Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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“Stop!” A roar erupted under the scorching sun.

As Ran Lin was about to leave, he halted, slowly turning around.

He faced a young man in his early twenties, traces of youthful naivety still lingering in his eyes, but his presence was intense and powerful. Especially now, standing in the fierce and dazzling sunlight of high summer, he seemed almost to radiate a wild, hormonal charisma that made men envy and women swoon.

As their eyes met, the man suddenly charged forward and threw a punch without warning!

Caught off guard, Ran Lin didn’t even have time to dodge.

The fist touched his chin, then… lightly brushed past.

Ran Lin stood there, the intended reactions of dodging, wincing in pain, and gasping all stuck due to the feather-light punch, leaving him emotionally complex.

“Cut—”

As expected, Director He Guan was exasperated.

“Yan Cheng, what’s the matter with you? Is that supposed to be a punch or a caress?”

He Guan was genuinely furious, and the entire crew could tell, but no one could blame the director.

Everyone knew that Ran Lin was hard to hire these past two years. It wasn’t just a matter of his rising rates but also his increasing inclination towards privacy. Outside of his film shoots, he seemed to vanish from the entertainment world altogether, rarely appearing on variety shows or in gossip news, with his Weibo updates becoming rarer, even helping friends with promotions only occasionally, much to the delight of his fans and followers.

From a relatively unknown actor struggling in the industry to one who could focus on acting according to his own terms, Ran Lin’s journey had been challenging but steadfast.

At first, many doubted his decision to reduce public appearances. After all, the entertainment industry moves fast, and fans’ affections shift rapidly from one star to another. Without regular public appearances, the only thing waiting is oblivion.

Yet every time Ran Lin was about to fade from public view, he’d return with a powerful performance that recaptured everyone’s attention.

Some said it was luck that he signed with a company that knew how to plan and manage his career for the long term. Others claimed it was his natural talent; as long as he showed up on screen, people would fall for him again.

Ran Lin never responded to these speculations. He just focused on his acting and his life.

Such a character, making a cameo in a film out of sheer goodwill, you’d know he’s doing it as a favor to the director. It’s said he didn’t even charge a fee, simply out of gratitude for the support he received for <Dyeing Fire> back in the day.

With someone so modest and cooperative, filming in the scorching heat, and yet after seven takes, the scene still wasn’t right. It was no wonder the director’s face couldn’t hold the frustration, and the entire crew was too scared to breathe.

“How many times have I told you? If you’re going to punch, really punch, but pull back the force at the last moment, don’t start retracting before you even finish!” The director called Yan Cheng over and repeated what he had already said seven times with increasing frustration.

This was Ran Lin’s last scene for the cameo, which was supposed to wrap up by noon. Now it was three in the afternoon, with no break in between, not even for lunch.

Yan Cheng’s vest was drenched in sweat, clinging to his body, showcasing his well-defined abs. But at that moment, his handsome face was all about frustration. “Director, I understand what you mean, but this operation is too difficult…”

Either really hit or pretend well; this kind of punch that looks real but is actually fake seemed like science fiction to Yan Cheng.

He Guan rubbed his temples, feeling near death by his lead actor’s hands. The guy had an appealing energy, no doubt, which is why he stood out among the many young actors who auditioned. But his lack of experience was also real. He was natural in other scenes, but anything slightly technical or emotional, and he’d completely lose his bearings.

If it were any other actor from the crew, He Guan would have persisted, whether it took ten or twenty takes. But Ran Lin was here as a favor, without charging a penny, purely out of friendship. How could he ask such a favor of him?

“Director.”

Caught up in his frustration, Ran Lin approached. He was wearing a shirt, seemingly demure, but if you looked closely, his back was also soaked, yet his face showed no signs of distress, maintaining a cool demeanor.

That coolness wasn’t his own but belonged to the character he was playing. Ever since the first shot, he had maintained that state and never stepped out of it.

He Guan quickly gestured to an assistant to bring a stool.

Ran Lin waved it off, indicating it wasn’t necessary, then said, “Director, let’s go for real.”

He Guan took off his sun hat, wiping the sweat from his forehead, worried. He’d considered real punches, but with Yan Cheng, a truly committed punch could knock someone over.

As if reading his mind, Ran Lin’s voice rose slightly. “It’s the last shot. Let me enjoy it.”

He Guan pretended to glare at him. “So you mean to say filming here all morning were all just dry runs?”

Ran Lin sighed deeply. “My character is too aloof; there’s not much room to play.”

He Guan gritted his teeth. “So getting hit for real gives you space to perform?”

Ran Lin chuckled.

That laugh brought out a hint of mischief in his eyes, overlapping for a moment with the young Ran Lin from years past.

He Guan saw it and felt a pang of nostalgia. Staying in this circle until today and still retaining a bit of childlike innocence is actually quite hard.

“Yan Cheng.” He suddenly called his lead actor.

The latter was obediently listening to the director and the guest star’s conversation, as meek as a puppy. At the call, he responded promptly, “Yes, director?”

He Guan pondered for a moment, then said firmly, “Go for real.”

Yan Cheng’s eyes widened. “For real?”

Ran Lin’s smile faded, reverting to his cool, challenging demeanor. “For real, as hard as you like.”

Yan Cheng looked at him intently, unsure if it was the intense sunlight causing an illusion, but in Ran Lin’s eyes, he saw light, a beautiful kind of radiance.

“Stop!” A resounding roar echoed under the blistering sun, the eighth time more intense and desperate than the previous seven attempts.

Ran Lin stopped and slowly turned around; his eyes narrowed with disdain, as if he were looking at a dog unworthy of speaking to him.

The air tensed for a moment, as if a battle was about to commence.

Yan Cheng, feeling the scorn, boiled with rage and blood, moving even before his brain gave the command.

He charged at Ran Lin like a missile, exerting all his strength into a fierce punch!

Ran Lin took the hit solidly; his head jerked to the side, and his body stumbled involuntarily.

Yan Cheng glared at him, eyes almost bursting, chest heaving dramatically.

It took a while for Ran Lin to slowly lift his head. Half of his face was now red, and the corner of his mouth split, revealing a hint of red. Under the sunlight, it was glaring yet alluring.

Yan Cheng had a moment of distraction.

With the final shot nailed, the entire crew exhaled in relief, and the long-awaited food from the catering team could finally be served. Ran Lin, foregoing the meal, courteously excused himself to Director He Guan.

“I’ve got some other things to attend to. I’m really sorry,” Ran Lin said sincerely, genuinely occupied and not merely making excuses.

He Guan, already feeling guilty for the delay, quickly responded, “Go on then. Today’s delay is on me. I’ll make it up to you with a lavish feast another day.”

He Guan was known for his straightforwardness and not pulling rank due to seniority, much like his wife’s cousin, Gu Jie, who was direct and informal. Over the years, Ran Lin’s relationship with He Guan had evolved more into a friendship.

As Ran Lin was about to get into his car, Yan Cheng suddenly came out, looking a bit sheepish as he scratched his nose. “Ran Ge, can I add you on WeChat?”

Ran Lin was surprised as they weren’t exactly close; today was their first meeting, and half the time was spent on unsuccessful takes.

“I won’t bother you. It’s just… I think you’re an amazing actor and would love the opportunity to learn from you in the future,” Yan Cheng quickly explained, somewhat anxious and cautious.

Ran Lin, finding the formal courtesy a bit too much for the young man, smiled.

Yan Cheng, though new to the industry, naturally exuded an untamed charisma, gaining him fans. There were also whispers of influential family connections. Ran Lin couldn’t judge the background, but Yan Cheng’s personality was evident—not arrogantly defiant; just youthful, probably never having faced much hardship due to good family conditions, hence more impulsive.

But Ran Lin had a favorable impression of him.

Simple, dedicated to acting, and eager to improve on all points highlighted by Director He Guan.

Ran Lin took out his phone and displayed his QR code.

Yan Cheng was momentarily stunned, then excitedly took out his phone. “Thanks, Ran Ge!”

His WeChat name was simply Yan Cheng. His profile picture featured him, an off-road vehicle, and a vast desert.

As Ran Lin put away his phone and turned to get into his car, Yan Cheng gently tapped on the window.

Ran Lin lowered it. “Yes?”

Yan Cheng hesitated, looked at his face for a while, and then said, “I’m sorry for hitting too hard.”

Ran Lin realized that Yan Cheng’s pursuit was primarily due to concern over the punch.

Gently touching the corner of his mouth and feeling a satisfying sting, he knew that only with such authenticity could his cameo in this film be meaningful.

With a subdued smile, he earnestly looked at Yan Cheng. “In all of today’s scenes, that punch of yours was the most impressive.”

Yan Cheng: [Ran Ge, how do you control your strength?]

Ran Lin was attempting culinary feats in front of the gas stove when the WeChat notification sounded.

Nearly a month had passed since his cameo on set, and the bruise from that punch had long faded. Yet, he’d unexpectedly gained a “little brother” who would come to him for advice every now and then, not just for small talk but real issues he had faced himself early in his acting career. Unable to ignore, he felt compelled to respond whenever possible.

