Side Story (5) : Jealous Fox (2) 

He thought that this matter had ended.

Unexpectedly, there was more to come.

After he officially started his graduate school life, for a long time, Mu Ye wasn’t quite himself.

For instance, Mu Ye had never restricted his returning home time in the evenings before. Now, if he stayed too late at school, Mu Ye would definitely go there to pick him up.

Furthermore, whenever he had voice calls with his advisor at home, Mu Ye would occasionally pass by his study, quietly taking away books he usually never touched. If the voice call with his advisor exceeded thirty minutes, Mu Ye would appear behind him approximately every ten minutes, bringing some red tea snacks and silently hinting for a hug.

Although they had discussed this before, Song Jianchu couldn’t figure out why Mu Ye would still act like this. This time, he was completely clueless about the reason.

He suspected it was because he was too busy with his studies, neglecting Mu Ye, which made him feel bored.

This kind of behavior continued for a whole six months.

As the year-end approached again, Song Jianchu received a notification from his advisor that they were going abroad together to attend an international academic conference for six days, starting from Sunday.

Song Jianchu was currently Professor Lu’s most valued student. Whenever Professor Lu attended various academic conferences, he would take Song Jianchu along, providing him with more opportunities to broaden his horizons.

The day before departure, while packing their luggage, Mu Ye started again.

Standing beside the suitcase, Mu Ye looked down at him and said, “Can I come along? I won’t cause trouble, I’ll just wait for you at the hotel.”

“The schedule is tight, I don’t have time to accompany you.” Song Jianchu placed neatly folded shirts into the suitcase.

Mu Ye came up from behind, wrapped his arms around his neck gently, and smiled, “It’s okay, it’s been a while since I went to Europe. During the day, I can go out by myself.”

His ears were brushed by the soft strands of Mu Ye’s fringe, and Song Jianchu felt a bit swayed. “But…”

“Darling, you’ve gone so long without taking me out.” Mu Ye said, “These past few months, you’ve spent more time with your advisor than with me every day.”

Song Jianchu caught the implication. He turned his head, meeting Mu Ye’s eyes, “Brother, you’re not still bothered by that, are you?”

Mu Ye looked bewildered.

Song Jianchu stared at Mu Ye’s puzzled expression for a couple of seconds and felt he might have overthought things.

Even if Mu Ye were immature, he was about to turn twenty-nine, how could he possibly be jealous because his advisor was handsome?

He turned back to continue packing and laid down the rules: “I’ll ask the advisor first. If he agrees, then I’ll help you book the ticket. It won’t be a private plane, so our seats won’t be together. You have to keep a low profile and can’t ask the advisor to switch seats with you, nor cause any disruption on the plane.”

“Understood.” Mu Ye kissed his cheek, rested his chin lazily on his shoulder, contentedly saying, “It doesn’t matter where I sit on the plane, just staying in the hotel room with you is enough.”

That night, Song Jianchu reported the matter to his advisor and received approval.

Song Jianchu postponed their return flight tickets.

Mu Ye’s next round of world tour concerts was about to start, so taking this opportunity to accompany him and relax for a few days seemed like a good idea.

Early the next morning, they set off for the airport together to meet Professor Lu.

Mu Ye politely greeted Professor Lu, who remained as cold and reserved as usual, and there was no further interaction between them after boarding.

Song Jianchu and Professor Lu sat together, while Mu Ye’s seat was across the aisle. Professor Lu gave a simple glance, silently asking if he should switch seats with Mu Ye, but Song Jianchu declined. Professor Lu turned his head away, closed his eyes, and didn’t speak again.

Song Jianchu glanced back at Mu Ye.

Mu Ye noticed his movement, looked up, and smiled at him, behaving very well-behaved.

Feeling slightly relieved, Song Jianchu took out his tablet and headphones, preparing to review the academic materials required for the conference. Just as he was about to put on the right earphone, a late-boarding passenger accidentally knocked it off.

A fashionably dressed young man with sunglasses picked up his earphones and handed them over, saying, “Sorry.”

With his movement, a fresh and bright men’s perfume scent filled the aisle.

Professor Lu’s brow twitched slightly as he hesitated and turned his head.

Song Jianchu didn’t notice Professor Lu’s subtle reaction and took the earphones, saying, “Thank you.”

The flight attendant continued to guide the late passenger and the gentle female voice followed, “Your seat is over here.”

The young man’s voice carried a hint of friendliness, “Thank you.”

Song Jianchu’s hand, about to put on the earphones, paused for a moment as he subconsciously turned back.

The person sat in the empty seat next to Mu Ye. Both of them didn’t look at each other.

It was a coincidence that both individuals were wearing sunglasses and scarves, and despite sitting separately, they didn’t take them off.

Individually, there was nothing unusual, but together, they became the two most suspicious passengers on the entire plane.

Song Jianchu felt that the person looked oddly familiar; he should have seen him somewhere.

But after just a moment’s glance, Song Jianchu withdrew his gaze.

Long flights were dull and boring. Most passengers chose to eat and sleep to pass the time. All the reading lights above the seats were mostly off, except for four lights that remained on continuously.

The flight attendant came again to serve meals, while Song Jianchu and Lu Yingchuan were earnestly studying materials with their glasses on.

Song Jianchu felt he had just eaten and declined the meal.

Lu Yingchuan also raised his hand to refuse.

The flight attendant approached the two suspicious individuals who appeared to be celebrities. These two hadn’t slept either; they were boredly playing games on their phones—one was playing a puzzle game, and the other was playing a popular mobile game.

Eating could kill time, so the two suspicious individuals accepted the additional meal.

After the flight attendant finished serving, the plane suddenly experienced turbulence.

Song Jianchu stood up to go to the restroom but lost balance momentarily. Lu Yingchuan quickly grabbed his arm, frowned, and said, “Sit down and fasten your seat belt.”

The two suspicious individuals, who were about to start their meals, simultaneously looked up, relaxed their shoulders, and resumed eating.

Lu Yingchuan didn’t let go of Song Jianchu’s arm until he sat down, fastened his seat belt, closed the tray table, and the computer, advising softly, “Stop reading and get some sleep.”

The two suspicious individuals, holding their utensils, frowned simultaneously.

After landing, Song Jianchu had already pre-booked a car to pick them up and take them to the hotel. As they left the airport, Lu Yingchuan looked back several times, seemingly searching for something.

Song Jianchu asked, “Professor, is everything alright?”

Lu Yingchuan suddenly stopped, took out his phone with a stern expression, furrowed his brow, and said, “You go ahead, I have something else to do.”

Song Jianchu nodded, didn’t ask anything else, and got into the car to the hotel with Mu Ye.

As soon as the car door closed, Mu Ye suddenly pulled him into an embrace and ran his fingers through his hair a few times.

Song Jianchu: “?”

Mu Ye pressed his head down with his chin, not allowing him to move, and spoke seriously, “Chu Chu, tell me the truth, does Professor Lu usually care about you a lot?”

“?” Song Jianchu was forced to lower his head against Mu Ye’s chest, overwhelmed by the warm scent of his coat, looking confused. “What do you mean?”

Mu Ye’s sixth sense about recognizing similar situations was strong. He held Song Jianchu’s head and warned seriously near his ear, “Listen, don’t have physical contact with Professor Lu in the future.”

Pausing for a moment, Mu Ye added, “Except for those special situations just now.”

This time, Song Jianchu finally understood.

He remained silent for a while, sighed, and said, “Mu Ye, are you being too sensitive? Is this why you insisted on coming along?”

“Seeing is believing.” Mu Ye let go of his hand, smoothed his hair, and worriedly advised, “The more someone looks like a gentleman, the more cautious you should be.”

“Brother, you’re really overthinking.” Song Jianchu chuckled helplessly. “Professor Lu—”

He had a stable relationship long ago, something known throughout the school.

“You’re young and can’t judge people.” Mu Ye interrupted, crossed his arms, and with an air of mystery, squinted his eyes, “Believe in your brother’s intuition.”

Song Jianchu: “…”

Mu Ye gazed at him seriously, then with concern, complained, “It’s all your fault. The older you get, the more attention you attract. If I don’t watch out, it’ll be even harder during the seven-year itch.”

Song Jianchu was even more confused, “???”

Who exactly was attracting more attention as they grew older? Why was it him who should be worried?

As if afraid that Song Jianchu wouldn’t understand, Mu Ye gently patted his head, sighed helplessly, and said, “Chu Chu, you’ll understand later. Our relationship is so stable, all thanks to brother’s efforts.”

Song Jianchu suppressed a smile, indeed.

If it weren’t for Mu Ye being so well-behaved, he, a person completely unfamiliar with romance, wouldn’t have managed to maintain this relationship so steadily.

In fact, up to now, Song Jianchu didn’t understand why Mu Ye liked him so much and was willing to do so much for a terminally ill patient with fake affection.

He was just an arrogant ordinary fan, going crazy trying to take care of his idol.

If it were someone else, they would have been beaten up by now.

“Yeah.” With a tender light in his eyes, Song Jianchu complied, “You’ve worked hard.”

Mu Ye stared at Song Jianchu for a few seconds, unable to restrain himself, grabbed Song Jianchu’s hand, placed it on his thigh, and slowly leaned in.

Just as their lips were about to touch…

“Yes.” Suddenly, Song Jianchu opened his eyes, remembering something, “It’s him.”

Mu Ye halted with lowered eyelashes in front of him and then withdrew, asking, “Who?”

“I just saw the professor’s wife…,” Song Jianchu hesitated for a moment on the term, then skipped it, “the person sitting beside you on the plane.”

Mu Ye was stunned for two seconds. “The professor’s wife?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen her once before,” Song Jianchu affirmed. “It should be her.”

Mu Ye was immediately relieved and asked cheerfully, “Wearing sunglasses, how were you certain?”

“Pretty easy to recognize,” Song Jianchu replied.

Recalling, Mu Ye added, “Indeed, she looked younger than Professor Lu, probably the same age as us.”

“No, they’re the same age,” Song Jianchu corrected.

Mu Ye raised an astonished brow.

Song Jianchu’s expression turned complex as he explained, “Every time she comes to the school to see Professor Lu, everyone thinks she’s a student from our department. Even when she covers her face while walking, students would still confess to her. It felt a bit miraculous, so it left a deep impression.”

Mu Ye smirked, “There are good things like that? How miraculous!”

“Really,” Song Jianchu took the opportunity to praise himself, “If you’ve seen her, you’d know what really attracts attention.”

Mu Ye understood instantly, thinking back to the serious expression Professor Lu had earlier when looking around and not finding someone.

That night, Song Jianchu went to Professor Lu’s room to deliver items needed for the next day’s meeting. A handsome man in a bathrobe answered the door, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at him, “We meet again, Richie Rich.”

The young man had bright and gentle eyes, and his speaking manner easily evoked a favorable impression in others.

Song Jianchu was taken aback, “Hello, where’s Professor Lu?”

“I came to find him for fun, but he found me annoying and switched to ‘freeze mode,'” the young man joked in a relaxed tone, as if it were routine. He wiped his wet hair with a towel, stepped aside, and welcomed him, “Perfect timing, help me unfreeze him while you’re here.”

“…”

After helping unfreeze Professor Lu, Song Jianchu returned to the room with a look of wonder.

After the academic conference, Song Jianchu and Mu Ye went on a short trip without any plans; they went wherever they wanted.

A few years ago, when they went to see a volcano, Song Jianchu promised to let Mu Ye experience flying a plane he piloted. This promise was fulfilled during this trip.

Song Jianchu piloted a helicopter to show Mu Ye the famous snowy mountains. Mu Ye held a camera, taking pictures of him and the scenery outside to use as material for his vlogs. Since they were together, Mu Ye appeared in almost all of Song Jianchu’s vlogs, mostly filmed from the perspective of a boyfriend.

Mu Ye pointed the camera at him. “Let me introduce you, the pilot of this flight, Captain Song.”

Song Jianchu’s eyes reflected the snowy mountains and sky, his gaze calm.

“Captain Song,” Mu Ye asked, looking at the screen and casually praising, “Were you born knowing how to fly? Why are you so steady?”

Song Jianchu only smiled without replying.

Mu Ye glanced up from the camera screen, straight into the eyes of the person in front of him. The sunlight outlined Song Jianchu’s features, and he squinted slightly.

“Chu Chu,” Mu Ye suddenly said, “My heart is beating so fast.”

Song Jianchu immediately asked, “Are you scared?”

Just as he was about to decrease altitude, he heard Mu Ye’s gentle voice over the headset, accompanied by a faint electric current, saying, “As long as you’re by my side, I’m not afraid of anything.”

Song Jianchu was taken aback, feeling his heartbeat distinctly pulsing in his ears.

Mu Ye leaned back in the clear sunlight, gazing at the seemingly endless sky ahead, lazily squinting, relishing the freedom that Song Jianchu had brought him in this moment.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded through the headset.

Then came Song Jianchu’s calm and firm voice, “Alright.”

Mu Ye slowly turned his head, feeling a breeze of awakening spring in his eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, the hazy and pale mist that had been frozen on the lake’s surface all year round dissipated. The setting sun reflected golden light on the lake’s delicate ripples.

He chuckled softly, “Fly higher, Captain Song.”

Song Jianchu adjusted the altitude above the snowy mountains, thinking to himself.

Although he didn’t know the true endpoint of “forever.”

He would make it happen.

As long as he thought of this person in his heart, it felt like he could reach anywhere.

And was invincible.

-End Of The Story-

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Side Story (5) : Jealous Fox (1) 

In early April, <Don’t Be Afraid, It’s Me> officially finished its run in cinemas.

Song Jianchu’s debut film as a producer received both critical acclaim and box office success. For Song Jianchu, who was a first-time producer, this marked a huge success in his career.

Everyone believed this internet celebrity turned talented producer was about to set sail, formally entering the film industry.

However, two months later, rumors surfaced that Song Jianchu was joining the ranks of those taking the postgraduate entrance exam.

The online community, eagerly awaiting the next work from this promising producer, erupted in confusion.

[What? Why would you do this, son?]

[Alright, I’m balanced now. Turns out even wealthy people choose to take exams.]

[Why isn’t the little brother continuing to apply for graduate programs abroad? Could it be because of regret from not taking the college entrance exam?]

[Don’t speculate on the thoughts of a scholar. Sweetheart, let’s meet in the online class!]

[So, does even seeing Song’s debut involve cramming for exams? Yay!]

[Trust me, you’ll regret it. You don’t understand the misery of being an exam dog.]

…

In fact, several months earlier, Song Jianchu had already received an offer from a prestigious overseas university. Instead of choosing film production-related subjects, he decided to continue pursuing his undergraduate major.

After much consideration, he chose to stay in China to further his studies.

Although Song Jianchu didn’t explicitly tell anyone, it was widely understood that his decision was because of his significant other.

Most of Mu Ye’s work was in China, making it impossible for him to go abroad. Even if he worked hard to catch up with studies overseas, at least one or two years of separation was inevitable.

The development of certain subjects in top domestic universities was in no way inferior to those abroad. For Song Jianchu, studying was merely a means of self-enrichment; he felt no necessity to live apart from Mu Ye.

Moreover, continuing his education was Mu Ye’s suggestion.

Despite excelling in his career, Song Jianchu’s age was a factor, and Mu Ye didn’t want him to enter society too early. There was still a long time ahead to live in society, and Mu Ye valued the innocent student life as a precious life experience. He didn’t want Song Jianchu to miss out on any specific stage of growth.

At the end of December, Song Jianchu participated in the graduate entrance exam.

In March, Song Jianchu ranked first in the initial total score and entered the professional interview at B University.

In June, Song Jianchu was admitted to B University with the first-place score in the comprehensive interview and received the admission notice.

The netizens witnessed a series of trending topics, starting from the entertainment mindset of rich people taking exams, gradually losing their humor, and ending up feeling bitter.

[So someone can actually score 95 in politics? I always thought it was a made-up legend by exam prep institutions.]

[Understand now? We’re just ordinary people; it’s not about having money.]

[I’m out, this world’s impossible to navigate [waving goodbye].]

[Listen, Song Jianchu, thank you for not taking the college entrance exam back then.]

[Family, let me advise you, quickly paste the god of exams’ photo on your bedside and pray daily for good study habits [praying].]

9I have the god of exams’ school’s limited edition 1-inch photo! DM me if interested!]

[Sister upstairs! DM me!]

[Please, I really need the god of exams’ recent photo! Thanks to the kind-hearted sisters! May they have peace and prosperity in their lives!]

Exam God: “………………”

The exam God’s expression turned ugly, and he almost crushed his phone in his hand.

Why did he spare that crappy school back then?

Early in the morning, experiencing a strong mental shock, Song Jianchu’s aura was extremely low as he leaned against the headboard, contemplating how to completely destroy that photo, ensuring it never appeared anywhere on Earth again.

Mu Ye rolled over, moved his arm, and sleepily hugged him, glancing at his phone screen, almost laughing out loud.

Suddenly feeling Song Jianchu’s expression chill a few degrees, Mu Ye immediately composed himself and patted his head, “Don’t be angry; the netizens mean no harm.”

Song Jianchu: “How can I completely destroy this thing?”

Mu Ye sat up beside him, took the phone, and looked at it seriously, “Actually, I think instead of destroying it, it’s better to utilize its value reasonably.”

Song Jianchu: “?”

“Hang the photo on an NFT and auction its electronic copyright; it’s definitely worth more than those pixelated avatars.” Mu Ye hugged Song Jianchu’s shoulders and jokingly continued, “After listing it, I’ll be the first to bid. Maybe I’ll become the world’s richest man through dividends from each resale.”

“…”

“In the future, you won’t have to rely on me for retirement.” Mu Ye leaned against his shoulder, raised his head to kiss his cheek shamelessly, “Aren’t I brilliant?”

“…”

Song Jianchu’s eyes were complicated as he took back the phone.

