Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Chapter 255 “If I Don't Care, Who Will?

Sitting in the cab on the return trip, Ji Zeqiu's expression shifted like the capricious sky, at times overcast with clouds, at others bright with sunshine, a melange of emotions so complex it baffled the mind.

However, a ringtone interrupted his thoughts the next instant.

Ji Zeqiu pulled out his phone and answered nonchalantly, “Brother Zhao, what's up?”

“You know, when you went home for a break, didn't I tell you to keep a low profile? And now, just a few days later, you've gone and made big news again. You're really something!” The agent's voice erupted with uncontrollable fury as soon as he began speaking.

The “big news” the agent referred to usually meant scandalous information captured by the media.

Could it be that his recent movie outing with his mother got snapped and misrepresented? Or that his secret shopping trip to buy a dress for his mother was leaked? Or was it his cursing out Ji Tingyang over the phone and getting caught on tape using foul language…

“What big news?” With so much going on, Ji Zeqiu felt a bit guilty and had no clue which incident the agent was talking about.

“You're still going to play dumb?!” The agent was livid, “Photos of you hitting someone have been taken by passersby!”

“You just had to go and hit someone without even bothering to disguise yourself,” the agent said, rubbing his nose bridge, frustration evident in his eyes. “Bystanders sold the photos to the media, and now the press has just contacted me, trying to shake us down for a huge sum.”

Ji Zeqiu was experiencing a career upturn. If the media spread negative press about him, his career would surely suffer a blow.

Thinking about this, the agent was infuriated. The sound of his hands slamming the desk thundered through the phone, “Tell me, how many times have I had to bail you out of these big news messes?”

From Wen Li at the start to Shen Qingtang later on.

Although Ji Zeqiu had reined in a lot since meeting Lin Xu, he still hadn't given his agent any peace of mind.

Even though Ji Zeqiu was his client, he hadn't listened to a word the agent said, causing him constant worry like an anxious mother.

Ji Zeqiu silently endured the agent's rage, touching his nose, “What happened with hitting someone?”

“Check your WeChat yourself,” the agent said irritably.

Ji Zeqiu opened WeChat and, after clicking on the photo, his eyes narrowed abruptly.

It was a picture of him from the picnic, gripping Xiao Yu's collar. His fist was raised high but ultimately never came down.

He hadn't expected to be seen by others, just as Xie Changyan had said.

“I didn't hit him afterward,” Ji Zeqiu curled his lip.

“The media and your haters won't listen to your explanation. Couldn't you have calmed down and thought before acting?” The agent wished he were right beside Ji Zeqiu at that moment, poking his forehead and berating him.

Calm down and think.

That phrase brought Xie Changyan to Ji Zeqiu's mind for an instant.

It seemed like that day Xie Changyan had also scolded him to calm down and consider the consequences before doing anything…

At the thought of Xie Changyan again, Ji Zeqiu's brows furrowed tightly, his expression shifting several times.

On the phone, the agent's tirade continued until a scratchy throat forced him to cough a few times and then finally to stop.

“Come to the company tomorrow,” the agent dropped that last remark and hung up.

Ji Zeqiu rubbed his buzzing ears and sighed.

He said a little prayer for his future self, hoping Brother Zhao wouldn't scold him too harshly.

The next day.

By the time Ji Zeqiu arrived at the company, the agent was already waiting for him in the office.

Seeing the burning fury in the agent's eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

“Last night I talked with the people from the media. They're demanding 50 million for a buyout and are not willing to bargain,” the agent said after taking a sip of tea to quell his anger, casting a deep look at Ji Zeqiu. “We'll be deducting it from your salary.”

Ji Zeqiu's expression stiffened for a moment. “These can be counted in our public relations expenses, right?”

“The PR budget has been entirely blown by you over the past few years; their department is about to complain about me, and you still have the nerve to mention it?” the agent said.

Ji Zeqiu muttered under his breath, “But isn't this deduction a bit too much…”

With fifty million, he could have bought his mother so many dresses.

“This is just a warning so you don't make the same mistake next time,” the agent patted his shoulder, while painting a rosy picture, “This money, well, you'll earn it back sooner or later.”

Afterwards, the agent gave Zeqiu a thorough scolding until his ears nearly developed calluses before finally letting him go.

After the matter was resolved, some of the agent's anger dissipated, and he personally escorted Ji Zeqiu back.

While riding the elevator, the agent continued to nag nonstop, advising him to behave during his time resting at home.

“Ding.”

The elevator stopped on a certain floor with a ding.

Ji Zeqiu looked up and saw the last person he wanted to encounter at the moment.

Xie Changyan also seemed somewhat surprised, pausing for a moment outside the elevator, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“Are you getting in or not? If you're not, I'm closing the door,” Ji Zeqiu said with a touch of irritability in his eyes.

The agent's face suddenly filled with panic, elbowing him, “How can you talk to President Xie like that? Are you seeking death? What if he gets angry and freezes your career?”

“He wouldn't dare!” Ji Zeqiu retorted angrily.

His mother adored him; even if Xie Changyan had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare freeze him out.

Listening to their whispers, Xie Changyan chuckled lightly and stepped in, “Don't worry, I'm not that petty.”

Who was he calling petty?

Ji Zeqiu glared at him secretly.

“Are you feeling better?” Xie Changyan glanced at him.

“Mind your own business,” Ji Zeqiu rolled his eyes.

As soon as he spoke, the agent poked him a few more times.

Xie Changyan gave him a sharp look, “If I don't care about you, who will?”

Ji Zeqiu paused for a moment, thinking of that old race car and suddenly seemed awkward. He turned his head away, “Since you're so keen to care, then you can pay my public relations fees.”

Xie Changyan: “What public relations fees?”

Ji Zeqiu turned away and didn't speak, but the agent was so frightened that he spilled everything to him.

During their conversation, the elevator reached the basement level, and Ji Zeqiu left without looking back and drove away.

He left Xie Changyan and the agent still standing in the parking lot.

The agent looked cautiously at Xie Changyan, fearing that he'd be angry because of Ji Zeqiu's disregard.

However, Xie Changyan curved his lips into a smile, showing no sign of anger.

“Don't pay the PR fees yet; I'll meet with their company's president tonight,” Xie Changyan said casually and then also drove out of the parking lot.

The agent's pupils tightened in shock for a moment.

President Xie never interfered in the artist's affairs, but this time, he was going to meet with a media company's president over Ji Zeqiu's issue?!

What exactly was the relationship between President Xie and Ji Zeqiu?

Chapter end