Ran Lin considered himself someone who naturally worries.

However, the thought of Lu Yiyao, busy overseas for the past two months and due back home today—actually already landed and almost home—made his typing almost joyful.

A few years ago, he had also purchased a villa in the same complex, so both of them lived in the same villa area, far from the prying eyes of the paparazzi, appearing to others as just a good relationship between a boss and an employee. Little did they know that the employee’s villa was always empty, while the boss’s side was filled with private joys.

Thinking of some moments he shouldn’t, Ran Lin’s heart suddenly raced, his hand shook, and he accidentally sent an incomplete message to Yan Cheng. He quickly added “And also,” and then continued typing.

As he shared generously, Yan Cheng engaged thoughtfully. The conversation was so absorbing that Ran Lin forgot about the dish he was cooking until the pungent smell of burning brought him back to his senses.

Frustrated and unable to focus on Yan Cheng any longer, he immediately attempted to salvage what he could.

But it was a failure.

Ran Lin could only attempt damage control—eliminate the evidence.

Just as he was halfway through cleaning up, Lu Yiyao returned home. As he entered, not finding Ran Lin immediately, he was first struck by the smell of something burnt. “Is something on fire?”

Ran Lin sheepishly emerged from the kitchen. “Cooking failure.”

Lu Yiyao laughed, changed his shoes, and headed straight for the kitchen to see the extent of the “failure”.

Ran Lin obediently made way for his inspection.

As Lu Yiyao passed him, he pulled Ran Lin into his arms and kissed him.

Caught off guard, Ran Lin froze in his embrace.

Lu Yiyao, not willing to let go, pinned him against the kitchen counter and deepened the kiss. He passionately sought Ran Lin’s response, prying open his lips, dominating, and biting as if to consume him completely.

Ran Lin wanted to respond, but Lu Yiyao had taken complete control, trapping him in a net of desire, leaving him no choice but to yield and accept.

Finally, the kiss ended.

Lu Yiyao pulled Ran Lin closer, pressing him against his body. Ran Lin acutely felt something changing on the other’s body, and his face blushed instantly.

“I’m hungry.” Lu Yiyao murmured against his forehead, his voice low and husky with a hint of allure.

Ran Lin swallowed hard. “I know, maybe we should eat out…”

Lu Yiyao tilted his head slightly, nipping at Ran Lin’s earlobe. “I want to eat you.”

In the next moment, Ran Lin was suddenly lifted into the air!

Startled, he reflexively clung to Lu Yiyao’s neck, like someone in the waves grabbing onto driftwood.

Lu Yiyao, pleased with the cooperation, intended to carry his “dinner” inside. But as he barely stepped forward, Ran Lin’s phone on the kitchen counter pinged with a WeChat notification.

Both looked down.

Three seconds later, a faint cloud began to gather in Lu Yiyao’s eyes.

Ran Lin rubbed his forehead, tempted to block Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng probably hadn’t received a reply and thought Ran Lin found him annoying. So, he sent a cutesy sticker, an animated one with hearts and a message saying, “I’ll always be your little fan.”

“How did the dish burn?” Lu Yiyao suddenly reverted to the cooking fiasco.

“……” Ran Lin felt he could be Sherlock… Lu. He lowered his eyes, nuzzling Lu Yiyao’s chin meekly.

Lu Yiyao enjoyed the touch but remained clear-headed. “How did it burn?”

Unable to evade further, Ran Lin murmured barely audibly. “Chatting on WeChat…”

Lu Yiyao nodded. “Good.”

“Don’t… Be gentle… I was just discussing some acting techniques with him…”

“Uh-huh, keep talking…”

“Can you be any more childish… Ah…”

“Let it out. I like hearing your voice.”

“……”

“How does it feel?”

“Nn…”

In the bedroom upstairs, the thick curtains shielded all possibilities of prying eyes.

On the bed, Lu Yiyao pinned Ran Lin beneath him, like a predator unwilling to release its prey for even a moment.

But even in his fierce invasion, there was tenderness.

Of course, he didn’t really suspect that there was anything between Ran Lin and the other person. He just missed him too much, with countless emotions accumulating in his chest, at his heart, throughout his body, burning him without knowing what to do. Despite being together for many years, these feelings haven’t faded but have grown stronger. Thus, he hoped the other would feel the same, although he knew it was too domineering to want Ran Lin to think of him every moment, he couldn’t help himself.

The pleasure made Ran Lin involuntarily bite Lu Yiyao’s shoulder.

At that moment, Lu Yiyao climaxed.

Holding Ran Lin, he breathed heavily, filled with a warm peace.

But Ran Lin was still twisting in torment.

Looking at Lu Yiyao with moist eyes, wordless, just gazing with slightly parted lips, panting gently.

Lu Yiyao, as if bewitched, kissed him again, his hand also reaching down.

After a while, Ran Lin arched his back, and at the moment of blankness in his mind, he called out, “Lu Yiyao—”

“I’m here.” Lu Yiyao murmured tenderly in his ear. “Love you.”

……

“Who exactly are you flirting with? You’re not eating or even looking at your script anymore.” Ding Kai came out from the study to see Yan Cheng still maintaining his pose of embracing the phone on the couch, completely exasperated.

Yan Cheng had always been the epitome of a mischievous child since he was little. Ding Kai always made sure to stay away from him at family gatherings, yet often couldn’t avoid being targeted by various pranks. And now, just when it seemed Yan Cheng had grown up, Ding Kai was informed he wanted to enter the entertainment circle.

The Ding family is a closely knit clan, always ready to support each other. When Yan Cheng wanted to join the entertainment world, Ding Kai, nominally his cousin but more like an elder, had to go to great lengths to support him.

Until now, as Yan Cheng started to emerge in the industry, Ding Kai still felt a sting in his ribs whenever he saw his cousin.

“Always talking about women. Why are you so vulgar!” Yan Cheng never really saw Ding Kai as an elder. To him, a brother is a brother, meant to be treated as such.

Ding Kai felt pained—he, a gay man, always associated with women? Could this misrepresentation get any worse?

While Ding Kai was brooding, Yan Cheng suddenly adopted a mysterious and somewhat proud expression. “It’s someone you know, but you’ll never guess who.”

Ding Kai frowned, not interested in playing such childish games.

“Whoever it is, just keep it appropriate.” Ding Kai ended the conversation, planning to pick up something and continue back to the study.

But Yan Cheng, who couldn’t keep secrets, blurted out, “Ran Lin.”

Ding Kai’s hand, about to open a drawer, paused, and he turned back to ask, “Who did you say?”

“Ran Lin,” Yan Cheng insisted. “How many Ran Lins are there in the entertainment circle!”

Ding Kai sat down next to the couch casually, asking as if making conversation, “You know him?”

Yan Cheng sprang up, eager to have an audience, and recounted the entire episode of Ran Lin’s cameo, how he was asked to punch for real, and all the details without missing any.

“You have no idea; his acting is really good. No matter how many takes he NGs, it doesn’t affect his emotions. I just need to look at him, and I’m immediately in character!”

Ever since this cousin entered the entertainment industry, he almost cursed all his colleagues he worked with—of course, these rants were private, saying things like how one person is notorious for hooking up on set, another appears gracious to fans but turns two-faced in private. Essentially, all the ugliness and darkness of the industry were subjects of his criticism—this was the first time Ding Kai saw him having such high praise for someone.

Even when he entered He Guan’s crew, he said Director He was really impressive, but it was just normal admiration and respect, far from the excitement he showed today.

“You… have a crush on him?” Ding Kai couldn’t see any other possibility.

Yan Cheng thought about it seriously and admitted, “I think… I sort of like him.”

Ding Kai nearly spat out blood.

Seeing Ding Kai’s reaction, Yan Cheng immediately knew he’d been misunderstood and hurriedly explained, “Not that kind of like. The kind… you know what I mean?”

“No matter what kind of liking it is, he’s already taken. Just content yourself with being a little fan,” Ding Kai said, managing his complex emotions while trying to cut off Yan Cheng’s infatuation.

If Lu Yiyao knew someone was eyeing Ran Lin, with his current strength, he could pave a path for them—a path of no return.

Yan Cheng’s liking was more akin to idol worship, but suddenly hearing his idol was taken, he felt a momentary loss, quickly replaced by curiosity. “How come there’s no whisper of such big news? A secret relationship? Or did they secretly get married?!”

“Uh… let’s say it’s a secret marriage.” Ding Kai wasn’t planning to reveal too much to this simple-minded cousin to avoid unnecessary complications, so he ended the conversation. “Don’t ask too much. It’s okay to admire him as an idol and occasionally chat on WeChat, but don’t do it too frequently.”

Yan Cheng was clearly not too willing but listened to Ding Kai’s advice, pondering it over, and soon seemed to come to terms with it. “Okay.”

Ding Kai: “…You sure adjust quickly.”

“Whoever is with him must be incredibly outstanding, right?” Yan Cheng looked earnestly at Ding Kai, as if hoping for confirmation. “The kind that shines just by standing there.”