He didn’t respond.

Mu Ye grabbed Song Jianchu’s phone, and the two inexplicably started to play-fight.

“Tsk.” Mu Ye’s pajama buttons were half undone as he sat up, rubbing the bite marks on his wrist, “Who’s this little wolf? Brother is okay with biting.”

Song Jianchu wasn’t the blushing, naïve little puppy who would listen to whatever nonsense Mu Ye said anymore. However, when Mu Ye pretended to be pitiful, he sometimes relented.

Song Jianchu hesitated, “Bitten?”

“Red.” Mu Ye looked aggrieved, showing him his wrist, “You’re so ruthless, Song Jianchu.”

Song Jianchu quickly got up to check, tossing aside the phone he had been guarding, “Let me see.”

As he leaned over, Mu Ye suddenly looked up, a slightly mischievous smile curling his lips. There was a misty allure in his eyes, and his unique gaze was captivating in the morning light.

In the moment when Song Jianchu was captivated by the beauty, Mu Ye’s warm hand firmly pulled him close by the waist.

Mu Ye smoothly got what he wanted, squinting his eyes seductively as he sensually invaded Song Jianchu’s mouth, tantalizingly entwining their tongues, stirring up the blush-inducing sound of saliva exchange.

“!!!”

Without any defenses, Song Jianchu was pulled into the sheets effortlessly by the cunning fox.

“Brother.” It had been a long time since this person had teased him to the point of blushing, and Song Jianchu’s heart was beating wildly. He turned his head slightly and moistened his lips, “No, I have to meet my advisor this afternoon.”

Lately, Mu Ye had become more and more unrestrained, and whenever he felt like it, he didn’t care about much. He skillfully reached into the bedside table and pulled out a thin plastic package, removed his shirt with one hand, and continued his masculine actions.

Pressing him down with one hand, Mu Ye gripped a corner of the package between his teeth, sensually tearing it open, using a persuasive and deceitful gaze, “Just once, won’t waste much of your time.”

Song Jianchu knew there was something fishy about trusting him.

“Brother has to go on a business trip tonight.” Mu Ye was shameless, speaking pitifully, “The youngest and cutest ‘Chu Chu’ will only get to sleep once.”

“But every day is the youngest day for me.”

Even though he knew this person was just blabbering, Song Jianchu willingly fell for it and closed his blazing eyes, obediently lying still.

Mu Ye, true to his word, reluctantly let him go close to noon.

Under the pretext of curiosity about the postgraduate reporting process, Mu Ye, acting as a half-parent, accompanied him out in the afternoon and personally drove Song Jianchu to the school.

To avoid disrupting the school’s order, both of them were completely covered, their faces shielded tightly.

Because he debuted too early, Mu Ye hardly experienced a normal college life, which was one of his biggest regrets.

Song Jianchu continuing his studies was like fulfilling a dream indirectly for him.

Escorting the top scorer to school for registration, even though no one recognized him wrapped up like a rice dumpling, Mu Ye was quite proud.

Passing by classmates discussing this year’s graduate school newcomers several times, Mu Ye suddenly stopped, wanting to “casually” take off his sunglasses.

But Song Jianchu stopped him in time.

He could only brag verbally, stopping in front of the list of new students, sighing satisfactorily to Song Jianchu, “Chu Chu, am I amazing?”

Song Jianchu: “?”

Wasn’t this a result of his own exam?

Mu Ye slightly lowered his sunglasses, his eyes ambiguous and proud, “Although I’ve never been number one since I was young, from now on, I’ll be able to sleep every day—”

Song Jianchu immediately stuffed the coffee straw into his mouth, his heart pounding, looking around regretfully, “Mr. Mu, please be quiet.”

“Umm.” Mu Ye held the straw in his mouth, gave him a faint smile, and his eyes curved beautifully at the corners.

Song Jianchu’s defensive ability had degraded again, and he started feeling his face heat up, awkwardly turning his gaze away.

When he used to be in school, getting the top spot for Song Jianchu was quite normal. Everyone in school was used to his grades, and even when he returned to his cold home, no one would praise him.

But this time during the exams, he felt an unprecedented sense of joy from start to finish.

Especially now, seeing Mu Ye being so proud, Song Jianchu couldn’t help but feel a bit self-important.

However, something unexpected happened.

Mu Ye’s good mood, from escorting the top scorer to school registration, suddenly crumbled the moment he met Song Jianchu’s advisor.

“Professor Lu, hello.” Mu Ye quickly adjusted his surprised expression and shook hands with the professor.

Professor Lu politely shook hands with him, his face expressionless, lacking the enthusiasm one would show when meeting a star, making the already awkward situation even more awkward for a few seconds.

“You should go back first,” Song Jianchu said, “You have to leave on a business trip tonight, right?”

“Um, then I’ll head back first.” Mu Ye smiled at Professor Lu, “Please take care of him in the future.”

Professor Lu nodded slightly, neither warm nor cold, “Take care.”

Mu Ye held back his desire to chat with the top scorer’s family and put on a mature and steady image of a parent.

As he left, the look he silently passed to Song Jianchu was slightly more resentful, with a hint of warning.

Song Jianchu met Mu Ye’s resentful gaze and felt an unsettling intuition, a feeling of foreboding.

Song Jianchu: “…”

It turned out his intuition hadn’t deteriorated.

That night, when Song Jianchu video chatted with Mu Ye, he faced the first wave of the jealous fox’s deliberate teasing.

Mu Ye didn’t show his face, the video paused coldly at his chin, calling him by his full name, “Song Jianchu, are you deliberately upsetting me?”

Song Jianchu was puzzled, “Upset you about what?”

The jealous fox started to make a fuss for no reason, “With so many outstanding professors at B University, why did you pick this one?”

Song Jianchu honestly said, “Because he’s the most outstanding.”

Mu Ye pursed his lips and stayed silent for two seconds, not showing his chin anymore, softly saying, “You praised him for two months. Do you really admire him that much?”

Song Jianchu was puzzled.

Praising for two months? He had simply introduced him once, hadn’t even covered half of it according to Baidu Baike.

Seeing Song Jianchu’s silence, Mu Ye continued, “So young and still looks like that, do all you academic high achievers like fellow high achievers?”

Song Jianchu was utterly bewildered. “…”

Looks like what? Where did that conclusion come from?

Mu Ye lifted the camera. “You dare to ignore me?”

Song Jianchu suppressed a smile. “Brother, you’re so strange. What’s there to be upset about?”

Mu Ye was taken aback, looking hurt. “Jianchu, are you annoyed with me?”

“…” Sensing trouble, Song Jianchu instantly tensed up, hurriedly explaining, “That’s not what I meant, I was saying—”

“Sorry, I’m being weird.” Mu Ye covered up his hurt feelings, smiled faintly, and said, “Just ignore me, sleep early, good night.”

Mu Ye ended the video call.

Song Jianchu: “…”

Now he couldn’t sleep at all.

Song Jianchu couldn’t concentrate on reading either. He lay alone in the spacious bedroom, surrounded by Mu Ye’s scent.

Staring at Mu Ye’s WeChat profile picture, Song Jianchu reflected for a moment, feeling that he shouldn’t have said that just now.

He knew Mu Ye was irrationally jealous, especially when they were apart.

He shouldn’t have told the truth.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Jianchu called back.

Mu Ye, having just arrived overseas, answered the video call with wet hair after a shower, wearing a white bathrobe, leaning against the headboard, and not saying anything.

Song Jianchu had a clear read on Mu Ye’s inner feelings now, understanding it all at a glance.

Mu Ye was waiting for him to coax.

“Brother.” Song Jianchu called out.

Mu Ye turned his gaze, still unhappy.

So childish. Was this guy really twenty-eight?

Song Jianchu lay on the pillow, biting his lip trying not to laugh, and asked, “Should I change advisors then?”

Mu Ye’s expression softened slightly, without much emotion. “Did I tell you to change advisors? Do you see me as someone who makes unreasonable demands?”

Yeah.

Song Jianchu: “No, you’re especially mature.”

Even Mu Ye didn’t believe it himself, deliberately keeping a straight face. “Now you’ve learned to lie?”

Resting his chin on his arm, Song Jianchu smiled slightly. “Really, the person I admire the most is you.”

Mu Ye had no doubt about this. After all, he was his number one fanboy.

There was finally a hint of a smile in Mu Ye’s eyes, which quickly vanished, and he said seriously, “Remember your words, even if that teacher is very impressive, you’re not allowed to admire him more than me.”

Song Jianchu was already quite adept at coaxing. “Don’t worry, that’s impossible.”

Mu Ye was quite pleased, completely coaxed, and said gently, “Study well with your advisor, aim to surpass him in the future.”

Song Jianchu breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re not angry anymore?”

“When did I ever get angry?” Mu Ye frowned. “Don’t slander me.”

“Oh.”

Both of them gazed at each other through the screen for a few seconds, missing each other in their hearts.

Mu Ye reluctantly said, “Sleep early, there are classes tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Song Jianchu replied, “You too.”

They bid each other goodnight and ended the video call.

Turning over and lying down, Song Jianchu found the situation quite funny but then felt an emptiness inside.

Mu Ye wasn’t home often, but today felt particularly strange without him.

He went out to fetch Wait and Mint, about to turn off the lights to sleep, when his phone screen suddenly lit up.

[MY: If you miss me, check under the pillow. Left a gift for you.]

[MY: Goodnight ♥]

Curious, Song Jianchu flipped open his own pillow but found nothing.

He then lifted Mu Ye’s pillow.

His gaze froze, and Song Jianchu’s eyes lit up as he slowly reached for something under the pillow.

It was a Mu Ye merchandise doll.

Song Jianchu sniffed it near his nose, recognizing the familiar scent.

Song Jianchu calmly stared at the doll in his hand, thinking Mu Ye was indeed childish.

He wouldn’t keep such a girlish toy by his bedside.

Moreover, Pei Shinian was supposed to come to wake him up for their morning run tomorrow, afraid that if he saw it, he’d be teased for a year.

Song Jianchu put the doll into the bedside drawer, hugged Wait, turned off the light, and lay down.

Fifteen minutes later, the lamp by the bedside lit up again.

Wait lay on the bed, squinting, watching his master sneakily take out something good from the bedside drawer, bury it deep under the covers, and lie down calmly.

He lay down peacefully too.

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Side Story (4) : Pei Shinian x Jing Si (7) 

The car’s interior was warmed by the heater. The slow, intertwined breaths became heavier and faster, and the friction between two winter men’s coats in the quiet car produced a faint, distinct sound.

It felt as though they had fallen under an evil spell.

When the mind cooled down, all the senses returned.

Jing Si’s face was extremely close, his palm pressed against the car window, using his arm to confine Pei Shinian to the narrow space between the car door and the seat.

Pei Shinian symbolically raised his hand to resist, but he didn’t exert much force, insufficient to stop the dangerously close approach.

Cool lips pressed against his.

Silently, gently pressing for two seconds, softly sucking his lower lip.

Pei Shinian, at his wit’s end, grabbed Jing Si’s coat, closing his eyes.

No, stop.

Pei Shinian hadn’t given up on himself yet; there was intense inner turmoil.

He was being led by the nose again.

How many times was this already?

He still needed to date a girlfriend. What was going on, always enjoying kissing guys?

The man’s kiss was very assertive, unlike the soft fragrance of a girl. For instance, when Jing Si kissed, he liked touching Pei Shinian’s neck and chin, exerting control over the other’s hand movements, a manifestation of a male instinct to possess.

Of course, this was only Pei Shinian’s imagined distinction; he hadn’t kissed a girl before.

Jing Si’s kissing technique progressed rapidly, and Pei Shinian was quickly overwhelmed, floating in the hormonal intimacy exchange. Following instinct, he tugged at Jing Si’s collar to give a slight response and touched the other’s tongue.

Almost instantly, he received a forceful response.

Beneath the man’s cold exterior was an almost greedy aggressiveness.

This person was undoubtedly experienced.

Suddenly, an unpleasant thought popped into Pei Shinian’s mind.

Catching sight of someone coming out from the restaurant entrance, Pei Shinian pushed Jing Si away.

In the shadow, he quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and put on his hat before swiftly opening the door and getting out of the car.

Jing Si guessed that Pei Shinian would continue to avoid him, but he hadn’t expected him to vanish completely this time.

For a whole month, he hadn’t seen anyone again.

Jing Si was never one to persistently bother others.

Having found the answer, he wouldn’t go and harass the other person anymore.

Later, there were a few times when he was troubled by sudden intense negative emotions late at night, and he carefully pondered the reasons behind it.

Just as Pei Shinian had said, their relationship was unequal. At best, Pei Shinian had only a vague feeling for him, a feeling that wasn’t worth risking a huge forbidden adventure in his life.

As an expert dealing with stories every day, Jing Si could foresee various outcomes of events in advance, clearly understanding the psychology and motives of each character at every stage.

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Side Story (4) : Pei Shinian x Jing Si (6) 

Pei Shinian went home and immediately rushed into the bathroom, drenching himself in cold water.

It took him a long time to calm down.

As a healthy and normal functioning man, not having a reaction was abnormal.

He turned off his phone, quickly booted up his computer, and played a PC game after a long time, trying hard to divert his attention.

Pei Shinian had no bias against homosexuality, considering all his best friends were gay.

But since childhood, he had been sure that he only liked girls.

When he saw a cute girl, he would feel the same flutter as any normal guy and would even fantasize about his future wife. He even seriously considered how many children he’d want in the future.

Pei Shinian loved children; he didn’t have grand dreams, but he hoped to become a handsome and reliable father in the future, to grow strong and ensure his wife and children lived carefree under his protection.

After that day, Jing Si contacted Pei Shinian several times.

A certain reality-avoiding straight guy started a guerrilla war with him, not replying to messages and running away from meetings.

In early December, only one month left before the movie premiere.

After finishing promotional activities with two leading actors, Song Jianchu, with nothing much to do that night, asked Mu Ye to join Pei Shinian for dinner.

Lu Shen and Bai Xingyu had been arguing again recently and couldn’t be invited out.

“What are they arguing about this time?” Pei Shinian poured a drink for Mu Ye, sighing, “They’ve been together for so many years, why are they still acting like newlyweds?”

Mu Ye had a headache for his two friends, “This time it’s serious, they’re living separately.”

“I saw Brother Lu moving out yesterday,” Song Jianchu paused, saying, “He seemed a bit hurt.”

“That’s not good, they shouldn’t divorce,” Pei Shinian clicked his tongue, “Are we only going to have gatherings with the four of us in the future? Can’t call Brother Lu, can’t call Brother Xing.”

Even with the best of friends, it wasn’t good to meddle in relationship matters.

There was a moment of silence in the private room.

Pei Shinian set down his glass, shaking his head, “If they divorce, I won’t believe in love anymore.”

Pei Shinian added in his mind, the love between men.

Mu Ye glanced at him, smiling, “Isn’t our relationship with Chu Chu and me setting an example for you?”

“You guys are still in the early stages,” Pei Shinian said, “They are the ultimate test of love.”

Song Jianchu picked up his phone to reply to a WeChat message, then looked up, “Can I invite one more person?”

“Who?” Mu Ye looked over.

“Director Jing,” Song Jianchu said, “He happens to be nearby, and I want to invite him over.”

“Sure, I’d like to meet him too,” Mu Ye said.

Pei Shinian was about to pick up some peanuts when the chopsticks shook, causing the peanuts to fall on the ground.

“Uh, well,” he hurriedly put on his hat, grabbed his coat, and stood up, “I have something urgent, I’ll leave now.”

The two looked at him in confusion.

“So late, what’s the matter?” Mu Ye intended to use this opportunity to mend their relationship, persuading, “Stay until we finish, Director Jing will be here soon.”

Pei Shinian walked to the door, nervously peeked outside, and quickly said, “No, I really have something. We’ll meet another time.”

“…”

Just as he stepped out of the door, Pei Shinian collided head-on with the person getting out of the car.

Jing Si, dressed in casual dark clothing, didn’t notice him but spotted his conspicuous sports car, glanced in that direction.

Pei Shinian cursed inwardly, regretting driving such a conspicuous car.

He lowered his cap, turned in another direction, naturally walked towards the opposite parking spot, and crouched behind a car, leaning against its side, planning to wait until Jing Si entered before driving away.

The restaurant was owned by industry insiders, so there were usually many artists there. A female star recognized Jing Si at the entrance.

As a young and talented director, Jing Si was an ideal collaborator for many actors in the industry.

“Director Jing, long time no see,” the female star warmly greeted him, “What a coincidence, are you also dining here?”

Jing Si maintained his indifferent demeanor, “Yes.”

The female star asked, “Are you meeting someone?”

“Yes.”

Pei Shinian felt embarrassed for the girl; he had never seen someone so bad at chatting.

As expected, the female star couldn’t continue the conversation and awkwardly smiled, “I really like your work. If it’s okay, can I add you on WeChat?”

“Sorry, it’s not very convenient.”

“Ha-ha, then I won’t bother you.”

Listening to the steady footsteps entering the restaurant, Pei Shinian breathed a sigh of relief, patted off the dust from his clothes, and stood up.

He turned around lightly.

The person who should have already entered was standing right behind him, looking at him expressionlessly.

“…”

Pei Shinian stood frozen in place, awkwardly meeting the not-so-pleasant deep brown eyes.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and he felt his hair stand on end under the intense stare.

Suppressing the urge to run, Pei Shinian smiled and friendly gestured, pointing the way, “It’s Song Jianchu who asked you to come, turn left into the innermost private room. Hurry in; he and my brother are waiting for you. I have something to attend to—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold hand firmly grabbed his wrist.

Jing Si pushed him into the car and slammed the door shut with a bang.

His gloomy and indifferent expression resembled that of a cold-blooded professional assassin.

