Once he was satisfied he asked them to get into the car that barely had enough leg room. Qie Xieling was about to enter the car when he heard the man say, "She should sit in your lap. I want to see your watch peeking through your cuff and sexy tension in your eyes."

Qie Xieling, "..."

He glanced at Bo Ailun and the man who could only see dollar signs gave him a thumbs up mouthing, "You are doing great."

When the photographer saw his discomfort he reminded him about the contract. Qie Xieling cursed Jolie in his heart only for Jolie to respond back. ’I heard that.’

’You were meant to hear it,’ he replied and Jolie chuckled.

’You will thank me later. You can call me your fairy godmother.’

Qie Xieling snorted internally as he got into the car.

With a playful smile, Qie Xieling settled into the driver’s seat, with his hand on the sleek design steering wheel, while the Haejin sat on his lap.

Sensing her nervousness, he gently reassured her, making her feel comfortable and at ease. The chemistry between them was so intense that it was almost tangible. To make this ordeal as painless as possible he did his best to get it right in a few shoots. Their shared passion for their respective sports added an extra spark to the scene making the photographer almost drool through the lens.

The shutter clicked several times with the words of praise from the photographer deafening "That’s it right there. That’s the bad boy I was looking for. Hold her waist a little more... raise her chin slightly Yes that’s perfect. Give me lustful eyes... show the world your deepest darkest desire."

Qie Xieling managed to get through the torture by imagining that it was Luo Muchen sitting in his lap. Soon enough they moved on to the next shot. He was really glad that this was the last one otherwise he would lose his mind very soon. He gracefully positioned himself on the hood of the car.

The woman stood between his legs facing him while she looked back her hair swaying with the light breeze. One of the crew moved Qie Xieling’s hand to touch her waist intimately. Qie Xieling didn’t complain. He obediently sat there until the photographer was satisfied.

When the torture was finally done, Qie Xieling couldn’t wait to go. He had to change out of this penguin suit. He couldn’t fathom how Luo Muchen did this all day. The sad part was that he was complaining yet he was only wearing a shirt without the suit jacket.

Qie Xieling heard the photographer calling his name so he could take a look at the pictures but he waved him off while asking Bo Ailun to take a look. If only he knew how ambiguous those pictures were he would have asked to see them and demand a reshoot.

Just as he turned the corner he was met by the young lady whom he had already forgotten her name. "Qie Xieling," she said while running her fingers through her ashen blonde hair.

"Oh... Haejin, right?" he said trying to establish clear boundaries with her.

She smiled shyly before saying, "I have long admired you. It was nice working with you... Would you sign an autograph for me?"

Qie Xieling was a little fluttered so he didn’t reject her. "Do you have a pen?" She immediately took out a marker from behind her back with a childish cute smile.

"Where should I sign?" he asked and she pointed at the white shirt she had changed into.

Qie Xieling, "..."

She wanted him to sign on her chest but Qie Xieling who had been caught fraternising once didn’t dare. He asked to turn around and signed the back of the t-shirt.

"There," he said proudly looking at the signature he copied from Luo Muchen. It had a little heart at the end beneath his shortened name.

"Thank you... um, my assistant isn’t here yet so... would you mind dropping me off. My hotel is two streets over," she said but before Qie Xieling could refuse Bo Ailun half embraced Qie Xieling while saying,

"Sure, we can do that." He was a hot-blooded young man who sympathised with the fairer sex thus why he agreed on Qie Xieling’s behalf. He knew Qie Xieling wasn’t interested but he was most definitely interested.

Qie Xieling instantly took up his role as the perfect wingman and said, "Let’s go. We will drop you off."

Haejin pursed her lips as a flicker of disappointment showed on her face. She was hoping they would be alone but at this rate, she would take anything she could get.

The entire way Qie Xieling barely said much letting Bo Ailun do his thing unfortunately she wasn’t interested in him at all. After she left, Bo Ailun turned to look at him and asked excitedly. "What do you think? She will definitely call me right?"

Qie Xieling rubbed the tip of his nose concealing his smile. He didn’t want to burst his bubble.

"How about we go get some drinks? Your dad is rich tonight," he said as he patted Bo Ailun’s chest. Bo Ailun didn’t understand where this whole dad thing was coming from but he didn’t complain more especially now that they had a big paycheck.

Qie Xieling had an interview the next day so he had no idea that his advertisement for Laykan had exploded online. It was a hell of a way to announce to the world that he was still alive and kicking.

There was a lot of chatter about how good they looked together and some even called them the king and queen of the racetrack. There were speculations that they were dating which most refute until they saw a picture of Qie Xieling dropping off Haejin at her hotel. It is indeed true that no good deed goes unpunished. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Qie Xieling was completely oblivious even Luo Muchen. He was at the docks waiting for that weasel Lee Ya to show her face and try to snatch what belonged to him.

Qie Xieling not only gave him access to the black material he wanted erased but he had also given him access to the enemy’s camp. He had everything, from shipping logs to personal emails and their communication. It was about time he gave back twice as much as she dished out to him which almost ruined his life and everything he had ever worked hard for.

Once he was satisfied he asked them to get into the car that barely had enough leg room. Qie Xieling was about to enter the car when he heard the man say, "She should sit in your lap. I want to see your watch peeking through your cuff and sexy tension in your eyes."