Chapter 105: He Is Mine
Rong Yu hooked the corners of his mouth into a smile, but it did not reach his eyes.
His gaze was even frighteningly cold.
"What should I do if brother starts to dislike me because of your little reports?" Rong Yu raised his other hand and pressed it against Yang Shu's chin, lowering his voice: "Tell me... if I make it so you can never speak again, then you won't be able to run around talking, will you?"
Rong Yu's fingers gradually tightened. With one hand, he pinned Yang Shu firmly against the wall, pushing him higher until his feet completely left the ground. Yang Shu could only desperately claw at Rong Yu's wrist and arm, trying to get a gasp of air.
"Brother Yang... I remember, it seems like you haven't been back to the company for quite a while, right?" Rong Yu suddenly changed the subject, asking a seemingly unimportant question.
Yang Shu couldn't break free, his head buzzing. Hearing this, he could only nod desperately.
He had previously taken the artists under his management abroad and had only recently returned. He heard that a new male artist had joined the company, one who was a member of the newly formed boy group from the recently popular idol training program—pretty much the hottest new star of the moment.
Most importantly, this male artist, immediately after being signed, became closely involved with the company's newly appointed general manager. So brazen, as if afraid others wouldn't know he had a patron.
Yang Shu naturally didn't dare to say anything against Yin Chengjue, so he came to pick a fight with Rong Yu instead. He wanted to use this chance to intimidate Rong Yu first, to let Rong Yu know he wasn't to be trifled with. That way, when the artists he managed returned to the company, he wouldn't have to worry about them being overshadowed by Rong Yu.
When Yang Shu saw Rong Yu in the lobby, he felt it was a heaven-sent opportunity. Without a second thought, he followed him, making sarcastic remarks and even trying to pull Rong Yu aside to an deserted spot to give him a good lecture, to make Rong Yu understand the unwritten rules within the company.
He never expected that Rong Yu, who appeared refined and bookish, like a weakling, would possess such great strength and, moreover, dare to take direct action without the slightest concern for the consequences!
Was this relying on someone's favor to act recklessly, or was he genuinely reckless?
Looking at Rong Yu's smiling face, Yang Shu believed it was the former.
At the same time, he felt a wave of despair.
Yang Shu's face turned crimson, on the verge of becoming purplish. The feeling of suffocation made him shake his head repeatedly, and his initially sharp gaze gradually transformed into one of fear and pleading.
Rong Yu ultimately had no intention of letting him kick the bucket just like that. Seeing that Yang Shu really couldn't hold on any longer, he released his grip, letting Yang Shu slump weakly against the wall, clutching his neck as he gasped for air and coughed violently.
The look he now directed at Rong Yu was filled with terror.
At this moment, kneeling on the ground and looking up at Rong Yu, who stood over him smiling down, he suddenly realized why everyone in the company so naturally accepted Rong Yu's free access to Yin Chengjue's office without any gossip spreading, and why no one deliberately kept their distance from or ostracized Rong Yu, or even secretly gave him a hard time.
Damn it, it's because they'd all been taught a lesson!
Rong Yu suddenly pulled Yang Shu to his feet. Yang Shu cried out in fright, thinking Rong Yu had changed his mind and wanted to kill someone to eliminate a witness.
However, Rong Yu just chuckled, pressed him upright against the wall, patted his clothes, and brushed off the obvious dust clinging to them.
"Well then, thank you for your advice, Brother Yang. Let's talk again when we have time." Rong Yu made a "see you later" gesture, then turned, picked up the black box he had placed to the side, and strode away.
Watching Rong Yu walk into the distance, Yang Shu immediately felt his legs go weak. He slid down slowly with his back against the wall, unable to collect himself for a long time.
"Only a ghost would talk with you again when there's time..." Yang Shu took a deep breath and flipped the middle finger in the direction Rong Yu had left.
Rong Yu went straight to the door of Yin Chengjue's office. First, he adjusted his attire in the mirror outside, making sure his hair and clothes were perfectly neat and free of dust. Then, he gently knocked three times.
"Come in."
Yin Chengjue's voice came from inside. Rong Yu's face immediately broke into a smile.
He gently pushed the door open, poked his head in first to quickly confirm that Yin Chengjue was alone inside, and then immediately said in a lively voice, "Brother, I have something to give you."
Yin Chengjue looked up from the piles of paper documents, and when his eyes met Rong Yu's face, he immediately smiled. "Xiao Yu, you're back. Perfect timing, I also have something to give you."
Rong Yu closed the door behind him, hid the perfume box behind his back, and walked over to Yin Chengjue.
The man today was wearing a tailored, fog-blue suit. Perhaps for the convenience of working, he had already taken off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of a nearby chair.
Thus, the man now wore only a snow-white shirt, buttoned all the way up to his neck, with a light blue tie fastened beneath the collar.
The shirt tails were tucked into form-fitting trousers. Because the trousers were so tight and tailored, one could immediately see the outline there at a glance...
Rong Yu knew that the curve was just the man's usual state. But if it came to that time...
Rong Yu silently averted his eyes.
He was afraid his gaze would betray the inner thoughts filled with colored waste material.
[颜色废料 (Yánsè fèiliào): lit. colored waste material; fig. dirty thoughts, indecent ideas.]
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