“What do you want again?” The slight friendliness vanished from Pei Shinian’s face, replaced by annoyance and a threat, “I’m warning you, if you dare to mess around again today, I won’t be polite.”

Jing Si drove the car out of the parking lot, denying the cowardly straight man any chance of escape this time.

“You park this car for me!”

Seeing the car heading onto the highway, Pei Shinian panicked.

D*mn, is this lunatic going to eliminate him if he can’t have him?

The excessively calm and silent demeanor of the person beside him made Pei Shinian not doubt this possibility at all. He reached for his phone, ready to call the police at any moment.

Pei Shinian was extremely speechless, wondering why he had attracted the attention of such a psychologically deranged gay guy.

“Brother, please let me go.” Not daring to provoke further, Pei Shinian attempted a friendly negotiation, “I just want to be a normal straight guy. There are so many good men in the world, why are you fixated on me?”

“Okay, I’ll be honest with you.” Pei Shinian tried to self-deprecate, “I’m really not a good person. I’ve been a bad kid since childhood, skipping classes, getting into fights, and doing all sorts of bad things. I’m even a jerk; I like one pretty girl after another, just avoiding commitment. Otherwise, why would I still be single?”

“What do you like about me? If you say it, can’t I change?”

“Brother, calm down. I just want to be your friend. Wasn’t it enjoyable when we used to play games together?”

Jing Si remained silent, not uttering a word in response to Pei Shinian’s constant talking.

Eventually, Pei Shinian also stopped talking. He acted lazy, slouching in the passenger seat, “I’ll sleep. Wake me up when we get there.”

Only then did Jing Si make a slight movement, turning his head slightly to glance beside him.

Pei Shinian hugged his arms, pulled down his cap, and closed his eyes nonchalantly.

Jing Si retracted his gaze, frowning.

When Pei Shinian woke up from a nap, he found the car had returned to the city and parked at the same restaurant.

Is this guy really insane?

Did he drag him out just for a walk?

Jing Si unlocked the car door and released his grip on the steering wheel.

Pei Shinian cautiously observed for a while, then unfastened his seatbelt.

He tentatively placed his hand on the car door; Jing Si didn’t stop him, just quietly leaned back in his seat, gazing outside, lost in thought.

After some consideration, Pei Shinian’s hand fell back down.

He sighed in self-abandonment, took off his cap, and ruffled his hair, “Brother Jing, can you just consider me cowardly? I’m already a waste. I admit, I do have some feelings for you… maybe even a little bit of affection.”

Jing Si turned his head slowly.

“I’ve also thought a lot during this time.” Pei Shinian didn’t dare to meet his gaze, his ears turning red. He lowered his head, looking at the cap in his hand, “I still can’t accept it.”

“Can’t accept what?” Jing Si asked.

Pei Shinian turned his head away, looking awkwardly out the window, “I don’t want to sleep with men, nor do I want men to sleep with me.”

Jing Si silently watched him for a few seconds, “You’ve been avoiding me all this time just because of this?”

“Yes, I can’t accept it, even the thought makes me uncomfortable.” Pei Shinian turned back to face Jing Si but quickly averted his gaze, “So, let’s just forget about it.”

Hearing the reason he was being avoided and blocked, Jing Si was speechless and didn’t know what to say.

He remained silent for a while, then said, “You can still be in a relationship without a sexual life.”

“Please stop joking.” Pei Shinian found it even harder to accept, looking incredulously at Jing Si, “Are we talking about Platonic love? I’m not that noble. Why force yourself into a spiritual relationship when you can have one with a physical aspect?”

“Give it a try.” Jing Si said, “If you really find it meaningless, you can opt-out anytime.”

“Try again? I’m not a guinea pig.” Pei Shinian chuckled, “Jing brother, let’s just forget it. Trust me, you’ll definitely meet someone more suitable for you in the future. I’m just passing through.”

Jing Si grabbed his hand, his tone calm yet firm, “But I don’t want you to be just passing through.”

Pei Shinian’s heart skipped a beat, staring blankly at the hand that was being held.

An indescribable sensation, like an invisible fire, burned and spread from his fingertips, scorching hot until it reached his chest.

It was too intense to escape.

He had never experienced this with any girl before. In his twenty-odd years of life, he had never been so frequently scared.

He was genuinely scared.

Scared of an out-of-control life and an out-of-control self.

Actually, Pei Shinian had realized it when he wanted to visit someone at the hospital that day.

He was done for.

Closing his eyes, Pei Shinian’s Adam’s apple trembled as he swallowed hard, his gaze hesitating and wavering.

There’s still time.

Pei Shinian, run quickly.

“Pei Shinian.” The man’s deep and slow voice was like a devil’s whisper, “I like you.”

D*mn.

---

Side Story (4) : Pei Shinian x Jing Si (5) 

Pei Shinian was asked and was left dumbfounded.

It was just a simple question, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to answer.

He couldn’t say “yes,” nor could he say “no.”

He just felt like any response he gave wouldn’t be right.

Perhaps it was because right now, he was still in a daze.

From Pei Shinian’s prolonged confusion and silence, Jing Si seemed to have gotten an answer.

He gently furrowed his brow and broke the silence, “I’m sorry. If you need me to, I can apologize to you.”

Pei Shinian was at a loss, his lips moved, but he still didn’t know what to say.

He had actually been in an online relationship with Jing Si.

It was too embarrassing.

This was definitely the first time in his life he felt socially dead.

Right now, he just wanted to find a rat hole nearby and bury himself in it.

Jing Si also seemed to find it absurd, slightly curling his lips, he said, “I didn’t expect you to have such thoughts about her, nor did I expect you to be this foolish.”

“?”

The embarrassment and confusion in Pei Shinian’s eyes faded away, replaced by a look of bewilderment.

How did an apology turn into an insult?

“Is there anything else?” Jing Si glanced at his watch, clearly being dismissive, “My family is waiting; I have to go back.”

Pei Shinian nodded absently.

After this major misunderstanding, Pei Shinian felt somewhat embarrassed, and his attitude became much milder.

He looked back at the secluded road at the alley’s entrance. He immediately hopped on the bike, “It’s not safe to get a cab, and the road is pretty dark. Let me drop you off.”

“You don’t have to trouble yourself; I’m not a girl.” Jing Si didn’t look at him and walked straight out.

Pei Shinian: “…”

Watching that cold and distant figure disappear at the corner of the street, Pei Shinian lowered his head on the bike, covering his face. He roughly rubbed his hair a couple of times, “D*mn it…”

Remembering Song Jianchu’s instructions, Pei Shinian took out his phone.

He opened Weibo and indeed saw the official announcement of Qin Fang and Kun Yuan’an.

Pei Shinian closed his eyes.

He had been fantasizing about his good friend’s wife for over a month.

What a mess.

Feeling extremely embarrassed, Pei Shinian’s scalp tingled. He almost reflexively forwarded blessings.

Half an hour later,

After returning home and changing into pajamas, Pei Shinian logged into a game and found that after he and Jing Si added each other on WeChat, he and inHeaven were indeed listed as friends in the game.

J…Jing.

Unbelievable, it was so obvious, why didn’t he think of it then?

Pei Shinian thought for a moment and clicked into Jing Si’s Moments for the first time.

The most recent post was from a week ago, showing a victory screenshot saying “A great night for chicken dinner.”

It was also the only non-work-related post by this director.

Pei Shinian only needed one glance at the victory to remember.

That night, they had an unspoken understanding. They were on a lucky streak, winning more than a dozen rounds in a row. The excitement and thrill that night were more stimulating than when he first skipped class with his friends to play games at an internet cafe.

He seemed to have even pestered someone to wear “matching outfits” with him that night…

The memory was torturous.

Pei Shinian’s face burned with shame. He quickly exited Jing Si’s Moments, covering his eyes with his hand for a moment.

Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling for five minutes in a daze, Pei Shinian impulsively picked up his phone again and re-entered Jing Si’s Moments.

“?”

Pei Shinian was taken aback, slowly sitting up from the bed and refreshing the page several times.

The game screenshot had been deleted.

The director’s Moments had reverted to mundane work-related updates.

“…”

Pei Shinian was stunned for a good dozen seconds.

A sudden sense of heartache struck him.

Suddenly, the solitary figure of Jing Si walking out of the alley appeared in his mind.

Normally, except for being aloof, Jing Si rarely displayed obvious emotions. But the back view just now, he wondered if it was just his imagination.

It seemed.

A little desolate.

Pei Shinian was stunned, lowering his gaze.

Looking at the relatively dull Moments compared to what ordinary young people shared, Pei Shinian belatedly realized something was off.

Could it be that Jing Si… actually likes him?

–

Jing Si didn’t return to the restaurant.

He flagged down a taxi at the intersection and went straight home.

The night’s lights were divided by the car window into a dim side, and Jing Si’s face was obscured in the dimness.

His features were rugged and sharp, especially when he had no expression. The taxi driver, who usually liked to chat, stayed silent after catching a glimpse of that handsome face in the rearview mirror, not daring to initiate a conversation.

After taking a cold shower at home, Jing Si casually wrapped himself in a gray bathrobe and went into the pet room.

Compared to furry cats and dogs, Jing Si preferred cold-blooded animals.

He raised seven geckos, all extremely rare domestic breeds, with an inestimable value.

Each one was hatched by him from the egg stage.

The care and breeding of geckos required immense patience and effort.

Because artificially raised geckos were abnormally fragile, anything from inappropriate humidity and temperature in their enclosure, dissatisfaction with their environmental conditions, loud noises, bright lights, being startled, bad moods, or even inexplicable circumstances could result in the sudden death of the gecko.

Geckos frequently shed their skin, sometimes needing human assistance to prevent skin blockage.

Jing Si opened the enclosure and gently took out a gecko that needed help shedding. He softened the skin in water at the specified temperature and carefully assisted the gecko in shedding, starting from its mouth, under a desk lamp, using tweezers.

Shedding was comfortable, the small gecko lay obediently in the man’s broad palm, happily wagging its tail, thoroughly enjoying the gentle and meticulous care.

After peeling off the last piece of skin from the claw, Jing Si put down the tweezers and touched the gecko’s head with his thumb.

The gecko comfortably opened its mouth, revealing a soft, heart-shaped, pink tongue.

After the gecko, with its renewed color after shedding, was placed back in the enclosure, and each gecko was fed, Jing Si didn’t linger. He turned off the lights and left the pet room.

Jing Si liked quietness, spending most of his private time alone. Even his best friends couldn’t get him to go out when he didn’t want to. He lived alone all year round, not residing with his parents, occasionally visiting them for a few days.

The day he accidentally turned on his microphone was at his parents’ house.

From childhood to adulthood, he was an exemplary child in others’ eyes, excelling in academics and having no bad habits. His family was well-off, yet he never took a penny from them for his studies abroad. His greatest hobby was his current job, and during his studies, he relied solely on income from commercial shoots, establishing a solid reputation in the industry based solely on word of mouth without any hype.

The most impulsive thing he’d ever done was that rude and offensive kiss that day.

Even he couldn’t explain why he did something so out of character at that time.

After lazily sitting on the couch for a while, he took out his phone from his coat pocket, calmly deleted that out-of-place post without much thought.

Afterward, he left his phone and went to his studio to sketch storyboards, trying to distract himself with work as usual.

This time, however, it didn’t quite work.

After a few casual strokes, he furrowed his brow, put down the pencil, and closed his eyes in frustration.

He didn’t know where the seeds were planted.

Those uncontrollable thoughts seemed like an enormous tree, deeply rooted in his heart, growing wildly.

When he received the invitation to return home, it was the first time he met the top idol he needed to collaborate with in person.

At first, he just found the person familiar.

Later, upon seeing the unconscious gestures of the other person, he remembered it was the junior from high school he had reprimanded a few times for breaking rules.

The junior looked unchanged from those high school days, but because the first impression was of a truant student, Jing Si did have some bias against this collaboration partner.

His impression changed in an unexpected encounter later on.

Initially planning to decline the collaboration invitation, he unexpectedly saw the idol again at a club while discussing matters. An elderly cleaner accidentally spilled dirty water on Pei Shinian’s clothes. Seeing a big star, the cleaner immediately apologized. The coat was worth more than a year’s salary for the old man, but Pei Shinian calmly lied, claiming he spilled it himself.

Jing Si didn’t think much of it at the time, just thinking this person had decent acting skills and wasn’t entirely unusable.

This chance encounter led to an unstoppable change.

He kept witnessing similar incidents.

On the first day of filming, he saw a top-tier artist sitting idly on the side of the set like an unemployed person. A child lost the pocket money given by the parent and was crying frantically. Pei Shinian managed to fish out some cash from his pocket, lying that he found it nearby.

A new assistant got Pei Shinian’s favorite coffee flavor wrong, which was considered a “serious mistake” in the circle around the top artist. The girl was frightened and about to be scolded by the manager, but Pei Shinian lied, saying it was his order.

This person seemed to have no arrogance or pretense of being a top-tier artist. During breaks, he could be seen chatting with extras in the crew and often seen feeding stray cats and dogs at the filming locations with a few makeup artists. There seemed to be no one in the crew who didn’t like Pei Shinian, even the aunties cooking for the crew were fond of him, treating him specially like their own son, offering him delicacies daily.

Jing Si just found it fascinating.

He had never seen anyone so carefree and unpretentious, nor someone so consistent in character.

At times, he seemed like the embodiment of justice, like a wandering hero hidden in the mortal world.

He even became interested in filming a behind-the-scenes documentary of Pei Shinian’s life on the set.

It was really interesting.

By the time he habitually looked for that active figure, Jing Si suddenly became alert. His frequency of attention towards this person had far exceeded the normal range.

So much so that after the movie finished shooting, for a long time, he found his usual life surprisingly dull.

Until one day, in the game, he saw that late-night online gaming enthusiast, and it was then he realized he had involuntarily sent a team invitation.

…

Exhaling deeply, Jing Si pressed his forehead and concentrated, picking up the pencil again.

–

Pei Shinian had never truly experienced heartbreak.

But recently, his feelings were all very strange, as if something was off everywhere.

After finishing work at night and returning home, he’d habitually log in to the game, just to see if that person was online. Every time he saw that dimly lit couple’s nickname, he’d suddenly feel low, as if he’d actually gone through a breakup.

After that day, Jing Si never logged into the game again.

This led Pei Shinian to feel guilty about Jing Si.

Pei Shinian began reflecting on himself.

Was he considered mistreating the other person? Should he invite Jing Si to dinner and formally apologize?

In the end, Pei Shinian chose to avoid it.

After being so independent for so many years, this time, Pei Shinian admitted defeat.

He genuinely didn’t know how to face this bizarre online dating partner.

He felt he couldn’t and wouldn’t bend; he still liked girls. He couldn’t imagine being in a romantic relationship with a man or doing those kinds of things with a man.

The consequence of avoiding was the torment of self-guilt.

For a whole week of extreme emotional lows, Pei Shinian’s dark circles couldn’t be covered up by the makeup artist.

Qin Fang, seeing him self-reproach, consoled him, “Sorry, brother. Did we stimulate you, me and Yuan’an?”

Several days of severe insomnia, Pei Shinian, sitting half-lifelessly in front of the makeup mirror, seriously thought about it and nodded, “Maybe.”

Yeah.

“He must be feeling so bad because he got ‘dumped‘ by his goddess.”

“Where’s your ambiguous companion?” Qin Fang, curious, asked: “You were about to have a girlfriend, it shouldn’t make you this upset, even if I annoy you.”

Pei Shinian had another heartache, expressionless: “Don’t ask, it’s off.”

“Alright… sigh, how many people have I offended by engaging in a romance?” Qin Fang sat down on the nearby chair and sighed: “Director Jing isn’t coming today.”

Pei Shinian paused, hesitantly asking, “Wasn’t there an interview today?”

“Said he has a severe cold,” Qin Fang said, “How could he possibly catch a cold with his physique? He definitely just doesn’t want to see me.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Pei Shinian picked up his phone from the table and opened the chat with Jing Si.

Their conversation was still at the last death threat.

After several revisions, Pei Shinian changed the initial inquiry about the illness into a complaint before sending it out calmly.

[Pei Shinian: The director isn’t cooperating with promotion, worrying about the box office.]

Staring at the screen for a few minutes, it remained ice cold.

No reply.

D*mn.

He couldn’t even respond to work-related matters?

Even when he didn’t use a microphone in the game, he always replied instantly.

Pei Shinian suddenly felt he made a mistake. Even if it was his mistake, hadn’t he helped Jing Si many times in the game? This was the bottom line of friendship between men.

Why was this grown man so petty?

Ignoring his own frustration and dissatisfaction, Pei Shinian tossed the phone aside.

If he spoke up again, he’d be acting like a dog.

Five minutes later, Pei Shinian picked up his phone again, subconsciously looking around. As if afraid of being discovered, he quickly typed: [You’re sick? Heard it’s a cold? Did you go to the hospital?]

After sending, Pei Shinian thought, I’ve already taken the initiative, not replying would be too much.

This time, he received a response.

[J: Mm.]

Looking at this familiar single word, Pei Shinian’s week-long frustration inexplicably eased.

His face brightened a bit, unconsciously raising the corners of his mouth, thinking it was alright like this.

Even though he was straight, he had invested so many days in this. Finding an opportunity to talk things through and being friends afterward would be quite nice.

[Pei Shinian: Is it serious?]

[J: Mm.]

Pei Shinian clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling a bit restless, furrowing his brow.

[Pei Shinian: Which hospital?]

Perhaps because he added one more character, Jing Si took a few seconds longer to reply this time.

[J: Need something?]

The staff notified him to go on stage, leaving Pei Shinian no time to think much. He hastily replied: [Send address.]

Jing Si, wearing a mask, was alone getting an IV at the hospital. He hesitated for a moment before sending the hospital’s address.

He hadn’t caught a cold for many years. He found himself having a severe one when he woke up that morning and, afraid it would affect more work, had to come for an IV.

