Entertainment: After singing her CEO best friend to tears, she repaid him with her body.

Chapter 129 Does your boss have some kind of idea about you?

Hearing the noise, Wang Jianhua looked up, his dark face etched with deep wrinkles.

He stared at Wang Bo for several seconds before slowly asking, "You're back?"

"Dad," Wang Bo put down his luggage, "your leg isn't even healed yet, how come you're already working?"

"I'm just idling around anyway," Wang Jianhua said, lowering his head to continue picking peanuts. "The peanuts are ripe; if I don't pick them, they'll rot in the ground."

Wang Bo's mother, Hua Zhaoti, came out of the house wearing an apron, her hands still covered in flour.

Upon seeing her son, her eyes immediately reddened, but she said, "You didn't even tell me you were coming back, and we didn't prepare anything at home."

"No need to prepare." Wang Bo walked over. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Make dumplings." Hua Zhaoti wiped her hands, looked her son up and down, and said, "You've lost weight. Are you not getting enough to eat in the city?"

"I haven't lost weight, I've actually gained two pounds," Wang Bo laughed.

"What's so heavy about it? Your face has become so thin." Hua Zhaoti pulled her son into the house. "Come in and rest. Are you tired from the car ride? I'll get you some water."

The house was still the same as before, with a cement floor, a few faded New Year pictures pasted on the white walls, and furniture that was all from twenty years ago, but it was kept very clean.

Several photos were displayed on the TV cabinet: one of Wang Bo as a child, one of him after graduating from junior high school, and one of the original owner's stage photos from when he participated in a talent show, all carefully framed in a cheap plastic frame.

Looking at the stage photo, Wang Bo suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

When the original owner left home with his musical dreams, his parents probably did the same thing, displaying his photo in the most prominent place in the house. Although they didn't understand, they supported him.

"How's Dad's leg?" Wang Bo asked.

"Much better." Hua Zhaoti poured a glass of water and handed it to me. "The doctor said the cast can be removed in a few days, but my ribs still need to heal, so I can't do heavy work."

She lowered her voice: "Your dad can't sit still. Yesterday he wanted to go to the field to check on the corn and help out, but I scolded him."

Wang Bo looked at the no longer upright figure in the yard, remained silent for a while, and said, "Mom, I came back this time to tell you that I... am making money now."

Hua Zhaoti paused for a moment, then laughed: "What's the point of making money? Just work hard in the city and don't worry about home. You still haven't used up the money you sent back last time."

"No," Wang Bo said seriously, "I'm serious. I participated in a competition, and now I'm somewhat famous, and the appearance fee is quite good."

He originally wanted to give a specific number, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

The more you tell your parents, the less they believe you.

Sure enough, Hua Zhaoti spoke as if coaxing a child: "Alright, alright, my son is doing well. Are you hungry? Mom will cook you some dumplings."

Wang Bo: "..."

Well, it was all for nothing.

At lunchtime, Wang Jianhua limped into the house, washed his hands, and sat down at the table.

The family of three sat around a small square table, on which sat a large plate of dumplings, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a dish of pickled vegetables.

"Eat up." Wang Jianhua picked up a dumpling for his son. "You can't get this authentic stuff in the city."

Wang Bo took a bite. The chive and egg filling was perfectly seasoned, with a thin crust and generous filling—it tasted just like the one he remembered.

"Dad, Mom," he put down his chopsticks, "I'm going back to the city in a couple of days to record a show, to sing."

Wang Jianhua looked up at him but didn't say anything.

Hua Zhaoti asked excitedly, "Does that mean... I'll be on TV again?"

"Um."

"Then...can we watch it?"

"Yes, it will be broadcast on TV."

Hua Zhaoti happily replied, "Okay, okay, Mom will definitely watch it then."

After dinner, Wang Bo wanted to help clean up, but Hua Zhaoti chased him out of the kitchen.

He walked into the yard and saw his father sitting on a small stool picking peanuts, so he dragged a small stool over and sat down.

The father and son picked peanuts in silence for a while, then Wang Jianhua suddenly asked, "How did the competition go?"

"It's going well," Wang Bo said. "I've won a few matches and am starting to gain some fame."

"Hmm." Wang Jianhua picked a plump peanut. "Now that you're famous, you need to be even more careful. Don't be like those people on TV who get arrogant after gaining a little fame."

"I know."

There was another moment of silence.

"Um..." Wang Jianhua's voice sounded a little unnatural, "I had your mother save the money you sent back last time, for you to use when you get married in the future."

"Dad, I'm really rich now," Wang Bo said. "After this competition, I'll buy you a house in the county town, and you can move in and stop farming."

Wang Jianhua stopped.

He turned his head and looked at his son with his eyes, which were clouded by the years. He looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed: "Bozi, Dad knows you want to be filial, but we farmers only feel at ease when we have land. Houses in the city are expensive, and it's not easy for you to earn money. Keep it for yourself."

"dad……"

"Alright," Wang Jianhua interrupted him. "Your mother and I are content with your kind intentions."

Wang Bo opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He knew that his father didn't distrust him; he just didn't want to put pressure on him.

In the eyes of parents, children will always be children. No matter how much money they earn, they are still children who need to be protected and cherished.

In the evening, Wang Bo's phone rang.

It's Zhou Yuji.

