Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Wang Zhi felt like he was on a roll today!

In the morning, he was lucky enough to catch a ride with Feng Zheng, so he didn't have to squeeze in with the film crew. Feng Zheng even took the initiative to rehearse lines with him and gave him some pointers—though it was just a few words, Wang Zhi benefited greatly. During today's shoot, he barely had any NGs, and even the director praised him for "making progress"!

Now, seeing Feng Zheng, Wang Zhi instinctively switched to his bootlicker mode, handing over a bottle of water with a fawning smile: "Bro, your performance just now was amazing, it really drew me in. I definitely won't have any NGs in my next scene! Want some water? It's newly bought, unopened."

Feng Zheng glanced at him, a bit surprised: "This brand?"

"I know, you only drink this one." Wang Zhi was quite proud, having specifically found this out. "They don't sell it here, so I ran an errand to get it."

Actually, there was some in the nanny van, and Feng Zheng had stopped drinking water from unknown sources after a previous incident where he ended up in the hospital. But Wang Zhi's smile was so sweet that Feng Zheng still took the water, opened it, and took a small sip: "Thanks, that's thoughtful of you."

Yes! Mission accomplished!

Wang Zhi knew when to stop, so he didn't bother Feng Zheng any further.

He still had one more scene to shoot, scheduled for later. While continuing to memorize his lines, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him—intensely, making him feel like he had a thorn in his back.

But when he turned around, there was no one there, so Wang Zhi chalked it up to his imagination.

Scratching his head, he wandered near the director with his dog-eared script, hoping the director would notice his hard work. Just then, a familiar props master passed by and roped him into helping carry some things. Wang Zhi wasn't the type to put on airs, so he helped out for a bit, working up quite a sweat.

The makeup artist saw this and wasn't pleased: "Now we have to touch up your makeup again! Stop bullying little Wang!"

The props master didn't dare talk back after being scolded, and Wang Zhi quickly said, "Sis, don't be mad. I was just idle. I'll just wipe the sweat off."

He wiped his sweat with the back of his hand, and as he raised his arm, the bracelet slid down his wrist, reflecting a shimmering red in the sunlight, making his skin look even fairer.

The makeup artist, who was over twenty years older than him, enjoyed being called "sis" by him in such a sweet tone. She smiled and said, "Don't move around too much, you'll smudge your foundation. That's a nice bracelet you have there, is it real?"

Wang Zhi extended his hand: "Of course. Fengming gave it to me."

When outside, Wang Zhi never hesitated to flaunt his relationship with Gao Fengming, happily playing the role of a pampered canary. Even if he couldn't throw his weight around, having a backer meant fewer people dared to bully him.

Sure enough, after examining his hand, the makeup artist was envious: "VCA five flowers? I remember this one costs over forty thousand, right?"

Wang Zhi boasted happily: "It's out of stock, had to pay extra to get it from abroad."

Suddenly, someone nearby sneered: "I knew you were just fishing for it."

Wang Zhi and the makeup artist looked over to see Song Ran standing there with a disdainful expression, clearly looking down on Wang Zhi's actions: "Fishing for so long, and you only got fifty thousand?"

…

Is fifty thousand not money?

You could sell it second-hand for over twenty thousand!

Besides, he couldn't just wear everything Gao Fengming gave him all at once!

Wang Zhi withdrew his hand, saying nonchalantly, "Yeah, just fifty thousand. Does that count as fishing in your eyes? Your perspective is a bit narrow."

Wang Zhi's tone and expression were calm, but there was an inexplicable hint of mockery, as if saying, "Is fifty thousand really worth making a fuss over? How low."

Song Ran was so angry his yellow hair stood on end, but before he could think of a retort, the assistant director appeared out of nowhere: "Little Wang, come here, I've been looking for you."

Wang Zhi immediately squeezed past Song Ran: "Director Zhang, is there something you need me to do?"

The assistant director didn't speak, just glanced at Song Ran. Song Ran pretended not to notice, stubbornly standing there to eavesdrop.

The assistant director had no choice but to say, "President Gao was generous enough to let us use the Gao Mansion for filming without charging us. We can't be impolite. Director Wang knows President Gao likes camellias, so he got a pot for him. Little Wang, could you deliver it?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ran shrieked, "Why should he be the one to deliver it!"

Exactly, why him?

He wasn't even familiar with Gao Bochong!

The assistant director replied irritably, "Little Wang is President Gao's brother-in-law. If not him, then who? Go, go, your scene is coming up soon, hurry up!"

Wang Zhi watched with a smile as Song Ran was chased away, already organizing his words: "Director Zhang, you and Director Wang are very considerate. But I have a scene coming up, how about I take the flowers back and hand them over to my big brother when I see him?"

The thought that the person he had slept with might be Gao Bochong made Wang Zhi instinctively want to avoid contact with him.

Now he had an excuse to delay things, planning to give the flowers to Gao Fengming later, so he wouldn't have to make the trip himself.

And he casually called Gao Bochong "big brother" in front of the director, making it seem like they were already family, smoothly riding on his coattails.

A perfect two birds with one stone >▽<

Unexpectedly, the assistant director said, "Your scene is much later. President Gao is just upstairs, you can go up directly, it won't delay anything."

Wang Zhi: "…Huh?"

Gao Bochong is here?