With a high fever and dizziness, Jing Si didn’t have much energy.

Nor did he dare to have any expectations.

Two hours later, Pei Shinian, wearing sunglasses sneakily, appeared at the entrance of the IV room. A flicker of surprise passed through Jing Si’s eyes.

After finishing the interview, Pei Shinian immediately drove to the hospital and bought two bowls of congee on the way.

The IV room had only a few elderly people who didn’t recognize the two celebrities.

Carrying the takeout, Pei Shinian walked over and saw someone visibly lacking energy in the seat, pretending to be disgusted: “Why are you so useless? You’re even stronger than me, all that exercising for nothing.”

Jing Si looked at the person in front of him, unable to figure out their intentions, silent for a few seconds. “Mm.”

Pei Shinian laughed hearing this, as if he had seen the teammate from the game who only knew how to type jump into reality. He put down the takeout and sat beside him: “You’ve mastered the art of thriftiness with words. Director Jing, with this kind of communication skill, you’ll end up with no friends.”

Jing Si’s eyes softened a bit due to his illness, and his gaze became gentler. He slightly turned his head, staring at him without blinking: “Originally, I didn’t have many.”

Pei Shinian sighed helplessly: “How am I supposed to respond to that?”

Jing Si’s eyes carried a faint smile: “You don’t have to.”

“Okay.” Pei Shinian opened the takeout on the small table between them, “Keep me company eating something; I didn’t have breakfast this morning, starving.”

Actually, he had a McDonald’s breakfast for two.

Raising an eyebrow, Jing Si said, “Aren’t your managers handling this?”

“He wishes I’d eat less,” Pei Shinian said while spoon-feeding Jing Si, jokingly, “Afraid I’d get too fat and not look good in front of the camera.”

“No need to diet,” Jing Si frowned, speaking hoarsely, “This is just right.”

“You don’t have to strain your voice, continue being thrifty with words.” Pei Shinian raised his chin, “Hurry up and finish the congee.”

After finishing eating, Pei Shinian didn’t leave but sat beside, playing games with headphones on to avoid any awkwardness in conversation.

After the IV, Pei Shinian and Jing Si went down to the underground parking lot together, neither breaking the harmonious surface.

Pei Shinian looked at Jing Si’s car, “Can you still drive?”

Observing Pei Shinian’s eyes, Jing Si pondered if he could.

Before he could speak, Pei Shinian tugged at his coat sleeve, heading towards his own car, “Forget it, I won’t cause trouble for the traffic police. Get in my car, I’ll take you.”

Jing Si narrowed his eyes slightly and followed slowly.

Arriving at the building’s entrance, Jing Si didn’t rush to get out, inviting naturally, “Come up? Sit for a while.”

Pei Shinian hesitated, looking up, “You live alone?”

“Mm.”

Pei Shinian thought for a moment, “Is there anything interesting? If not, I won’t go.”

He wasn’t interested in the house of a solitary man.

Jing Si chuckled softly, “Yes.”

Pei Shinian looked skeptical, “My definition of fun is quite particular.”

Jing Si took out his phone and showed a few pictures, “I’ve been raising several mantises.”

Pei Shinian took a glance and immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, “Let’s go, let’s go.”

For the first time at someone else’s home, Pei Shinian didn’t feel constrained. After a brief tour, listening to the sound of water, he went to the kitchen, “I didn’t see much. Are you trying to deceive me?”

Jing Si took off his coat, wearing a dark gray knitted sweater underneath, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, handed him a teacup, and leisurely said, “Sit first, I’ll show you later.”

Pei Shinian narrowed his eyes, “There were no mantises at all, right? I have a friend who specializes in breeding mantises, and I haven’t seen those species at his place.”

Jing Si took a sip of tea, in the mist of the hot vapor, lowered his eyes, then suddenly asked, “Why did you come to the hospital to see me?”

Pei Shinian was taken aback by the question, awkwardly averted his gaze, finding a random excuse, “This is my movie premiere. If the director had an accident, it wouldn’t be auspicious.”

“Pei Shinian,” Jing Si leaned against the white kitchen counter, holding the teacup against his arms, gazing at him intently, “You also know I’m gay. Have you ever considered that your actions might make me think a lot?”

Since he couldn’t avoid it, Pei Shinian felt he should be open. He faced Jing Si, looking serious, “I know, but I genuinely didn’t mean anything else. Actually, these past few days, I’ve been thinking of apologizing to you formally. After all, it was my misunderstanding that caused you to misinterpret. I’m sorry, Director Jing.”

Jing Si listened attentively, shaking his head, “I’m sorry, I don’t accept this apology.”

“?”

After a moment, Pei Shinian could also understand.

Indeed, feelings were the most challenging to compensate for, and he hadn’t expected an apology to fix everything.

“So how do you want me to compensate you?” Pei Shinian said earnestly, “Just say it, I’ll try to satisfy you.”

Jing Si looked at him quietly and suddenly asked, “Are you sure you don’t like me at all?”

“Sure,” Pei Shinian hesitated for not a moment, “It’s not about you. I just don’t feel anything for guys.”

“Why not give it a try?”

Pei Shinian didn’t feel repulsed now and was very honest, “I’ve tried it before. I really didn’t feel anything.”

Jing Si set down the teacup on the countertop, took the cup from his hand, and asked, “Would you dare to try again?”

Pei Shinian was shocked.

How the hell was he supposed to try?

Was he going to act all innocent? Did he look so naive to be fooled?

“Are you trying to take advantage of me again?” Pei Shinian took a step back, raising his hand defensively, “Save these tactics for someone else.”

Jing Si said very seriously, “If this time you don’t feel anything, I won’t think about you anymore.”

Pei Shinian hesitated unexpectedly.

He moved his gaze slightly away, staring at the two teacups, and reconsidered.

He had been tortured by guilt these days. Today, when he came to resolve things, he had to, or else he might lose sleep in the future.

D*mn it, kissing once was still kissing, kissing twice was still kissing. As a straight guy, why was he being such a coward?

Jing Si cautiously leaned closer.

For a moment, Pei Shinian stiffened, closed his eyes firmly, convincing himself it was just a peck on the cheek.

The moment his lips felt the soft touch, Pei Shinian’s fingers trembled, and it felt like an explosion in his mind.

As the warm fingers holding the teacup touched his neck, the hand gently lifted his chin.

Pei Shinian grabbed that wrist, feeling the rapid pulse.

He held his breath, enduring the gradually deepening kiss, but his heartbeat was becoming uncontrollably intense. Unlike the previous impulsive kiss, Jing Si’s kiss this time was gentle yet forceful.

He was pushed backward until he had no way out, leaning against the refrigerator, and was then pushed onto the sofa amid the intertwined hot breaths and increasingly passionate kisses.

During the process, Pei Shinian felt increasingly uneasy.

With a sudden panic in his heartbeat, he abruptly opened his eyes, immediately pushing the person hovering above him away.

Jing Si retreated slightly, breathing a bit heavily, eyes reddening. He slightly smirked, looking down, “No feeling?”

“!!!”

Pei Shinian’s face turned red in an instant.

This was unexpected, absolutely unexpected.

Pushing the person away abruptly, Pei Shinian stood up with a bright red face, grabbed the fallen coat sleeve, turned around, and was about to leave.

Jing Si grabbed the hat of the cowardly guy’s coat and pulled it back, “Don’t go out and embarrass yourself.”

Pulled back, Pei Shinian subconsciously glanced at him.

The guy who was actually gay seemed a lot calmer.

The straight guy, embarrassed, said angrily, “That didn’t count just now!”

Jing Si nodded understandingly, “Want to try again?”

“Try my ass!” Pei Shinian resisted the urge to punch someone, fumed in anger and helplessness, “I’m telling you, not just in this life, even in the next life and the one after that, I’ll still be a straight guy!”

“Okay.”

“Yeah, right!” Pei Shinian found his calm demeanor irritating, “Where are the mantises? You tricked me into your home with your deceitful ways, you perverted bastard. If you can’t produce exactly what’s in those pictures, I’ll make you regret it!”

Jing Si, suppressing a laugh, didn’t dare to laugh too blatantly, continued to stroke the straight guy’s fur, “I didn’t deceive you. Let me show you, wait.”

With Jing Si going into the pet room, Pei Shinian slipped away.

What the hell was he even looking at?

Frantically pressing the elevator buttons, Pei Shinian’s heart pounded, feeling dizzy.

Impossible.

He couldn’t possibly like men.

It was all that despicable perverted guy’s trick!

Pretending to be gentle and coaxing him.

Jing Si was just a scumbag!

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Side Story (4) : Pei Shinian x Jing Si (4) 

Pei Shinian has fallen deeply in love, with the goddess in disguise.

Pei Shinian never denied that he was superficially attracted.

Which man isn’t superficially attracted? If a man claims he isn’t, then he’s definitely not sincere.

Actually, before truly interacting with the goddess in the game, Pei Shinian was simply attracted by Kun Yuan’s looks. His aesthetics had always been stable, following the standards of a typical homebody; girls with sweet faces and contrasting figures had an irresistible appeal to him.

But now, Pei Shinian doesn’t need to see the goddess’s face or even hear her voice to feel it clearly—

He’s completely captivated.

The game that once consumed him with its thrills and victorious feelings has now become a mere tool for romance.

As Pei Shinian’s best friend, Qin Fang, he’s clearly noticed the recent changes in his brother’s overall demeanor.

After attending a movie promotion event together, Qin Fang curiously observed the person who was happily holding his phone, involuntarily smiling, and teasing, “Brother, your spiritual life seems pretty good lately. Which goddess has enchanted you like this?”

Pei Shinian’s smile grew wider. Suppressing the desire to boast about his future girlfriend, he discreetly replied, “You also know her.”

“I know her?” Qin Fang guessed, “Also in the industry?”

“Don’t ask,” Pei Shinian thought, envious but holding back, and raised his eyebrows, “Wait till it’s official, and I’ll give you a surprise then.”

“Not to hide it from you, I have a surprise too.” Qin Fang looked pleased, mysteriously smiling, “It’s not the right time yet. Wait a while, and I’ll bring my girlfriend out for you to meet.”

Who cares about your girlfriend.

After sending a few newly released skin gift packages to his online lover, Pei Shinian slung his arm around Qin Fang, feeling cheerful. “Got plans tonight? Let’s go to your place, have a drink?”

“Let’s talk about it later.” Qin Fang, rarely refusing his brother, said with a smile, “My girlfriend is staying at my place these days.”

“…”

Suddenly, Pei Shinian fell silent.

Although he’s quite happy every day now, underground relationships can’t see the light, and no man would be content with that.

Moreover, his Kun Yuan is still with that scumbag. Pei Shinian is caught in the repeated cycle of the joy of love and the pain of not knowing how to reveal the truth.

The longer it drags on, the more Kun Yuan will be hurt.

But in this complicated situation, he really doesn’t know what to do.

Returning home that night, Pei Shinian logged into the game and found Kun Yuan wasn’t online.

With damp hair wrapped in a towel, he curled up on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, and opened Kun Yuan’s friend circle.

He saw a photo of hands clasping with rings.

[Kun Yuan: Taking my boyfriend to meet my parents. Feeling so nervous!]

Pei Shinian stared at the photo, his face devoid of expression.

Taking a deep breath, slowly exhaling, he locked his phone screen and put it down.

Accustomed to the sweet duo matches every night, the night without company felt exceptionally long and boring.

Pei Shinian picked a superhero movie, grabbed a bunch of snacks, and started watching. Halfway through munching on potato chips, he turned off the TV with the remote and headed to the wardrobe.

Changing into a black biker jacket and pants, Pei Shinian hopped onto the meticulously maintained heavy black motorcycle in the garage, put on a black helmet, blending into the night.

Since his debut, Pei Shinian rarely touched the motorcycle. An idol’s image management is much stricter than that of an actor.

As an idol star with mostly underage fans, every second exposed to the public is under scrutiny.

Pei Shinian can’t casually visit his favorite entertainment venues, ride his beloved motorcycle during the day, or even exhibit a cold face in public when he’s in a bad mood.

Occasionally feeling down, he can only secretly enjoy a thrill on the deserted suburban roads at night.

Heavy motorcycles can reach terrifying speeds when running, an extremely extreme and dangerous activity.

The feeling of being out of control stimulates a person’s adrenaline, temporarily making them forget all worries. Many motorcycle enthusiasts are addicted to this transcendent feeling like a drug.

After an hour of speeding through the cool night, Pei Shinian leaned against the bike, smoking in a pitch-black field on the outskirts.

His recent addiction to cigarettes has reverted to his high school days. Once a quitter picks up the habit again, the addiction only gets stronger.

Although the whole world encourages quitting smoking, very few speak the truth.

The ones who successfully quit smoking are a tiny minority.

Unless you don’t touch it once, once you get hooked again, sooner or later, you’ll revert back to your original state.

Looking down at the cigarette in his hand, Pei Shinian self-deprecatingly sneered, “You’re useless.”

Adjusting his mood and about to head back home, his phone suddenly rang inside his leather jacket pocket.

Putting on the helmet and mounting the bike, a leg wrapped in black pants supported him as he answered the call. Even after a few drags on the cigarette, Pei Shinian’s voice became low, “Hello.”

Song Jianchu’s voice came from the helmet, “Where are you?”

Pei Shinian: “Outside. What’s up?”

“In a while, there will be a trending topic, and it might go viral.” Song Jianchu said, “I need you to forward and comment, help guide positive public opinion.”

“Okay, I’ll be back home now. Send me a WeChat later.” Pei Shinian casually asked, “Regarding what?”

“It’s not convenient to disclose the identity before it’s made public. There might still be variables. Someone’s girlfriend in the group is pregnant and wants to publicly announce the relationship tonight.”

“…”

Pei Shinian cursed inwardly, held onto the bike handle, silent for a long time, and then said in a heavy tone, “Understood.”

Ending the call, Pei Shinian decisively dialed another number.

He hadn’t contacted this number since adding it to his contacts.

It took a few seconds for the call to be answered. Laughter and chatter could be heard from the other end. Amidst the lively atmosphere, the man’s voice remained cold and indifferent, seemingly in a bad mood, sounding out of place, “What’s up?”

“You come out,” Pei Shinian said, “Let’s talk.”

Jing Si: “Not available right now.”

The heavy motorcycle engine roared continuously. Pei Shinian, impatiently twisting the handlebars a few times, coldly said, without room for negotiation, “Send me the address. Don’t waste time, I’ll find it myself.”

Jing Si was silent for a few seconds, “Add me on WeChat.”

Pei Shinian took out his phone and received the friend request again.

[J: Share Location]

Pei Shinian glanced at the address, adjusted the helmet’s windproof mask, and said in advance, “Get a few more bodyguards. I might need to take action later.”

Jing Si replied calmly, “No need, there are plenty of people here.

“Not in the mood to listen to the scumbag’s nonsense.”

Expressionless, Pei Shinian revved the motorcycle, “Just wait, I’ll come to get your dog’s head.”

…

In the cleared upscale restaurant, both families were conversing harmoniously.

Jing Si remained cold throughout, not even sparing a glance at Qin Fang.

Qin Fang was restless in front of his brother-in-law, but fortunately, he was mentally prepared beforehand, knowing he’d undoubtedly face Jing Si’s cold gaze today.

Kun Yuan, unable to bear it, spoke up for her boyfriend, “Brother, can’t you smile? It’s just a pregnancy, not a crime.”

Jing Si put down his phone, his expression darkening. Finally, he lifted his chilly gaze to Qin Fang.

Qin Fang’s gaze stiffened, nervously forcing a laugh, “No need, no need, Brother-in-law… Jing Director doesn’t need to be nice to me; it’s all my fault. This matter indeed came too suddenly.”

“You guys talk; I have something to attend to.” Jing Si stood up with a cold face.

Kun Yuan objected, “Where are you going? You can’t go!”

Qin Fang immediately patted his girlfriend’s hand, trying to calm her down, “Big darling, don’t get angry, don’t upset our little darling.”

Kun Yuan, emotional due to pregnancy, leaned against Qin Fang’s shoulder, choking up, “Look at my brother, he’s always bullied me since childhood.”

“Okay, okay.” Qin Fang tried to appease his wife, with a forced smile, “Brother-in-law isn’t targeting you. Director Jing looks handsome with a cold face, smiling would be even scarier.”

Jing Si: “…”

Jing Si closed his eyes in a headache, picked up his phone on the table, and somewhat eased his expression, “Meet my sister-in-law.”

The room instantly fell silent as everyone turned to look at him.

Kun Yuan was surprised, “Sister-in-law? Brother, do you have a girlfriend? With your bad temper, is there really someone daring to date you?”

Qin Fang was also very curious about his brother-in-law’s relationship, gossiping, “Who is it? Do we know her?”

“What a good day today, truly a double blessing.” Mother Jing suddenly beamed, “Perfect, bring your partner here for us to meet.”

Jing Si thought of the warning from his boyfriend earlier and felt today might not be the right time.

The sound of heavy motorcycle parking came from downstairs, and his phone vibrated with a warning message from his boyfriend.

[Pei Shinian: Come out.]

“He’s shy, next time.” Jing Si took the coat offered by the waiter, politely addressing Qin Fang’s family, “Sorry, I might not be able to return. Don’t mind me; continue talking.”

Jing Si descended the stairs with his phone. Outside, he saw someone wearing a black helmet, checking their phone while sitting on the motorcycle. He paused for two seconds, his gaze slowly moving from bottom to top.

Pei Shinian had great proportions, a well-exercised and appropriately muscular physique, broad shoulders and narrow waist, with long, straight legs.

Even though his face was not visible, he looked really handsome dressed like this. Any random photo taken could easily get millions of likes online.

The female staff inside the restaurant excitedly peered out.

“Those legs, can I see them in real life?”

“Ah, so cool!”

“If I weren’t working, I’d ask for his WeChat.”

