Chà Chà Novel

Su Nuo understood what Chen Wenyu meant, but he wasn’t worried. Besides having a steady mindset, there honestly wasn’t anyone who could make him suffer anymore.

He was no longer the poor little thing who could be pushed into the freezer by a single Weibo post from Wei Sinian. However stormy the entertainment industry got, he had serious capital behind him.

Leaning on your big brother couldn’t be called clinging to a sugar daddy, could it? It was clearly a sign of a harmonious family.

Munching on potato chips, Su Nuo suddenly felt he’d already won without lifting a finger, before he’d even had the chance to try.

So this was the joy of being spoiled by your brother?

Chengfeng didn’t know who Su Nuo really was. All they knew was that the higher-ups had broken with routine, locked him in as the spokesperson directly, and offered him exceptionally generous terms.

The staff member in charge of liaising with Su Nuo’s team did some calculating of their own. Whose canary was this, that someone was going to such lengths to promote him, even pulling strings all the way up to senior management?

Su Nuo took his classes seriously. Scripts did come knocking, but he turned them all down, citing his studies.

He wasn’t in a hurry for quick success. Of course, it might also be because his circumstances were different now. He had the freedom to slow down and plan carefully.

Commercials could be shot outside class hours and kept him visible, and the school had no specific rule against endorsements, so Su Nuo was fully on board with this kind of work whenever his manager arranged it.

It was a decent side gig, a way to earn money for his brother’s birthday present.

Su Nuo, who had given fountain pens two years running, fell into a full-blown case of indecision as Fu Baihan’s birthday approached.

Honestly, if he gave another fountain pen, Fu Baihan might throw him out of the house.

After enjoying all his brother’s doting, how could he not put real thought into the gift?

“Approaching” was generous; there was still a month to go. Su Nuo counted up his little treasury, mulling over what on earth to buy.

This year alone he’d received three cars and a yacht from his brother. Su Nuo felt that if he didn’t empty his treasury, it would look far too insincere.

Once his treasury was empty, he could always swipe his brother’s card. No need to panic, pocket money would always turn up.

Fu Baihan’s birthday fell in winter. His grandfather had chosen his name in the hope that, like the pine and the cypress, he would stand tall and proud even through the coldest winter. As the eldest son and eldest grandson of the Fu family, he had carried countless expectations from the day he was born. And as it turned out, in twenty-five years he had never disappointed anyone. He had done even better than they’d hoped.

He was a worthy heir to the Fu family, and also a tender older brother to Su Nuo. The two didn’t contradict each other at all.

As for Su Nuo’s recent hinting and fishing to find out what he liked, Fu Baihan knew the kid wanted to prepare a birthday present. He’d never cared much about such things. Even in past years, when the heartless little brat had palmed him off with fountain pens, he’d been perfectly happy.

Su Nuo objected: it wasn’t palming him off, it was a last resort after agonizing over it and still failing to choose.

It was like dating someone who only ever says “whatever” and “anything’s fine.” Coming up with something that would satisfy them was just too hard.

Su Nuo thought he himself was much simpler. He’d just tell his brother straight out what he wanted. How nice was that?

Fu Baihan’s response: so that’s why your sports cars are gathering dust in the garage?

Good thing he could afford it. At the rate this kid squandered things, they’d have been out of food long ago.

Su Nuo had never paid attention to his acting fees or endorsement pay before, leaving all the money matters to Chen Wenyu. This time, though, the young master asked in a very down-to-earth way, “Brother Chen, how much will I get once I finish shooting the commercial?”

Chen Wenyu explained, “It’s only a six-month contract, mainly to build up your track record. Their fee is on the high side for the current market. After tax, you’ll take home a little over two million yuan.”

The young master was the young master of the Fu Group, sure, but in the entertainment industry he was still a newcomer just starting to make a name for himself, nowhere near A-list or B-list. He’d only landed this deal by going straight through internal connections, and getting this price was already very good.

Su Nuo sighed. “Two million. What kind of birthday present can I get my brother with that?”

Chen Wenyu breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, when the young master first asked about his income, he’d thought the kid might be short on cash lately, like other rich playboys who’d found some way to burn money.

He felt guilty for suspecting the young master. After all, what bad intentions could a young master who thought about nothing but his brother all day possibly have?

But why had he been dragged into this rich-family conversation?! Did your birthday gifts start at the “million” mark?!

Sorry to intrude. I’m not worthy.

What could a CEO possibly lack? Thinking of the Fu Group’s newly built property development, and then of Chengfeng’s latest car model, Chen Wenyu felt that poverty had limited his imagination.

You capitalists live in a world I really don’t understand.

Just pay me on payday. Consulting on gift ideas is billed separately.

Chen Wenyu would never admit he was a little jealous of Fu Baihan. Not because of Fu Baihan’s wealth, but because he had such an innocent, carefree, and thoughtful little one by his side.

