He saw Su Junmo, that despicable man, constantly fawning over Song Qianqian.
He saw Su Junmo bringing lunchboxes to the student union president’s office and even feeding Song Qianqian.
Normally, Song Qianqian was impartial and cold, like eternal ice.
Yet in front of Su Junmo, she looked much gentler.
Shen Yun was almost dying of jealousy.
He really had lost his composure. Completely lost it.
The next day, Su Junmo opened his eyes to the gentle singing of a female voice.
Hearing the alarm song, he rubbed his brow.
“Su Junmo, why are you using my sister’s theme song as your alarm? Don’t tell me you’re her fan?”
Su Junmo had just sat up when he heard Shen Yun shouting again.
Su Junmo curled his lips. His sister could act well, but her singing was average at best. If it weren’t to maintain her persona, who would use that as an alarm?
Ignoring the noise beside him, Su Junmo got out of bed, quickly washed up, then opened his small wardrobe and thought for a moment.
He took out an outfit full of youthful charm. A white shirt layered with a light brown collared jacket, paired with loose trousers. He lightly styled his hair, instantly becoming a refined Japanese-style handsome boy.
Shen Yun and Xu Da watched in amazement.
In just one minute, he seemed like a completely different person.
“Who are you dressing up so showily for?”
Shen Yun attacked him immediately.
Su Junmo didn’t bother explaining. He simply smiled. “The president is looking for me.”
One sentence was enough to deal critical damage to Shen Yun.
As Su Junmo left the dorm, he casually stuffed a tie into his backpack.
Song Qianqian liked to play.
Su Junmo had no classes that morning. He arrived at the president’s office at exactly 10:30 and knocked.
A cold female voice came from inside. “Come in.”
Su Junmo pushed the door open. Inside the luxurious office, behind a solid wood desk, sat a slender figure.
As soon as he entered, he locked the door.
There was no special reason. Simply put, he didn’t want certain limited-edition things to leak out.
Although Song Qianqian appeared untouchable and pure in the eyes of others, she loved playing certain shameful games.
Her achievements were countless. She came from a wealthy family, ranked first in the school, was a national-level shooting athlete, and had won gold medals in provincial swimming competitions. Shooting and swimming were merely her hobbies.
At the same time, as a third-year student, the artistic films she directed had already won many industry awards. She was called a genius girl director who appeared out of nowhere.
But only Su Junmo knew that the camera of this so-called genius girl director had filmed more than just artistic films…
Just as he thought this—
Song Qianqian stood up and glanced at his empty hands, looking dissatisfied. “You didn’t bring food today?”
Su Junmo’s heart skipped a beat.
He had been careless.
Previously, he had brought meals from cheap street-side restaurants. Later, Song Qianqian asked if he made them himself.
Su Junmo didn’t explain and simply let her assume so.
She was very satisfied.
Thus, the misunderstanding formed.
But now was not the time to explain.
Explaining would only make her angrier.
Su Junmo stepped forward with a smile and unbuttoned his shirt slightly, revealing his clear collarbone. “The place where I borrowed the kitchen closed. I’ll cook for you next time. Today… what are we filming?”
He took her fingertips and guided them to his collarbone.
Song Qianqian’s gaze deepened. Interest flickered across her beautiful, restrained face. Her nude-colored lips curled slightly.
Very good.
Su Junmo always knew how to arouse her interest.
Her hand traced upward along his collarbone and suddenly grabbed his neck.
Su Junmo let out a soft sound. His Adam’s apple rolled in her palm as he spoke in a damp, quiet voice. “Be gentler. It’s best not to leave marks… I still have class this afternoon…”
Song Qianqian visibly became excited. She pressed on his shoulder.
Su Junmo understood and knelt down.
He knelt in the office, his shirt unbuttoned by two or three buttons, revealing his chest.
His hair fell over his eyes. His gaze held humiliation and moisture. A red mark from her grip was visible on his neck.
Song Qianqian picked up the camera and turned on video mode. She filmed distant shots, then close-ups, before reluctantly putting it down.
Her voice was cold like shattered jade. “Today, we’re filming a puppy.”
She stepped forward and patted his face.
Su Junmo knowingly took the tie from his bag. “I didn’t prepare any props. Will this work?”
Song Qianqian wrapped the tie around her hand, then slowly placed it around his neck and pulled him forward.
“I believe you’re the actor who satisfies me the most. You can do it, right? Hmm? Good boy?”
She rewarded him with a kiss on his forehead.
Su Junmo rolled his eyes internally.
Song Qianqian, you’ve been excellent for so long that you’ve become perverted.
Listen to yourself.
Putting on such an act.
Su Junmo glanced at her nude high heels and black bodycon skirt. Her figure was perfect. She only dressed like this when playing.
He was certain there was another outfit waiting in the lounge behind her.
Thankfully, her hands were empty.
He felt relieved she hadn’t brought her whip.
Looks like he wouldn’t be beaten today.
Heh.
Just as he felt relieved, his eyes landed on a box beneath the desk.
Damn it.
That was from Song Qianqian’s favorite custom workshop.
Had she brought something even more perverted?
Su Junmo froze.
Please don’t be a whip. Please don’t be ropes. Please don’t be a collar.
Song Qianqian stared at him. Seeing his stiffness, she snorted coldly.
She knew he didn’t like these things.
She was despicable. She used his love for her to satisfy her twisted desires.
But he agreed willingly.
Su Junmo mourned internally for three minutes.
Then he grabbed her hand, smiled, and rubbed against it gently. “Woof.”
His eyes were full of tenderness and longing.
Tenderness for his patron.
Longing for money.
It was just role-playing.
He had seen plenty of actors in the directing department unleash their true nature.
Others played a dog and earned at most 2,000 to 3,000 yuan per episode.
He played a puppy and earned 50,000 yuan per session.
Nothing shameful about that.
Song Qianqian suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes.
She knew he didn’t love these things.
She forced him.
He was afraid of pain. Every time she hit him, he tried to avoid it.
Even so, he never suggested leaving.
Su Junmo clearly had money, yet he stubbornly claimed he stayed for money. He always eagerly asked her for payment, pretending to love money.
Song Qianqian glanced at his backpack.
Inside was a platinum bank card, issued only to those with deposits exceeding 2 million yuan.
Su Junmo always said he lacked money.
Liar.
He didn’t lack money at all.
It was all an act.
She remembered what his roommate said, and what others said.
They all said Su Junmo was a lapdog.
A frog dreaming of eating swan meat.
It seemed he stayed by her side because he loved her.
Song Qianqian suddenly stood up and turned off the camera.
Su Junmo knelt on the ground, completely confused.
What was she doing?
Everything was ready, and now she put the camera away?
Wasn’t she working today?
She would still pay him, right?