Extra Three: How to Confess to Your Boyfriend That You Are Very Rich (Part Three)

When Chen Chang’an woke up, Jiang Baiqing was already awake, but he didn’t say anything, just quietly looked at him, as if afraid he would disappear.

“You woke up so early?” Jiang Baiqing asked when he saw Chen Chang’an open his eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep well.” Chen Chang’an rubbed his eyes, his voice slightly nasal, resting his forehead against Jiang Baiqing’s shoulder, searching for a comfortable angle.

“We’ll be home soon, just hang in there.” Jiang Baiqing didn’t think he was being delicate; instead, he patted Chen Chang’an’s back. “… I had a strange dream last night.”

“Was it about me?” Chen Chang’an asked, understanding.

“Yeah.” Jiang Baiqing admitted, “I dreamed that you asked the staff to clear your name, so you came to me in the dream.”

At this point, Chen Chang’an felt a bit anxious. “So, do you believe it now?”

“When have I ever doubted you?” Jiang Baiqing smiled. “Since I fell for you, I’ve never questioned a single word you said.”

“But you doubted that I liked you!” Chen Chang’an immediately pointed out.

Jiang Baiqing kissed him lightly, candidly saying, “That was my insecurity.”

“You can feel insecure too?” Chen Chang’an looked incredulous. “Someone as outstanding as you can feel insecure?”

“I’ve met many people in my life; social skills are a basic necessity— but with you, I can only be sincere, and I always maintain a nervous mindset.” Jiang Baiqing said lightly, “Feeling insecure in front of someone you like is a natural reaction for everyone.”

—

To prevent the movie emperor from feeling insecure, Chen Chang’an decided to cheer him up.

So, Chen Chang’an found Jiang Youchuan, intending to discuss how to help the movie emperor build his confidence.

“What to do if your boyfriend lacks confidence? That’s a great question.” Jiang Youchuan acknowledged the professionalism of the question, stroking his chin in thought. “What kind of confidence do you want him to have?”

Chen Chang’an didn’t understand. “Uh, is there a difference? Is confidence categorized?”

“Of course.” Jiang Youchuan nodded seriously. “It can be divided into general confidence, relatively confident, and particularly confident.”

“What’s the method for ‘general confidence’?” Chen Chang’an continued to ask.

“Very simple.” Jiang Youchuan held up five fingers. “Give him five million every month, so he can achieve financial freedom.”

Chen Chang’an thought for a moment; he should be able to earn that much, so it seemed feasible.

“And ‘relatively confident’?”

“This one is a bit more challenging.” Jiang Youchuan shook his head. “The most superficial confidence comes from money; a higher level requires power. You need to be somewhat submissive to him; whatever he says goes, and confidence will come naturally, right?”

This guy Jiang Baiqing was quite indulgent in some aspects; if everything was left to him, wouldn’t it be chaotic?

Absolutely not, Chen Chang’an shook his head. “Then what about ‘particularly confident’?”

“‘Particularly confident’ requires you to be more proactive.” Jiang Youchuan revealed a mysterious smile. “Perhaps, are you interested in learning about Chuan San?”

“Who is Chuan San?” Chen Chang’an felt the name sounded somewhat familiar.

Jiang Youchuan had no awareness that he was Chuan San himself. “He’s the shining star of your circle, also my brother’s idol.”

An idol, Chen Chang’an nodded; that must carry significant meaning.

As for the earlier term “your circle,” he didn’t understand it at all.

— But that didn’t matter; there were many words Chen Chang’an didn’t understand.

“Then let’s learn about Chuan San?” Chen Chang’an readily agreed. “What kind of person is he?”

“You don’t need to care about what kind of person he is; just understand his writings.” Jiang Youchuan took out his phone and swiftly sent Chen Chang’an a newly released popular literary work by Chuan San. “Trust me, once you learn this, not only will you be able to build confidence for my brother, but even if you want him to obey you, it won’t be a problem!”

Chen Chang’an hadn’t yet realized the significance of that article. “Although I don’t understand idioms… but building confidence and obedience, aren’t they contradictory?”

“You’ll understand once you read it.” Jiang Youchuan patted Chen Chang’an’s shoulder. “Kids shouldn’t ask too many questions; just have fun.”

Chen, the twenty-something giant baby, felt like he was back in kindergarten on Children’s Day.