Ding Kai: “…Not really.”

Throughout the afternoon, Yan Cheng didn’t see any more pleasant expressions from his cousin.

Although Ding Kai usually had a difficult personality, it was rare for him to be so stern. Usually, he adopted a more affable approach, so why he suddenly became sullen and stayed that way all afternoon remained a mystery to Yan Cheng.

In a certain villa district, within the bedroom.

“Have to leave again tomorrow?” Ran Lin asked while lying on his side, having just stabilized his breath not long ago.

“The other party changed the schedule last minute. It’s not time to be confrontational yet, so I have to comply.” Lu Yiyao was somewhat helpless.

Ran Lin knew it was important work, but having waited so long to have him back, only to leave again the next day, naturally made him reluctant.

“Haa,” he sighed deeply.

Lu Yiyao chuckled, echoing him, “Haa—”

Ran Lin glared at him. “Here you are, earning the lead actor’s pay in my place, and your schedule is as short as a cameo appearance, yet you’re still sighing?”

Lu Yiyao’s eyes and brows softened with laughter. “So? It looks like you’re planning to replace the lead actor?”

Ran Lin provocatively raised an eyebrow. “It’s not out of consideration…”

Lu Yiyao nodded. “Alright, let me know when you’ve decided. I want to see who dares to take on the role.”

Ran Lin glared at him, pondering a retort, when suddenly Lu Yiyao pressed over again.

Caught off guard, Ran Lin found his body reignited before he could react.

“Again?”

“If my cameo is so brief, how can I stand out?”

“What?”

“I must steal the show.”

“Lu Yiyao, you—”

There’s a long life ahead, so let’s take it slow.

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Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 101

On July 6^th, <Youths of Wuling> premiered, and by July 16th, it had broken a rating of 3 on XX Satellite TV.

The core marketing team urged Lu Yiyao to quickly hold a celebration, but he insisted on waiting. Finally, on July 21^st, when another broadcasting station also reached a rating of 3, Lu Yiyao agreed—it was time for a celebration!

In an era filled with a plethora of TV dramas and various viewing channels, breaking 2 is considered a hit, and breaking 3 is basically a blockbuster, especially when two stations simultaneously hit that mark! Meanwhile, the online view count also led by a significant margin. Both websites and TV stations were making a killing.

What’s more impressive is that alongside its high ratings, <Youth of Wuling> also received critical acclaim, with scores reaching as high as 9 on viewing websites before settling down to 8.5. For a modern drama, this is an exceptionally high rating. Numerous critics analyzed the show’s phenomenal performance from various angles, generally attributing it to—

High-quality production, movie-level visuals giving the drama an exceptional feel; a solid script that breaks away from the typical summer fantasy and idol romance dramas, charting a unique path of urban youth growth, a rare gem of realistic themes in recent years; well-chosen actors, with Ran Lin and Tang Xiaoyu’s performances bringing depth and authenticity to their characters, embodying youthful recklessness and clear moral conviction. Lastly, the successful marketing and hype leading up to and during the airing also contributed significantly to its rapid word-of-mouth spread and explosive popularity.

While viewers simply enjoy whether the drama is good or not, insiders were surprised by Lu Yiyao’s bold and professional debut. The industry isn’t short of wealthy, courageous, or professionally savvy individuals, but having all three qualities is rare.

Hence, even before the drama was halfway aired, countless investors reached out to Lu Yiyao, hoping to be part of his next project, even though that next project was still up in the air for Lu Yiyao.

Meanwhile, as Lu Yiyao leisurely pondered whether to continue solo funding or to bring in some capital for his next project, the main actors involved in the drama saw their stock rise exponentially, with offers for scripts, events, and variety shows pouring in.

The day Ran Lin’s Weibo followers exceeded 30 million, he signed his first endorsement with an internationally renowned brand for two years, nearing an eight-figure endorsement fee.

Good things come in pairs. Just three days after signing the endorsement deal, the long-awaited celebration for <Youth of Wuling> took place.

……

“One, two, three—”

At the host’s command, all the key creators on stage simultaneously smashed an ice sculpture shaped as the Arabic numeral “3”, retrieving a scroll from within it that slowly unrolled—congratulating <Youths of Wuling> on achieving new heights in viewership.

Celebrations are all about good omens and straightforward well wishes, and the stage event concluded at its peak, with invited guests moving to the adjacent reception area. If sitting in the audience was a show of support, now began the networking and socializing.

The celebratory atmosphere continued at the reception. Despite the comfortable and casual lighting and ambiance, the place was abuzz with festive joy, perhaps due to the large number of invitees. The scene was lively, with clinking glasses and lively conversations.

As soon as Lu Yiyao entered, he spotted Huo Yuntao and Peng Jingyu. The former, having taken over the family business, seldom had time for the entertainment industry and came purely on the friendship ticket from Lu Yiyao, saying it was his “first pot of gold after changing careers,” and as a close friend, he must support him in person. Peng Jingyu was formally invited by Lu Yiyao, but curiously, instead of mingling with many industry seniors, he was chatting animatedly with Huo Yuntao.

“Lao Lu—” Huo Yuntao noticed Lu Yiyao and immediately waved his glass in greeting.

Internally rolling his eyes, Lu Yiyao quickly made his way over, not wanting others to catch on to his “nickname” and spread it around—he wasn’t even thirty yet, but such names made him feel prematurely middle-aged.

“Mr. Peng.” Lu Yiyao approached and greeted Peng Jingyu first, ignoring the friend who’d teased him.

Peng Jingyu nodded. “Congratulations.”

Despite his words, his eyes clearly showed reluctance. Lu Yiyao and he had more than a professional relationship, and with Huo Yuntao as a mutual friend, they were almost half friends. Lu Yiyao, seeking support, turned to his teasing friend, “Did I offend someone?”

Huo Yuntao draped an arm around Peng Jingyu but sighed at Lu Yiyao. “You’ve made a big offense. When Ran Lin’s contract was about to expire, Mr. Peng also wanted to sign him, but you beat him to it.”

Unaware of this subplot, Lu Yiyao was surprised. Presumably Peng Jingyu had contacted Wang Xi, who had already known Ran Lin was joining his company and diplomatically rejected him.

Annoyed at Huo Yuntao, Peng Jingyu’s face showed embarrassment. He retorted, “I watched your drama. It’s only because you chose Ran Lin that it didn’t flop.”

Lu Yiyao: “……”

Peng Jingyu frowned. “Are you laughing at me…”

Huo Yuntao rubbed his forehead, then patted Peng Jingyu. “He’s already signed Ran Lin. Naturally, the benefits should stay within.”

Lu Yiyao openly laughed this time. “See, I have a good eye, right?”

A sudden memory made Peng Jingyu gasp. “Wait, don’t tell me you were planning to set up your own firm and poach from Dream Without Limits at that Republic-themed party?”

Lu Yiyao thought about it. If declaring feelings counts as poaching…

“Suppose so.” Lu Yiyao quite liked this foresighted version of himself.

Peng Jingyu observed the significant expression on the other’s face and felt an involuntary chill pass down his spine. During the Republic-themed party, he had only felt that this person occasionally said something or made a gesture resembling his elder brothers. Now, it seemed like a full-fledged resemblance… He had a psychological shadow when it came to such people!

“Uh, don’t worry about entertaining us. You go ahead with your work.” Peng Jingyu gave Lu Yiyao the first smile since they met.

Huo Yuntao depressed that his vision of the two “appreciating each other,” didn’t pan out, also said to his friend, “Yeah, go on.”

Lu Yiyao didn’t linger, as he was effectively the host of the reception and needed to flit about like a butterfly, not staying in one spot too long and neglecting other guests.

In one corner of the reception, Ran Lin, having just finished talking to a senior executive of a certain satellite TV, turned around to meet Shi Jiuting and immediately greeted. “President Shi.”

It seemed Shi Jiuting had been waiting for him for a while. As soon as they met, the other party’s assistant magically appeared, handing over a bag. Shi Jiuting accepted the bag and handed it to Ran Lin.

“For me?” Although it felt somewhat off, Ran Lin couldn’t think of any other reason.

“If you like it, keep it.” Shi Jiuting cleared his throat, showing a rare hint of embarrassment. “But I’d be even more grateful if you could return it to me after signing it.”

Opening the bag, Ran Lin found what seemed to be a piece of clothing. Pulling it halfway out, he recognized it as the hoodie he wore in <Youths of Wuling>, now a trendy item.

Instantly, Ran Lin understood: Shi Jiuting, this doting father, was once again star-chasing for his princess.

Shi Jiuting was clear-headed. The last time he requested a signature for <Chronicles of Winter>, he was a financier, so his approach was polite but more natural. This time, without a direct professional link, his request was tinged with humility and courtesy.

Actually, there was no need; even if he wasn’t involved in <Youths of Wuling>, his status and position were such that Ran Lin should be eager to maintain a good relationship. But with Shi Jiuting, things were straightforward, each issue on its own merits.

That was Shi Jiuting’s personality, which was also what made him endearing. However, Wang Xi had said if Shi Jiuting really got serious, he could make an opponent weep with nowhere to cry. So, Ran Lin was glad that President Shi’s daughter was a fan and not a hater.

