When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

On the plane to W City, Feng Yangao only brought a few bodyguards and assistants plus Qi Yan, there were only ten people.

After getting on the plane, Feng Yangao stopped teasing. He gave Qi Yan two stacks of documents and asked him to sort them out. When he handed the documents to him, he gave him a rare reminder: “Don’t make any mistakes in these two documents. Divide them clearly into priorities.”

“Okay.” Looking at him like this, Qi Yan also became serious.

Opening the document, Qi Yan scanned two of them before realizing that this was actually the contract that needed to be negotiated this time. If it was successful, the company would earn hundreds of millions!

He looked up at Feng Yangao in surprise, but saw that he had already buried his head in his work.

——He actually gave himself such an important document?

Feng Yangao trusted Qi Yan? No, although Feng Yangao made no secret of his interest in Qi Yan, if his favorability rating only stayed at 45, he would not even be considered a friend.

With such a relationship he actually gave this file to him? Qi Yan’s heart was full of doubts and questions.

Qi Yan suddenly felt that this trip to W City should be an opportunity. But recalling the original work, there was no impression of that opportunity or major events that happened during this period… Could it be that he thought too much?

With hundreds of million contracts in front of him, Qi Yan’s heart was as heavy as a thousand catties. He carefully sorted out the document, hoping not to make the slightest mistake.

The whole journey was spent in silence, Qi Yan and Feng Yangao couldn’t say a word. When they arrived in W City, they hurriedly checked into the previously booked hotel right after getting off the plane. Qi Yan lived next to Feng Yangao.

The tense atmosphere underlined the importance of the entire contract. Qi Yan sorted out the documents, checked them over and over again, and after confirming that they were correct, he knocked on Feng Yangao’s door.

Feng Yangao came to open the door in person. He was wearing a white shirt; his usual neatly dressed appearance was gone, leaving only laziness and a strong sense of exhaustion.

Qi Yan was not ready to go in, but Feng Yangao turned slightly sideways and looked at him with a bland expression. Qi Yan pursed his lips and finally took a step and entered Feng Yangao’s room.

“The documents have been processed.” Qi Yan handed him the documents in his hand: “Do you need me to do anything else?”

“It’s already done, ah.” Feng Yangao didn’t rush to take it, but sat leisurely on the sofa and drank coffee.

From the corner of his eyes, he looked at Feng Yang Ao’s slightly dark bags under his eyes, the tip of his nose was full of the smell of coffee. Qi Yan knew that he must not had slept well. Also, there were hundreds of millions of contracts in his hands.

But it was also strange, why didn’t Feng Yangao do these things well before that he had to wait to do everything last minute, making himself exhausted and had to stay up late with coffee.……

“Guess why.”

Feng Yangao’s lazy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, startling Qi Yan, only then did he realize that he had already spoken out the doubts in his heart.

“Er……”

“Don’t shrink back, guess why I’m rushing to do these things at this time?”

“Because you’re nervous about this work?” Qi Yan’s trailed off and replied uncertainly.

Feng Yangao looked at him for a long time and finally snorted, “Sort of, not quite. But I’ll spare you, come here and massage my shoulders.”

“What?”

“Massage my shoulders.”

Feng Yangao patted himself on the shoulder and motioned to Qi Yan to come over.

Seeing Qi Yan’s face darkened beyond words and his clenched hands trembling, Feng Yangao was amused. Of course he knew that Qi Yan would not come over or even get angry, he was just teasing him.

However, Qi Yan endured and endured, but step by step he walked over and stood behind the sofa. He put his hands on his shoulders and kneaded it neither too lightly nor heavily. The technique was extremely proficient, relieving the tension of his muscles.

Now it was Feng Yangao’s turn to be shocked: “You really came over.”

“Didn’t you ask me to massage your shoulders?” Qi Yan stared at the back of his head and rolled his eyes.

“Heh, I thought you would slam the door and leave. When did you become so obedient?”

Qi Yan retorted angrily: “When did I ever do that! I’m not being obedient either…” After a pause, his voice softened, the clear tone of flowing water beat Feng Yangao’s heart like a feather.

“It’s just that you are exhausted.”

……

Feng Yangao’s whole person paused, he looked ahead where the glass decoration faintly circled Qi Yan’s outline.

He took over the company, and in order to keep the company at the top, he spent countless days and nights. However…only this man would say to himself, ‘You are exhausted’.

Was Feng Yangao not tired? Heh, how could it be possible, even such an unshakeable man is still a person.

What to do when he was tired, he just gritted his teeth and went on. If being the president of a company was so easy, then there will be no need for auxiliary occupations such as shareholders, managers, and supervisors. To put it bluntly, He was still too tired.

Some people would say, what were the rich tired of? What were you tired of starting your own company? It’s those who work every day who were tired.

However, as a president, he was also working every day. For himself and for the employees of the company, what he needed to do was done by hundreds of people in the company.

[The male lead’s favorability towards Qi Yan +15, current favorability: 60]

……

Qi Yan did not say a word, because he knew that he had poked the softest part of Feng Yangao’s heart.

As he once said himself, he was the rich and powerful king, but the king who stood at the top was the loneliest.

Gently kneading his shoulders, he felt his relaxation and defenselessness, and Feng Yangao finally fell asleep on the sofa.

Qi Yan didn’t move him and let him sleep on the sofa. No matter what, it’s better to sleep than not to sleep.

Quietly pouring out the coffee on the table, Qi Yan made him a glass of milk and put it on the table, then closed the door and left quietly.

In life, being strong and vigorous was not as good as the sensation warmth and tenderness.

Only now did Qi Yan realize that the world he had been to was over. Whether that life was happy or not, it had passed and became a memory.