MWMM Chapter 106 – Han Yun & Xiao Mu Extra 1: President Han, Sleepy?

It had been a week since Xiao Mu signed with Chiyu Entertainment. As someone with flawless looks but close to zero acting skills—a typical eye-candy type—he was placed into a three-month pre-debut training program along with other newcomers.

“The big boss is coming to inspect later, so you’d all better perform well and show President Han what our 32nd class is made of.”
Dance instructor Lin Zhenzhen, dressed in a midriff-baring top that showed off her stunning figure, stood before a wall-length mirror and addressed the twenty or so trainees reflected within it.

The moment she finished speaking, a wave of excitement rippled through the studio. Xiao Mu, standing at the far end of the third row, felt a jolt at the mention of “President Han.”

That’s right—he had joined Chiyu Entertainment as a trainee for one reason above all: he had a crush on the company’s CEO, Han Yun.

Suddenly, the practice room door was pulled open from the outside. A neatly dressed man—presumably a secretary—gestured politely, and in walked Han Yun, wearing a tailored suit and sunglasses, moving at an unhurried, deliberate pace.

The entire room gasped.

Most had only seen Han Yun on television interviews or in magazine spreads. For many, this was their first time seeing the man in person.

And he did not disappoint.

Han Yun was the perfect example of someone who could have relied on his looks alone but instead chose to forge his empire with ruthless business acumen.

All the trainees bowed in unison and greeted, “Hello, President Han.”

Han Yun reached up and removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of captivating, slightly upturned eyes. His lips curved into a faint, charming smile—just enough to be dangerous—and his voice was like a spring breeze.
“Hello, everyone. Thank you for your hard work.”

That gentle, flawlessly composed demeanor instantly captured the hearts of everyone present. His gaze was soft yet barbed, as if laced with invisible hooks—effortlessly reeling hearts in.

From his spot in the corner, Xiao Mu knew he wasn’t noticeable, so he allowed himself to shamelessly stare at Han Yun to his heart’s content.

But unexpectedly, the next second, Han Yun’s gaze suddenly landed right on him. The harmless gentleness in his eyes vanished, replaced by something sharper, more scrutinizing.

Xiao Mu’s heart skipped a beat.

But it lasted only a moment before Han Yun’s gaze moved on. Xiao Mu’s face flushed slightly, and he forced himself to calm down—yet couldn’t resist glancing at him again, this time with slightly more restraint.

He couldn’t help but wonder…
What kind of Omega does Han Yun like?

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That evening happened to coincide with the company’s annual gala. Naturally, the newest batch of trainees—including Xiao Mu—got to join in on the festivities. Their instructors let them off early to do their hair, pick outfits, and prepare.

In an entertainment company, visual appeal was everywhere. Without putting in some effort on your image, even the most stunning face could easily disappear into the crowd.

By the time the evening banquet began, Han Yun and Shen Ci—the two heads of the company—each took the stage to give a speech. After that, they let the crowd mingle freely. The trainees clustered together in small groups, drinking and chatting.

Xiao Mu held a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes quietly following Han Yun.

He watched as Han Yun exchanged a few words with Shen Ci, then set his own glass down and strode quickly out of the banquet hall.

His heart stirred. On an impulse he couldn’t quite explain, Xiao Mu lifted his foot and followed.

He remembered hearing from the instructors during casual conversation that Han Yun had a personal suite in this hotel, located at the far end of this very floor. He’d filed the detail away in his mind.

And sure enough, Han Yun headed straight for that room.

Xiao Mu watched him enter, bit his lip, and turned back toward the banquet hall. From a passing server, he took two glasses of red wine.

Then, standing before Han Yun’s door, he took a few deep breaths, adjusted his expression, and knocked.

When the door opened, Han Yun stood there in a bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist. Clearly, he had just come out of the shower—his hair still dripping with water. Seeing Xiao Mu holding two glasses of wine caught him off guard.

He didn’t step aside to let him in.

“What is it?”
Gone was the polished smile he wore in public. Han Yun’s expression now held a mix of sternness and unruliness, his gaze sharp and far from gentle.

Xiao Mu steadied himself and gave his most flirtatious smile.
“President Han, may I offer you a drink?”

Ordinarily, a lowly trainee had no place offering their boss a drink. But perhaps due to the few sips of wine he’d already had tonight—or maybe due to a jolt of courage gifted by fate—Xiao Mu had decided to take a chance.

Han Yun’s eyes flickered, but he made no move to let him in.
“Apologies, I still have work tonight. I don’t drink.”

He wasn’t lying. The reason he’d left the banquet early was to finalize casting negotiations for the historical film “Youth’s Journey.”

Unexpectedly, his refusal only gave Xiao Mu an opening.

Swirling the wine gently in his glass, Xiao Mu leaned lazily against the doorframe, his gaze playful and suggestive.
“What a coincidence. President Han—so do I. We have work to discuss.”

Then, with a swift step, he slipped nimbly past Han Yun and into the room.

Han Yun’s pheromones were well-restrained. Even so, through the lingering mist that hadn’t yet cleared from the bathroom, Xiao Mu could still catch a rich, intoxicating scent—vodka.

So that was Han Yun’s scent—strong liquor. And Xiao Mu… liked it.

Seeing Xiao Mu step inside, Han Yun’s gaze turned sharp. With a quiet thud, he closed the door and turned to face the strikingly beautiful trainee standing before him.

Xiao Mu smiled sweetly and held out one of the wine glasses.
“President Han, please.”

Han Yun took it, but only held it in his hand—showing no intention of drinking. Xiao Mu noticed and felt a touch of disappointment, though he understood. After all, they weren’t close. It made sense that Han Yun wouldn’t casually drink something handed to him.

Han Yun raised a brow.
“Go on—what business do you need to discuss?”

At that, Xiao Mu gave a wicked smile, set down his glass, and began to slowly walk toward Han Yun. With each step he took, he undid one button of his shirt.

By the time only a single step separated them, Xiao Mu pulled his shirt open. The garment slipped effortlessly off his shoulders, revealing a finely sculpted upper body that glistened under the light. Rising onto his toes, he leaned in to whisper by Han Yun’s ear,
“President Han… want to sleep together?”

That’s right—Xiao Mu believed that with such a huge disparity between their statuses, the only chance he had was to take the initiative: strip down and play the kept-lover card. That way, Han Yun could take what he wanted without worry or strings attached.

After all, in this industry, it was hardly unusual for an unknown to seduce a higher-up, offering themselves in exchange for resources. The difference was—others did it to get famous. Xiao Mu was doing it for Han Yun himself.

Seeing that Han Yun didn’t immediately reject him, Xiao Mu’s smile deepened and his boldness grew. He reached out to untie Han Yun’s bathrobe.

Just as his hand brushed the knot—

Han Yun suddenly grabbed him and hoisted him into the air with alarming force.

“As someone I personally interviewed and accepted into the trainee program, this is your idea of ambition?”

His voice was full of disappointment, tinged with cold anger. He slammed Xiao Mu against the wall, gripping his chin tightly, fury in his eyes.

“Tell me—how many times have you tried this same trick?”