“Don’t worry, President Shi. I’ll sign it and have it sent to you as soon as possible.” If it were on set, Ran Lin would sign it right away, but at a reception with so many people, especially peers, spreading out a hoodie to sign would be too showy and awkward for Shi Jiuting.

Shi Jiuting seemed to think the same and promptly said, “Thank you.”

Ran Lin thought for a moment and asked, “Do you want me to get it signed by other actors in the drama too, for more sentimental value?”

Without hesitation, Shi Jiuting shook his head, sighing at last, “She only likes you.”

Ran Lin felt a tinge of envy, jealousy, and sadness in that sigh.

“What are you looking at?” A familiar, albeit not particularly likable, voice came from behind. Lu Yiyao turned to find Ding Kai.

Ding Kai, accustomed to Lu Yiyao’s “lack of affection,” indeed had his eye on Ran Lin and wasn’t surprised by the lack of warmth.

Following Lu Yiyao’s recent gaze, Ding Kai saw Ran Lin talking to Shi Jiuting. Ding Kai had wanted to find Ran Lin since the reception started but hadn’t succeeded until now, and ironically, it was through his official partner’s gaze. It was a bit bitter, but since he spotted him, he took the chance to look a bit longer.

Lu Yiyao frowned and stepped in front of Ding Kai, occupying his entire view, then smiled. “President Ding, are you looking for me?”

Ding Kai remembered he only asked, “What are you looking at?” There wasn’t a “looking for you” part. But with Lu Yiyao’s imposing figure, his view was entirely blocked; even the light seemed dim.

Stepping back a bit, Ding Kai found the world bright again, his eyes lifting slightly. “I heard Ran Lin acted in this drama for no fee?”

<Youths of Wuling>, having sold its premiere rights to two satellite stations, had broken even. The sale to online video platforms was all pure profit, and with the drama’s hit status, future sales to provincial and local stations were all lucrative. Although Ran Lin had initially joked about no fee, Lu Yiyao indeed shared the profits with his partner, more than any fee.

But since Ding Kai understood it that way, Lu Yiyao was happy to flaunt their relationship, immediately frowning as if caught. “Where did you hear that?”

Ding Kai hadn’t expected it to be true. His emotions were complex; he drained his champagne in one go, expressing a multitude of feelings. “You’ve got it all.”

Lu Yiyao could hear the undertone and shrugged innocently. “Can’t help it. The entertainment industry is superficial like that. Good-looking people do have it easier.”

Ding Kai: “……”

No business exists without shrewdness.

Ding Kai found himself almost missing the honest and straightforward actor Lu Yiyao… Indeed, peers are the hardest to endure!

In a corner of the reception, two handsome guys who came specifically to support their brother were huddled on a sofa, inconspicuous as if they had invisibility charms on their foreheads—

Gu Jie: “Isn’t it a bit rude for us to hide like this?”

Xia Xinran: “Today’s stars are Teacher Lu and Ran Lin. What limelight are we here to steal?”

Gu Jie: “Shouldn’t we at least greet them?”

Xia Xinran: “There’s a second round later tonight. You’ll have plenty of time for deep conversations.”

Gu Jie: “……”

Xia Xinran: “What are you drinking?”

Gu Jie: “…Soda.”

Xia Xinran: “Good, I was counting on you to drive later.”

Gu Jie: “Why do I feel like I took a day off from the crew just to be your driver?”

Xia Xinran: “Trust me, going to Teacher Lu’s villa for the second round tonight, there will definitely be surprises.”

Gu Jie: “……”

Typically, when Xia Xinran said there would be surprises, Gu Jie instinctively prepared to be startled.

……

By eleven o’clock, as the gathering disbanded and sobriety returned, the night air was cool.

Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao sat in the back seat, Xia Xinran in the passenger seat, and Gu Jie holding the steering wheel steadily, with the GPS voice filling the car with directions like “Turn left at the next intersection” and “Speed camera ahead in 300 meters.”

“Teacher Lu, is it the villa complex bought by Yuan Yiqun you’re living in?” Xia Xinran finally recognized the destination after looking at the GPS for a while, a bit surprised.

“Yeah,” Lu Yiyao admitted generously. “I think the environment is quite nice.”

For celebrities, “nice environment” usually means “secured privacy”, which Xia Xinran understood. But if he remembered correctly, wasn’t it in that same complex where Lu Yiyao confessed to Ran Lin, or rather, where he first learned about Ran Lin’s relationship with him, at Yuan Yiqun’s villa where they had the Republic-themed party? Wasn’t there a bit of sentimental value involved?

Shaking his head, Xia Xinran stopped himself from continuing the thought. He almost choked on the imagined dog food from Lu Yiyao’s display of affection—it’s too unfair!

Ran Lin watched Xia Xinran’s conflicted face and smiled silently. <Youth of Wuling> had double ratings of three, and while others saw Lu Yiyao as calm and collected, he knew his lover was over the moon. That’s why, after a networking reception, there was an eager follow-up with a genuine celebration party among friends.

Not just Lu Yiyao, Ran Lin was ecstatic too. This was the first time they truly collaborated, and the feeling of moving forward side by side was wonderful.

“There’s a car following us,” Gu Jie suddenly said with a serious tone.

Ran Lin was startled, and Xia Xinran immediately peered at the rearview mirror. “Which one?”

Although it wasn’t early, at 11 p.m. there were still quite a few cars on the street. Gu Jie could distinguish which one was tailing and which one was coincidentally going the same way. “The black one.”

Xia Xinran frowned and, after observing for a while, asked, “A paparazzi driving a Porsche?”

Initially puzzled, Lu Yiyao understood everything once he heard it and laughed. “That’s my friend. He’s also part of the group.”

“I thought a party of four was a bit quiet.” Xia Xinran liked liveliness.

Gu Jie also relaxed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem,” Lu Yiyao said genuinely. “You need to teach me sometime how to spot a tailing car.”

Gu Jie hesitated and then voiced his honest thoughts. “Driving is a progressive skill. Maybe you should start with remembering the roads?”

Lu Yiyao, often getting lost in the bustling streets of the capital, felt a thousand points of damage.

Ran Lin, realizing Lu Yiyao had also invited Huo Yuntao, glanced through the rear window, and indeed, the black Porsche gleamed under the streetlights with a subdued luxury.

However, the distance was a bit far, and he couldn’t see how many people were inside, so he directly asked his partner, “Is Panxi coming along?”

Lu Yiyao shook his head. “She went overseas for an orchestra exchange performance.”

Ran Lin understood. Ever since Lu Yiyao’s friend got married, whenever Ran Lin saw him, it was always with Lin Panxi. The couple were inseparable, especially today being Lu Yiyao’s celebration. If Lin Panxi hadn’t been abroad, Huo Yuntao would have undoubtedly brought her along.

The streets were clear at night, and even the traffic lights seemed more green than red, so they smoothly arrived at Lu Yiyao’s villa.

“Teacher Lu, is this a living room or a tropical rainforest…” Xia Xinran dodged left and right but still got slapped in the face by various plant leaves.

Finally finding a clear spot, the spread of drinks and food on the table looked more like a party.

“I’ve already questioned his taste, but our doubts are futile,” Huo Yuntao joined in, meaningfully. “Someone likes it.”

This was Xia Xinran’s first proper face-to-face interaction with Huo Yuntao, and he promptly extended his hand. “Xia Xinran.”

Huo Yuntao shook hands. “Huo Yuntao.”

Lu Yiyao was about to introduce them, but it seemed unnecessary now. He turned to find Gu Jie, who was looking around, utterly bemused.

Approaching his friend, Lu Yiyao patted Gu Jie’s shoulder. “How’s the house?”

“It’s good.” Gu Jie sincerely praised—it was spacious, open, and private. But for some reason, he felt this late-night “celebration party” carried an air of eeriness.

Both Lu Yiyao and Xia Xinran, including the not-yet-formally-met Huo Yuntao, seemed to have a meaningful glint in their eyes. Only Ran Lin seemed a bit more straightforward, but every time their gazes met, the other would smile at him in an especially joyous and sweet manner, sending chills down Gu Jie’s spine.

“Take a seat.” Not wanting to torture his friend further, Lu Yiyao ushered Gu Jie to sit comfortably on the sofa, then called out towards the dining area. “Lao Huo, Xia Xinran—”

The two who were conversing immediately ended their discussion and found suitable seats to join in. Finally, Ran Lin came over.

When he approached, there was a comfortable distance between Gu Jie, Xia Xinran, and Huo Yuntao on Lu Yiyao’s large sofa. Ran Lin could easily pick a spot at a comfortable distance from the three, but instead, he chose to sit right next to Lu Yiyao, their shoulders nearly touching.

Gu Jie noticed, swallowed hard, and instinctively leaned back, as if time had looped back to the day Mother Lu visited, always uncertain of what the next second might bring, especially now that the four seated people smiled at him in unison!

