PNB Chapter 21 is hilarious, you're such a faker.
Chapter 21 is hilarious, you're such a faker.
"Song Mo isn't such a petty person."
Ling Sheng may not know Song Mo very well, but he shouldn't hold a grudge against a young girl.
Hearing his words, Song Nanxi smiled.
Ling Sheng caught the fleeting sadness in her eyes.
She still spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Oh right, right, right. Song Mo is a good brother in his sister's eyes and a prodigy in his friends' eyes. You two are childhood friends. Compared to your relationship, what am I, an outsider? Just consider it as me judging others by my own petty standards."
Song Nanxi stood up. "Anyway, in your eyes, isn't it just that I've been bullying Song Yirou all along?"
She looked at Ling Sheng with a distant gaze, as if she were looking at an insignificant stranger.
It was as if his previous cunning and shameless side had never appeared.
Ling Sheng felt inexplicably blocked up.
He didn't like Song Nanxi looking at him like that!
“You’re also Song Mo’s sister.” Ling Sheng calmly met Song Nanxi’s gaze. “Why are you angry? What did I say that upset you?”
Song Nanxi tilted her head and smiled at him, but her foxy eyes were full of sarcasm: "If I told you, would you apologize?"
Ling Sheng thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."
Song Nanxi was taken aback.
The man has sharp facial features and looks very serious and unapproachable when he's not smiling.
Of course, it was never a misconception; Ling Sheng has always been this kind of person.
“If I have unintentionally offended you with any of my words, then I apologize to you,” Ling Sheng’s voice softened, as if he were soothing a small beast with its quills standing on end. “Song Nanxi, I just want you to know one thing: I am your manager, and also your boss in name only.”
"Admittedly, Song Mo and I have a good relationship, but Song Yirou is only my friend's sister to me. She is nothing special to me, and I will not stand up for her just because you are deliberately targeting her, understand?"
"First of all, you are my artist, and the only thing I need to do is take responsibility for your future. Secondly, what happens to my friend's sister is not something I need to care about."
After Ling Sheng finished speaking, he quietly looked at Song Nanxi, waiting for her reaction.
To be honest, Song Nanxi was a little surprised that Ling Sheng would explain so much to her.
However—she certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity!
Song Nanxi licked her lips. "So, what about me? Am I just one of your contracted artists, Brother Ling? If it were any other artist here, would Brother Ling say so much to coax them?"
coax?
Ling Sheng felt that he was analyzing the situation rationally.
He frowned. "Those people wouldn't dare."
The entire planet Huanxing was his personal fiefdom. Every time those artists saw him, they were like mice seeing a cat. In reality, Ling Sheng didn't care whether those artists were afraid of him or not.
It's a good thing for someone in power to command respect.
"laugh……"
Song Nanxi couldn't help but laugh, drawing out her words with interest, "Oh—I see. So you were saying that Song Mo isn't petty, then I'm the petty one?"
"You're being quite petty right now," Ling Sheng thought to himself.
He said helplessly, "Did you deliberately misinterpret my meaning?"
Song Nanxi hummed softly.
"But you really hurt me. In your eyes, Song Mo is a gentleman, and I am the villain who speculates about him behind his back?"
Ling Sheng had a headache: "..."
This was the first time in his life that someone had left him so helpless. If it were any other artist, he would have already...
"Okay, I admit my words were inappropriate. So tell me, how can we get this over with?"
Song Nanxi's eyes darted around, her gaze shifting downwards to Ling Sheng's chest muscles, so full they seemed about to burst out of his shirt. She wondered how he'd developed them; she'd long been curious about what they would feel like to touch.
"Anything is fine?"
Looking at Song Nanxi's sly expression, Ling Sheng realized that the old Song Nanxi had returned.
I felt inexplicably relieved.
He frowned, not daring to agree to everything.
They were afraid that Song Nanxi was plotting something bad.
Tell me, and I'll think about it.
"I definitely won't make things difficult for you. Do you think I'm the kind of person who can't tell what's important?" Song Nanxi leaned forward, her bright black eyes revealing sincerity. "Brother Ling, can I touch your pectoral muscles?"
Ling Sheng's brain went blank for a moment.
Suspecting he had misheard, he asked, "What?"
Song Nanxi moved closer, eager to try, "Brother Ling, your pectoral muscles look really nice to touch. I've never touched a man's chest before in my life. Can you grant me that wish?"
After hearing Song Nanxi's words, Ling Sheng felt dizzy and his vision went black.
His expression darkened.
"Song, Nan, Xi!"
Ling Sheng gritted his teeth, "Do you want to hear what you're saying? You're a female celebrity!"
"Female celebrities are human too. Everyone is attracted to beauty, so what did I do wrong?" Song Nanxi didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.
On the contrary, Ling Sheng has built such big pectoral muscles, isn't that just for people to touch?
mean!
"So, will it work or not?" Song Nanxi asked eagerly.
He tentatively reached out his hand—
"No way!" Ling Sheng's eyelids twitched violently, and he grabbed Song Nanxi's two mischievous hands. "Don't even think about it!"
"Is it really not possible? Didn't you say you would make it up to me?" Song Nanxi prepared to struggle one more time.
Ling Sheng chuckled coldly, "If you insist on holding a grudge, then so be it."
He must be crazy to have softened towards Song Nanxi when she just showed a vulnerable expression. This woman is clearly best at taking advantage of others!
Song Nanxi pouted, realizing that Ling Sheng would never let her touch him, and decisively withdrew her hand.
She slumped onto the table, reverting to her usual carefree self.
"Hilarious! Fine, don't touch me then. I didn't really want to touch you anyway. Actually, your chest is pretty average, only a little bigger than the average man's, nowhere near as good as those borderline guys. Haha, that's so funny, you're such a show-off!"
Ling Sheng's temples throbbed. He looked at the woman slumped over the table, grumbling incessantly, and felt both annoyed and amused.
"Before you say that, why don't you take your eyes off my chest first?"
Song Nanxi puffed out her cheeks and angrily looked away.
She lay there, angrily reaching for a small-leaved red nanmu tree on Ling Sheng's table, and the poor green plant quickly became bald in one patch.
If plants had consciousness, they would probably be trembling right now.
Ling Sheng closed his eyes and thought that Song Nanxi probably wanted to pull his hair more than the green plants.
Just before Song Nanxi could pluck the small red nanmu tree bare, Ling Sheng moved the plant away. Suddenly remembering something, he narrowed his eyes unfriendly. "Song Nanxi, tell me honestly, you keep talking about 'borderline men,' have you been doing something behind my back?"
Song Nanxi paused in her hand, which was playing with leaves, and then innocently raised her eyes.
She remained prone, her long, thick eyelashes and clear eyes looking innocently over there.
"I'm innocent, Your Honor! I'm a law-abiding citizen!"