The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

"Zhang Mingqi has been arrested." Pei Duxian said, "There are many secretly filmed videos on his phone and computer, and the number of victims is as high as more than 100."

"Oh," Wen Qiu yawned boredly, "I thought people like him weren't afraid of being caught."

"Indeed, he had means to evade danger," Pei Du said. "But the people I brought with me that day directly controlled him and searched his studio and home. His employees also expressed their willingness to testify. We called the police only after we were fully prepared, and he had no chance to destroy the evidence."

Wen Qiu sucked on the straw in boredom, thinking that Zhang Mingqi had been domineering for so many years, bullying countless small models like himself, and no one could do anything to him. But if Pei Du wanted to, he could easily bring him down, as easy as stepping on an ant.

"It's definitely more than just secretly filming. He would use these secretly filmed videos to threaten people, asking them to either pay him or have sex with him." Wen Qiu said, "Can you investigate it carefully and keep him in prison for a few more years?"

"Don't worry about that. That's exactly what I meant." Pei Du's fingers tapped on the tablet, making a monotonous rhythmic sound.

Hearing him say this, Wen Qiu felt relieved. He recognized Pei Du's ability to play tricks on people.

Pei Du finished his preparations and turned to look at him seriously: "There were many things I didn't understand that day, so I said some very inappropriate things to you. I want to apologize to you for that."

Wen Qiu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he still had the good virtue of correcting his mistakes. He was willing to believe Pei Du's sincerity in his apology, but he also knew that he would make the same mistake again next time.

"It's okay," Wen Qiu said calmly, "Anyone who suddenly receives pornographic photos of their ex-lover from another man will be angry. I understand."

"But I'm also curious, why don't you explain anything?" Pei Du asked the point that really mattered to him. Could it be that in Wen Qiu's heart, he was someone who was not worth the trouble of explaining?
"I don't care how you see me. Just like you said, we just need to keep our relationship in bed. You have to give me assurance. I can't lie to you." Wen Qiu lowered his eyelashes. "As for feelings, let's not talk about it. There's no need."

Things that are destined to have no results will be in vain in the end and will only cause sadness.

Pei Du glanced at him and said, "You are sober."

"This is not awakening, this is self-protection." Wen Qiu was unwilling to explain anything more, and curled up and lay down again. There was a huge gap between his world and Pei Du's, and Pei Du would probably never understand the connection between not talking about feelings and self-protection.

After lying down for a while with his eyes closed, Pei Du gently stroked his back. Wen Qiu felt so comfortable that he almost fell asleep again, when he suddenly heard him say, "It's six o'clock."

Wen Qiu woke up suddenly. During the day, he had told Pei Du to wake him up at six o'clock. After three days away from home, Xiao Zhiliao's eyes were about to turn into peaches.

He endured the pain in his body, got up quickly, and put on his clothes one by one. Pei Du felt the quilt was empty, the cold air suddenly came in, and his hands lost the object to touch, feeling quite empty.

The OMEGA he had just been gentle with was about to go back to take care of someone else's little bastard. He instinctively felt unhappy, but he couldn't say anything. After sending him to the door in his pajamas, Wen Qiu put on his coat, wrapped his scarf around his neck, and planned to take all the garbage he had accumulated in the past two days downstairs - one of the garbage bags was filled with takeout boxes, and the other was filled with used condoms and small toys.

Pei Du leaned against the door frame, watching him busying around, and suddenly said, "The kindergarten has been booked, and the tuition has been paid. It's Dingying Kindergarten near your home, and you can go directly to school when you are old enough."

Wen Qiu was surprised and looked up at him: "Twenty thousand yuan a month for Dingying? Doesn't that require foreign nationality?"

"Really? I don't think I've heard the director say..." Before Pei Du could finish his words, Wen Qiu suddenly held his face and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Thank you." Wen Qiu's eyes were bright and the corners of his mouth curled up in a lovely arc, showing his happiness from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, he seldom smiled - now Pei Du could more or less tell how much falseness there was in his smile - so this sunny smile seemed very precious. Pei Du thought that he would only be so emotional when it came to that child.

"No need to thank me," Pei Du held the back of his head with one hand and gave him a deeper goodbye kiss, "I won't treat my bed partner badly."

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Wen Qiu soon discovered how cost-effective choosing Pei Du was.

It was one thing to say that he didn't need money to support him, but the little things that occasionally slipped from Pei Du were enough for him to pick up for a long time. For example, those hard-to-get performances, high-end restaurants with membership systems, opportunities to meet celebrities, and even academic guidance... Later, Pei Du disliked his slow driving and wanted to give him a car, but Wen Qiu refused because there was no parking space.

Secondly, Pei Du also assigned him a bodyguard, and whenever he went to any place that might be dangerous, he could have this bodyguard accompany him. That was a tall, thin and sharp ALPHA, exuding a dangerous aura. Wen Qiu was a little scared when he first met him, but over time he gradually got used to his silent presence.

There are also some deeper and more obscure benefits that Wen Qiu has not discovered for a while, but it is indeed operating in secret and has created a small miracle in his life.