The entire Gao Mansion was filled with traces of time. It was said that the Gao family had officials in their ancestry, and before the emperor abdicated, a branch had already ventured into business, becoming red-topped merchants.

The first Gao boss had studied abroad and married a foreign wife. To please her, the mansion was decorated with a strong Southeast Asian style. In this generation, the person in power probably didn't like flamboyance, so many overly gaudy decorations were removed. However, large clusters of tropical plants could still be seen everywhere, their leaves like dense green clouds, breaking the sunlight in the courtyard into countless fine golden waves.

Walking through the scattered golden light, Wang Zhi carried the flowers upstairs, feeling anxious.

He was about to meet Gao Bochong again.

The last time they met, it was a matter of whether he could get engaged to Gao Fengming, yet he wasn't nervous at all, only thinking about how to get a hefty breakup fee if things didn't work out. But this time, it was just delivering flowers, and he was incredibly nervous.

…Is Gao Bochong really that pile driver?

Wang Zhi had replayed that night over and over, but unfortunately, he had been plied with alcohol and given an aphrodisiac, so his mind wasn't very clear. Now, all he could remember, aside from the ring on that person's finger and the slightly awkward yet powerful movements, was—

The pile driver was really big.

The fact that he wasn't injured was a testament to his natural talent :)

It didn't feel like Gao Bochong.

Gao Bochong seemed like the type who would be cold and indifferent, even in bed, probably only using the missionary position. And during their last meeting, Gao Bochong hadn't even given him a proper look, so how could he possibly transform into a pile driver, eager to screw him to death?

Speaking of which, does Gao Bochong like men or women? There had never been any rumors about him.

When he reached the second floor, Wang Zhi was stopped by Gao Bochong's assistant, who smiled and asked him to wait a moment, as President Gao was in a meeting and needed to be informed first.

A meeting…

Would he have to wait long?

Wang Zhi was a bit worried about delaying the shoot if he returned late—and he was indeed a bit afraid of Gao Bochong, so he planned to ask the assistant to pass the flowers on for him.

But unexpectedly, the assistant quickly returned and, with a slightly surprised tone, said, "President Gao invites you in."

President Gao was actually willing to interrupt his meeting for a pot of flowers!

Initially, when he heard it was someone from the film crew, he hadn't planned to meet them at all. But when he heard it was Mr. Wang with the flowers, he immediately changed his mind and let him in.

The assistant took a quick glance at the flowers Wang Zhi was holding, and noticing his gaze, Wang Zhi deliberately held the flowers a bit higher.

Wang Zhi hadn't known much about gardening before, but on the way here, he looked it up and found out that the director had chosen a pot of "Vermilion Purple Robe," a top-grade camellia.

It was blooming season, and the pot was filled with clusters of flowers. On the slender, emerald-green branches, large, dark purple flowers bloomed, weighing down the tips slightly. Dewdrops hung on the petals, resembling a beauty shedding tears.

It was quite heavy.

Wang Zhi wasn't particularly strong, so he unconsciously rested the pot against his chest. The dewdrops dampened his shirt, creating a small shadow on the light blue fabric, with his skin faintly visible, looking quite alluring.

The assistant was reporting to Gao Bochong: "President Gao, Mr. Wang is here."

Behind the desk, Gao Bochong sat there, wearing a black shirt and a matching tie. His broad shoulders and back were accentuated by the arm garter he wore, and his elbow rested on the desk, the shirt sleeve outlining his muscular form. The thin, gold-rimmed half-frame glasses on his high nose bridge gave him a gentle appearance.

But his entire aura was strong and commanding. Even though his eyes were downcast, Wang Zhi inexplicably felt like he had walked into a predator's territory, being watched from all angles.

Wang Zhi only glanced once before quickly lowering his head, pretending to be obedient.

…Does the domineering CEO have time to hit the gym?

Wang Zhi was curious, hearing Gao Bochong ask coldly, "Did your director send you?"

Wang Zhi could sense a hint of displeasure in Gao Bochong's tone.

Was he upset about being interrupted at work?

Wang Zhi answered obediently, "Director Zhang wanted to thank you for lending us the mansion for free, so he specifically got this pot of Vermilion Purple Robe for me to deliver to you."

Gao Bochong glanced at him: "You know about Vermilion Purple Robe?"

Heh heh.

Good thing he did some last-minute research.

Wang Zhi looked up and smiled gently at Gao Bochong: "The first time we met, I saw the camellias in the garden and thought they were beautiful, so I looked them up afterward and wanted to grow a couple of pots myself."

His smile was sweet, his eyes curving, with full under-eye bags, and his red lips curled up, reminiscent of the fruit hard candy he had as a child, only softer and sweeter.

Gao Bochong stared at Wang Zhi, knowing he was lying.

Sweet-talking everyone with that smile?

He had smiled the same way when calling that Feng bro earlier.

But Wang Zhi's tone was sincere, and his eyes were so dark that when he looked at someone, it felt like there was a deep vortex inside, pulling people in.

No wonder he wasn't photogenic.

If the camera could capture his smile like this, how could he not be popular?

Gao Bochong knew that as Gao Fengming's brother, he should scold Wang Zhi a bit, telling him not to flirt around outside.

But when he spoke, there was a hint of restrained pride: "I grew those."