“Enough!” Gu Jie, unable to endure any longer, slapped the coffee table. “If you’ve got something to say, say it. If you keep hinting at me with your eyes, I’ll… I’ll go back to the set!”

Lu Yiyao: “…”

Xia Xinran: “…”

Huo Yuntao: “…”

The threat seemed oddly… pitiable.

No longer keeping everyone in suspense, Ran Lin took a deep breath, covered Lu Yiyao’s hand with his own, interlocking their fingers, and then raised their clasped hands for his friends to see.

Gu Jie was stunned.

Ran Lin quietly watched him, patiently waiting for him to process the news.

This was the most important part of tonight’s private party: officially informing Gu Jie of his and Lu Yiyao’s relationship. Otherwise, waiting for Gu Jie to realize it on his own might take forever.

While Gu Jie was frozen, his mind was racing, piecing everything together from Ran Lin’s single action of hand-holding.

The fact that Lu Yiyao is gay had long ceased to be a shock to Gu Jie, and after seeing Lu Yiyao’s mother off, he made numerous guesses and analyses. He had thought of Ran Lin, but due to his limited understanding of Lu Yiyao’s circle of friends, which mainly included Ran Lin and Xia Xinran, he thought his suspicion was too narrow and somewhat presumptive, so he didn’t dwell on it.

And yet, he had guessed, right? No, the real shock was that it had all been happening right under his nose, and he hadn’t noticed?!

Seeing his friend still in shock and not digesting the news, Ran Lin carefully chose his words to explain, “Lu Yiyao and I are together, like… in a romantic relationship.”

Finally snapping out of it, Gu Jie didn’t look at Ran Lin but turned to Xia Xinran first. “Did you know?”

Xia Xinran just shrugged.

Then Gu Jie turned to Huo Yuntao. “Did you know?”

Huo Yuntao just shrugged his shoulders.

Gu Jie was in despair at his own slowness.

Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao had prepared themselves for the possibility that their friend might not accept this revelation right away and even considered that Gu Jie might react negatively. But now…

“Uh.” Ran Lin finally spoke up. “It seems like we’re the ones coming out. You don’t have to be this troubled…”

Finally, Gu Jie looked up, gazing at his two friends holding hands, then slapped his thigh. “How could I be so dense!”

Xia Xinran nodded vigorously next to him, fully agreeing with the assessment.

Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao exchanged glances, wondering what exactly they had grasped from all this. Really, what kind of friend circle did they have?!

Eventually, Gu Jie stopped berating himself, sat up straight, and said solemnly, “Thank you both for trusting me enough to tell me this.”

Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao had hoped for a smooth revelation but hadn’t dared to hope too much in case of an unexpected reaction. Now that everything had gone well, a warm current flowed through them. With understanding from family and support from friends, their lives were truly blessed.

Ran Lin’s emotions surged, just about to speak when Xia Xinran preempted, “Are we done?”

Ran Lin followed his gaze to see he was asking Lu Yiyao, who didn’t speak but nodded his head.

In the next moment, as if on cue, Xia Xinran and Huo Yuntao suddenly rose and, grabbing Gu Jie, headed upstairs. Gu Jie, utterly confused, shouted, “Hey? Hey, hey—” as he was dragged away.

Ran Lin watched, completely baffled. By the time he gathered his wits, only he and Lu Yiyao remained in the living room. He turned to his partner. “What’s happening?”

Lu Yiyao replied, “Maybe they’re going upstairs to share their feelings about hearing a friend’s coming-out story.”

Ran Lin rolled his eyes, about to comment on the absurdity, but then Lu Yiyao suddenly pulled him up.

“Let’s go to the yard,” Lu Yiyao said.

Not understanding but curious, Ran Lin followed his lover to the backyard.

The moon was bright, and stars filled the sky.

As Ran Lin entered the backyard, he noticed Lu Yiyao had replaced the original night lights installed by the developer with new ones that cast a softer, more tranquil light. There was a strangely familiar feeling to it.

Lu Yiyao led him forward, walking along the pool’s edge. As they neared the end of the pool, Ran Lin noticed something odd.

Lu Yiyao’s villa was larger than Yuan Yiqun’s, but the layout was similar, including the backyard pool. However, maintaining it was too troublesome, so it had been empty and not filled with water. In winter, the pool was covered with a protective film to prevent the pool walls and system from freezing. But in summer, it wasn’t necessary, and Lu Yiyao had mentioned filling it with water for the summer, so the winter cover had been removed as it warmed up.

But now, the protective film was back on. Due to the dim light of the night lamp, it was hard to notice unless one looked closely. However, precisely because the light was dim, when it shone on the protective film, it reflected a serene light.

Aside from the weather not being cold, every detail was eerily similar to the winter night when Lu Yiyao confessed his feelings.

Finally, Lu Yiyao stopped. It was the same secluded corner, the same faint night light; even Lu Yiyao’s face contours in the dim light seemed identical.

Ran Lin’s heart pounded.

Still holding hands, he wondered if Lu Yiyao could feel his racing heart.

“What are you thinking about?” Lu Yiyao asked softly.

Ran Lin looked up at him, feeling sweet inside but teasingly replied, “I’m wondering if you did all this from memory, or did you visit Yuan Yiqun’s place again for reference.”

“I’m not close to Yuan Yiqun.” Lu Yiyao chuckled. “I asked Xia Xinran for photos. But the photos and that night are different, so it’s mostly from memory.”

A breeze passed between them.

Last time, it was the cold wind of a winter night.

This time, it was the warm breeze of a summer night.

“Then you should be wearing a Republic-era military uniform,” Ran Lin said, the memory clear as if it were yesterday, causing his eyes to curve into a smile.

“…” Lu Yiyao looked slightly frustrated, obviously regretting not fully recreating the scene.

Seeing this, Ran Lin quickly reassured, “The main point is you’re handsome; the clothes don’t matter.”

Satisfied, Lu Yiyao’s eyes gleamed with contentment. In the quiet of the night, Ran Lin looked up at the beautiful moon.

Suddenly, the hand he was holding gave a gentle squeeze. Ran Lin looked back at his partner, puzzled, “Hm?”

“Do you remember what I said the night I confessed to you?” Lu Yiyao asked.

Ran Lin remembered clearly, even the voice and expression Lu Yiyao had when he said it—

“You said, ‘I like you. I want to be with you.'”

As soon as the words left his mouth, his hand was released. Surprised, Ran Lin saw Lu Yiyao raise his hands, showing the palms and backs as if to prove nothing was in them.

Ran Lin blinked, watching Lu Yiyao’s empty hands, puzzled, only to see Lu Yiyao’s hands suddenly flash, pinching a ring between his thumb and index finger.

The ring was simple yet elegant, shining beautifully under the night light.

A rush of warmth filled Ran Lin’s eyes.

“The same words, I want to say them again today, but I need to add a word…”

Lu Yiyao knelt on one knee, holding up the ring, gazing steadily at his partner, took a deep breath, and spoke each word deliberately—

“I like you. I want to be with you forever.”

Ran Lin’s heart raced wildly, but he forgot to breathe. He seemed to have forgotten everything in the world along with himself…

“Cough, we understand you’re excited, but if you don’t say something soon, Lao Lu is going to feel pretty awkward.” A chuckling tease came from Huo Yuntao nearby.

Surprised, Ran Lin looked over to see Xia Xinran, Huo Yuntao, and Gu Jie pushing forward a beautiful multi-tiered cake. The cake, adorned in light blue and white, exuded a fresh and elegant warmth, and on top were two handsome men in suits, one kneeling before the other.

Gu Jie wasn’t informed about the coming-out.

Ran Lin was unaware of the proposal.

But now, even if Ran Lin was slow, it was clear—Xia Xinran and Huo Yuntao were the only ones in the know all along. They had dragged Gu Jie, who had just learned the truth, upstairs under the pretense of sharing feelings, but it was actually to relay the next step of the plan.

Ran Lin turned back to look at Lu Yiyao, who was still kneeling, unmoved.

Without warning, Ran Lin took the ring, slipped it onto his finger, then pulled Lu Yiyao up and kissed him directly. Caught off guard, Lu Yiyao hesitated only for a moment before gripping his partner’s head and deepening the kiss.

Huo Yuntao looked up at the sky. Xia Xinran looked down at the ground. Gu Jie… watched intently. After all, love should involve plenty of kissing, and as a friend, his gaze was filled with joy and blessing.

Finally, the kiss ended.

The two faced each other again. Ran Lin, with a mischievous smile, raised his hand, revealing he was also holding a ring.

Lu Yiyao was stunned. His first reaction was to check his own trouser pocket, and indeed, the ring he had prepared for himself was missing. He’d planned another magic trick to bring it out, but with just one kiss, it had been snatched away…

As he was pondering this, his hand was suddenly pulled, and the next second, the ring slipped onto his own finger.

Their hands joined together, the matching rings gleaming in the moonlight.

The friends group erupted in hearty applause. Though only three people, they clapped with the gusto of thirty.

As the clapping subsided, the two continued their sweet nothings. The friends group had to remind them—

“Shouldn’t you come over and cut the proposal cake lovingly sponsored by the groom’s sister-in-law?”