After Jiang Youchuan left, Chen Chang’an opened the document: three seconds to adulthood, one click to graduation.

On an ordinary afternoon, a new small account appeared in Chuan San’s Weibo fan list.

It was also a small account that didn’t want to be discovered: already tipped, hurry up and update!

—

Chen Chang’an sifted through Chuan San’s work and ultimately chose a secretary scenario to help Jiang Baiqing build confidence.

The specific content was as follows—

On a breezy and pleasant day off, Chen Chang’an put on a suit, donned glasses, and proposed to Jiang Baiqing, who was working at the computer, “Let me assist you with your work; let me be your secretary!”

Jiang Baiqing complied, “Alright, Secretary Chen, what do you want to do?”

“I can get you water!” Chen Chang’an eagerly suggested. “I can also help you organize documents!”

“I’m not thirsty, and I didn’t bring any documents back.” Jiang Baiqing’s eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly not letting Chen Chang’an off the hook.

Chen Chang’an felt troubled, pausing slightly. “Then what do you think I can do?”

“How about giving me a shoulder massage? Secretary Chen.” Jiang Baiqing winked. “Sitting for too long does make me a bit sore.”

Chen Chang’an walked over, only to be called back by Jiang Baiqing. “From the front, sit on my lap and massage.”

“You’re the only one who enjoys this!” Chen Chang’an protested, but still did as he was told, asking while he massaged, “Is it better now?”

“Better, but not much.” Jiang Baiqing took Chen Chang’an’s hand and guided it down. “… And here, it needs some relief too.”

“I’m your secretary; can you be a bit more serious?” Chen Chang’an tried to resist, fully immersing himself in the role. “President Jiang, you’re not taking your work seriously at all! And this isn’t even part of my job description! I won’t compromise.”

“Balancing work and rest is the secret to high work efficiency.” Jiang Baiqing sounded like a president full of nonsense, coaxing him in a low voice. “Secretary Chen, you wouldn’t want to lose your job, would you? Finding a job these days isn’t easy, is it?”

“I… I…” Chen Chang’an’s face turned red; after all, he didn’t really want to refuse. In the end, he just whispered, “Please, don’t fire me.”

“Don’t want to be fired? It’s simple.” Jiang Baiqing wrapped his arms around Chen Chang’an’s sensitive waist, his breath lightly brushing against his ear. “Show me your sincerity.”

Then came a lengthy, indescribable “show of sincerity,” passionate and heart-stirring.

Chen Chang’an reviewed the plot again, closed the document, and walked towards Jiang Baiqing, who was working.

—

If Chen Chang’an had read Chuan San’s other works, he would have realized that Jiang Baiqing had already implemented many of the plays.

And he should have realized that the scenarios he had read, Jiang Baiqing had also seen.

Unfortunately, Chen Chang’an knew nothing and thought he was the big male lead who had mastered the script.

“Is there anything I can help with?” he looked at Jiang Baiqing eagerly.

Jiang Baiqing didn’t follow the script at all, pulling him into his embrace and holding him still. “You don’t need to do anything; just let me hold you.”

Glancing at the computer, looking at the rising stocks of Qingbai Entertainment, Chen Chang’an deliberately asked, “What’s this line? It’s all in the red and still rising?”

After a long pause, Jiang Baiqing slowly replied, “That’s my electrocardiogram.”

“Why is it fluctuating so much?”

“I’m not sure; maybe it’s because I saw you at that moment.”

Chen Chang’an thought to himself: … Are you planning to take advantage of my illiteracy?

“I want to be your secretary!” Chen Chang’an, unable to move his limbs, tried to speak seriously.

Jiang Baiqing’s mind uncontrollably flashed with scenes from Chuan San’s writings, only to deny them the next second.

Damn it, Chen Chang’an was trying to help, and he was filled with these thoughts; it was too contrary to his upright image!

So Jiang Baiqing held himself together, looking serious. “You’re willing to help me; I’m truly touched.”

Chen Chang’an was also touched; the play finally got on track, and he suppressed his inner excitement. “Is there anything I can help with?”

Objectively speaking, his tone sounded more like, “Is there anything I can mess up?”

“Of course.” Jiang Baiqing frantically searched his mind for tasks Chen Chang’an could do, so he wouldn’t feel sad about being unable to help. “Can you use a calculator? You can help me with the accounts. It doesn’t matter if you can’t do the math; you can at least sort them by time, right?”

