Demon Consort Runs into the Beijing Crown Prince - Chapter 15

The next morning, Chu Muyun woke up and immediately reached for his phone to send a “Good morning” message—a habit by now.

Lu Hanzhang replied instantly: [Good morning.]

The little rabbit is sleeping in again today, Lu Hanzhang thought secretly.

When he is not filming, he can sleep until he wakes up naturally. That’s one of the perks of being an actor.

After breakfast, Chu Muyun fed the rabbit, attached a leash, and took Crown Prince for a walk around the residential complex.

The weather was clear and sunny, and the large, coffee-colored ball of fluff hopped merrily at his feet. Finding the sight adorable, Chu Muyun pulled out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Lu Hanzhang.

[Do rabbits need to be walked too?] :Lu Hanzhang asked.

[Of course! They need to get some sun.]

Chu Muyun typed with a grin: [I’ve been trying to teach my son to talk lately.]

[Has he learned yet?]

Of course, rabbits couldn’t learn to speak.

Chu Muyun replied: [No luck! Crown Prince just can’t learn. It must be a genetic issue! His dad is such a mute block of wood!]

[Alright, blame me.]

In his CEO’s office, Lu Hanzhang stared at his phone, a lingering smile on his face. Then it struck him, the rabbit son was named “Crown Prince”… and Chu Muyun had once inadvertently called him “Great King”… Could it be because Chu Muyun saw him as the rabbit’s father?

It was like saying “Little Zhuang’s dad” or “Zi Han’s mom.”

Actually, he wasn’t entirely wrong—he just had the cause and effect reversed.

It’s because the real father is the King that their son is the Prince.

Chu Muyun spent several more days holed up at home, poring over scripts.

During this time, Tian Xingzi, the assistant assigned to him by his agent Jin Ming, visited the residential complex to report in.

Jin Ming had messaged Chu Muyun on WeChat, explaining that Tian Xingzi was a recent graduate he had personally trained for a while but had yet to work with any artists. Though new to the industry, she was reliable. Since assistants often stay with artists for many years and learn their secrets, starting with a fresh face meant cultivating someone with a thorough understanding of Chu Muyun’s needs. Jin Ming added that she was also a skilled driver, so she could serve as Chu Muyun’s chauffeur as needed.

Chu Muyun had no objections.

Tian Xingzi arrived in a luxurious, brand-new RV that gleamed in the sunlight. She stepped out with two bodyguards in black suits.

“Hello, Teacher Chu,” she greeted him, her ponytail bouncing with youthful energy. Jin Ming had said she graduated last year, and she certainly looked like a fresh-faced college graduate just entering the workforce.

Chu Muyun paused, startled. Isn’t this Qiu Xing?

His former palace maid. Not particularly clever, but utterly loyal. Well, meeting again in the modern world must be fate.

“Hello. May I call you Xiao Xing from now on?” Chu Muyun asked.

“Of course! I thought you were going to call me Xiao Tian. But everyone close to me calls me Xiao Xing, so it feels much more personal coming from you!” Tian Xingzi replied with a bright smile. She was quite talkative, but her cheerful tone was endearing rather than annoying.

“Oh, and look at this RV I drove here—it’s brand new! Teacher Jin said a kind benefactor donated it for your personal studio!” Tian Xingzi continued. “I’ll be your driver from now on. This RV is amazing! When I was learning from Teacher Jin, I saw Best Actor Jiang Ci using the same model as his nanny vehicle, though his was an older version.”

Her enthusiasm for the RV was palpable.

A kind benefactor donated it…? Chu Muyun immediately guessed it was Lu Hanzhang.

He recalled the night after the cocktail party when Lu Hanzhang had asked him if he knew how to drive. If I’d answered, ‘I’m an expert driver, the reincarnation of the Mount Akina God of Speed,’ would he have gifted me a sports car instead?

Actually, he really would.

Lu Hanzhang fit one particular stereotype of the domineering CEO, I can offer, but you can’t ask. Not that Chu Muyun couldn’t ask at all. When Chu Muyun couldn’t afford rent, Lu Hanzhang gave him a house. When Chu Muyun struggled in the entertainment industry, Lu Hanzhang acquired Huashi and assigned him a Gold-Tier Agent. But these were all things Chu Muyun genuinely lacked and needed.

If Chu Muyun asked for other luxury items, Lu Hanzhang would provide them, but he would mentally deduct points. He didn’t want their relationship to be tainted by too much material gain.

Of course, this was only his mindset before their relationship became official.

Once Chu Muyun was truly his, he would give him anything he wanted. Even if Chu Muyun asked for the stars, Lu Hanzhang would find a way to pluck them from the sky.

Chu Muyun climbed into the RV and looked around, thoroughly impressed.

The interior was spacious and luxurious, equipped with a refrigerator, stove, microwave, bar, wine cabinet, television, sound system, and central air conditioning. It had everything. There was a bathroom, and the bed in the bedroom wasn’t cramped at all, looking incredibly comfortable.

Previously, when he was a minor actor on set, he’d envied the stars who arrived in their luxurious RVs. They could touch up their makeup and rest in privacy between scenes, shielded from the prying eyes of onlookers. Now, he had one of his own.

From now on, he could travel to film shoots near the Capital in his RV. For longer distances, he could fly and have the vehicle transported separately.

“Teacher Chu, I’m going to process your resignation,” Tian Xingzi said.

The two black-suited bodyguards she’d brought along were picked up en route from Lu Group Headquarters.

The burly men, dressed in sharp suits and ties, exuded a “suit-clad thug” vibe. Chu Muyun sized them up with disappointment, noting their uniformly unattractive faces—all “shrimp-type” men, edible only after removing their heads.

—An anonymous Lu Clan member: That’s exactly the effect we wanted.

The bodyguards nodded at him before retreating into the RV.

With its cavernous interior, the RV could easily accommodate another van full of people. But two were more than enough to deal with that scumbag Sun Ping.

Soon, Tian Xingzi reported via WeChat: [The paperwork is done. That old geezer didn’t dare say a word when he saw the two hulking guys behind me.]

With his resignation formalities settled, Chu Muyun settled back into his routine of reading scripts at home.

When he grew tired of reading, he would send Lu Hanzhang a teasing WeChat message. The Great King was so fun to tease, he just couldn’t resist.

One day, while lounging on the sofa scrolling through his phone, Chu Muyun came across a trending online phrase: [Introverts are just toys for extroverts.]

Chu Muyun froze, his eyes widening in shock as he pondered, The Great King… me… a toy… Is that how it is? Is my teasing him really that awful?

Then he thought back to all the times the Great King had relentlessly teased him in bed. Why shouldn’t I have a little fun with him, too?

With that thought, he sent another teasing WeChat message: [Boss, I dreamed about you during my nap. Guess what kind of dream it was?]

[Why aren’t you replying? In the dream, you and your “weapon” were both so proactive and passionate qwq]

After a long pause, the reply came: [ … ]