Pei Shinian furrowed his brows and sent an urging message. Someone suddenly spoke beside him, “Riding a motorcycle in winter, aren’t you cold?”

Pei Shinian turned, meeting the eyes behind the mask and the assessing gaze for a second. His brows furrowed even more tightly. He glanced at the people in the restaurant, “Find a place where we can talk.”

Jing Si: “Didn’t I beat you enough last time?”

Pei Shinian put away his phone and lowered his voice, “Let’s have a good chat about what you did to Yuan An today.”

Jing Si didn’t hesitate too long. He stood in place for a while, “Without a helmet, are you trying to kill me?”

Pei Shinian was speechless, “The speed limit outside is sixty; you won’t die.”

Otherwise, he would’ve been long gone.

Jing Si: “Not wearing a helmet will get you fined by the police.”

“I’ll pay for you.” Pei Shinian gritted his teeth, “Do you want to come or not?”

Jing Si lowered his eyes and gazed deeply at the leg touching the ground for a moment, then nodded resignedly. With a naturally cold face, he said, “Fine, but I’ll pay the fine myself.”

“…”

Jing Si got on the backseat of the motorcycle.

Just as Pei Shinian was about to start, his waist suddenly tightened sharply. He coughed and turned, “Are you trying to strangle me?”

“No helmet,” Jing Si replied calmly.

“…”

Pei Shinian felt suffocated.

What’s wrong with this person today?

If he’s so concerned about safety, why act like a scumbag??

“Loosen your grip.” Pei Shinian threatened in a low voice, “If you dare take advantage of me, your girlfriend is upstairs. Leave some dignity for yourself, big director.”

Jing Si stared at him for a long time, looking somewhat inexplicable.

Before he could ask what he meant, a cold wind passed by. As they sped away, Jing Si loosened his grip, feeling the increasing pace cover the sound of the wind. He faintly felt his heartbeat overpowering the wind noise. His lips curled slightly in self-mockery.

They didn’t go too far; Pei Shinian parked the bike in an empty alley.

The distance was too short; they hadn’t even had the chance to be fined by the police.

Under the pale streetlights, both of them got off the bike.

Pei Shinian removed his helmet and casually ran his fingers through his hair, lifting his eyes coldly.

Jing Si looked around, “Walk a bit further in; the surveillance can’t capture us.”

This was a spot where he clearly arranged to get beaten.

Pei Shinian assessed the unusually composed person in front of him, finding it hard to understand, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll lure you out and kill you?”

“No.” Jing Si looked into his eyes, saying, “You’re kind.”

“Obviously, you have great strength. Last time, when I was really angry, I just held back a punch.”

“…” Pei Shinian didn’t want to listen to this person’s nonsense anymore. He furrowed his brows and asked, “Are you bisexual?”

Jing Si raised an eyebrow slightly and paused, “No.”

“You’re gay, yet you’re still dating a girlfriend? And making her pregnant?” Pei Shinian clenched his fist, “Doing such disgusting things and daring to openly show affection, are you even human?”

Jing Si finally understood this time.

Seeing the person opposite him, so earnest in wanting to take justice into his own hands, he found it amusing. He remained calm on the surface, “Should I be?”

Talking to a brick wall.

Pei Shinian felt he shouldn’t bother with this scumbag.

Better to just beat him up first.

Pei Shinian, with a fierce momentum, took two steps forward. Just as he raised his fist, the phone rang again in the quiet alley.

A slightly cool palm halted his fist. Jing Si calmly said, “Answer the call first, I won’t run.”

“If you dare to run, it’ll be your loss. Let me show you how kind I am.” Pei Shinian pointed at him, impatiently pulling out his phone.

Song Jianchu said, “It’s public now; you can share your blessings.”

Pei Shinian’s heart sank suddenly, staring fixedly at the person in front, who seemed unaffected as if it didn’t concern him, “Public? So soon?”

He hadn’t clarified things with the scumbag yet, wouldn’t Kun Yuan’an be left with no way out?

“Qin Fang isn’t a popular idol, so publicly announcing the relationship shouldn’t affect the movie much. We should guide public opinion properly. We decided it’s safer to keep Kun Yuan’an’s pregnancy a secret for now and announce it after three months.”

“She doesn’t know anything at all!” Pei Shinian scratched his head in frustration, “Three months? If she waits for three months…”

“She…”

“…?”

Wait a minute… Who?

Qin, Qin Fang???

Suddenly, Pei Shinian froze, staring blankly at the person in front.

Jing Si, with arms folded, looked at him calmly and raised an eyebrow.

Pei Shinian: “…”

“When the three months are up, what then?” Song Jianchu asked.

“Ah…” Pei Shinian stiffly opened his mouth, his gaze gradually evading and trembling. His voice slowly weakened, “She… she should be a healthy and safe expectant mother… that’s good… I’ll forward my blessings later.”

He hung up the phone in a daze and stood there, looking bewildered for a long, long time.

Jing Si asked, “Are you still going to fight?”

Pei Shinian snapped back to reality, slowly raising his eyes, “What’s your relationship with Kun Yuan’an?”

“Siblings.”

“.”

Pei Shinian shuddered as he took a deep breath, but his chest couldn’t seem to get any oxygen.

He didn’t want to accept the fact that he had been in an online relationship with someone who wasn’t a goddess for over a month. He still had suspicions in his eyes, “Impossible, you don’t have the same surname.”

Jing Si said, “She followed my dad, I followed my mom, difficult to understand?”

“…”

Unable to accept the reality he had been self-indulging in.

Unable to accept that Qin Fang was the legitimate boyfriend of the goddess.

Pei Shinian began to doubt his life, looking at his online dating tool, his mind suddenly froze, “D*mn it… then who the hell…?” Who was he having an online relationship with??

Countless sweet nights of chatting in pairs, numerous sweet interactions that made his heart flutter, all flashed before Pei Shinian’s eyes like a revolving lantern.

So, who was his online date with???

Wait a minute—

Was he being an idiot?

Who else could it be?

Pei Shinian’s pupils froze, his gaze fixed on the hem of the pants in front.

Pei Shinian tentatively spoke, “…Bro… Brother J?”

Jing Si just looked at him without responding.

“…inHeaven?”

Jing Si still remained silent.

Pei Shinian’s complexion turned ugly. Trembling, he touched his arm and shivered, struggling to speak, “…Baby?”

Jing Si didn’t react.

Pei Shinian felt a glimmer of hope.

The defense mechanism of a straight man kicked in, and he started to comfort himself.

Yeah, the world is so big; it couldn’t be such a coincidence.

Maybe his online date was a girl whose voice sounded a lot like Kun Yuan’an’s!

His online date was so sweet… what man would enjoy being called “baby” by another man?

Thinking of this, Pei Shinian’s eyes stiffened again.

A man who likes men might like it.

Pei Shinian’s face gradually turned ashen.

Had he been in a relationship with a man this whole time?

And to top it off…

Pei Shinian cautiously took a step back, looking at the annoying ghost across him with complex eyes.

Jing Si’s expression had completely cooled down. He asked calmly, “Have you always treated me like a sister?”

Pei Shinian’s ears buzzed, and his pupils dilated.

He heard the sound of his heart shattering into pieces.

Jing Si squinted slightly, “Do you like her?”

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Side Story (4) : Pei Shinian x Jing Si (3) 

…

……

Unsure of how he got back home, his memories were cut off by rage.

Pei Shinian kicked open the bathroom door and hastily turned on the tap, rinsing his mouth several times, squeezing toothpaste onto his brush, and brushing furiously.

On the fourth brush, his hand paused; the coolness of the toothpaste suddenly brought back a certain sensation.

That person’s tongue seemed to still be in his mouth…

“D*mn!!”

His entire body surged with heat; Pei Shinian’s eyes reddened as he angrily tossed the toothbrush.

Why did he just punch that freak?

Why didn’t he beat him to death?!

Gritting his teeth, Pei Shinian took out his phone from his pocket.

His fingers trembled with anger; it was the first time since his debut that the young master dialed the home number.

“Dad, help me ruin someone.”

“Break both his legs, let him spend the next lifetime bedridden.”

“Hey, who pissed off our young master?” The man on the other end chuckled. “Only when something bothers you outside do you remember your old man? What’s up?”

Hearing the familiar voice, Pei Shinian calmed down a bit.

This call wasn’t a joke; within two hours, that lunatic would end up in the hospital.

Roughly wiping his mouth with a towel, Pei Shinian muttered, “Jing Si, forget the ruin, just forget it.”

Tossing the towel aside, Pei Shinian haphazardly removed his shirt, hastily unbuckling his belt with one hand.

D*mn, the freak’s scent was all over his clothes.

“Clang.” The sound of cards being played came from the other end. The man, holding a cigarette, spoke indistinctly, “The director of your movie? Silly boy, the movie hasn’t been released yet. Are you digging your own grave?”

His mind cooled down completely; Pei Shinian let go of his belt, his expression blank. “Forget it, I didn’t say anything. Bye.”

“Wait for me.”

With the phone in his hand, Pei Shinian cursed silently, frustratedly running his hand through his hair.

Impulse led to a lack of intelligence.

He actually let himself be lured by that lunatic.

“I’ll talk to my eldest son.” Cards were pushed, followed by the sound of a cigar being lit. The man sighed deeply. “Baby boy, haven’t had enough fun with your star games? I said I’d let you be for two years, but it’s been a few years already. When do you plan to come back home? If you’re a man, give a clear answer.”

Pei Shinian clicked his tongue, leaning back against the toilet seat with a cigarette in hand. “Can you stop pushing me? I’m doing fine. What’s the point of coming back in this day and age? Besides, what could I do back home?”

“Come back and be my son. I’ll still have things for you to do. Your mom worries about you every day, can’t sleep, and you don’t even think about coming back. What, are there knives at home ready to stab you?”

“Dad.” Pei Shinian held the cigarette, leaning his head lazily back. “Let’s not pretend, Dad. If I come back, will you let me go out again?”

“Look at what you’re saying. Your old man worked hard for half his life to let you and your mom enjoy your life at home. Am I wrong to treat my son well? Your job is dirty and tiring, living in hiding from paparazzi every day. What’s so good about it?”

“Stop, enough.” Pei Shinian bit the cigarette, speechless. “When you stop being biased about my job, then we can talk, Dad.”

He finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Looking at the cigarette lit in his hand, Pei Shinian calmed down, suddenly feeling like he forgot something.

After a moment of silence, he subconsciously brushed his lips with his thumb.

Suddenly, it dawned on him, and he widened his eyes slowly.

No, even if it was to disgust him, would a straight man kiss another man so naturally?

Jing Si… could he be gay?

The anger that had just subsided flared up again.

Then what about his girlfriend?

This was freaking dishonest, wasn’t it?!

Pei Shinian suddenly stood up, clenched his fists too hard that his arm muscles tensed; he wished he could go back and beat the person again. “This dead scumbag!”

The phone in his hand vibrated, ringing loudly; Pei Shinian took a deep drag on his cigarette, impatiently answering, “Hello.”

On the other end, Qin Fang’s voice sounded anxious, “Brother, where are you? You just left without saying anything?”

With the straight man’s pride intact, Pei Shinian would never admit that he came back after being forcibly kissed by an idiot. He casually replied, “Had an emergency, help me tell Jianchu. Anything else?”

“D*mn it, some idiot just punched Director Jing. His mouth is bleeding.”

“…”

Pei Shinian: “He hasn’t left?”

“He’s right here. Do you want to talk to him?”

Before Pei Shinian could respond, Qin Fang shouted, “Director Jing, Pei Shinian wants to console you.”

Pei Shinian: “.”

A few seconds later, a low voice came from the other end, sounding like nothing much had happened, “Want to apologize?”

He seemed utterly unrepentant.

“To hell with you.” Pei Shinian sneered coldly, “If you dare bother me again, I’ll beat you up every time I see you.”

Pei Shinian angrily hung up the phone.

–

His mood ruined by the scumbag, Pei Shinian didn’t play games for a few days.

In truth, his anger lasted only one night. From the next day, Pei Shinian had been busy with shooting schedules, coming home late every day.

As a straight male, Pei Shinian always lived roughly. Even after being kissed by a man, apart from the initial anger, he didn’t hold grudges against people he hated.

However, knowing that Kun Yuan had been deceived by a gay person, Pei Shinian was really upset these days.

Without more evidence, he didn’t know how to tell Kun Yuan about this.

He couldn’t just straightforwardly say: Run away! Your boyfriend is gay, he kissed me, and even stuck his tongue out!

The pride of a straight man was bigger than anything; Pei Shinian couldn’t afford to lose face. Kun Yuan would probably think he was crazy.

He returned to the game a week later.

That night, he returned home at eight, took a shower, comfortably lay on the bed, entered the game, and picked up a frozen mango pudding to take a bite.

“?”

He hadn’t had kissing experience before, but now he realized, this feeling… was freaking familiar…

Pei Shinian stared at the pudding in his hand, his scalp tingling, shivering.

The mango pudding he’d taken a bite of was thrown into the trash.

The aftermath of the first kiss was too strong; Pei Shinian felt like he wouldn’t want to kiss anyone for the next few years.

Upon entering the game, he saw a familiar nickname in his friend list.

J1111 is online and idle.

Pei Shinian looked at that nickname, feeling somewhat complicated.

It was thrilling to steal someone’s affection, but unexpectedly receiving a kiss from the boyfriend of his goddess, he suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt.

D*mn it.

Is he now considered a double-faced third party?

Pei Shinian hesitated for a while over the invite-to-team button, but eventually clicked it.

J1111 joined the team in an instant.

Pushing the strange feelings aside, Pei Shinian greeted as usual, “Brother J, good evening.”

Brother J: Good evening.

There was a pause, and Pei Shinian suddenly didn’t know what to say.

What had he talked about with his goddess before?

His state of mind was disrupted, so Pei Shinian naturally said with a smile, “Ready, let’s start. Haven’t played for several days, not sure if my skills are still on point.”

Just as he was about to click for a duo match, a new message popped up in the chat box.

Brother J: Feeling not good?

Pei Shinian’s finger paused.

It was the first time Kun Yuan actively talked about him.

Was this concern for him?

The lost feeling of a heart fluttering instantly returned, and Pei Shinian felt a bit warm inside. “No, just been a bit busy these days.”

Seizing the momentum, Pei Shinian boldly flirted a bit, then asked hesitantly, “Have you missed me?”

Awkwardly flirting a bit, Pei Shinian was worried about seeming too oily, so he quickly added, “Or maybe you find it interesting to play with me?”

Brother J: Hmm.

Pei Shinian stared at that familiar yet aloof response, as if he heard a sweet and subtle voice of a girl.

He happily raised the corner of his mouth, feeling a sudden tenderness in his heart.

Really want to hug her.

Indeed, girls are more adorable.

In an instant, the scene of the man looking down on him flashed through his mind, and along with it, the cool sensation of their lips, like a virus, invaded his brain.

“D*mn it…”

Pei Shinian slapped his face hard, immediately driving the inappropriate image out of his mind.

D*mn toxic.

Brother J: ?

Pei Shinian awkwardly laughed twice and quickly entered the match, “Nothing, there are mosquitoes at home.”

Even though they hadn’t played together for a week, the understanding between the two hadn’t diminished.

Pei Shinian had a great time playing, and even after midnight, he still felt unsatisfied.

After the last duo match ended, Pei Shinian went to the fridge to get a can of coke, came back, checked the time, and asked reluctantly, “Are you sleepy? How about going to sleep?”

Brother J: Depends on you.

Staring at those two words, in the late night, Pei Shinian’s heart suddenly felt a strong urge.

With no experience, Pei Shinian also felt that the time seemed right.

After chugging a large gulp of cold coke, he lay on the bed and cleared his throat, trying subtly, “Uh, Yu… Brother J, do you like playing with me?”

As if it was just a casual mention: “How about we form a couple in the game?”

Afraid of being rejected too directly, he cheerfully added, “Just in the game, change our names as a couple or something.”

After saying this, Pei Shinian tightly gripped the cold can of coke, all his nervousness accumulated in these few seconds.

Brother J: Change what?

“!!!”

After a month of brewing, he finally reached a historic breakthrough stage.

Taking a slow, deep breath, Pei Shinian calmly turned off the microphone, excitedly tapped the bed twice, “Nice! Well done! Deserving of me!”

After venting his excitement, when he looked up again, J1111’s ID had changed.

Pei Shinian’s game ID was [Heaven].

J1111’s ID changed to: [inHeaven]

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding his phone, Pei Shinian was stunned for a few seconds, and his face slowly turned red.

D*mn… truly a goddess; she’s really something.

Is this a way of entering into his heart?

At that moment, at the age of 23, having been single since birth, Pei Shinian finally experienced the feeling of falling in love with a man.

Although the first kiss was gone, the first love was still very sweet.

Pei Shinian wished he could confess right then and there.

The couple names had been changed, and Pei Shinian decided shamelessly to push a bit further. With his heart pounding, he asked, “Can I call you baby?”

This time, Kun Yuan’s reply was a bit slow, probably feeling a bit shy.

inHeaven: …Yes.

Too sweet, the goddess was truly too sweet.

Pei Shinian lay happily on his pillow, “Baby, let’s play a bit later, shall we?”

Forgetting about that scumbag, come into big brother’s embrace!

inHeaven: Okay.

After a long sweet night, when daylight came, Pei Shinian was completely cured by love. While washing his face and brushing his teeth, he hummed a cheerful tune and checked the friend circle of his online girlfriend.

Kun Yuan was still awake and posted a photo of the morning courtyard: [Good morning!]

Pei Shinian liked the post first and then clicked on the photo.

Kun Yuan’s house had a large courtyard, a clean garden, not many plants, just a big tree.

Simple yet refreshing.

Truly a tree from a goddess’s house, but this tree was really… huh?