Chen Chang’an was stunned. “Is that it?”

No flashy tasks? Just this serious?

Jiang Baiqing replied calmly, “For now, that’s it.”

Chen Chang’an felt like a wilting flower, dejectedly starting to help Jiang Baiqing sort documents.

The plan to help Jiang Baiqing build confidence had reached a temporary failure.

After finally finishing, Chen Chang’an, panting, messaged Jiang Youchuan: Your brother is way too serious!

Jiang Youchuan: … Who are you talking about? My brother? Is Jiang Baiqing your brother?

Chen Chang’an: How many brothers do you have?

Jiang Youchuan: Hahaha, cough, cough, no, how is he serious?

Chen Chang’an: I originally wanted to imitate a scene from Chuan San’s writing, but your brother seemed completely unfazed.

Jiang Youchuan fell silent, a silence filled with a wisdom that saw through everything.

Jiang Youchuan: So what are you doing now?

Chen Chang’an: Oh, I finished the tasks, and I’m lying on the sofa playing on my phone.

Chen Chang’an: Wait, your brother is coming over.

Jiang Baiqing was pulling him up from the sofa. “You’ve finished your tasks; let’s take a break.”

Chen Chang’an’s heart raced as he blushed. “How do you want to rest?”

Jiang Baiqing pretended to think. “Well, let my new secretary help me relax?”

Then came several hours of radio silence.

Jiang Youchuan: … I knew it.

How could Jiang Baiqing not like Chuan San’s writing—being at the top of the tipping list wasn’t for nothing.

He now had only one question: Am I also a part of your play?!

—

“I won’t.” Chen Chang’an looked at Jiang Baiqing with wide, innocent eyes, exuding a “I’m a baby, I’m the purest” vibe.

“Then learn.” Jiang Baiqing bit the button on his shirt, kneeling on the sofa. “Not improving your skills will lead to being eliminated by society.”

Chen Chang’an replied emotionlessly, “Oh.” “What should I do? I’m so scared.”

“If you get eliminated, I’ll support you.” Jiang Baiqing teased him on purpose. “I’ll handle the work; you just wait for me to come home and be my canary.”

Chen Chang’an was startled. “Oh, you know about canaries?”

Jiang Baiqing smiled slightly, enunciating each word. “I, am, an, elder?”

The movie emperor was angry, the kind that couldn’t be soothed.

Chen Chang’an felt innocent; he claimed he had just accidentally spoken his mind.

To make up for the movie emperor’s wounded heart, he gritted his teeth and bought a cat ear outfit, opting for express delivery.

When the outfit arrived, Jiang Baiqing was locked in his study, refusing to open the door no matter what.

Chen Chang’an could only knock frantically. “Open the door, open the door, I know you’re inside, open the door…”

The movie emperor yanked the door open, and Chen Chang’an nearly stumbled into his arms, breathless as he looked up.

Jiang Baiqing was too angry to look at him, closing his eyes and asking, “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to ask, how do you wear this thing…”

When Jiang Baiqing opened his eyes, he saw Chen Chang’an holding up a cat tail, looking pitifully at him, with fluffy cat ears on his head and a bow tie with a bell around his neck, swaying as he moved his head.

Jiang Baiqing’s voice went hoarse. “Let me help you.”

Chen Chang’an was captivated by his intense gaze, taking a while to respond. “Huh? Oh.”

“It’s actually very simple.” Jiang Baiqing coaxed him gently. “This time I’ll help you; next time you can do it yourself.”

The movie emperor reached out, and after that, the anger dissipated—because he indeed felt pleased.

A day later, Chen Chang’an messaged Jiang Youchuan: The method you suggested really works; your brother definitely likes it.

Jiang Youchuan had already anticipated this outcome, stating: See, I’m indeed a part of this play.

Who told them they were shipping their own CP? They had to fulfill it even if they cried.

Chen Chang’an’s message came again: By the way, are there any other works by Chuan San? Send me a few more.

Chen Chang’an: Also, if you know Chuan San, please ask him not to use overly advanced vocabulary; it would be a pity for an illiterate like me not to understand.

Jiang Youchuan couldn’t help it: If you can’t understand, look it up in the dictionary!

Chen Chang’an: Who looks up words in this kind of X writing?! Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?!

