The blind bathing service ended, and Song Jianchu carried the person into the bedroom.
Feeling exhausted from pretending to be a blind person, he quickly changed the person into new pajamas, covered them with a blanket, and gently closed the door.
Resting against the door for a few seconds, he went to the kitchen and made a cup of honey water with the honey he had just bought. He then went back to the bedroom and placed it on the bedside.
As he turned around, Song Jianchu paused for a moment. He hesitated, then silently squatted down by the bed, supporting his face with his hand and carefully observing the sleeping person’s face.
The man lay on his side on the bed, with one hand on the side of his face.
Mu Ye had long eyelashes.
There is a mole on Mu Ye’s collarbone…
Song Jianchu blushed and quickly averted his gaze, then got up and left the room.
After staying up until late last night, Song Jianchu had slept in another bedroom.
When Yin Chi called, he had only slept for a few hours and couldn’t open his eyes. He reached out from under the blanket to answer the phone, his voice hoarse: “Are you afraid I can’t afford an alarm clock that you have to wake me up so early?”
Yin Chi said, “Wake up quickly. You and your male god are on the hot search.”
Song Jianchu mumbled with closed eyes, “What do I care…”
Suddenly becoming alert, he sat up with his phone in hand and looked towards the door, asking, “What happened?”
“Did you bring Mu Ye back to the house in the Second Ring Road last night?”
Song Jianchu was taken aback.
“Brother, you’re awesome,” praised Yin Chi. “All the hard work at the bureau wasn’t for nothing. Your driving skills have improved tremendously.”
“Get to the point, don’t say anything else,” said Song Jianchu, running his hand through his messy hair and furrowing his brows. “Did someone take a photo of us?”
“It’s not that serious,” said Yin Chi. “Someone in your complex posted the pictures on Weibo. They’re a bit far away, so they’re not very clear, but I recognized you two right away.”
Song Jianchu immediately opened Weibo.
He didn’t have to search very hard; as soon as he opened the app, the pictures that had been reposted on the popular page were right in front of him.
Rank 6 on the trending list: #handsome guys playing in the water late at night
[Xiaozhu doesn’t save money: Last night, I caught two handsome guys playing in the complex’s fish pond. What a great thing to do at night [smiling face with heart-shaped eyes][pictures][pictures][pictures][pictures]]
Presumably, it was taken by a homeowner in one of the high-rise buildings in the complex. The few pictures were taken from a distance and didn’t show their faces clearly.
They only made it onto the trending list because the scene of two handsome guys playing in the water at night was so beautiful, and they had nothing to do with the actual two people involved.
Song Jianchu breathed a sigh of relief and clicked on each picture.
“Brother, it’s not me,” Yin Chi also looked at them and couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m telling you, you two are celebrities now. Show a little restraint. How can you still be playing in the fish pond in such cold weather? Hmm…this position is quite advanced.”
Song Jianchu closed his eyes for a moment. “It’s not what you think…”
Yin Chi knowingly interrupted him. “No need to explain. You’ve grown up, brother understand.”
Song Jianchu: “…”
Song Jianchu was too lazy to explain further.
He was a bit worried and asked, “Can we delete the post from the trending list?”
“Not necessary to delete it, since we didn’t get a clear shot of their face anyway,” Yin Chi said, “Deleting it too hastily will only make it more suspicious and the netizens will be more likely to speculate. Just be careful when Mu Ye leaves your place, don’t get caught on camera again.”
After hanging up the phone, Song Jianchu couldn’t fall asleep and got up to the living room with his phone.
As he was considering whether to have Mu Ye call his manager to pick him up earlier, he noticed that the door to the guest room was open.
There was no one on the bed, and the pajamas and duvet were neatly folded and placed on the bed.
Song Jianchu was stunned and went in for a closer look. The clothes that had been washed and dried and placed in a paper bag were gone, and only an empty cup of honey water remained on the bedside table.
A note was pressed under the cup.