……

As dawn broke, Xia Xinran and Huo Yuntao slept soundly in their respective rooms, while Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao saw off Gu Jie, who had to return to the set.

After bidding their friend farewell, the couple returned to the living room, opened the curtains, and cuddled on the sofa, quietly waiting for the sunrise amidst the ticking of the clock. Despite a sleepless night, they didn’t feel tired at all.

“Don’t tease Huo Yuntao anymore.” Ran Lin started, recalling something with a laugh. “Your magic is even colder than his.”

“I don’t mind the magic being cold.” Lu Yiyao, holding Ran Lin close, boasted contentedly. “As long as it charms the person I want.”

Ran Lin pretended to sigh dramatically. “I’m just too easy to pursue.”

Lu Yiyao nibbled on Ran Lin’s ear. “It’s you who pursued me.”

The nibbling was comfortable but Ran Lin couldn’t tolerate the reversal of truth. “You confessed to me first.”

Lu Yiyao stood firm. “Does confessing first mean the person is the pursuer?”

Ran Lin didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

“Then that settles it.” Lu Yiyao grinned. “You pursued me, no question about it.”

Ran Lin wriggled out of his embrace and turned to face him squarely, ready for a serious discussion. But Lu Yiyao suddenly put his finger to his lips, signaling for silence.

Ran Lin frowned but, having just enjoyed the proposal cake, allowed some “patience of love.”

Lu Yiyao picked up his phone from the coffee table and started flipping through his photo album quickly.

Ran Lin waited.

Ran Lin kept waiting.

Ran Lin was waiting even as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window.

“Hey—” Patience of love has its limits.

Finally, Lu Yiyao lifted the screenshot he’d found on his phone, trying to suppress a smile, whispered, “Kid, you wrote this, right?”

Ran Lin, seeing his own handwriting on the screenshot, was dumbfounded. After a long moment, he surrendered. “You win—”

It was a special autograph he’d given to Liu Wanwan when she wasn’t yet his assistant, back at the Dream Without Limits company, which she later posted on Weibo, causing quite a stir.

The evidence was undeniable; he was the first to confess, and there was no turning the case around. But Liu Wanwan had long deleted that Weibo post…

“When did you even take this screenshot?” Ran Lin exclaimed.

Lu Yiyao simply replied, “That’s a secret.”

Morning light filled the living room.

The couple on the sofa playfully argued, with the phone’s screen still lit. The full-screen screenshot showed Ran Lin’s signature from years ago, and above the flamboyant autograph were four words requested by a fan—

I love Lu Yiyao.

[End]

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The author has something to say:

I really updated daily until the end, tears streaming TAT. Thank you to all the cool friends who accompanied me on this journey, your support was my greatest motivation. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. This is the end of the story. Everything I wanted to say is in the text. Teacher Lu and Xiao Ran Lin will continue to be happy, and I wish all the friends who have read this far a happy and joyful life. Love you forever, muah (づ￣ 3￣)づ

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Kinky Thoughts:

This marks the end of the novel. This is probably one of the best showbiz novels I have read and easily my favorite of that genre. It’s well written, and the pacing was great. Little bits of humor made it quite a joy to read.

The portrayal of feelings and actions was quite realistic. I especially love the conversation both MCs had with their parents for their coming out. That hit quite close to home. I also love that there’s no public announcement. Let’s face it, in today’s (China’s) entertainment world, coming out is a death sentence for their career.

While it might be sentimental to the readers to have a public display, I think realistically this fits better. And in a way, they did come out to all the people that actually mattered to them on their own terms.

Ahhh… I can go on and on about this novel. I haven’t read anything like this (outside of Nian Zhong) in a while and this definitely rekindled my spark. Such an amazing novel. If you like this novel, you can check out Midnight Owl, another work by the same author, that I’m working on. It is an unlimited flow novel though, but still very good.

If you enjoyed this novel, please consider supporting the author by buying the raws. You can use Google Chrome with their auto translate and this guide on how to buy novels on jjwxc. Remember, only with your (financial) support can artists continue to produce more great works.

You can also buy the physical version here.

There’s also a Manhua version: English version. Chinese version.

I would also like to thank everyone for your comments, encouragement, help with my translations, and ko-fi donations. It in part fuels my motivation to release so frequently.

With that, I do have a little bonus. Next is an extra that’s exclusive only to the traditional Chinese publication.

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Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 100

On January 20^th, the filming for <Youth of Wuling> wrapped up.

On the day of the wrap, a thin layer of snow fell in Xi’an, quickly melting as it touched the ground. Ran Lin and Tang Xiaoyu squatted on the snowy street, munching on Roujiamo stuffed with vegetables. Tang Xiaoyu’s had green pepper and shredded potato, while Ran Lin’s had the secret recipe with dried flowers. They ate joyfully together, their breaths forming white mists in the cold air. A sense of liveliness and vigor emanated from them amidst what would typically be a dreary scene.

This was an early scene in the script, but since it takes place in winter, it was scheduled to be the last to shoot.

“Cut! That’s a wrap!” The director’s voice rang out like a melody. Ran Lin and Tang Xiaoyu jumped up in excitement, and the entire crew cheered and rejoiced.

After nearly four months of hard work, the project was finally complete.

At the wrap party, Tang Xiaoyu insisted on drinking with Ran Lin, a fitting celebration for the close brothers they portrayed from <Sword of Fallen Flowers> to <Youth of Wuling>. Ran Lin, who genuinely considered Tang Xiaoyu a good friend, happily agreed.

An hour later, Tang Xiaoyu realized challenging Ran Lin to a drinking contest was the biggest mistake of his life. Thankfully, Ran Lin, considerate of their friendship, didn’t push him too hard and eventually helped the unsteady Tang Xiaoyu back to the hotel, assisting his assistant in settling him in.

The next day, Tang Xiaoyu returned to Beijing, while Ran Lin flew straight home—just in time for Chinese New Year’s Eve, which he hadn’t properly celebrated at home for years. This time, planning a surprise, he didn’t inform his parents of his arrival.

Reaching his family’s bun shop around noon, the place was lively with a few tables of customers. Wearing a cap and mask, Ran Lin chose a corner table to sit.

The young waiter promptly handed him the menu, which listed various buns, sides, and drinks.

Ran Lin looked at the menu, and the waiter looked at Ran Lin, curiously wondering when this customer would remove his mask. After all, everyone comes to the shop to eat buns, and it’s unusual for someone to keep their mouth covered after sitting down.

Yet, this customer actually placed an order while still wearing the mask.

The young waiter, though full of thoughts, maintained a welcoming smile and quickly turned to place the order.

Ran Lin’s gaze followed the waiter, not really on him but looking towards the kitchen.

However, from the front, he couldn’t see into the kitchen at all; he could only see the waiter flashing by with the order, disappearing down the corridor leading to the kitchen.

Familiar tables and chairs, familiar scent of steamed buns.

As a child, Ran Lin often darted into the shop because it was surrounded by lively activities and lots of things to play with. He would usually pick an empty table to do his homework, then, after finishing, throw his backpack into the cashier area and run out to play.

Everyone in the street knew him, and his parents weren’t worried about his safety, so they let him be.

It can be said that this shop and this street carried all of Ran Lin’s childhood.

They say childhood experiences affect one’s entire life, but there wasn’t anything significant in Ran Lin’s childhood. So, the only lasting impact was his consistent breakfast of buns and soy milk.

Taking a deep breath, the familiar aroma seemed to have a calming effect, relaxing him inside and out.

It felt like coming home, shutting the door, and being at peace regardless of the storms outside.

Suddenly, he felt a stir of emotion.

Ran Lin took out his phone and took a picture of the shop’s interior, sending it to Lu Yiyao without any text, just the photo.

As the waiter brought the steaming hot buns, as if timed perfectly, Lu Yiyao’s reply came—[Is this your family’s shop?]

Ran Lin was surprised that Lu Yiyao could guess it was his family’s shop from a photo that didn’t show any buns, or anything explicitly related to a bun shop. They must have a special connection!

Ignoring the fact that he should have informed his partner he was safely on his way home from the airport, Ran Lin, caught up in the sweet moment, laughed, and took a second photo—this time with the buns.

Just as he was about to send the enticing photo of the hot, plump buns, his phone was suddenly snatched away.

Ran Lin looked up instinctively and saw his mother standing beside him, looking down with a frown, “What’s so interesting about our buns that you need to take pictures?”

Ran Lin, surprised, looked down at his new black long down jacket, touched his hat and mask, and wondered if there was any problem. Finally, he took off his mask and looked up, asking, “I’m covered up like this, and you still recognize me?”

Lu Qing rolled her eyes. “I gave birth to you and raised you. I could recognize a hair of yours on the barber’s floor.”

Ran Lin: “…Mom, one should be humble.”

Lu Qing pinched her son’s face and then, unable to contain her joy, turned and shouted towards the kitchen, “Lao Ran, our son is back—”

Lu Qing’s voice was melodious and clear. It was pleasant when she spoke softly but had strong penetrating power when she shouted.