Jiang Youchuan: Chuan San’s work isn’t meant for those who slipped through the cracks of nine years of compulsory education; how could an eighteen-year-old not even understand the basic words from compulsory education?!

Chen Chang’an: Why don’t you consider special circumstances?

Jiang Youchuan: What makes you special?

Chen Chang’an: I’m particularly brain-dead.

Chen Chang’an thought to himself: If it weren’t for that damned Meng Po soup, how could I forget even the content of nine years of compulsory education!

Jiang Youchuan thought to himself: … I’ve lost to him; sincerity is indeed a killer move.

—

The movie emperor also had times when he was hard to coax.

After experiencing filming a movie, Chen Chang’an deeply realized how poor his acting skills were and never took on leading roles again. According to Xu Chengzi’s plan, he obediently played the vase.

But even playing a vase didn’t guarantee peace; Chen Chang’an sat on a small stool memorizing lines when he suddenly heard a “click.” He looked up to see the male second taking a selfie with him.

Chen Chang’an cast a puzzled glance. “Is there something?”

“Ah, Brother Chang’an, can I take a picture with you? You wouldn’t mind, right?” The male second, who smelled of green tea perfume, said weakly, “I’m your fan; I really like the character you played. I feel like you portrayed the character’s fragility and struggle, that sense of loneliness in the world, where you and this world are at odds, but no one understands you—only I see that. I think you’re special.”

Chen Chang’an was bewildered by his outpouring.

No, dude, what do you mean by “the character’s fragility and struggle,” and “the loneliness in the world”?

I really, I’m not, I don’t have, don’t act like me.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Chang’an seriously asked, “What are your recent career plans?”

The male second didn’t understand. “Huh?”

“Are you considering aiming for the Nobel Prize in Literature?” Chen Chang’an said sincerely. “What you just said could be delivered on the podium.”

The male second let out a soft “yelp”: “Brother Chang’an, I truly feel this way.”

“I feel the same way.” Chen Chang’an didn’t see anything wrong. “By the way, how old are you?”

The male second shyly gave a number.

“Oh, then I should call you brother.” Chen Chang’an said earnestly. “You were born three years before me; don’t act young.”

The male second’s expression faltered; in the entertainment circle, discussing age was the biggest taboo, especially when one was older than the other.

He came in blushing and left with a dark face; at that moment, Chen Chang’an didn’t realize the seriousness of the situation.

—

After returning home, Chen Chang’an found that Jiang Baiqing was no longer talking to him.

“Bai Ge? Bai Ge?” After waving his hand in front of Jiang Baiqing’s eyes multiple times with no response, he exclaimed, “Oh no, Bai Ge won’t talk anymore—”

Jiang Baiqing’s brow twitched, nearly unable to hold back.

“What did I do this time?” Chen Chang’an tried to recall. “I haven’t done anything; I’ve been performing well, right?”

Jiang Baiqing listened but still didn’t speak, instead pushing his phone towards Chen Chang’an.

Chen Chang’an unlocked it with his fingerprint, and what came into view was a close-up photo of himself and the male second, taken that morning, with a particularly unflattering angle.

After just one glance, Chen Chang’an couldn’t bear to look anymore. He exited the picture and saw a message from the male second to Jiang Baiqing—”I have a good relationship with Brother Chang’an; you definitely won’t mind, right?”

Goodness, it turned out the green tea wasn’t his perfume but his pure, unpretentious scent.

Chen Chang’an was speechless, holding the phone and looking at it from every angle, before finally asking in confusion, “Is he really that much of an actor? So fake! Do you actually believe it? And you’re angry—”

Jiang Baiqing finally couldn’t hold back any longer, his face serious. “I’m angry that you didn’t protect yourself well and let someone like that take advantage of you, letting them get close.”

Chen Chang’an instantly lost his confidence. “I’m sorry; I’ll be more careful next time.”

Jiang Baiqing sighed. “You must keep your word.”

“I will definitely keep my word.” Chen Chang’an raised three fingers in a vow, then kissed Jiang Baiqing’s ear. “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry.”

The movie emperor could be hard to coax, but even when he was hard to coax, he was still easy to soothe.

—

The next time Chen Chang’an encountered the male second, he wished he could create a basketball court’s distance between them.

Yet the other party was unwilling and walked over to him.

