My Youth Began With Him

Su Yu didn’t want to hide, so he walked up to them…

“Happy New Year, President Qin.”

“Happy New Year, President Su,” Qin Chu replied like a gentleman.

Su Yu then looked down and glanced at Huo Mian, who was eating sashimi.

“Don’t dip too much wasabi… it’s spicy.”

Then, he left…

Upon hearing this, Huo Mian’s hand shook, getting more wasabi than she was supposed to.

When she ate that piece of sashimi, tears fell out of her eyes…

“Look at you, you’re like a child…” Qin Chu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He immediately handed her a glass of water.

Huo Mian took a giant swig… She chugged the water so hard that some got on her face.

Then, Qin Chu wiped off her face as if he was taking care of a little kid, his expression as gentle as could be.

One of Imperial Star’s female actresses fawned over Qin Chu. “I’m so jealous, President Qin treats his wife so well.”

“Yeah, I heard they’ve been together for years. I have a friend who works as GK, and she told me that President Qin is the ultimate wife-lover… He doesn’t care about anything unless it has to do with his wife.”

“He’s such a good man, why aren’t we as lucky as she is…?”

“You’re not as smart as Mrs. Qin either…” Jiang Ye teased.

A little unhappy, Jian Tong interrupted their conversation, “Guys, let’s eat.”

After dinner, when Qin Chu asked for the bill, he was told that Su Yu had paid for them already.

Qin Chu didn’t say anything, and left, hand in hand, with Huo Mian.

Su Yu, on the other hand, was in no mood to eat anymore…

He was exhilarated to see Huo Mian but as soon as she left, he became depressed.

“President Su… I’d like to make a toast to you. Thank you for your support this past year, you helped me rise to fame,” a female artist smiled as she gave a toast to Su Yu, who picked up his wine glass and took a small sip…

After dinner, someone suggested they go to Seductive Fox. Su Yu didn’t refuse; he reserved a big private room for his artists.

As everyone partied, the door of their private room was suddenly pushed open.

Huo Siqian walked in wearing a dark-purple leather jacket. He looked like a perfect gentleman.

Qin Chu loved black and always wore black, whether it was his shirt or suits.

Su Yu loved everything white; he even liked wearing white underwear.

Huo Siqian, on the other hand, liked colors. His jackets were mostly orange, light blue, coffee, or even red or pink.

However, his ever-changing clothing-style made him seem extremely fashionable.

“Young Master Su… let’s talk.”

“Sit.” Su Yu wasn’t in a good mood, so he didn’t even look up.

Huo Siqian didn’t mind it much and sat down beside Su Yu…

A sensible female artist poured Huo Siqian a glass of wine.

“Thanks, pretty lady…”

‘You’re welcome, President Huo…” The female artist smiled shyly.

“Hey, aren’t you the female lead of that popular spy TV show? Let me think, what’s your name again? Zhang Wenna, right?”

“You know me, President Huo?” The female artist was pleasantly surprised.

Su Yu’s gaze swept past Huo Siqian. “So… you’re here to talk to me about hitting on my female artists?”

The female artist immediately felt awkward; she was afraid to anger President Su and therefore stood up to leave.

Huo Siqian, however, smiled nonchalantly. “Of course not, your artists are for your own enjoyment… I’m here to talk to you about something important.”

“Spill,” Su Yu didn’t like beating around the bushes, so he asked upfront.