The story began with an internal purge at Fenghua Media. Someone wrote to the board of directors anonymously, accusing Director Wang Shuran of seven crimes, including forming cliques, embezzling money, and leaking company secrets. The board of directors attached great importance to the matter and immediately set up an investigation team. After the investigation, they found that the crimes were basically true and decided to expel Wang Shuran.

As for the projects he was in charge of and the decisions he made, they were all reviewed by the investigation team. This included a small screenwriter competition project. The special prize that he decided was cancelled, and the ranking was rearranged according to the blind review scores of the judges. So three days before the results of the competition were announced, the special prize became "The Place Where Roses Are Buried", the author was an unknown screenwriter Wen Qiu. "Skyline", written by Liu Xingchen, who was favored by everyone, dropped to the first prize. This time, Director Wang fell so quickly that it was simply jaw-dropping. It is impossible for the top executives of a large company to be completely innocent. The board of directors knows a lot about many things and has always turned a blind eye. So people speculated that he was either a victim of factional struggle or was screwed by someone. Some people tried to make indirect attacks, but Wang Shuran just pretended to be bitter and vengeful and said nothing.

In fact, Wang Shuran himself was also in a state of complete confusion. He didn't realize which boss he had offended until he was fired from the company. He burned incense and prayed to the Buddha everywhere, and searched all his connections, but he couldn't save himself, and he didn't even understand why he was screwed.

Finally, he seemed to get some hints from a familiar senior executive: it was as if he was blocking someone's way, so he was being kicked away like a pebble.

The door suddenly became deserted. Before, the little screenwriter Liu Xingchen used to follow him around like a lapdog all day, but now he passed by without even saying hello, and his eyes rolled up to the sky. He also heard him yelling that he wanted to investigate who Wen Qiu was. Wang Shuran had already noticed it, but he just didn't remind him. He just watched him fall coldly, so that he could also spit at him.

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In March, the results of the "Wenxin Cup" came out. When Wen Qiu saw the results, he couldn't believe his eyes - he actually won the first prize!

There were countless drama masters participating in the competition, but he actually stood out and won first place! That's a prize of nearly 9 yuan!
At school, he covered his mouth and didn't dare shout out in excitement. He endured the get out of class as if he was holding a hot potato. He immediately took a taxi to Pei Du's home, eager to share the good news with him.

When he received Jiang Mingxin's celebratory text message in the car, he realized that he had never thought about sharing his joy with his good friend for a moment, and his mind was full of thoughts about telling Pei Du as soon as possible.

However, Wen Qiu soon felt relieved. After all, this script was created under the witness of Pei Du. Not to mention how much help he got from director Lu Jia, even the reason he started writing it was because Pei Du helped him solve his worries about survival.

This happiness should be shared with him.

Wen Qiu ran to the door and quickly rang the doorbell. The door opened quickly, and Pei Du was still a little puzzled, "So early today?"

"I won a prize in the screenwriting competition!" Wen Qiu handed the list of winners to him, "Special Prize!"

Pei Du had known about this for a long time, so he was not surprised at all, he just smiled and opened his arms. Wen Qiu smiled and fell into his arms, and he picked her up and spun her around.

"That's amazing! I told you you could do it." Pei Du praised.

Wen Qiu was so proud that his tail was about to lift up. "It's also thanks to you. If I hadn't made major changes to the entire structure according to Director Lu Jia's suggestions, I would definitely not have won the award."

However, this brought back a bad memory for Pei Du: "Lu Jia's script..."

"I picked it up from the garbage station," Wen Qiu smiled, not caring at all. "Fortunately, those uncles and aunts couldn't see the value of this gift and only went to grab those useless things."

"Well, just throw those things away," Pei Du patted his shoulder casually, "I'll give you better ones next time."

There won't be anything better, Wen Qiu sneered in his heart. Those gifts touched him so much on his birthday, but they caused him so much pain when they were discarded. He didn't want to suffer that kind of torture again. He would no longer cherish anything Pei Du gave him.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. I'll go cook you something delicious as a thank you." Wen Qiu didn't want to think about those unlucky things anymore. Today was a good day for him to win an award. He walked towards the kitchen as soon as he entered the door. "What do you want to eat? I have to use my full strength today. This is a rare opportunity. Order quickly."

"Let's make steak, the same one you made for me the first time," Pei Du followed him, "I'm still thinking about the taste."

Of course, Wen Qiu could not forget the taste. It was a meal he made while enduring stomach pain after his first failed attempt to sell himself. Later, he was oppressed by Pei Du's aura and ate half of it without any appetite.

Wen Qiu tied an apron around himself and said amiably, "Okay, this is a specialty dish my master taught me."

Pei Du was sitting at the dining table, and seeing his busy back in an apron, his heart was suddenly touched. He thought of the days and nights more than three months ago, when Wen Qiu was busy in the stove, cooking delicious food for him in various ways.

Nowadays, Wen Qiu can only receive such high-level hospitality when he wants to express his gratitude.

But it cannot be said that there are no benefits at all now. For example, three months ago he could see but could not eat, but now he can press Wen Qiu on the stove at any time and bully him from behind.

Pei Du held his cheek with one hand, savoring the temperature difference, and narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)