“Don’t come over!” Chen Chang’an hurriedly waved his hands in a flustered manner. “If you come any closer, I’ll call for help.”

“Why are you reacting so strongly? Is it because I’m special?” The male second was quite adept at self-interpretation, giving himself a perfect fantasy. “Because I like you, I’m being cautious, so I’m in a dilemma.”

Chen Chang’an earnestly asked, “I understand ‘being cautious,’ but what does ‘in a dilemma’ mean?”

The male second silently cursed “illiterate” in his heart and continued to speak pitifully, “Brother Chang’an, I genuinely want to be friends with you.”

“Do you like making friends? How about we be friends?” At that moment, the movie emperor’s voice rang out.

Chen Chang’an was startled: “Y-you, how did you get here?”

The movie emperor seemed to embody a delicate persona, speaking softly, “I was afraid you’d be too focused on filming and forget to eat, so I came to supervise you.”

Every time the crew had a meal, Chen Chang’an was the first to rush over, thinking to himself: Did he just use a voice filter? He must have, right?

The second male lead appeared to be intimidated by the movie emperor’s charm, unable to speak for a long while.

“I have eaten,” Chen Chang’an was the first to break the silence.

The movie emperor seemed to still be in character: “Are you eating alone, or are you eating with someone?”

“Ahem, of course, it’s alone,” Chen Chang’an stammered, nearly choking on his own saliva from the movie emperor’s powerful acting.

“That’s good,” Jiang Baiqing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, still looking forlorn, “I was worried some unseeing little mouse might crawl onto your table.”

Chen Chang’an could only play along: “Not a chance! My table is reserved for you alone!”

As for the charming second male lead—his eyes were nearly blinded by the two of them.

“Still not leaving?” Jiang Baiqing walked over to Chen Chang’an, gently squeezing the back of his neck, giving him a sharp look.

Chen Chang’an felt his body go weak under the pressure and quickly echoed, “I’m talking about you, hurry up and go!”

Only then did the second male lead hurriedly leave.

Chen Chang’an worked hard to clear his name: “I’ve been trying to protect myself, keeping my distance from him.”

Jiang Baiqing chuckled, his tone suggesting he wouldn’t let it go easily: “I’ll deal with you when we get back.”

“What do you plan to do?” Chen Chang’an looked at him nervously.

Jiang Baiqing’s ears turned slightly red as he raised a hand to rub his nose: “I bought a few more sets…”

Chen Chang’an was confused: “A few sets of what? A few houses? Do you want me to pay for them? Sure! No problem! I’ll take care of it!”

“A few animal costumes, cats, dogs, foxes…” The more Jiang Baiqing spoke, the hoarser his voice became, “No rush, let’s try them one by one.”

Chen Chang’an was incredulous: “I didn’t expect you to be such an old cadre! Your character is falling apart!”

Jiang Baiqing smiled slightly: “My character has always been like this; there’s more to develop in the future.”

—

After countless internal struggles, Jiang Baiqing confessed, “Actually… I’m quite wealthy.”

“Oh, and then?”

Jiang Baiqing instinctively frowned, feeling something was off: “Is that your reaction?”

Chen Chang’an belatedly realized he should probably act a bit more surprised.

So he blinked and said dryly, “Wow, my boyfriend is actually a rich man. I’m going to get rich!”

Jiang Baiqing was even more confused; had he known confessing would be this simple, he wouldn’t have been so anxious alone for so long.

He fell silent for a long time, long enough for Chen Chang’an to wave his hand in front of his eyes: “What are you thinking about, President Jiang?”

“My fault,” Jiang Baiqing snapped back to reality, shaking his head helplessly, “I should have told you earlier; there won’t be a next time for this.”

From then on, there were no more secrets between them, only two hearts beating in sync.

The end.

Author: He Liangren’er

Author’s note:

Chen Chang’an: Who reads this kind of X novel and checks the dictionary! Don’t you think it’s absurd?!

Jiang Youchuan: Then you’ll be the first! (heart gesture.jpg)

The end, Chen Chang’an and the movie emperor are off to live their lives behind the scenes!

Author Weibo @何良人儿, readers are welcome to come play with me! Various collaborations and commissions can be messaged on Weibo.

Thanks to my editor cc and my client Chuanhe Culture for always being there, thanks to the radio drama collaborators, and to all of you who have read this far; Chen Chang’an’s wealth buff will always bless everyone!