Wen Jiaxuan’s father, Wen Hua, was a journalist. He was assigned to Japan for nearly ten years. After returning to China, he held an important position in Company A. In the past few years, he was promoted to the editor-in-chief of Company A, and he was considered a prominent figure in the publishing industry.
As a family member of the leader, Wen Jiaxuan would attend Company A’s company gatherings from time to time and get along well with his father’s subordinates. However, aside from this aspect, Wen Jiaxuan did not understand his father’s work.
There was a big generation gap between children and parents. Few parents will tell their children about the people and things at work in detail. Therefore, his father’s work seems like a distant world to Wen Jiaxuan.
This time, Company A was recruiting partners in the fields of fashion, tourism, finance, etc. The participating groups did not need to cover everything, they only needed to specialize in one area. It is currently in the preliminary screening stage. Interested groups will send their information to Company A. Company A will announce the shortlist in late September, and then further competition will take place.
Wen Jiaxuan was a little entangled. He naturally wanted to help Wu Zehao, but to be honest, he had never interfered with his father’s work, and even expressed dissatisfaction with his father’s work because of his mother’s departure. In addition, now that he was running away from home, he really did not have the position to point fingers at his father’s work.
But having said that, it was a complicated situation. His boss was so kind to him, so he couldn’t just sit by and watch and do nothing. He still has a small network of contacts that can help him find out some information.
Previously, in order to obtain the autograph of the famous suspense writer Mei Yuchen, Wen Jiaxuan added the WeChat account of Bai Sijun, the editor of Agency A. Compared with other employees of Company A, Bai Sijun was not very old and there was no generation gap between him and Wen Jiaxuan, so Wen Jiaxuan’s first thought was him.
However, Wen Jiaxuan was afraid that he would not be able to help in the end and would make Wu Zehao happy, so he simply kept the matter in his heart and did not tell his boss.
The next day, Wen Jiaxuan greeted Bai Sijun in advance, and then waited until Wu Zehao went to take a shower before secretly making a voice call to Bai Sijun.
“So, you have a friend who makes electronic journals and wants to participate in this project?” Bai Sijun briefly summarized Wen Jiaxuan’s words, “Why don’t you go directly to the editor-in-chief?”
“It’s not convenient for me to find my dad now, and what if he thinks my friend wants to go through the back door?” Wen Jiaxuan said.
“Well—— according to the editor-in-chief’s temperament, it’s not impossible.” Bai Sijun said, “Then why are you looking for me…?”
“I would like to ask if there are many people running for election now?”
“Currently, fashion is the most popular, while tourism and finance are relatively small. The competition is not that fierce.”
“That’s good.” Wen Jiaxuan breathed a sigh of relief, “Is my dad also involved in making the decision for the primary election?”
“No, there is a special editorial team that will conduct preliminary screening, and it is the editor-in-chief who makes the final decision later.”
“So that’s how it is…” Wen Jiaxuan said thoughtfully, “Brother Bai, can you keep the editorial team in the loop?”
Bai Sijun laughed out loud: “I can, but from your tone, it seems that you don’t think highly of your friend?”
“Of course not!” Wen Jiaxuan retorted awkwardly, “His magazine is really good, it’s just… just in case.”
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“Brother Bai?” Wen Jiaxuan asked strangely.
Bai Sijun’s voice still sounded distant, “You’re going to bed already? Hurry up and start writing!”
Wen Jiaxuan waited patiently for a while, and then Bai Sijun’s voice returned to normal: “My cat is making trouble for me, but I will let you know if there is any news.”
“Okay, thank you, brother!”
Wen Jiaxuan hung up the phone and couldn’t help but feel funny. He knew about the relationship between Bai Sijun and Mei Yuchen. It was obvious that the one who made trouble for Bai Sijun just now was Mei Yuchen, the great writer who loved to procrastinate.
Looking at the time, it was only nine o’clock, and Mei Yuchen wanted to go to bed. He thought he was abnormally horny, but he didn’t expect someone to be hornier than him.