With a toothbrush in his mouth, Pei Shinian laughed uncontrollably, “So ugly, why does it look so much like the unlucky twisted neck tree at Qin Fang’s house?”

He commented under Kun Yuan’s friend circle: [This tree looks really good 👍]

Just as he was about to browse through his online girlfriend’s friend circle again, a WeChat friend request popped up.

[J: Jing Si]

A good mood in the early morning suddenly turned sour in Pei Shinian’s chest.

That shameless scumbag still had the nerve to add him as a friend?

Clutching his toothbrush, Pei Shinian entered a cold rejection reason: [Get lost.]

He clicked the reject button decisively.

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Side Story (4) : Pei Shinian x Jing Si (2) 

After that, for a full three minutes, the in-game voice chat remained silent.

Realizing that his teammate was the goddess, Pei Shinian became the second mute.

Happiness came too suddenly, almost causing him to ruin it with his own hands.

He must have performed decently yesterday, right? Otherwise, the goddess wouldn’t continue teaming up with him today.

Quietly following Kun Yu’an, Pei Shinian thought apologetically, “Goddess, I’m sorry, it’s all your fault for having such poor taste. For the sake of your future happiness, I must stop being a decent person.”

Pei Shinian’s mind raced.

This account wasn’t among his WeChat friends. It was likely Kun Yu’an’s special gaming account.

Kun Yu’an had been avoiding voice chat, suggesting she might not want to be recognized, probably accidentally opening it just now.

Pei Shinian was always very gentlemanly with girls. Pretending he didn’t hear the voice just now, he silently searched for supplies for a while.

“Brother J, I have a level three armor, take it.”

Regardless of whether she wanted it or not, Pei Shinian dropped the level three armor on the ground and ran away.

Jing Si had just gone to close the door and returned, only to see his drunken teammate running straight toward him, mechanically dropping a level three armor, and then running away.

Jing Si: ?

Yesterday, this guy didn’t even want to give him a bandage.

Casually running into the house, Pei Shinian hid behind the window, nervously observing.

He saw Kun Yu’an standing in front of the level three armor, hesitating for a few seconds before picking it up and wearing it.

Pei Shinian breathed a sigh of relief, pinched his ear, and smiled satisfactorily.

Would Jing Si be so considerate to his girlfriend? Impossible.

Only he could bring warmth to the goddess.

The two of them ran together in the wilderness, entering a large house, where a team of people parked a car at the entrance of their area.

Seeing Kun Yu’an crouching at the stairs on the second floor preparing an ambush, Pei Shinian said solemnly, “You don’t have to move.”

Jing Si hesitated, glancing at his teammate who had just said he wanted to lie down.

Pei Shinian was near the window, holding a grenade in advance, waiting for the enemy’s car to stop. As soon as it did, he threw the grenade underneath it. Taking advantage of the enemies getting out of the car after hearing the explosion, Pei Shinian quickly took down one person from the window, then decisively jumped out, predicting the opponent’s hiding path, flanking from behind the house, engaging in a gunfight, and eliminating the team within seconds.

This round was indeed beautifully played.

Jing Si raised an eyebrow, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips, and sent a complimenting voice message that his teammate liked: “Well done!”

Receiving praise from the goddess, Pei Shinian felt as if he’d been injected with vitality. He sat up straight, raised his index finger to rub his nose.

Pei Shinian found a two-seater motorcycle and got on it. “Get on.”

Brother J jumped out of the house and quickly sat on the back, hugging his waist.

Being embraced by the goddess, Pei Shinian’s abdominal muscles tightened, as if a girl’s soft hands were embracing him. He took a slow breath, feeling a bit warm in his face, and spoke calmly, “Where do you want to go? Brother will take you for a ride.”

Yu, let Brother take you for a spin!

Jing Si’s gaze paused.

Is it Brother again?

Looking at his spirited teammate, the deep brown eyes held a slight hint of a smile.

Previously, when Song Jianchu pulled Jing Si and Pei Shinian into playing games, Jing Si had only added Pei Shinian as a game friend. They weren’t even WeChat friends.

Since this guy didn’t remember who he was, Jing Si had no intention of turning on the mic.

Remembering the awkward silence in the game earlier, Jing Si closed the mic he accidentally opened earlier, knowing that not remembering who he was might make this person enjoy the game more.

Brother J marked a point on the map, and Pei Shinian enthusiastically revved up the motorcycle and zoomed away.

He had never imagined that the goddess would be a gaming expert, which significantly raised his level of excitement but also brought considerable difficulty to his pretense.

For instance, just as he was about to show off, the goddess accidentally stole his kill. As he was about to take her to loot an airdrop, she was quicker than him, charging ahead on a motorcycle, clearing out the enemies near the airdrop, and leaving all the good loot for him.

“Why didn’t you take it?” Pei Shinian arrived later, seeing the full load of good equipment in the airdrop, and was momentarily stunned.

Brother J just silently rode away on the bike.

Pei Shinian hurriedly picked up the equipment and followed behind, feeling once again a palpitation of excitement.

When Pei Shinian and Qin Fang played games with Song Jianchu, they never engaged in this kind of teamwork. Everyone collected resources on their own based on their skills.

So, games could also be played this way.

Pei Shinian had opened the door to a new world and experienced the joy of love.

Although Yu was still someone else’s girlfriend, she would eventually be his!

Excitedly, Pei Shinian drove the car to catch up. “Yu… Brother J, wait for me!”

The speed of the motorcycle in front really slowed down a bit, waiting for him.

Pei Shinian stepped on the gas and caught up. The two entered a circle, tacitly clearing out the village.

Together they played duo overnight again.

Pei Shinian lost track of time and regretted getting too carried away when the morning light seeped in. He decided, “Let’s not play anymore. You should get some sleep early; staying up late isn’t good for your health.”

It’s not good for the skin either; the goddess can’t have me causing her to break out.

As a hardcore internet addict and idol, for the first time, he felt the need to control his gaming time.

Before quitting the game, Pei Shinian politely asked, “Bother J, are we playing together again tomorrow night?”

Brother J: Yeah.

Yes!

Having played through the night for two consecutive days, the goddess should have a good impression of him, right?

Staying up all night playing games with someone else’s girlfriend was something Pei Shinian had never done. The thrill of being immoral made him unusually excited. After logging off the game, his heart was racing, and he couldn’t sleep.

For the next half month, Pei Shinian and the goddess played duo every night.

However, they didn’t play for as long, always ending before midnight.

Pei Shinian noticed that Kun Yu’an seemed quite free; her work wasn’t too demanding. Whenever he logged on to play games, she was always online and idle.

Although he felt a bit self-absorbed for thinking this way, Pei Shinian couldn’t shake the feeling that Kun Yu’an was waiting for him.

This little suspicion quickly took root in Pei Shinian’s mind. The games after the goddess logged off at midnight didn’t seem as fun anymore, and his routine became healthier.

Several times, Qin Fang came in the evening to play games with him, but Pei Shinian either was already in a duo with someone else or just didn’t feel like going online.

“Who have you been playing with these days?” Qin Fang asked curiously. “Can’t you take me with you?”

Pei Shinian had just arrived home, preparing to duo with Brother J. He replied when he found a moment, “Go play by yourself, there’s no room for you.”

“Damn, who is it?” Losing his spot, Qin Fang felt a little sour. “Do you know a professional player?”

Apart from a professional gamer, Qin Fang couldn’t imagine who could arouse such enthusiasm in Pei Shinian.

Pei Shinian entered the game and sent a team invitation to Kun Yu’an.

Kun Yu’an joined the team.

Pei Shinian looked at the silent male character and his heart reflexively sped up. He smiled and said through the mic, “Good evening, Brother J. My sugar daddy insisted on dinner; work ended late. Did you wait long?”

Good evening, my Rain An.

Brother J: No.

Pei Shinian switched back to WeChat, smugly replying to Qin Fang, “What’s a professional player? Games should be played with girls.”

Qin Fang: ???

“Oh my God, are you in a relationship?” Qin Fang couldn’t believe it.

Pei Shinian happily said, “Not yet, I’m trying to win her over.”

Qin Fang was puzzled and gradually baffled, “Win over whom? I can’t see it; are you still this kind of person?”

Thinking of the goddess’s trashy boyfriend, Pei Shinian felt irritated. “Yes, I am now.”

His girlfriend was lonely to the extent that she played games with other guys every night, clearly showing that Jing Si didn’t care about Kun Yu’an at all.

Why leave the goddess for him to fool around with?

Back in the game, Kun Yu’an had already readied up.

Pei Shinian began matchmaking, but his expression became somewhat serious.

For half a month, Kun Yu’an still hadn’t turned on her mic. In fact, Pei Shinian didn’t really understand what she was thinking. However, there hadn’t been any displays of a boyfriend in her social circle.

Pei Shinian had also suspected that if he couldn’t persuade Kun Yu’an to stop playing games every night, Jing Si was around her.

Just the thought of them living together, with Kun Yu’an being the girlfriend of that trashy guy, made Pei Shinian annoyed. He wished he could confront Jing Si face-to-face to sort things out as men and force him to break up with Kun Yu’an.

He absolutely couldn’t let Kun Yu’an bear the stigma of being a bad girlfriend.

He logged off the game at midnight, and Song Jianchu sent a notification on WeChat: [There’s a movie promotional meeting tomorrow; get some rest early and don’t be late.]

[Pei Shinian: Understood.]

Pei Shinian thought it was perfect. He could meet tomorrow and find out if that trashy guy knew about this.

With just over a month left before the movie’s release, the promotional work had also become busy.

At 2 PM, Pei Shinian was driven by his chauffeur to the meeting venue, where a group of his fans had already gathered at the entrance.

His fans were mostly young girls, very enthusiastic, some of whom followed him around all year.

Pei Shinian got out of the car wearing a mask, and the fans holding nameplates screamed, “Ah, Ah Nian!”

“Ah Nian looks so handsome today!”

“Ah Nian, look here!”

Pei Shinian recognized one of his most fervent female student fans, took the autograph board, signed it for her, and kindly said, “Study well, don’t skip classes.”

“Okay!” The girl nodded, moved by the autograph board in her arms. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. “Brother, keep it up! You’re the best!”

“From now on, no more bringing gifts,” Pei Shinian said. “You haven’t started working yet, so don’t spend money recklessly at home. It’s not easy for parents to earn money, you know?”

The fans obediently agreed, “Yes, yes, we know!”

Knowing these little girls probably didn’t take it seriously, Pei Shinian sighed inwardly and, under the protection of bodyguards and assistants, entered the venue.

Upon entering the shared rest area for the crew members, Pei Shinian lazily sat down on the sofa, propping his legs up. He had just taken out his phone, intending to check if Kun Yu’an had updated her moments, when a tall, slender figure blocked the light in front of him. A refreshing fragrance of men’s body wash filled the air.

He held up his phone and looked at the deep brown eyes beneath the black brim of the cap.

Though the irises were warm in color, there was no warmth emanating from them.

Like a wolf.

Pei Shinian silently faced the director he hadn’t seen for a long time. The inexplicable stare made him feel a bit guilty.

He didn’t look away either, trying to assert an unapproachable aura.

Seeing that the man showed no sign of leaving, Pei Shinian, still holding his phone, teasingly arched his lips, “Is there a world-famous painting on my face?”

Jing Si seemed to want to say something at first, but he was cut off by Pei Shinian.

The perpetually displeased face seemed colder, displaying indifference as he shifted his gaze away and sat on the other side of the sofa.

Pei Shinian regretted his teasing.

Before coming here, Song Jianchu had reminded him to get along well with Jing Si. He hadn’t held back and now Song Jianchu would definitely scold him later.

Since he had already put out his attitude, Pei Shinian couldn’t take it back and could only focus on his phone, lowering his head.

The prolonged silence in the lounge cooled down to freezing temperatures.

Relief came when Qin Fang arrived.

Qin Fang was also someone who couldn’t keep a secret, and as soon as he arrived, he caught Pei Shinian and began to interrogate, “Oh man, come on, Pei Shinian, tell me honestly! Did you succeed with the girl?”

Pei Shinian caught a slight tilt of Jing Si’s head in his peripheral vision.

Usually, the sharp gaze from him on set made Pei Shinian feel intimidated, but now it felt like the gaze of an aggrieved party.

Pei Shinian’s heart skipped a beat, gripping the phone tightly in an attempt to remain calm.

D*mn it… I’ve already dug half the wall at the corner, why am I acting so cowardly?

“Soon,” Pei Shinian smiled resolutely. “Give me an early blessing to get out of the single life.”

“Brother, you’re awesome,” Qin Fang said. “Didn’t expect you to be someone who quietly does big things.”

“Getting out of being single is simple; when Brother Nian makes a move, it’s as good as done.”

Jing Si crossed his arms, squinting his eyes, half of his face covered by the shadow of his cap. He looked like a dark block of ice sitting on the sofa.

Pei Shinian avoided eye contact with Jing Si and chatted with Qin Fang about his experience of getting out of being single, glaring at Jing Si in his mind several times.

Yes, I’m trying to woo your girlfriend.

Song Jianchu came in, glanced at his watch, and said, “Is everyone here? We can leave now.”

Pei Shinian was about to get up when Jing Si walked past him, his face cold, and lightly bumped his arm. After staring at him inexplicably for a while, now he seemed disinterested in even exchanging a glance as he walked by.

Song Jianchu frowned and came over to ask quietly, “Did you guys have a fight?”

“Nope,” Pei Shinian shrugged. “I didn’t do anything, but he just doesn’t like me. What can I do?”

Qin Fang also noticed Jing Si’s attitude and looked curiously at the aloof figure who walked ahead. “He was fine just now, what happened?”

Song Jianchu sighed helplessly, advising again, “Speak properly during the interview later. Reporters are keen, don’t let them see anything.”

Pei Shinian put his arm around Song Jianchu’s shoulder and walked out, “Don’t worry, Mr. Producer. This is my first major movie, and I can’t afford to mess it up because of certain people.”

Staring at the cold back walking ahead alone, Pei Shinian sneered inwardly.

Better act now, you’ll cry later.

The press conference ended smoothly, and nothing that Song Jianchu had worried about occurred.

If any internal conflicts within the creative team were exposed, it could affect the movie’s actual reputation in the media gossip.

This work received high praise from industry bigwigs; there was a chance it might win big awards. During this growing period, everything needed to be carefully monitored.

After the press conference, Song Jianchu arranged a small banquet, inviting a few industry giants to maintain relations with the theaters for future screenings.

The daughters of these industry giants also attended, all for Pei Shinian.

For a male artist, occasionally hanging out with the daughters of industry bigwigs was very natural. These private dinners were far from being considered hidden rules; Song Jianchu wouldn’t allow his artists to get involved unnecessarily.

While Song Jianchu chatted with the director and the bigwigs, Pei Shinian was responsible for entertaining three young girls, surrounded by the fragrance of expensive perfumes.

Pei Shinian wasn’t great at chatting with girls, feeling a bit overwhelmed by their questions. So, he decided to play games with them.

“The internet-addicted idol is truly famous, haha.”

“Nian Nian, add me on WeChat, my rank has always been stuck. Let’s duo together in the future.”

Pei Shinian debuted with a sunny and friendly image, rarely dyed his hair, and maintained a refreshing black short haircut. His 1.85-meter tall, healthy and sturdy physique gave a sense of security, making him the most popular boyfriend material among young girls.

The girl wearing a hot dress sat too close, and the wonderful view in front of her chest was visible when he lowered his head. Pei Shinian’s gaze stiffened, not daring to move randomly, and he smiled, changing the topic, “Ready? Let me show you some real skills.”

“Nian Nian, show us your moves!”

“Director Jing, we agreed; you have to work with us next time,” the industry giant extended his glass admiringly.

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Jing Si quietly looked at a certain place without responding. Song Jianchu reminded softly, “Director Jing.”

Jing Si withdrew his gaze, even in social situations, his expression remained cold and distant as he clinked glasses with the tycoon. “I will consider it.”

The tycoon was not embarrassed, laughing heartily, “Hahaha, a director nurtured by an artistic family is indeed extraordinary.”

Pei Shinian took a group of low-ranking girls to play games, easily ate several chicken dinners, but felt bored.

He occasionally checked his friend list; J1111 hadn’t been online all night.

Normally, he should have been online at this time.

Pei Shinian suddenly became nervous.

Seeing him playing with others, would Yu’an be upset?

After playing lacklusterly for two hours, he found an excuse to visit the restroom. Standing at the sink, he opened Kun Yu’an’s WeChat, agitatedly ran his hand through his hair, hesitating whether to send a message to explain.

In the end, he decided against it.

Were they in an online relationship? He had teased people discreetly in the game before, and Kun Yu’an didn’t mind. Sometimes, she even cooperated.

Pei Shinian calmly analyzed and felt they were in a vague stage now.

However, their relationship hadn’t reached the level where they could discuss it openly on WeChat.

It was his first love, and Pei Shinian could only plan on paper. When it came time to upgrade, he wasn’t sure how to proceed.

Pei Shinian sighed in frustration and asked the male actor washing hands beside him, “Buddy, got a cigarette?”

The minor actor was addressed by the lead actor and quickly handed over a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, “Sure, Brother Nian.”

“Thanks.”

During high school, Pei Shinian was the typical “bad boy,” an atypical second-generation rich kid who was easygoing and not pretentious. After graduation, his friends learned about his family background, but when skipping class to play games in internet cafes, he always had cigarettes. After debuting, to promote a healthy image for young people, he had quit smoking for a long time. However, occasionally, he still had cravings when frustrated.

Taking a cigarette, Pei Shinian lit it in the smoking area with a troubled mind.

Love troubles were too bothersome; one cigarette wouldn’t solve them.

Pei Shinian regretted not taking the whole pack earlier and heard the sound of a metal lighter clicking nearby.

