Demon Consort Runs into the Beijing Crown Prince - Chapter 12

Chu Muyun left Tiansheng Building, hailed a taxi, and headed home.

In the cab, he didn’t even glance at the dozen messages Sun Ping had sent in rapid succession. He immediately blocked the man to avoid sullying his eyes, then blocked his phone number as well.

Tap tap tap, he fired off a WeChat message to Lu Hanzhang: [Boss, I went to Tiansheng to finalize my resignation and ended up fighting with my trash former manager. I couldn’t even finish the paperwork qwq.]

Lu Hanzhang replied almost instantly: [Are you hurt?]

In the high-level conference room at Lu Group Headquarters, Lu Hanzhang was listening to a subordinate’s report. His silenced phone lit up, and he glanced at it. His brow furrowed sharply as he quickly typed a response.

Chu Muyun… with those skinny arms and legs… how could he possibly get into a fight?

Who are you looking down on? You should be asking if I won!

[Did you win?] Lu Hanzhang asked skeptically.

[I won! I grabbed a pen holder, smashed it over his head, and ran! He couldn’t catch me! Little rabbit lifting sunglasses.jpg]

Lu Hanzhang chuckled helplessly, Chu Muyun’s smug little face immediately flashing in his mind.

“…seamless transition across multiple terminals, establishing… establishing…” The marketing manager giving the presentation stole a glance at the big boss’s expression, startled and nearly stumbling over his words.

[Hmm, impressive.]

Lu Hanzhang typed: [Why did you fight with your manager? How did he mistreat you?]

Chu Muyun glanced at the message, his lips curving into a smile as warmth spread through his heart.

Even without his memories, the Great King was still his Great King.

In the past, whenever Chu Muyun got into trouble outside, he was always labeled as spoiled and willful, even his parents scolded him for causing trouble. But when he was the Great King’s consort, things were different. No matter what happened, it was always someone else’s fault—the beloved consort could never be wrong. Even if Chu Muyun accidentally bumped into a tree while walking, it was the tree’s fault for not growing in a better spot. The Great King never blamed him once.

Lu Hanzhang’s first reaction was to ask what the manager had done to deserve being beaten up.

[He withheld resources from me and forced me to attend drinking parties. I heard he even drugged other artists under his management and sent them to hotel rooms] Chu Muyun typed, then quickly added, [I was careful and didn’t let him succeed. I’m very self-respecting!]

The Great King was notoriously jealous, so he had to be clear.

[Is that so? I understand] Lu Hanzhang replied, his eyes turning cold. He’d send someone to investigate later. A mere beating wouldn’t be enough for such scum; he wouldn’t let this go easily.

Chu Muyun sent another message: [I’ll have my assistant handle the paperwork in a few days. Could you lend me two burly bodyguards to accompany them? I’m worried they might get attacked.]

[Sure.]

Lu Hanzhang couldn’t help but frown at the word “burly” in the message.

He vividly remembered Chu Muyun’s earlier confession, “I want a burly man pillow to hug while I sleep…”

This little rabbit keeps trying to seduce me, yet he’s still lusting after “burly men.” Lu Hanzhang thought. I’d better send two bodyguards who are skilled but as ugly as possible, just in case he gets any ideas.

“…achieving deep empowerment…” The poor marketing manager, Wang Tao, was still standing and reciting his PowerPoint presentation when he suddenly noticed Lu Hanzhang looking up from his phone. Lu Hanzhang’s brow was furrowed, and his murderous glare made Wang Tao’s legs tremble so violently that he nearly stumbled against the conference table.

“Wang Tao, you’re new to the marketing department, aren’t you?” Lu Hanzhang interrupted rudely. “Cut the fluff and get to the point. Do you think my time and the time of all these department heads is yours to waste?”

“Yes, President Lu,” Wang Tao stammered, bowing humbly. “I’ll revise immediately.”

Chu Muyun, having punched Sun Ping and then tattled to the Great King, returned home in high spirits, completely unconcerned about any retaliation.

Even if Sun Ping grew angrier later and hired someone to ambush him, he wouldn’t be able to find him. Chu Muyun had already moved out of his old, rundown rental apartment where he’d lived for five years and into a brand-new home in an upscale residential complex.

Once he became famous, surrounded by assistants and bodyguards, Sun Ping wouldn’t stand a chance of getting near him.

After a simple lunch and an hour’s nap, Chu Muyun set aside the script he’d been reading and skimmed through the original Lucky Star novel Sun Ping had mentioned.

It was a typical, heartwarming, and saccharine story.

Nothing like his own script, which was full of juicy, dramatic twists!

Chu Muyun read until evening, too lazy to cook. He reached for his phone to order takeout but first opened WeChat and typed a message to his pinned contact: [I’m hungry. Can you treat me to dinner?]

[I have a business dinner tonight.]

[Okay. Rabbit wringing its paws.jpg]

Chu Muyun whimpered inwardly. He’d been hoping to find an opportunity to give the Great King those cufflinks. Why was he always so busy?

A moment later, Lu Hanzhang sent another address, followed by the message: [Come here for dinner.]

Hmm, Scarlett Club?

Chu Muyun waited at home for half an hour before hurrying downstairs. A Cayenne was parked outside.

“Isn’t the Boss coming?” Chu Muyun peered into the car but didn’t see Lu Hanzhang. This wasn’t the same vehicle he’d seen Lu Hanzhang in before.

“The Boss is still in a multinational online conference. He was already planning to arrive late to the cocktail party. I’ll take you there first,” Assistant Li Weide explained.

“Alright then.” Chu Muyun got into the car.

Li Weide drove him to Scarlett Club, the venue for tonight’s cocktail party.

The event was invitation-only. At the entrance, guests had to present their invitations. Chu Muyun handed his invitation, provided by Li Weide, to the hostess and strode inside. Though he’d never been to such an upscale club before, he showed no sign of intimidation.

To the right of the entrance was a signature wall where VIP guests left their autographs. Chu Muyun casually picked up a pen from a tray and added his name.

I’m just here to freeload tonight, but I’ll become a VIP someday.

Li Weide followed Chu Muyun through the door and whispered, “The Boss wants you to take it easy on the alcohol. Otherwise, you’re free to do as you please. I’ll leave you now but call me if you need anything.”

“Got it,” Chu Muyun replied.

Li Weide nodded and walked away, greeted by numerous people along the way. As the special assistant to the Beijing Crown Prince, he knew far more people at the party than Chu Muyun did.

Chu Muyun was happy to be left alone. He weaved through clusters of guests holding wine glasses and chatting, heading straight for the buffet area.

He was genuinely hungry.

He grabbed a plate and began loading it up. The dessert selection was vast: macarons, coconut balls, red velvet cake, brownies, tiramisu, egg tarts, crème brûlée, vanilla cream puffs, and more. The fruit section offered a variety of neatly washed and sliced options, alongside nuts, mini sandwiches, sushi, hot dogs, mashed potatoes, vegetable salads, fries, steak, cocktail shrimp…

Crashing this party was definitely worth it.

As he busied himself with the food, a group approached from behind.

“Well, well, isn’t this the Crown Prince’s consort?” someone boomed loudly.