He went out into the yard to answer the phone.

"Wang Bo!" Zhou Yuji's voice was like popping beans. "Where are you now? Su Xiaoxiao told me you went back to your hometown? You took the bus back alone? Did you get your brain caught in a door?"

Wang Bo held his phone a little further away: "Sister Zhou, I'm at home, I'm fine."

"What's so great about it!" Zhou Yuji sounded quite angry. "Do you know how many eyes are on you right now? The fifth episode of 'The Voice of China' is about to be recorded, and you're a favorite to win online. How many people want to dig up dirt on you? You're taking the bus back to your hometown alone. What if something happens on the way? What if some unflattering photos are taken of you? What if..."

"Sister Zhou," Wang Bo interrupted her, proving she was a true best friend, "I'm just going home to see my parents."

"You should have told me!" Zhou Yuji's voice carried a hint of grievance. "My car is parked in the garage, and you know where the keys are. Couldn't you just drive it back? Why do you have to squeeze onto the bus? What, are you embarrassed by driving my car?"

"no……"

"And Su Xiaoxiao and Su Yiyi!" Zhou Yuji launched an indiscriminate attack. "What's wrong with those two? They know you're going back to your hometown, and they won't even lend you a car? Doesn't the company have any cars? Is Su Xiaoxiao's SUV just for show? Doesn't Su Yiyi have a white car? They won't lend them either? They should just be stingy!"

Wang Bo was both amused and exasperated: "Sister Zhou, it was my own fault for not speaking up."

"They won't take the initiative unless you ask?" Zhou Yuji said matter-of-factly. "Wang Bo, let me tell you, you're an artist now, the top star of Xiaoyi Culture. They have to revolve around you! Do you have to ask them for this? What are they good for?"

Wang Bo listened as Zhou Yuji berated the Su sisters from head to toe on the other end of the phone, from "ignorant" to "lacking tact" to "wasting her time as a boss," using a variety of insults and a rich vocabulary.

Finally, Zhou Yuji concluded: "Alright, you're home now, right? Send me your address, and I'll have a friend send a car over so you can drive back to the city. Don't take the bus anymore, understand?"

"No need, Sister Zhou..."

"We absolutely have to use it!" Zhou Yuji said decisively. "If you don't drive it, I'll fly back tomorrow and drive it myself!"

Wang Bo: "..."

He knows Zhou Yuji too well; this woman does what she says.

In the end, Wang Bo compromised and sent the address.

Zhou Yuji was finally satisfied: "That's more like it. Oh, by the way, give my regards to your parents. Just tell them... just tell them that their son is doing well with me now, so they can rest assured."

Wang Bo hung up the phone, turned around, and saw his mother standing at the door, holding a plate of washed apples, her eyes filled with worry.

"Hiroko, who called? Your boss? Are they urging you to come back to work?"

"No." Wang Bo walked over, took an apple, and took a bite. "A friend, just concerned about me."

Hua Zhaoti hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back: "Bozi, you haven't... owed anyone money in the city, have you? You haven't done anything illegal, have you? I saw on TV that some celebrities suddenly become famous because they're being kept by rich men..."

"Mom!" Wang Bo almost choked on the apple. "What are you thinking? I'm just competing, singing, and making money normally."

"That girl on the phone just now, she was so fierce..." Hua Zhaoti said softly, "Mom is afraid you'll be wronged."

Wang Bo felt a warmth in his heart and put his arm around his mother's shoulder: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine. That friend is just straightforward and a really good person."

Hua Zhaoti nodded with some skepticism.

The next day at noon, a black SUV drove into Wangjia Village, followed by a more ordinary car.

When the two cars stopped in front of Wang Bo's house, half the village came out to see what was going on.

Such a nice car is a rare sight in rural areas; its gleaming paint reflects the sunlight, giving it an imposing presence.

The luxury car driver was a man in his thirties, wearing a suit, who attracted a lot of attention as soon as he got out of the car.

"Whose relative is this?"

"You're from the city, right? Look at that car, it must cost hundreds of thousands, right?"

"Hundreds of thousands? I'd be willing to pay millions!"

As Wang Bo came out of the house, the driver immediately came up to him and respectfully handed him the car keys: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Zhou asked me to bring the car over. It's full of gas, so you can drive it directly back to the city."

The villagers who were watching immediately erupted in uproar.

"Was that the Wang family kid driving?"

"Isn't he a singer in the city? How come he's driving such a nice car?"

"Could it be... that I'm going to be the boss's driver?"

Wang Bo took the keys and thanked him.

The driver then handed over an exquisite gift bag: "President Zhou also brought some tonics for Uncle and Aunt, saying it was a small token of her appreciation."

Wang Jianhua and Hua Zhaoti stood at the door, looking at the impressive black car and then at the expensive-looking bag in their son's hand, their expressions complicated.

After the driver left, Wang Jianhua pulled his son aside and whispered, "Bozi, tell Dad the truth, did your friend really lend you this car? Or did you rent it just to save face?"

Wang Bo sighed, "Dad, it really was borrowed from a friend."

"What kind of friend is so generous?" Wang Jianhua asked incredulously. "A car worth millions just like that? Bozi, we may be poor, but we can't accept things we don't know the reason behind. Does your boss have something on your mind?"

Wang Bo: "..."