Song Jianchu walked over and picked it up.
“I’m sorry to have caused you trouble. I have some work to do this afternoon, so I’m leaving now. We’ll discuss things on WeChat. Thanks for last night, the honey water was delicious.”
Song Jianchu: “……”
He had already left.
Well, it’s understandable. Celebrities should be very cautious about these things, so there was no need for him to worry.
Song Jianchu lowered his eyes, and the air still had a hint of warmth from Mu Ye’s body temperature.
After standing in the suddenly empty room for a few seconds, he put the note back under the cup and turned to the kitchen.
The koi that he had bought last night was still temporarily placed in the sink.
Song Jianchu stared at the red fish for a while, then took out his phone and ordered a set of fish-keeping supplies from a food delivery app.
The warm morning sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Song Jianchu sat lazily on the sofa, sipping coffee and scrolling through the comments on Weibo’s hot search.
【Haha, boys playing in the water are really exciting.】
【There’s a type of handsome guy called “contour handsome guy”, just by looking at their outline you know they must be handsome, these two are just like that.】
【Wise men don’t speak vulgar language, but their position is very good.】
【Tsk, I’m shown this kind of thing early in the morning, can the blogger post a high-definition uncensored picture???】
Song Jianchu: “…”
After briefly scanning the comment section and seeing that there were no highly rated comments mentioning Mu Ye, he became completely calm. He took a sip of coffee and continued scrolling down absentmindedly.
There were also one or two sharp-eyed netizens.
【Is it just me or do these two look familiar? The one on top looks like the Demon King’s little brother? And the one on the bottom looks like… his idol?】
This comment had very few likes, but there were over two hundred nested replies.
Song Jianchu clicked on it, only to be overwhelmed by the page of “Ha” characters. He moved his phone further away, squinted his eyes, and looked for normal comments amidst the flood of “Ha” characters.
【Hahahahahaha, sister, you’re really funny.】
【I’m moved by a comment, thank you good sister for supporting the dream of the Demon King’s brother with [candle].】
【I didn’t dare to say what I was afraid of being laughed at, but someone actually said it, so I respect the brave sister who speaks her mind. [flower]】
【Sorry for borrowing the comment section! Stray Night Sight CP fans are searching the whole internet for a cult organization!】
The corners of Song Jianchu’s mouth sank slightly.
Exiting the comments, he felt inexplicably annoyed.
He opened his private messages on Daily 999, intending to engage in a confrontation with a couple of haters. He randomly clicked on one message and a few images suddenly popped up.
Song Jianchu’s eyelids twitched.
【I’m for the Devil King 666: Stinky treasure! Look at what I found!!】
【I’m for the Devil King 666: [Pictures][Pictures]】
【I’m for the Devil King 666: Mommy found dream material for you! Isn’t it just like you and your male god?!】
【I’m for the Devil King 666: No need to thank me! Mommy loves you!】
Song Jianchu’s face darkened, and he directly interacted with the fan using a harmonious and friendly verb. Expressionless, he swiftly blocked the user.
[WeChat group chat: Hope Brother Ye is okay (4)]
[Pei Shinian: Have you seen the hot search? Did that Devil King fanboy actually snatch Brother Ye away?]
[Your Lord Bai: What time did you guys stop drinking yesterday?]
[Lu: Ten o’clock.]
[Your Lord Bai: ?]
[Your Lord Bai: @Lu, did your cold get better? Weren’t you the one who told me that you stayed home and didn’t go out last night?]
[Lu: …]
[Your Lord Bai: Okay [smile]]
[Pei Shinian: [Wiping sweat] Brothers, let’s put our family matters aside for now.]
[Pei Shinian: Yesterday, Brother Ye seemed quite sober when he left, so I didn’t bother him. It’s already this late and I still can’t contact him. I hope nothing happened to him.]
[Your Lord Bai: What kind of trouble could a grown man get into? Maybe he just fell asleep on the side of the road and woke up and went home on his own.]