He turned his head, “Hey, got one…”

He met a pair of deep-set eyes, and the smile on Pei Shinian’s face slowly faded. He withdrew his hand from his pocket.

Jing Si handed over the cigarette box without much expression. Pei Shinian struggled in his mind for a while, but his current craving for a cigarette overcame his rationale. He reached out and took one.

Later, he directly put the cigarette box and lighter into his pocket, showing no intention of returning them.

Jing Si looked at this person’s audaciously natural behavior and raised an eyebrow.

“Director Jing, you are a grand figure. Don’t be so petty,” Pei Shinian patted Jing Si’s shoulder, smoking while leaning against the wall carelessly.

Bathed in the warm yellow light from the smoking corner, Jing Si observed the person in front of him.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Pei Shinian’s eyes narrowed slightly from the smoke. The familiar image of the idol disappeared, and he reverted to the truant gamer boy.

The smoking corner was a magical social place.

Whether they were complete strangers or usually enemies, when here, it was like entering a neutral zone, where they could even chat amicably.

Jing Si looked at him with a faint gaze, seemingly casually asking, “Got a partner?”

Pei Shinian flicked the ash and felt no guilt, “Soon.”

“How soon?”

As soon as you break up, then I’ll be ‘soon’?

Pei Shinian smiled nonchalantly, “Director Jing, are you worried I might affect your masterpiece? Rest assured, I’m very dedicated.”

There was a hint of a smile in Jing Si’s eyes, due to his face and personality, his smile didn’t bring a feeling of warmth. He nodded slightly, ashed his cigarette, and said, looking down, “Not greeting the director is dedication?”

“Is it? Did I not greet you before?” Pei Shinian pretended to be ignorant, spat out smoke, and smiled casually, “Don’t be so petty. We’re not that close, making everyone think we’re enemies.”

“Indeed.” Jing Si smiled meaningfully and extinguished the cigarette.

In his heart, Pei Shinian thought, ‘You’d better leave soon. Small talk is really exhausting.’ He lit another cigarette and looked up, “Director Jing, are you leaving? Tell those girls for me, ask Qin Fang to entertain them for a while. I’ll join later—”

Before he finished speaking, his left shoulder was heavily pressed against the wall by a hand with alphabetical tattoos. His right hand, raised instinctively due to the cigarette, was grabbed at the wrist and pinned in midair.

With the man’s motion of leaning closer and lowering his head, everything darkened in front of Pei Shinian. The smoke he hadn’t exhaled was pried apart by the coolness of a tongue, slipping between his lips.

“!!!”

Jing Si’s lips and tongue were as cool and forceful as the person’s. They completely suppressed him.

His heart suddenly raced.

The pulse spread to his fingers, breaking off a long ash from the cigarette.

His brain, stunned by the shock, was left with only the most primitive emotional words—

…D*mn.

This f***ing…

This f***ing!!!

But I was the one who gave your girlfriend her first kiss!

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Side Story (4) : Pei Shinian x Jing Si (1) 

September 25th, midnight.

Pei Shinian lay on the bed, fixed on the time. With a tap of his thumb, he sent the prepared 200-character birthday greeting card to his elder brother.

Pei Shinian is someone deeply emotional, with a bit of an attachment to his elder brother.

Mu Ye, as a senior figure within their circle, has always been his most admired elder brother. Even though his brother now has a partner, it doesn’t hinder Pei Shinian from cherishing their brotherly bond.

However, evidently, his brother doesn’t see it the same way.

He waited in the game for two hours, taking the halftime break. Pei Shinian grabbed a can of soda for gamers and checked his phone.

Despite the heartfelt, lengthy birthday wishes, the screen remained blank.

Pei Shinian: “…D*rn it.”

Pei Shinian switched to the chat with Bai Xingyu, his closest brother from now on, to vent his frustrations.

[Pei Shinian: Brother Xing, let me tell you, Brother Ye has changed!]

[Pei Shinian: He forgot about his little brother as soon as he got into a relationship. How long has he known Jianchu? How long has he known me? Just because he has a partner, he ignores his younger brother? Is this fair?]

Another “close brother” replied after twenty minutes.

[Bai Xingyu: …]

[Bai Xingyu : [sweating]]

[Bai Xingyu: Have you no shame? Mind your own business. Still a virgin at this age, you’re embarrassing yourself, not just me [sweating]]

While still in the game, Pei Shinian glanced at the reply from the current “close brother.” As he entered the final circle, he didn’t have time to respond. He looked at the game screen and said through the mic to his teammate, “Old Qin, drop me some meds… Wait, when did you die? You useless piece of trash.”

Qin Fang was sniped a few seconds ago and turned into a box, yawning while cursing, “D*mn, I was half-asleep just now, accidentally exposed myself. I’m done playing, go on without me.”

Pei Shinian, tears in his eyes, lay on the window, licking the box, and muttered, “It’s only this late; when did you start living like an old man?”

“My girlfriend doesn’t allow me to stay up late,” Qin Fang chuckled smugly, “I’m going to voice chat with her even while sleeping.”

Voice chat while sleeping? Listen to each other snore?

Tch, these people in relationships are all the same, disgustingly sweet…

Expressionless, Pei Shinian emptied his teammate’s loot box and muttered, “Fine, whatever.”

As an addicted gaming idol, it’s inconvenient to team up with strangers using his game account. Normally, he can only play with friends within his circle.

Without teammates, Pei Shinian charged into the final circle alone with an AKM. Eventually, he got perforated by a full squad of skilled players and peacefully exited.

“…D*rn.”

Pei Shinian grabbed a gulp of cola from the cup, feeling momentarily relieved with the tingling sensation on his tongue. But soon, he returned to his inexplicable gloominess.

Resting his legs on the snack-laden computer desk, he leaned back and grabbed his phone, replying to the mocking messages from the next “close brother.”

[Pei Shinian: What’s wrong with being a virgin? Who did a virgin harm? This day and age, responsible for oneself and still ridiculed?]

[Pei Shinian: I’ll stop pretending; I confess, I just like being a virgin [smile emoji]]

[Bai Xingyu: [rolling eyes]]

Pei Shinian raised an eyebrow, typing rapidly in the chat box: [You’ve all forgotten one fact – being a virgin at thirty means you can still become a wizard. Get into a relationship, and you’re just a Muggle with a partner for life–]

Just as he hit send, a red exclamation mark popped up.

The next “close brother” blocked him.

“…”

Pei Shinian remained silent for two seconds, then switched to Lu Shen to complain: [Brother Lu, you’re my only hope now! Brother Xing actually blocked me–]

Another red exclamation mark appeared.

“…”

He must have lost his mind to forget that this pair was the most shameless.

With a dark expression, Pei Shinian shut down his computer, sighed, and flung himself onto the bed with his phone. It’s a rare day off, and not staying up until dawn would be a waste. He opened the mobile version of the Battle Royale game, planning to check his friends’ list to see if anyone was online for a game.

Just as he entered the game, a team invitation popped up.

[J1111 invites you to team up]

Who’s this person?

Pei Shinian stared at the unfamiliar nickname for a moment, unable to recall. Who cares?

Anyone who can send an invitation must be someone within the circle. Having someone to play with in the dead of night is good enough. Plus, this person’s rank is quite high.

Pei Shinian accepted, turned over, leaned against three piled-up pillows, and lazily opened the mic, “Hey buddy, duo queue?”

After waiting for a while, there was no response from the other side.

Pei Shinian thought for a moment. It’s so late; perhaps someone beside the person is asleep, making it inconvenient to use the mic. After all, it seems like he’s the only singleton living alone in the whole world recently.

He lowered his voice, “Inconvenient to use the mic? Then just play directly, let’s have a couple of rounds however.”

He readied up, and the other person switched to duo queue mode, starting the game.

Pei Shinian tends to talk a lot during games; it feels uncomfortable if he doesn’t chatter.

“Brother J.” Pei Shinian took a lollipop, pressed the screen to parachute, and casually said, “If you’re a man, would you land with me at the airport right from the start?”

Brother J still didn’t speak, but followed the command.

Pei Shinian mumbled through his lollipop, “Impressive, Brother J is indeed a real man.”

The airport is a battleground on the game map, where high-level players engage in fierce combat. A bad landing spot could turn one into a box in minutes.

Both of them landed on the airport rooftop, swiftly gathering supplies without wasting time parachuting.

As soon as they landed, they split up to collect items. Gunfire erupted nearby, bullets occasionally hitting their side.

Brother J sent a voice message. A powerful female voice sounded, “Danger ahead!”

“Saw it.” Pei Shinian picked up a mini14 sniper rifle and a 4x scope on the rooftop, then ran for cover while holding the lollipop in his cheek. “Two on the opposite rooftop, and one hiding behind the window on the third floor. I’ve got a sniper, Brother J, cover me—”

Before he finished, a clear and precise gunshot rang out, showing a kill banner in the game.

[Your teammate J1111 used a 98K sniper rifle to knock down “Tender-hearted Sister Tenderness Brother”]

“Brother J is awesome,” Pei Shinian said.

Pei Shinian opened his scope, heading towards the player his teammate was trying to assist.

Before he could shoot, there was another shot from the nearby cover.

[Your teammate J1111 used a 98K sniper rifle to eliminate “I Only Feel Pain for Big Brother”]

A green light appeared above the tiny figure on the opposite rooftop, and the figure fell.

It turned out to be a pair of lovers.

Pei Shinian raised an eyebrow.

Appreciation between men is straightforward; strength is the cornerstone of friendship. Witnessing this impressive sniper move, Pei Shinian’s admiration for his silent teammate soared.

Pei Shinian wiggled his toes, shifting his position while making a straight-faced, casual joke in a very ‘brother’ way, “Brother J, are you lacking a bromance? Little brother seems interested.”

Brother J remained silent and aloof, finishing off the enemy with his sniper before shouldering the rifle and descending the stairs, leaving behind a sharp and agile figure in a black windbreaker.

Not one to be outdone, Pei Shinian jumped into the building, aimed, and took out the player hiding in the building opposite who had been sneakily firing shots.

While the enemy’s teammate hadn’t come to assist, Pei Shinian jumped out of the window, rushed to the third floor of the opposite building, eliminated the person, and found the teammate hiding in another room, engaging in a showdown.

He cleared a few people inside the building, while Brother J took care of a few outside.

All enemies at the airport were wiped out, and the scene returned to tranquility.

Teaming up with a matched skill-level player in duos was enjoyable. Pei Shinian thought that if Qin Fang didn’t have time, he could play with this person more often.

As the danger zone shrunk outside the airport, Pei Shinian wasn’t in a rush. He casually licked his lollipop, saying, “Brother J, don’t worry, relying on strength, brother won’t drag you down. What’s the point of falling in love? It makes one seem unwanted. Mortals are shallow; these days, being single is the way to go. Having a partner only slows down my shooting.”

Since he didn’t know who this was, Pei Shinian had received too much unwanted romantic talk from everywhere recently and couldn’t help but vent a few complaints to himself.

After venting, he pushed aside the slight loneliness in his heart and went out of the airport to find a vehicle.

Suddenly, the team’s voice chat rang with a powerful female voice, “Nice play!”

Pei Shinian found a two-person motorcycle, glanced at the indifferent nickname, and found it amusing paired with the female voice package. Pei Shinian chuckled, “Love sweet-talking brothers like you. Hop on; if you’re a brother, let’s win together!”

Pei Shinian and Brother J played duos until sunrise, winning several chicken dinners together.

Pei Shinian had debuted after high school. It had been a while since he had this much fun. Despite staying up all night, he was still wide awake and not a bit tired, sitting on the bed spiritedly.

Brother J hardly sent any voice messages later on, maybe he was already too sleepy but didn’t want to bail out, thinking Pei Shinian was having so much fun.

Pei Shinian also didn’t want to continue keeping someone up. They agreed to play together another time and, reminiscing about the excitement of the game, he exited.

Having just finished filming a movie, his agent hadn’t arranged any shoots for him these days.

As a heavy mobile phone user, Pei Shinian never parted with his phone even when washing his face and brushing his teeth. He wore loose sleeping pants and checked WeChat while doing so.

Muye had responded to his birthday wishes.

[MY: Thanks, I’ll invite them both to dinner tonight.]

After a night of enjoyable gaming, the faint sadness of not being responded to instantly was completely cured.

Pei Shinian forgave his elder brother’s short memory and replied instantly: [OKKK, a few days ago, I got a friend to help me with some good wine. I’ll bring it over tonight.]

Bai Xingyu, who usually wakes up early, also replied: [Wrong chat. You’re right, it’s not your fault for not finding a partner. As an older brother, I also have a responsibility.]

Can you be blocked just for a mistaken message?

Pei Shinian laughed.

But being soothed by Bai Xingyu for a couple of sentences showed that he, Pei Shinian, was also someone of importance.

Pei Shinian chose to forgive.

[Pei Shinian: Being on my own is quite fine. Brother, don’t worry about it. Brother Ye said to come over for drinks tonight; are you guys free?]

[Bai Xinyu: I’m free today. I need to take Brother Lu to the hospital in the daytime.]

[Pei Shinian: Brother Lu is sick?]

[Bai Xingyu: Just a minor scrape.]

[Pei Shinian: …Did you hit him again?]

[Bai Xingyu: Just a gentle kick last night, and this morning the guy started claiming injuries!]

[Pei Shinian: …]

That gentle kick of yours, could it snap a utility pole?

[Pei Shinian: …Hurry and take him; don’t delay [sweating emoji]]

After receiving replies from his brothers, suddenly, even the sunlight outside seemed brighter.

Thinking about the evening’s gathering, Pei Shinian rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, lay back in bed, and hugged a cute sister anime-themed pillow, scrolling through social media to help himself fall asleep.

Goddess Kun Yu’an updated her moments: [Brother made breakfast for me ❤️]

Brother? Where did the goddess get a brother from?

Pei Shinian stared blankly at his phone, the faintly upturned corner of his mouth gradually straightened from the earlier joy.

Dang, even his goddess is off the market now…

He only added her on WeChat, hasn’t even got the goddess’s phone number… Who did that shameless move so quickly?

Pei Shinian unwillingly clicked on the photo.

The man’s back looked somewhat familiar, with sharp jawlines and a side profile emitting an unapproachable coldness. He was wearing gray home clothes, frying eggs at the kitchen counter. Although his face wasn’t visible, judging by his body shape and demeanor, he was surely good-looking, seemed a bit taller than him, and had well-trained arms and chest muscles.

Does the goddess like this type?

Pei Shinian regretfully touched his own chest muscles. If only he had worked out a bit more…

As a faithful but hidden fan of the male goddess, Pei Shinian felt a bit sour. His gaze shifted, landing unintentionally on the back of the hand leaning on the marble kitchen counter in the photo.

The next moment, he abruptly sat up from the bed.

“D*rn!”

That guy surnamed Jing actually got together with his goddess?!

Always sporting a sour face and mocking others, what right did he have?!

Pei Shinian took a deep breath, a strong feeling of jealousy rising within him.

Pei Shinian was extremely unwilling and unusually heartbroken.

He had never experienced this feeling in his life, as if he had seen a delicate flower trampled by a donkey.

The goddess must have been deceived by this guy’s facade!

What’s good about this kind of cold, heartless sarcastic man? Pei Shinian had seen Jing scold a young actress to tears on set several times, nearly reducing even a grown man like him to tears.

His hero complex made Pei Shinian’s blood boil. He decisively picked up his phone, entered Kun Yuan’an’s WeChat, and bravely initiated their first conversation after adding each other on WeChat.

[Pei Shinian: Hi Yuan’an, good morning.]

[Kun Yuan’an: Morning, Brother!]

Straightforward and clueless about beating around the bush, Pei Shinian asked directly: [I heard you’re in a relationship?]

After asking, Pei Shinian nervously stared at his phone.

[Kun Yuan’an: Haha, yes.]

Pei Shinian: “…………………….”

…

That night, at Mu Ye’s birthday party, the five friends gathered.

Song Jianchu noticed that Pei Shinian seemed downcast, no longer smiling, just drinking quietly.

“Are you okay?” Song Jianchu asked, concerned, as he sat down next to him.

Pei Shinian sighed, shook his head, and took another sip of his drink.

Bai Xingyu glanced over. “What’s wrong? Did you get banned from the game or something?”

Pei Shinian said, “No.”

Bai Xingyu said, “Then why the long face?”

Mu Ye took Pei Shinian’s cup away and poured him a drink, thinking for a moment. “Is it because of me being born?”

Pei Shinian said, “…No. I just suddenly felt a bit sad.”

Lu Shen, rarely showing concern, asked, “What’s making you sad?”

Pei Shinian waved his hand in melancholy. “Don’t mind me, go on with your fun.”

Mu Ye looked at him worriedly, speaking gently, “Don’t be too upset.”

Pei Shinian forced out a smile. “I’m really okay.”

Mu Ye nodded.

“Chu Chu, come here,” Mu Ye patted the chair beside him, calling Song Jianchu back.

Song Jianchu hesitated for a moment before getting up. “Oh.”

Everyone continued drinking and chatting, and no one bothered him anymore.

Pei Shinian: “…………”

Seriously, man.

Pei Shinian, feeling lonely, sat in a corner holding a bottle of alcohol, looking at the two pairs of lovers in front of him. When he lowered his head, the mint actually sneaked a piece of shrimp from his plate.

Pei Shinian: “…………….”

At that moment, Pei Shinian suddenly felt like the loneliest single guy in the world.

After drinking a few bottles, Pei Shinian drunkenly lay on the table, still unable to figure it out.

What’s good about that guy surnamed Jing? What did the goddess see in him?

Did she like his sour expression? Liked that he couldn’t speak properly?

Apart from being slightly taller and having a slightly better physique, what was better about that guy compared to him?

Pei Shinian left the party feeling disheartened. Muye and Song Jianchu were about to rest, while Bai Xingyu walked with his arm around him, turning his head to look at him suspiciously. “Hey, you okay? Need to crash at my place?”