“What are you laughing at?” Wu Zehao walked out of the bathroom while wiping his wet hair.
“No.” Wen Jiaxuan quickly recovered his thoughts, “Boss, when do we go to bed?”
“Isn’t it still early?” Wu Zehao walked towards the workbench, “I have to sort out magazine materials recently. If you are sleepy, go to bed first.”
In the following period, Wu Zehao was busy every day until one or two in the morning. By the time he went to bed, Wen Jiaxuan was already asleep, and when Wen Jiaxuan woke up, Wu Zehao had already gotten up. This made it difficult for Wen Jiaxuan to get some affectionate moments with his boss before going to sleep.
Around mid-September, their Singapore visas were processed. Although the compilation of magazine materials had concluded, the delay in planning the itinerary meant that Wu Zehao had to spend more time organizing the schedule.
Fortunately, this trip to Singapore was only for three days and three nights. They would depart on Friday morning and return by plane on Sunday night. Apart from the time allocated for watching the race and performances, there wasn’t much need for extensive planning.
“Boss, are you going to sleep?” Wen Jiaxuan lay on Wu Zehao’s chest, looking at his boss with expectant eyes. Today, Wu Zehao had managed to get to bed before midnight, but as soon as he lay down, he closed his eyes, not even saying goodnight.
“Yeah,” Wu Zehao turned on his side, pulling Wen Jiaxuan into his arms. “Get some rest early. We’ll be heading to Singapore in a few days.”
Having had the experience in Japan, Wen Jiaxuan knew that the trip to Singapore was not for leisure but for work. He suddenly felt a deep sense of sympathy.
“Alright, boss.” Wen Jiaxuan tilted his head, planting a kiss on Wu Zehao’s jaw. The subtle stubble tickled him, stirring up images in his mind that perhaps shouldn’t be surfacing at the moment.
He quickly suppressed these thoughts, but at this moment, Wu Zehao suddenly held the back of his neck, lowered his head and bit his lip.
The wet and hot kiss came unexpectedly. Wen Jiaxuan’s eyes widened, and he even forgot to breathe. But this kiss was like the last time, Wu Zehao stirred around in his mouth casually, and soon withdrew, saying, “Little pervert, stop torturing me.”
Wen Jiaxuan bit his lower lip, still wanting more, but seeing Wu Zehao closing his eyes, he felt a bit reluctant to continue.
But…
Wen Jiaxuan’s breath became heavier and heavier, even Wu Zehao couldn’t help but notice.
He opened his eyes and looked down, at loss: “What should I do with you?”
Wen Jiaxuan stopped in embarrassment and said pitifully: “I’m sorry, boss, I couldn’t help it.”
Wu Zehao turned over and pressed Wen Jiaxuan under him, biting his lip again: “I’ll help you.”
The boss was really nice.
The corners of Wen Jiaxuan’s mouth couldn’t stop rising.
The weather in late September had already brought a hint of coolness. The departure of summer had taken away the annoying heat, making this time of the year the most comfortable days in the entire year.
However, as soon as they stepped off the plane, the humid air instantly surrounded the two, allowing them to fully experience the warm welcome of the tropical island nation of Singapore to visitors.
On this trip, Wu Zehao brought only one camera and one lens, considering that the main task was to photograph the racing events, and there was no need for too many lenses. However, in order to promote the Q Group’s clothing for their sponsor, the two had to put on jackets for the photoshoot. This attracted curious and puzzled looks from others, given the sweltering weather.
Singapore had a very small land area, roughly equivalent to that of Shanghai. When hosting the Formula 1 Grand Prix in its capital, Singapore, it was not feasible to build a dedicated race track in the suburbs as was done with the Shanghai circuit. Instead, the Singapore Grand Prix utilizes a street circuit, taking over certain roads and transforming the race into a street race format.