[Pei Shinian: …]
[Pei Shinian: The person trending online looks so much like Brother Ye. What if it really is him and he’s doing some kind of performance art? I’m afraid Brother Jiaming won’t be able to handle it this time…]
[Lu: Let him learn his lesson.]
[Pei Shinian: Brother Jiaming called me!! What do I do, I’m too scared to answer [Crying][Crying]]
Gu Jiaming spent the night drinking with Brother Ye at his house, but couldn’t reach him by phone. He gritted his teeth and dialed Pei Shinian’s number again by the window.
The fingerprint lock on the door sounded with a light and cheerful tune as it unlocked.
“You still know how to come back, do you remember we have a promotional photo shoot this afternoon?” Gu Jiaming hung up the phone and turned around to look at his superstar who was changing clothes in the closet. “Where did you go last night? Did you break into the liquor cabinet again?”
“The lock you bought didn’t seem very sturdy, so I couldn’t resist.” Mu Ye apologized proactively. “I’m sorry, don’t be angry, I will reflect on myself.”
Gu Jiaming: “…”
The boss’s apology to his employee was so sincere.
Gu Jiaming softened his heart and held back a lot of words.
Actually, Gu Jiaming wasn’t really angry. He wanted Mu Ye to quit drinking mainly because he was worried about his health. Making music consumes a lot of inspiration, and most musicians have a drinking problem to some degree. Some even touch various taboo substances in search of inspiration. For his top-tier musician, quitting drinking on his own was already considered a clean and fresh start in the industry.
Mu Ye made his debut at the age of 17 with an original album. As a genius musician, every song he wrote was highly anticipated by his fans. Gu Jiaming knew that he had more pressure in his creative process than anyone else.
Moreover, he had been sober for two months this time, which was already a record-breaking achievement.
Gu Jiaming walked to the outside of the closet and looked at the person inside with a sigh, his tone softened: “Where did you sleep last night? You don’t recognize the bed, did you not sleep well away from home? Sleep at home next time, I can’t afford to anger the boss.”
Mu Ye changed his shirt and, not knowing what came to mind, smiled with lowered eyes: “At a friend’s house, slept well.”
Indeed, he slept very well.
The massage given by the little fanboy during his bath was very comfortable, the mattress in the bedroom was also good, and he was the first time he got drunk and didn’t feel tired.
“You only have a few friends in those circles. I looked for you everywhere last night, did you make any new friends?” Gu Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief and said, “It’s a good thing it wasn’t you. I almost had a heart attack.”
“What?” Mu Ye tilted his head.
“A hot search came out this morning, and the picture scared me at first glance. I thought one of the people in it was you.” Gu Jiaming laughed when he remembered, “Two guys were playing in the fish pond in the residential area in the middle of the night. Young people these days really know how to have fun.”
Mu Ye took the phone that Gu Jiaming handed him and glanced at it, hooked his lips and handed it back naturally: “Indeed.”
In the nanny car that went to the studio, Mu Ye put on one of his earphones and said, “Let’s go pick up Peppermint first.”
“Yes, Peppermint should be discharged today, right?” Gu Jiaming turned around in front and said, “Let’s go pick up your cat daughter first, and let the assistant take care of her in the lounge during the shoot later.”
Mu Ye put on his other earphone, leaned back against the seat, and closed his eyes.
Not knowing what came to mind, his lips curled slightly, and his fingertips rhythmically tapped on the armrest.
A few minutes later, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
He slowly opened his eyes and picked up the phone.
It was a picture sent over WeChat.
A red carp swimming in a huge transparent fish tank.
[Song Jianchu: If you have time, you can come and get your fish.]
Mu Ye absentmindedly brushed his thumb over the seemingly leisurely fish, a shallow smile melting into his cool-colored eyes.
Two seconds later, a new message popped up.
[Song Jianchu: Sign the agreement while you’re at it.]