Ran Lin wanted to tell his mother not to shout since there were other customers in the shop and it might affect the business, but as all four tables of customers looked over, he understood why his mother was so at ease.

“Auntie He, Uncle Wang, Auntie Zhang…” Among the four tables, three were old neighbors. Ran Lin quickly nodded and greeted each of them.

When he looked at the last table, which turned out to be new customers, two young men, he thought to just give them a smile, but to his surprise, they both exclaimed in astonishment—

“Ran Lin?!”

Ran Lin thought they recognized him as an artist, but one of them stood up and came over, expressing genuine fondness and admiration for him. They discussed his various roles from <Sword of Fallen Flowers> to <Chronicles of Winter>, then <Dyeing Fire>, and even talked about <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms>!

Ran Lin knew he had sister fans, but he didn’t expect to have brother fans as well. As the door remained open to welcome guests, the news of his presence quickly spread, and soon the shop was bustling with customers. Before Ran Lin could even see off his brother fans, more and more patrons entered, filling the shop with an energetic atmosphere.

Ran Yimin finally came out from the kitchen, hands cleaned of flour, to find his son surrounded by a crowd so thick he couldn’t even see his head. Although he couldn’t see his son, the extent of his popularity was evident, bringing a foolish grin to Ran Yimin’s face, glad that he hadn’t gone out for a drink with his friends.

With the surge in popularity came an increase in orders; after all, occupying a spot in the shop without ordering anything wouldn’t be proper.

Lu Qing quickly pushed the still gleeful Ran Yimin back into the kitchen and followed to help with the work.

Ran Lin, fully dedicated to his family’s business, eventually removed his hat and mask and sat behind the cash register like a mascot. With Ran Lin there, the shop’s popularity didn’t wane all day.

Even if the shop was full from morning to evening, they wouldn’t make a significant profit since it was a small business. However, Lu Qing and Ran Yimin were thrilled that their son was so well-liked, and Ran Lin was happy to make his parents proud.

All parents and children around the world are alike.

Parents always hope their efforts will lead to their children’s success, and children always wish to make their parents proud.

It wasn’t until the shop closed for the day that Lu Qing finally had a moment to ask, “Why didn’t you let us know you were coming? Why sneak back?”

“…What kind of words are those?” Ran Lin questioned his mother’s choice of words, suspecting she had been watching too many dramatic TV shows.

“Your mother is so happy she’s lost for words,” Ran Yimin interjected, floating past the mother-son duo with a comment.

Lu Qing, too busy to deal with her husband, focused on understanding her son’s situation. “How long are you staying this time?”

Ran Lin grinned at his mother. “Until the 15^th day of the first lunar month.”

Lu Qing was momentarily stunned, not expecting her son to stay for the entire Chinese New Year celebration. Her heart burst with joy, but the more excited she got, the less she knew what to say, eventually patting her son on the shoulder. “The company you signed with this time is quite considerate. I like it!”

Ran Lin smiled and decided to tell Lu Yiyao later that evening that, though he hadn’t made an appearance yet, he had already made a good impression.

But after his joy, he felt a bit nervous. This visit wasn’t just about celebrating the New Year; it was also about coming out to his parents. Ever since realizing he was gay, Ran Lin had been preparing for this moment, but now that it was here, he felt anxious.

By New Year’s Eve, Lu Qing had started bustling around in the kitchen early in the morning, while Ran Yimin, after finishing pasting up the couplets, wandered around the house restlessly, trying to help with this and that, a typical case of being too idle but wanting to contribute.

Since Ran Yimin wasn’t much help to Lu Qing, Ran Lin, even less so, was promptly shooed out of the kitchen. He wasn’t skilled with plants either, so he ended up sitting on the sofa with his phone, playing the part of a child waiting to be fed.

However, this “child” was brewing a significant matter. From the morning, he couldn’t calm down, his palms occasionally sweating.

[Were you nervous at the time?]—He reached out to his experienced partner for some moral support.

After a long wait, the reply from his partner was just two words—[It’s okay.]

Ran Lin squinted his eyes and typed back irritably—[What does ‘it’s okay’ even mean!]

After a bit of silence, the reply came—[Just like you are now.]

Ran Lin was frustrated; that clearly meant extremely nervous!

As if hearing his complaint, the phone vibrated again—[If I admit I was nervous, it would undermine my image as a business tycoon. 😊]

Ran Lin—[That image of yours with no public recognition can fall apart for all I care…]

Lu Yiyao—[I just want to pull you close and give you a big kiss regardless of what you say.jpg]

Ran Lin—[Why are you busy making memes on New Year’s Eve instead of working?]

Lu Yiyao—[Are you sure you want to talk about it today? It’s a big day after all.]

Realizing the conversation was getting back on track, Ran Lin paused, then replied.

Ran Lin—[The atmosphere is good during the New Year, and we have a saying here. You can’t hit children during the New Year. 😊]

Lu Yiyao—[Scheming boy.jpg]

Ran Lin saw this meme for the first time, featuring a figure with a cunning smile, looking utterly cheeky.

…What was his partner thinking when he made this meme!

Before Ran Lin could comment, his phone vibrated three times in quick succession—

Lu Yiyao—[Don’t worry, I’m with you.jpg]

Lu Yiyao—[As you say, parents are always at their children’s mercy.jpg]

Lu Yiyao—[Go for it, Xiao Ran Lin.jpg]

Memes are indeed weapons of mass destruction. At any rate, Ran Lin’s heart turned as soft as peach juice, and his nervousness sweetened by the sentiment.

Ran Lin—[Lu Yiyao.]

Lu Yiyao—[…Why so serious all of a sudden? 💦]

Ran Lin—[I love you.]

The phone was quiet for a long time, so long that Ran Lin wondered if his partner had just put down the phone and missed the message, until it finally vibrated again—

Lu Yiyao—[Yeah, I know.]

Ran Lin gritted his teeth at the response, deciding they needed to discuss “how to properly respond to a partner’s declaration of love” when he got back.

At 8 p.m., the Spring Festival Gala began, and the Ran family’s New Year’s Eve dinner officially started.

Ran Yimin, who only got to drink once a year without being scolded, happily took out the Maotai wine his son had gifted him and poured himself a glass.

After pouring his own, he attempted to pour for Ran Lin, but Lu Qing intervened. “If you want to drink, just drink, but don’t always lead your son down the path of alcoholism.”

Ran Yimin frowned, disagreeing with his wife’s comment. “I may be a drinker, but my son is not. He has a talent for drinking, but it’s always you holding him back. His talent is being buried!”

Lu Qing rolled her eyes. “What talent? It’s just genetics. If you had listened to me and quit drinking when we were trying for a child, Ran Lin wouldn’t be like this now.”

“……” Ran Lin really wanted to ask what his current situation was. Although he wasn’t particularly fond of alcohol, he quite liked his hidden talent of never getting drunk.

“Son, you see?” Ran Yimin, unable to win against his wife, turned to his son for support. Although he might seem quiet over the phone, whenever the family of three gathered, he became quite chatty—a performer who thrived on the spot. “Your mother always bullies me like this at home. It’s not easy for me to have endured until now.”

“It’s me who has it tough.” Lu Qing raised her voice by an octave, drawing her son’s attention back to her. “Marrying your father was the greatest hardship of my life…”

The Spring Festival Gala on TV dazzled with song and dance.

But the Ran family enjoyed their own harmony and joy off-screen.

This was the New Year’s Eve night Ran Lin missed the most: lively, festive, filled with the warmth of family. Even his parents’ bickering sounded cheerful to him.

Rarely sticking to the tradition of staying up late, the family was unusually spirited and managed to stay awake until the clock struck twelve. At that moment, Ran Lin stood up from the sofa and loudly wished, “Dad, Mom, Happy New Year.”

Lu Qing and Ran Yimin’s smiles were filled with happiness, every wrinkle a testament to their joy.

As it was just family, there was no custom of exchanging red envelopes, so after the New Year’s greetings, the celebration was considered complete.

Lu Qing yawned, ready to get up for some rest, but she noticed her son, who had just finished his New Year’s greeting, still standing in front of them, motionless.

Lu Qing looked up, the smile slowly fading from her face, replaced by a slight confusion. “Hm?”

Ran Yimin, less sensitive than his wife, looked at her first, thinking she might have some instructions.

It was only when Ran Lin spoke that Ran Yimin realized it wasn’t his wife who had something to say, but his son—

“Dad, Mom, I have something to tell you.”

Seeing the serious expression on his son’s face, Lu Qing knew it was something significant and immediately muted the TV with the remote.

The living room fell into sudden silence.

“Speak,” Lu Qing said succinctly.

While the gala continued on the TV, the contrast only made the atmosphere in the room more solemn.

Ran Yimin looked at his son, then at his wife, confused about the situation.

Thump.

Ran Lin knelt down without warning. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry.”

Lu Qing was stunned, speechless for a moment.

Ran Yimin was shocked, his voice trembling with concern. “Son, what are you doing? Did you do something wrong? Don’t scare your parents…”

“No!” Ran Lin quickly denied.