Lu Shen with a hint of disdain in his tone, said, “Not worth the trouble.”

“Brother…” Pei Shinian hung his head.

Bai Xingyu casually responded.

“I’ve just broken up.” Pei Shinian muttered softly, sniffing sadly.

“What?” Bai Xingyu didn’t hear properly. “Say that again?”

“Lost a love,” Lu Shen translated.

“This silly kid.” Bai Xingyu didn’t take it seriously. “Just talking nonsense when drunk.”

“I want…” Pei Shinian squinted, unwillingly saying, “I want to stop being single!”

Lu Shen sneered.

“I want to interfere in someone else’s relationship!” Pei Shinian finally made up his mind. He absolutely couldn’t let his goddess fall into the hands of a bad guy! His goddess needed his rescue!

“Fine, interfere.” Bai Xingyu lazily replied to the drunken Pei Shinian, “But uninstall the game first.”

Pei Shinian was somewhat reluctant, “Do I really have to uninstall it?”

“What decent girl can tolerate her boyfriend being addicted to games all the time?” Bai Xingyu said, “Choose between the game and your girlfriend.”

If it were any other girl, Pei Shinian would definitely choose the game. How could any girl be more fun than a game?

But she was the goddess of a homebody.

Pei Shinian hesitated all the way, escorted home by Bai Xingyu, still contemplating as he lay on the bed.

A bit sobered up by the breeze, Pei Shinian lay on his pillow, his face flushed with alcohol. He lazily picked up his phone, habitually opened the game, intending to consider things while playing. Perhaps these were the last few rounds he could play freely.

Struggling with his blurry consciousness, he scrolled through his game friends list and noticed that J, the divine teammate he had just met last night, was currently idle.

Thinking about just finding a soulmate in the game and having to bid farewell to it, Pei Shinian felt even worse.

Just as he sent a team invitation, J joined the team instantly.

“Good evening, J.” Pei Shinian lay on the pillow and greeted in a hoarse voice.

J still didn’t turn on the mic, replying via text: “Good evening.”

Pei Shinian breathed heavily and lazily said, “J, I’ve had a bit to drink, so I might not be stable.”

J: “Mm.”

Having witnessed J’s amazing gameplay in the game, even though J was aloof, there was an aura of a powerful person about him that was completely different from those who just showed off on the surface.

Did girls all like guys who showed off?

Looking at the silent yet reliable new gaming companion on the game interface, Pei Shinian became depressed once again.

If only the goddess also liked playing games.

He didn’t have much experience in reality in picking up girls; he might not be able to deceive Jing in particular.

But with the gaming skills he had honed over the years, pretending in the game would be a piece of cake, wouldn’t it?

Feeling heavy from the alcohol, Pei Shinian couldn’t be bothered to skydive and selected ‘follow’: “Lead the way, J. I’ll rely on you tonight, buddy, let me chill.”

The dark-clothed man silently guided his character to parachute down. Taking care of him now that he was useless, he didn’t drop him into the fiery zone where there were many people, but aimed for a remote area where they could hide.

Pei Shinian lay with his face against the pillow, his mind fuzzy. “J, why can’t you turn on your mic?”

“Yesterday, I forgot to ask, who are you?”

“Do you know who I am? The most handsome guy in the Milky Way, Pei Shinian. Have you heard of me?”

“Why aren’t you speaking? Don’t be shy, brother.”

“Don’t worry, I’m straight. I was joking with you yesterday, I’m not into that stuff.”

The teammate’s voice remained silent for a while.

People who drank too much had dumb minds. Pei Shinian was just following along parachuting, not even controlling his character. Thinking there might be a problem with their communication method, Pei Shinian began spamming voice messages, trying to communicate equally with J using the same method.

A dignified female voice began looping in the team’s voice chat.

“Please open your microphone for communication!”

“Please open your microphone for communication!”

“Please open your microphone for communication!”

In the midst of this series of idiotic and silly “Please open your microphone for communication,” J’s figure in mid-air seemed to shake like it was caught in a gust of wind.

Finally, the drunken lunatic successfully landed safely with his tipsy teammate.

Pei Shinian found it amusing and continued to chat nonsense on the mic.

Drunks just found things fun, entertaining themselves, and didn’t actually force others to turn on their mics.

After landing, there was suddenly a bit of background noise in the team’s voice chat.

“…Brother, did you see a blue envelope?”

Pei Shinian had just entered a deserted house in the wilderness, determined despite his wounds, picking up resources with his brain that felt like paste, molded by years of gaming.

Hearing the faint voice, he froze at the door.

“???”

Wait a minute, that voice just now… Brother J was a girl?

Before he could finish doubting his ears, the in-game voice chat became clearer: “…Ah, never mind, mom found it.”

“!!!!!!”

Fully understanding the familiar sweet voice, Pei Shinian’s game character stood at the door of the desolate little house, feeling thunderstruck.

Brother J…

Was the goddess?!!

With this realization, Pei Shinian slowly turned around, watching his comrade running towards him from not far away, wearing an assertive level-three black helmet, looking weary and dusty.

His hand shook, and instantly, he was half sober from the alcohol.

Pei Shinian, in a near-death state of shock, sat up abruptly, grabbing his hair and starting to recall.

D*mn. Crap… Holy hell!

Wait a minute…

What the heck did he blabber just now?

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Side Story (3) : Mu Ye’s Birthday

Unknowingly, it was nearing the end of September.

The 25th of September was Mu Ye’s birthday.

All the fans were praying for a birthday fan meet this year.

This was the first time Song Jianchu celebrated Mu Ye’s birthday since they had been together.

Previously, when he was just an ordinary fan, Song Jianchu attended one of Mu Ye’s birthday fan meets. He had just gone abroad for studies and won a ticket, specifically taking leave to fly back to China. That was the only time he ever took leave during his student days.

Back then, Mu Ye was 23 years old, and he felt different from how he is now. Standing in front of him, there wasn’t a flaw visible, dazzling enough to instill a sense of awe, as if there was an innate barrier isolating him from others.

Like all the other fans, he was asked for his name by Mu Ye and had a brief conversation. However, on that day, with so many people and wearing a mask, Mu Ye probably didn’t remember him.

The filming of the movie had reached its final stage. The preparations for its release were getting busier, and Song Jianchu hadn’t had a proper day alone with Mu Ye for a long time.

After wrapping up the final scene, Song Jianchu gathered all the main cast for dinner. At his brother’s request, Pei Shinian helped Song Jianchu to hold his liquor.

Although his body had almost completely recovered, maintaining this hard-won health was more important. Under Mu Ye’s supervision, Song Jianchu’s current lifestyle habits were much healthier than those of his peers.

Pei Shinian and those party animals were like rookies compared to others, but among ordinary people, they could hold their liquor well. As the lead actor, he drank a lot, but his face didn’t change much.

After dealing with the toasts, Pei Shinian sat down beside Song Jianchu with a glass of wine, “Is Brother Ye still abroad?”

“Yeah.” After replying to Mu Ye’s message, Song Jianchu looked up, “Has Director Jing toasted yet?”

“In a while. He’s surrounded by a group of girls; I think he’d do well if he switched careers to acting. He looks like a wallflower but knows how to steal the spotlight.”

“No conflicts between you guys?” Song Jianchu casually asked, “Don’t leave a bad impression; we might have to cooperate in the future.”

“I know, I’m not an ignorant newcomer.” Pei Shinian brushed it off and nudged him with his shoulder, “Jianchu, my brother’s birthday is next week, you know?”

Due to this movie, their relationship had swiftly escalated. They were now like close brothers who could talk about anything. In these past few months, Song Jianchu had spent even more time with Pei Shinian than with Mu Ye.

Mu Ye was in the middle of rehearsals for the upcoming concert; it was still noon.

[MY: Don’t stay up too late, video call when you get home?]

Song Jianchu paused for a moment, replied with an “OK” expression, and nodded, “Understood.”

“What are your plans for him? You could also invite Star and Road Bros; it’s been a while since we all got together,” Pei Shinian suggested.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Song Jianchu lowered his eyes, pondering. Curiously, he asked, “How did you guys celebrate his birthday before?”

“Just drinking, an all-nighter.” Pei Shinian leaned back on the sofa, arm resting, and laughed, “Let me tell you, Brother Ye is now behaving in front of you. He used to be wild for real; couldn’t live without booze. I was worried about his health for a while.”

“…”

Putting away his phone, Song Jianchu raised an eyebrow, “He used to binge drink often? When did it start?”

Pei Shinian blinked, suspecting he might have said something wrong, laughed awkwardly, and bumped him with his shoulder, “When I first met him, he was already like that. I was quite surprised back then. That’s why Brother Ming later kept a strict eye on him, not because his behavior was an issue, mainly to prevent him from ending up in the hospital.”

Actually, after formally getting to know Mu Ye, Song Jianchu hadn’t witnessed him binge drinking. Occasionally having a little more to drink didn’t classify as binge drinking in his opinion.

People who are addicted to alcohol often have some psychological issues, but Mu Ye seemed to have no reason at all to binge drink.

Even in Song Jianchu’s view, Mu Ye was the person with the best mentality he had ever met. Faced with any problem, Mu Ye always seemed calm and was adept at finding joy in life and healing others.

Mu Ye was a gentle yet powerful person.

This was one of the things that attracted Song Jianchu the most and had subtly become his standard for self-expectation.

Song Jianchu looked at the usual conversation in the chat box and furrowed his brows.

He suddenly realized that he might have never really understood Mu Ye.

Even now, when Mu Ye occasionally held him quietly, he couldn’t guess what was on Mu Ye’s mind.

Song Jianchu rarely dwelled on the age gap between them, but the fact remained that there might indeed be a significant generation gap between him and Mu Ye. For instance, as an elder brother, Mu Ye never voluntarily talked to him about his troubles. He listened more when they conversed. In this relationship, Mu Ye had always played the role of a guide and provided a sense of security.

Song Jianchu suddenly remembered when they coincidentally met on the rooftop of a bar a year ago, Mu Ye was standing there, looking down at the city. Recalling it now, Mu Ye’s silhouette at that time seemed somewhat lonely and inexplicably desolate.

What was he thinking about then?

On the 24th of September, Mu Ye returned after finishing the concert abroad.

Song Jianchu put aside his work and drove to the airport to pick him up.

Gu Jiaming didn’t disturb the couple’s reunion; he left with his assistant first.

In the car, Mu Ye hugged him tightly for a while, exhaled deeply, completely relaxed, and lazily asked with his chin resting on his shoulder, “Did you miss me?”

Song Jianchu was charging up Mu Ye.

It had been a long time since he was surrounded by the familiar warmth and fragrance. His heart beat fast, and he calmly replied, “I do.”

Mu Ye smiled, released him, fastened his seatbelt in the passenger seat, and asked, “Has the filming finished?”

Song Jianchu drove out of the parking lot and smirked, “Yep, feeling hungry? Let’s grab something before heading home.”

Mu Ye silently observed him, tilting his head, reached out to pat his head, and grinned, “Chu Chu, you seem to have grown again.”

Song Jianchu replied, “Had a physical check-up a few days ago and gained another centimeter.”

Mu Ye raised an eyebrow, gazing at him for a few seconds. “Darling, you won’t end up taller than me, will you?”

That was highly unlikely.

Mu Ye stood tall at 188 cm, and at nineteen, Song Jianchu’s growth wasn’t as rapid anymore. Surpassing Mu Ye would indeed be challenging.

But boys were always competitive. Song Jianchu earnestly said, “I’ll try.”

“Then I’ll have to figure something out too.” Mu Ye’s expression turned serious, adding playfully, “It won’t look good if the elder brother is shorter than the younger one. I might have to tiptoe to kiss you.”

An amusing scene formed instantly.

Unable to hold back, Song Jianchu’s lips twitched.

Mu Ye chuckled softly, his voice low and alluring due to the fatigue of the past few days.

This time, Song Jianchu went for a dinner date with Mu Ye at the city’s finest restaurant.

Tonight, there were no other customers, no need for masks.

Handing over the car to a parking attendant, Song Jianchu and Mu Ye stepped into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Mu Ye pushed him against the pristine metal wall, cradled his chin, and kissed him gently. Caressing his lower lip, Mu Ye playfully rubbed his forehead against Song Jianchu’s and hoarsely asked, “Booked the room?”

“Staying wherever.” Feeling the long-lost intimacy, Song Jianchu controlled his breath and said, “The restaurant and hotel are yours.”

“?” Mu Ye tilted his head slightly, pondered, and didn’t recall owning them.

Puzzled by Mu Ye’s reaction, Song Jianchu hesitated, “Don’t like it?”

Mu Ye’s lips tightened slowly, a hint of complexity in his eyes. “Chu Chu, doing this might make me feel like I’m still under your care.”

Song Jianchu tensed up instantly and hurriedly explained, “I just didn’t know what else to get; don’t overthink it.”

He had thought about it for a long time.

Mu Ye lacked nothing, and he wasn’t good at those romantic things. Practical gifts seemed better. Also, their marriage lacked legal protection. In case… Mu Ye wouldn’t suffer.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Mu Ye looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, held his hand and interlocked their fingers, suddenly asking, “Do you want to go abroad with your brother for the marriage certificate?”

To obtain a legally binding certificate abroad, they would have to immigrate.

Song Jianchu had considered it but felt it wasn’t necessary. Not wanting to dampen the mood, he didn’t refuse directly. “Let’s discuss it later.”

The elevator doors opened, and Mu Ye playfully pecked him, “No rush, let’s first enjoy the company of our benefactor.”

They had dinner overlooking the city’s night skyline. Mu Ye had a bit of alcohol, so Song Jianchu accompanied him to the rooftop to enjoy the breeze and the view.

It felt like going back to that day.

The city’s dazzling lights were warm and bright, resembling another sky of stars fallen from the night. Countless tiny dots of light intermingled harmoniously in an irregular yet coherent dance, their eternal glow overshadowing the passage of time.

Song Jianchu observed the person beside him, quietly gazing at the distant lights.

The cool autumn breeze tousled the man’s black short hair, partially covering his eyes. The white light from a nearby billboard cast a cold hue on his skin, the rays delving deep into his beautiful gray eyes, making them gleam brightly as he gazed into the distance. The shirt collar, gently fluttering in the wind, emitted an elegant and charming aura.

Unconsciously, Song Jianchu found himself lost in observation.

Mu Ye’s appearance was always something one could never get used to, and staring at it for extended periods only deepened the enchantment.

Only Mu Ye could make Song Jianchu, who had little appreciation for beauty, experience what it felt like to be mesmerized by a man’s allure.

On many nights, he felt he was engrossed due to Mu Ye’s seduction.

But upon sober reflection, Mu Ye hadn’t really done anything.

He only needed to maintain his natural presence, and that alone was enough to provoke everyone’s primal instincts with his inherent charm.

Suddenly, Mu Ye’s gaze shifted, gently turning to Song Jianchu, lazily smiling in the breeze.

Song Jianchu heard his own heartbeat thudding unabashedly.

Mu Ye reached out, lightly tapping the silver bracelet on Song Jianchu’s wrist, slightly intoxicated, and asked, “Will you always wear this?”

Song Jianchu glanced at the bracelet on his wrist. “Hmm.”

Unknowingly, he had grown accustomed to its presence.

“Teacher Mu.” In certain conversations, Song Jianchu subconsciously used this address. Not only were the fans curious, but he had also wanted to ask for a long time, “Does this bracelet have any special meaning?”

Mu Ye had been wearing this bracelet since his debut, perhaps even longer, already becoming a symbol of his identity.

“It didn’t have any meaning at first.” Mu Ye turned around, leaned against the railing, held his hand, and looked at his wrist, “During high school, when I traveled abroad, I saw it in a handicraft store and bought it. It looked really nice, didn’t it.”

Song Jianchu nodded.

Indeed, Mu Ye looked great with it before.

Mu Ye continued, “But after wearing it for a long time, it became a kind of reminder.”

“A reminder?”

“Yeah.” Mu Ye said calmly, “Perhaps due to my illness when I was young, even as I grew up, I often felt emotionally depressed, always unable to control my wandering thoughts. Before I got into music, I did a few foolish things.”

Song Jianchu reacted with surprise, his eyes widening.

Mu Ye had never talked about these things before.

Song Jianchu had a feeling this was the first time Mu Ye had spoken about it to anyone.

Mu Ye pinched his fingers, soothingly smiled, and said, “Wearing such a beautiful thing reminds me not to soil it. Every time I look down and see it, it’s a warning to myself.”

At that moment, Song Jianchu suddenly realized what Mu Ye had given him.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, feeling a slight warmth behind his eyelids.

His fingers, held tightly by Mu Ye, trembled slightly.

Song Jianchu gripped Mu Ye’s shirt, pressing his eyes against his shoulder.

At midnight on the billboard, Song Jianchu restrained his emotions and hugged Mu Ye tightly, “Happy birthday.”

Mu Ye hugged him back, kissed his ear, and thanked him.

Song Jianchu tightened his hold on Mu Ye’s shirt, his eyes marked his shoulders.

In the hotel’s top-floor suite, clothes scattered from the entrance to the bed.

Mu Ye’s kisses were filled with tenderness, touching his eyelashes and nose, exploring every inch of him.

Song Jianchu asked, “Teacher Mu, are you still unhappy now?”

Mu Ye took his hand and pressed it against his open-shirted chest.

Song Jianchu felt the violent heartbeat, getting faster and faster, resonating with his own.

Mu Ye looked into his eyes and said seriously, “Every day I spend with you, I’m happy. I’ve never been this happy.”

Song Jianchu raised his chin and kissed the corner of Mu Ye’s mouth.

He knew Mu Ye was speaking the truth.

“So, darling, you don’t need to give me anything else.” Mu Ye leaned down to hug him, contentedly saying, “You’re the best gift I’ve received in my twenty-six years.”

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