No wonder. With a little brother this sweet, of course you’d want to come give him a squish every day. Chen Wenyu finally understood why Fu Baihan, despite being so busy, kept visiting the set.

At the shoot, Chen Wenyu, who’d been in the industry for years and had his own network long before money power brought him into this entertainment company, now spoke with even more authority thanks to his connection to the young master. Everything was arranged in perfect order.

In the private dressing room, watching the makeup team they’d brought style the young master, Chen Wenyu thought absently: so… this is what it feels like to be the fox borrowing the tiger’s might?

The Chengfeng people grumbled privately about Su Nuo’s entourage, but they didn’t dare show it.

Even the photographer had been assigned by headquarters. Whoever could afford to keep this canary had to be one of those few top executives, right?

One of the top executives, trembling as he accompanied Fu Baihan on an inspection: “……” Don’t you dare spread nonsense, this is the precious young master!

Su Nuo had a great sense for the camera. It showed not only in film and magazine shoots, but in commercials too, which came easily to him.

He treasured this opportunity. In his past life, shooting commercials had been nothing but a daydream. In that situation, he’d never had such a chance. The closest he’d come was when Xi Zhou returned to China and personally shot a photo set for him, then posted it online.

Back then he was buried under countless scandals, yet there had been a sliver of hope. But before any commercial offer could come, that life had ended.

Now he stood in a studio, working with a professional photographer, shooting a commercial for the Fu Group’s Chengfeng.

What a wonderful turn of events. Just like a beautiful dream.

Su Nuo performed well, and the staff’s initial disdain gave way. It had to be said, faced with Su Nuo’s face, very few people could dislike him.

Even suspecting he was someone’s kept canary, they couldn’t help sighing: a boy this beautiful, if they had power and money, they’d want to keep him too.

Su Nuo even politely thanked them. If he’d known what they were thinking, he probably wouldn’t have been able to smile.

Following Fu Baihan to the shoot, the executives were all baffled. What was the boss here for? Today was just an endorsement shoot. Was that really worth him coming in person?

At the edge of the set, someone recognized the young master in front of the camera. After all, the photo on Fu Baihan’s desk was of none other than the young master.

At once, the executives exchanged looks that said “you know what this means.” The chairman and his wife had returned to China. Though the young master hadn’t joined the company, he held a sizable stake, and it wasn’t impossible he’d make a play for power someday.

But since they’d already chosen Fu Baihan’s side, their future rise or fall was tied to his ship. So even with the young master right in front of them, they had to follow Fu Baihan’s lead. Should they show ordinary respect, or quietly make things a little difficult?

Fu Baihan’s view: dream on. Where did all this pointless speculation come from? He was simply here to see how his little brother’s work was going. Anyone who dared make things hard for his little treasure was probably looking to be unemployed.

Raising his wrist to check his watch, Fu Baihan was not pleased. It was this late already, and they still hadn’t let his little treasure break for lunch?

He didn’t say a word, but his secretary was good at reading the room. “Sir, it’s getting late. Perhaps we could wrap the shoot here for now.”

Fu Baihan gave the secretary an approving look. “Mm. Go call Nuonuo over.”

The secretary kept his triumph to himself. As Mr. Fu’s right-hand man, he knew better than anyone how things really stood in the Fu family. The young master was the one the whole family held in the palm of their hand!

The secretary went over and said a few words to the staff. A bigwig from headquarters was not someone they could afford to offend, so the shoot was pushed to the next day and they cheerfully let Su Nuo go. At the same time, they quietly wondered about this newcomer’s background. Being hand-picked for the endorsement was one thing, but why had the boss come in person? Can’t afford to mess with him, can’t afford to mess with him. Thank goodness today had gone smoothly, without any conflict.

“Ge, what are you doing here?” Su Nuo hadn’t even taken off his makeup. Luckily his looks could carry anything, so no style ever looked overdone. Walking over in his shoot styling, he looked like a little noble prince from an oil painting.

“I can’t come?” Fu Baihan said in a low voice.

The executives behind him tensed up. Here it comes, here it comes, is this a live scene of rich brothers at odds? Is he going to put him in his place right now?!

Su Nuo was surprised because that morning, before leaving home, Fu Baihan had said he’d be very busy today and wouldn’t even have time for lunch together. Yet halfway through the shoot, here he was. His busy brother had come to pick him up from work. It was enough to move heaven and earth!

Su Nuo’s excitement was completely genuine, his voice lilting upward. “Of course you can! Ge, where are we going for lunch?”

The executives: “……” There’s not the slightest hint of brothers at odds in this plot!

Once they’d faced reality, how could they dare keep their earlier attitude? Forget making things difficult. From now on, whenever they saw him, they’d treat him like an ancestor to be worshipped.

It was only because they worked at a subsidiary that they hadn’t caught up on the latest. At the Fu Group’s headquarters, every employee greeted Su Nuo warmly, and even people of Fu Mingyuan’s generation made a point of kindly asking after the young master.