Chapter 119: Being Your Strong Support

At the home of Liu Yi’s goddess.

A copy of the weekly magazine *The Inner Circle* lay on the sofa.

"Wow, you are so thoughtful."

The goddess beamed, a smile like a blooming flower, as she hugged Liu Yi and planted a quick kiss on him. Liu Yi was so delighted his face turned beet red; he felt every hair on his body stand on end, his blood surging, and he was nearly consumed by desire, struggling to restrain himself.

However, men in the Empire generally dared not force themselves upon a woman; this was a rule that held true everywhere.

Liu dared not be too presumptuous. He placed his hands on the goddess’s waist and rubbed them gently. They were so close that he could catch the fragrance of her hair—or perhaps her natural scent—a truly marvelous experience. Because they were at home, sitting on the sofa, the collar of her blouse was slightly ruffled, revealing the snowy skin of her neck, a sight that made Liu Yi’s hormones feel as though they were about to explode.

His hands moved slightly upward, brushing against a soft curve, and he couldn't help but breathe heavily, his grip tightening just a fraction.

The goddess let out a soft, melodic hum, looked back at him with a sidelong glance, but did not push him away. Instead, she lowered her head to flip through the pages of *The Inner Circle*.

No rejection? That meant there was a chance! He could push his luck a little further!

At this moment, Liu Yi felt like an adulterer hearing a secret signal in the dead of night. His heart raced, and he wished he could leap through the windows and sweep the goddess onto the sofa for a night of unbridled passion.

"Stop fidgeting, I'm trying to read the magazine."

"Go ahead and read. I'm just touching a little, don't worry."

"Read along with me. Once we're done, I'll let you have your fun, but not for too long."

Hearing the goddess’s lure, Liu Yi felt as if he had been injected with adrenaline and sat bolt upright, accompanying her as she read.

The content for this issue of *The Inner Circle* had actually been finalized, but on Saturday, the editorial office had suddenly received a submission: a special feature on Ren Qian.

*The Inner Circle* had wanted to run a feature on Ren Qian for a long time.

The magazine had been trying to contact Ren Qian’s team, but they never received a reply. They had assumed Ren Qian was a difficult celebrity to deal with, and after repeated failed attempts at public relations, they were about to give up on the idea.

They hadn't expected the reporter they sent out this time to actually complete the task.

There was no doubt about it; Ren Qian had to be featured. But since this week’s layout was already set, they would have to pull someone else's feature to make room for him.

Who should be cut?

Naturally, it had to be the Heavenly King Wan Feng, who had recently gone through a divorce.

The Heavenly King had been plagued by too much negative press lately, and the magazine didn't want to help whitewash his reputation any longer. They decisively replaced Wan Feng’s feature with Ren Qian’s.

All the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. All the coming and going is for gain.

While helping Wan Feng clean up his image was profitable, it simply couldn't compare to the money to be made by promoting Ren Qian.

Ren Qian’s influence, which was no less than that of a top diva, was undeniable. If he were the cover star, how many of his fans would buy the magazine? According to market estimates from the marketing department, sales for this week’s issue could increase by 1.5 million copies!

That meant a fifty-percent increase in sales—a staggering number.

"Look at how handsome my god Qian is~"

"He is quite something. He has such a powerful aura; standing in the center of the stage, he possesses an air of absolute dominance, as if he controls the entire scene."

Liu Yi racked his brain for adjectives, successfully making the goddess beam with delight. She had reached the level of a die-hard fan, and even the slightest praise for her "Brother Qian" could keep her happy for a long time.

"Exactly, exactly! But he has never sung a single song on the *I Am a Singer* stage. He’s just too low-key! If he would just start singing, the ratings would absolutely skyrocket!"

"You make a great point. But the more he keeps them waiting, the more the audience wants to see it, right? Perhaps in the final episode, he’ll perform a new song? Maybe all seven singers will hand him the crown of the King of Singers and declare that he is the true king!"

"Oh, that could never happen! How could my Brother Qian be a mere King of Singers? He is a God of Singers! A true, undisputed God of Singers!"

"Right, right, he is a God of Singers. His talent is worthy of the title!"

...

"My god Qian is truly pitiful. He was suppressed right when he started his career! Those teammates were just despicable, and so was Wan Feng! But my god Qian is so talented, these little setbacks are nothing."

"Gold will always shine! Look at those former teammates now—what has become of them? And look at Ren Qian!"

Liu Yi chimed in, doing his best to agree with the goddess’s viewpoint in every way possible. It was exhausting, but his father had always told him: "If you want a woman to go to bed with you, you have to flatter her until she’s on cloud nine!"

And so, he persisted with tireless dedication.

"Liu Yi... did you know I’ve liked you for a long time?"

The article was finally finished, and the goddess closed the magazine. She only cared about the content regarding Ren Qian, so she didn't bother flipping through the rest.

"Huh?"

"Yes. I think you have a great personality, you're handsome, and your family background is good. We’re a good match, aren't we? It’s just that you’re such a blockhead!"

Liu Yi reflected on this. Where was he a blockhead? During this winter break, his father had specifically coached him on his flirting techniques! The only reason he hadn't dared to make a move on the goddess was the rumors that she was always cold and aloof, and that even wealthy second-generation heirs had been rebuffed. Having heard those rumors, how could he have dared to act rashly?

He never expected to catch her eye. Should he thank the great Ren Qian? If not for him, how could he have won the beauty’s heart so quickly?

He decided that when Ren Qian released his album, he would buy ten copies himself to repay him for playing matchmaker!

"Oh, right! Xiao Xi, I managed to get you an autographed photo of god Qian yesterday afternoon!"

To reward Liu Yi for his gentleness and thoughtfulness, the goddess blushed, undid two buttons on her blouse, and whispered, "I'll let you have your fun, but not for too long~"

"God Qian, please accept my worship. You are truly a man’s best friend! You helped me win over this cold goddess so quickly, and now she’s being so sweet and submissive... I... I... whatever, let’s have some fun first..."

...

"A-choo!"

Ren Qian, who was recording a song in his home studio, suddenly sneezed. The nurse watching from the side giggled.

Her smile was bright and charming.

"It must be some girl thinking of me, and a very pretty one at that, otherwise the sensation wouldn't have been so strong!"

Ren Qian glanced at the little dimples on the nurse’s face, reached out to rub her cheek, and then had to start the take all over again...

"You’re so vain."

The nurse rolled her eyes.

"I have to put my styling classes on hold... Dad wants me to learn company management. With Fatty Xu. It’s so annoying. Do you think my old man has any other illegitimate children running around?"

"That’s hard to say. But if you don't want to learn, then just stay at home and be a housewife. I’ll support you. But you’ll have to wash up every day to warm my bed. Don't worry, brother can keep you well-fed~"

Ren Qian stopped his work, a smile on his face that was thirty percent lewd and seventy percent lascivious.

"Who wants you to support me! The entertainment industry is full of backstabbing. I’m afraid that one day you’ll lose your popularity, end up penniless, and won't even have the money to treat a minor illness... so let me manage a company and be your solid backing."

Ren Qian froze at these words, looking deeply at her, feeling a strange tug at his heart that nearly brought him to tears.