Superstar's Development Diary-Chapter 890 - 892: Passing the Buck in Progress

It’s not like he’s already retired from the entertainment circle, so why isn’t he accepting any jobs? Is he planning on focusing on aging gracefully?

The most outrageous thing is, his wife is running around to all these gigs, exhausted to death, while he, the big BOSS, clocks in and out on time, and when he’s free, he even sends him to buy some delicious and fancy afternoon tea snacks.

To treat a respectable ace agent like an assistant is one thing, but damn, those snacks are for his wife!!

He has to run from the company to buy the snacks and then travel across the city to her location for promotion activities. Luckily, He Jinxia’s recent promotion sites were all in the Imperial City. If they were out of province, wouldn’t he have to go on a business trip just to deliver a snack?

What can be tolerated, who cannot? The dignity of an ace agent never admits defeat!

This matter must be...

Hmm, give Sheng Yan some good feedback, yes, some good-natured feedback.

He Jinxia’s text message also reminded him of some things. Indeed, because Sheng Yan has reduced his appearances, too much of the external pressure has fallen on Jinxia. Sheng Yan was a bit unfair in this regard.

Entering the office, Sheng Yan was lazily sprawling in his chair, hands behind his head, casually watching the video playing on the computer in front of him.

The computer displayed the content from the video meeting just discussed. He needed to pick out a few key points to distribute to the assistant, who would deliver them to the company’s management for them to finish the tasks. He needed these analyses.

Sheng Yan glanced at him sidelong, rotated his neck to check the time, and finding that it was almost lunchtime, stretched a bit with the intention of taking his lunch break on time.

Zhang Ming waited a few minutes, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore and spoke first, smiling as he wiggled his brows:

"Our grand BOSS lives quite the lavish life, getting off and on work precisely on time, having a beautiful wife at home, his life is even more structured than those in officialdom."

Sheng Yan tidied up some documents without looking up, saying, "If there’s anything, say it quickly."

Zhang Ming’s eyes twinkled, thinking of a good idea: "Actually, it’s not anything important, just that it happens to concern your wife.

She’s pondering something and doesn’t know how to handle it. I think you, as her husband, might want to help her decide, so I wanted to tell you about it too."

When it came to Jinxia’s work, Sheng Yan had almost never intervened in the arrangements.

He always believed that every matter should be left to the professionals. His opinion might not necessarily be better than that of the agent.

Let alone that Jinxia is very independent in her career, fearing that netizens would say she’s relying on the opportunities guessed to come from him, so she seldom talks to him about career matters, except when there are significant puzzles, which she would then mention.

Zhang Ming’s intention this time seemed destined to be in vain.

Sheng Yan didn’t lift his head: "Her matters have already been passed on to you. You’re her agent; the opinions you provide will naturally be more professional than mine. Just help her make the decisions she’s unsure about." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Zhang Ming nodded, "Yes, you’re quite right. So, given that she wants to share the media pressure with you, I think it’s great. I’m very supportive and willing for her to do so."

Sheng Yan paused in his actions and looked up at Zhang Ming, his tone indifferent: "What media pressure?"

Zhang Ming let out a couple of weird laughs, "Heh, heh."

"You’re living the life of a real president, just handling business matters daily without watching current affairs. Your life’s only meaning is to work, not even knowing that your wife is chased by paparazzi every day for news."

Zhang Ming continued speaking on his own: "Sheng Yan, I told you a long time ago, a wife is for cherishing, not for weathering the storm. You two went public at last year’s film festival, and earlier this year, you quickly held a wedding, making all the media and reporters very curious about you.

It’s just that you have no appearances recently, living a retired life. What can I say? Fine, fine, don’t accept appearances, then don’t, but you can’t push off the product endorsement events.

Alas, it’s such a pity; this has put Jinxia through the wringer. To protect you well, she endures the media’s pressing questions, never loosening her tongue about your relationship."

Zhang Ming’s voice became high-pitched and emotional, he even sniffed with fervent empathy.

"With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for? It’s truly moving!"

The veins on Sheng Yan’s forehead slightly pulsed, this Zhang Ming...

Besides "drama king possessed," he couldn’t think of any other term to describe him.

His deep pupils looked at him, furrowing his brows: "What the hell is going on?"

Zhang Ming was getting addicted to his act and sucked in his nose, saying: "What else could it be? You know how much the paparazzi want to know about your private life, right? Weren’t you the one being too suppressive earlier, leaving the paparazzi unable to find any dirt on you? Yet your fame is so big...

Now it’s all ready — you and He Jinxia are married. Paparazzi want to use Jinxia as a breakthrough, desperately inquiring about your news in various settings. To protect your privacy, Jinxia refuses to speak up, even causing the director to complain during the new drama promotions."

Sheng Yan didn’t think twice to debunk him: "Impossible, Stanlanca isn’t that petty."

Zhang Ming felt stumped at these words and dropped the act, speaking straightforwardly: "So, do you want to help your wife share some of the pressure?"

Sheng Yan lowered his eyes, an angular face wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, against his beauty, those glasses seemed to have become some collectible from a century.

His slender, jade-like fingers gently tapped the desktop, producing a faint "thud, thud" sound, asking: "What does Jinxia say about it?"

Zhang Ming awkwardly chuckled, giving a sarcastic laugh, and then, adopting the tone of a bard, declaimed passionately:

"She has, after long deliberation, finally decided—to blame it all on you!"

"Caw, caw, caw," as if three crows flew over Zhang Ming’s head, adding to the desolation.

Sheng Yan watched him with an expression as if looking at an idiot.

Zhang Ming entertained himself for quite a while, with no one applauding; having run out of pretense, he could only cough a few times, wipe the sweat from his forehead, and cut it short: "In short, she’s also annoyed by the media reporters and has decided to leave this matter for you to handle."

Sheng Yan still gently tapped the table, head slightly lifted, eyes filled with contemplation, matching his business suit, presenting a perfect elite workplace style.

If some onlooker walked in and saw this scene, they’d probably scream with high-pitched excitement.

Especially from Zhang Ming’s perspective, Sheng Yan’s figure and the backdrop behind him could easily form a static high-definition wallpaper.

Pity for the both of them; one long aware of his handsomeness without feeling it, the other a typical "straight-man disease" type, had no thoughts about men, leaving this unbeatable picturesque scene unappreciated.