Indeed, such an approach inevitably affects the daily commuting of the city’s residents. However, it came with a significant advantage – the atmosphere of the Singapore Grand Prix was incredibly vibrant. The entire city center was immersed in the atmosphere of Formula 1, and one can encounter the essence of F1 almost everywhere. Even major subway stations serve as entrances to the racetrack, intensifying the overall experience for both residents and visitors.
Wu Zehao had booked the hotel near Marina Bay, providing a direct view of Singapore’s iconic Merlion from the hotel room.
The Merlion was located right next to the entrance of the racetrack, and the night view of the Singapore Grand Prix circuit was truly spectacular. This breathtaking scenery could also be enjoyed from the hotel.
The Friday night race was a practice session with not many highlights, so the two decided to check out the seats by the racetrack first. After that, they took a stroll around Chinatown in the vicinity of Raffles Place.
Because the camera bag on his back was heavy, and there was no need to take photos in Chinatown, Wu Zehao stored the camera in a large shopping mall’s locker. When they returned from Chinatown, he went to the mall above the subway station to retrieve the camera, while Wen Jiaxuan patiently waited for him in the subway station.
Although Wen Jiaxuan wasn’t an F1 enthusiast, he had heard of many racing brands. So, when they went to the racetrack earlier, he bought a Ferrari hat to wear.
Now, in this area of the subway station, he stood with three fans dressed in Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team attire on his left and five fans in Red Bull Racing Team gear on his right. At first glance, he was the only one supporting Ferrari in this group of fans, appearing outnumbered and somewhat isolated.
Moreover, the surrounding fans were mostly Europeans and Americans, towering over him in height. Not to mention, a group of tall and handsome guys, with an average height of 1.9 meters, just walked over. Feeling even more dwarfed, he shrank into a corner and dared not move.
The group of tall guys had well-defined facial features, high-bridged noses, and they were all dressed in matching orange suspenders and pants, topped with identical orange high hats – clearly, they were Dutch.
Wu Zehao had previously mentioned to him that these Dutch fans were fervent supporters of a Dutch driver in the Red Bull Racing Team. Wen Jiaxuan could understand; if China produced an F1 driver, there would undoubtedly be a sea of red supporters at every race.
Wen Jiaxuan silently huddled in the corner, feeling insecure about his height and looks. He was contemplating whether to take off the Ferrari hat to avoid drawing attention when another tall and handsome guy walked over.
This tall guy had a wheatish complexion, sported a neat short haircut, and his muscular physique hinted at its presence beneath the short sleeves, making him quite irresistible.
In an instant, Wen Jiaxuan’s self-doubt vanished. He jogged over to the tall guy, confidently took his hand, and then strutted past the group of Europeans and Americans with his head held high.
“Why are you suddenly holding my hand?” Wu Zehao asked, puzzled.
“To strengthen the Ferrari team,” Wen Jiaxuan said earnestly.
Wu Zehao looked around and found it amusing. He didn’t say much and allowed Wen Jiaxuan to lead him forward while holding hands.
“By the way, boss,” as they walked, Wen Jiaxuan suddenly looked up at Wu Zehao, “Did you once say that traveling tends to make people indulge?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” Wu Zehao asked.
“Well…” Wen Jiaxuan bit his lower lip, “Don’t you want to indulge a little tonight?”
“Indulge in what way?” Wu Zehao asked knowingly.
“I’m up for anything,” Wen Jiaxuan blinked innocently.
Wu Zehao let go of Wen Jiaxuan’s hand, pulled him into his arms, and lowered his head, saying, “You can’t stand a day without tempting me, can you?”
“Yeah,” Wen Jiaxuan nodded earnestly, “Because the little chicken wants to be eaten by the eagle.”
After saying this, he looked up with clear eyes and added, “Not just that part of the little chicken, but the whole thing, eaten clean.”
Wu Zehao: “…”
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Oh my, Jiajia awakened his true form and we can no longer get the innocent baby back. 💀💀
My jiajia is change so much! 🥹😉🥳