Before even coming out, he was nearly labeled a criminal by his own father.

“Then just spit it out already!” Lu Qing’s lifetime hatred was for unfinished sentences, and only her son was an exception. If it were Ran Yimin, she simply couldn’t tolerate it.

“I’m gay.” Ran Lin had rehearsed countless versions of coming out—subtle, roundabout, indirect, and full of hints. But now, facing his parents’ genuinely concerned eyes, all his tactics failed him, leaving only two dry words.

But isn’t that the core of it, just those two words?

It was hard to say, but once said, it was out there.

“I like men. I have since I was little. I’ve been hiding it from you. I’m sorry… Mom, you always hoped I’d settle down soon. I’ve found the person I want to be with. We’ve known each other for four years and been together for three. I know it’s hard for you to accept right away, but I promise, I haven’t gone bad. I’m still me.”

After pouring his heart out, Ran Lin looked at his parents with immense trepidation and a sliver of hope.

If Lu Qing and Ran Yimin were initially confused by the term “gay”, by now, even the slowest would understand.

But understanding didn’t make it any easier to speak.

Silence spread like wild grass, erasing the festive mood that filled the room just moments ago.

Ran Lin, watching his parents’ continued silence, felt his tiny hope extinguish, giving way to a prickling bitterness.

“Dad, Mom.” Ran Lin’s voice cracked, barely suppressing a sob. “Please, say something…”

Ran Yimin put his arm around his wife’s shoulder, patting gently, then finally spoke to his son with an unexpectedly calm voice. “What do you want us to say? You’re not asking for our opinion. You’re just informing us.”

“This isn’t something that can be discussed.” Ran Lin shook his head gently, pained by the hurt he caused his parents, yet feeling unjustly aggrieved. “It’s innate. I can’t change it… I used to write with my left hand, and you could make me change that because I have two hands. But I only have one heart. I just like men. I can’t switch this heart for another…”

“Enough.” Ran Yimin frowned, clearly uninterested in poetic explanations. “Just tell me, is this really something that can’t be changed?”

“Really,” Ran Lin replied without hesitation.

Ran Yimin’s chest heaved, obviously suppressing strong emotions, yet his arm still held Lu Qing’s shoulder, fearing any relaxation might lead to her breaking down.

“Why can’t you just let us have a peaceful New Year…” Lu Qing finally spoke, her voice slightly shaky, but she didn’t cry.

Ran Lin didn’t know what else to say, so he just kept repeating. “I’m sorry…”

“We don’t need your apology.” Lu Qing’s voice tightened. “We’re afraid you won’t be true to yourself. Two men can’t marry, have no children, no legal protections, no ties. If you break up, it’s over. You’re young now and unafraid, but what about when you’re old, old? When you’re alone, what will you do?”

Ran Lin expected to face fundamental rejections like “two men together isn’t normal,” but instead, every word from his mother was for his consideration.

Tears couldn’t be held back anymore.

Ran Lin wiped his face, but tears kept coming. He tried to breathe deeply, but it was of no use.

Seeing her son cry, Lu Qing’s own long-held tears fell. “Why are you crying? If anyone should cry, it’s your dad and me…”

Her words might have sounded harsh, but said through tears, they lost all their force.

Ran Yimin watched his wife and son crying together, his heart a mess. He couldn’t hold back his own tears, but fortunately, neither his wife nor his son noticed. He blinked hard and managed to push the tears back.

“Say something!” Lu Qing, on the verge of breaking down, snapped at Ran Yimin, who seemed as silent as a gourd.

Ran Yimin felt wrongly accused but understood that his wife needed someone to vent on. With their son, a grown man, crying like that, of course, she couldn’t bear to scold him.

With a heavy sigh, Ran Yimin resignedly said to Lu Qing, “This can’t be changed. I can’t even quit drinking myself, and this is something intrinsic to him. How can he change it.”

“I’m not forcing him to change.” Lu Qing sniffled, taking several deep breaths to steady her voice, but it choked up again as she continued, “But how will he manage in the future? People expect to have a companion in their old age. Who will take care of him when he’s old?”

“Mom…” Ran Lin cried it all out and felt as if the heavy stone pressing on his chest had been shattered by tears. It hadn’t completely gone away, but at least the suffocating pressure was no longer there. “Even married people get divorced these days, it’s so easy now. Having a marriage certificate doesn’t guarantee anything. Besides, you have to trust my judgment. Lu and I… we’ve been together for three years now. He’s even told his parents, and they said they want to invite me to dinner…”

“His parents want to invite you for dinner?!” Lu Qing exclaimed, eyes wide.

“Yeah.” Ran Lin wiped his face again, finally stopping the flood of tears.

“My precious son, how can you be so naive!” Lu Qing shook off Ran Yimin’s arm, got up, and walked over to fiercely tap her son’s forehead. “That’s them wanting to meet you in person to talk seriously. Mark my words, they’re probably going to tell you to stop bothering their son.”

“……” Ran Lin looked up at his mother, deciding he definitely needed to monitor her drama-watching list in the future. What a bunch of convoluted plot twists!

“Get up. It’s the New Year. What are you kneeling for.” Lu Qing grabbed her son’s clothes, pulled him up, and tossed him onto the sofa. Then she leaned in close, staring into his eyes as if she were a lie detector. “You’ve really been together for three years?”

Ran Lin nodded firmly.

Lu Qing watched him silently, her eyes reddening again, but this time she didn’t cry. “Mom doesn’t understand all this, but I just want you to be happy.”

Ran Lin hugged his mother tightly. “I am happy, very happy.”

……

For half a month, Ran Lin followed his parents like a little helper, visiting relatives, meeting friends, acting as a mascot when the shop was open, and trailing home after closing. Occasionally, he even showed his mother the impressive figures in his mobile banking app.

Finally, on the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, after eating a glutinous rice ball, his mother, tired of his explanations, waved her hand impatiently. “Okay, I understand now. I’m not stopping you from pursuing your dreams and freedom. Can you just sit down and eat a glutinous rice ball quietly?”

Ran Lin chuckled, scooped up a black sesame one, and popped it into his mouth, only to burn his tongue.

At first worried, Lu Qing rolled her eyes when she saw he was okay. “Serves you right, talking non-stop all day.”

Ran Yimin chimed in, “Your son’s been talking for half a month, you’ve been nagging for a life…” The last “time” was cut off by his wife’s sharp glare, swallowed back down.

The bowl of glutinous rice balls didn’t take long to eat, but with everyone silent, just the sound of spoons clinking against the bowls, the minutes stretched out unusually long.

Although his mother didn’t want him to keep talking, Ran Lin was still uneasy and was about to say something more when he was preempted—

“After the fifteenth day of the first month, the New Year’s celebrations are considered over.” Lu Qing looked up at her son, her voice grave. “So from now on, let’s not bring up last year’s issues. You live your life well, and that will be the greatest filial piety to your father and me.”

Ran Lin felt a warmth in his heart and a sourness in his eyes. A myriad of emotions condensed into a single word. “Yeah.”

“And…” Lu Qing put down her spoon, deciding to give a final lecture. “Next time you have something to say, just say it. Don’t flop to the ground and kneel at every turn; we’re not in a TV drama…”

“Of course, ideally, there won’t be a ‘next time’.”

“Oh right, we made you switch from using your left hand to your right because we were afraid of you smudging your homework with pencil lead and ink. We thought if we didn’t push you to change, the school teachers would. It’s not like we were full and had nothing better to do than worry about which hand you used! That’s an old matter from years ago, and you’re still bringing it up. Why do you hold grudges…”

On New Year’s Eve, Ran Lin came out, and by the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, his mother was dredging up old grievances.

…But who’s really holding the grudges here!

……

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Ran Lin returned to Beijing, first going back to his rented apartment, and only when night fell did he drive to Lu Yiyao’s villa.

As he opened the door, the house was pitch dark; neither the main lights nor the night lights were on, and it was eerily quiet, as if no one had been there.

Ran Lin frowned. He and Lu Yiyao had agreed to spend the night here, and Lu Yiyao had said he’d come straight here after work.

Could he still be working overtime?

Puzzled, Ran Lin naturally moved to turn on the entrance light, but before his hand could touch the switch, he was suddenly pinned against the wall, and the next second, lips claimed his.

The familiar scent calmed Ran Lin down. He wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, deepening the kiss.

The chill of just entering was gradually dispelled by the fervent kiss, but as Lu Yiyao’s hand slipped under his shirt, Ran Lin shivered anew.

“Welcome home.” The kiss finally ended, and Lu Yiyao whispered with a smile.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Ran Lin stared unblinkingly at him, guessing, “Is there good news?”

Lu Yiyao lightly nipped his nose. “Doesn’t successfully coming out count?”

Ran Lin raised an eyebrow. “I told you on New Year’s Eve, aren’t you a bit too prolonged in your excitement?”

Lu Yiyao’s smile widened, leaning close to whisper in his lover’s ear. “<Youth of Wuling> has been sold.”

Ran Lin was surprised. “Already? The post-production isn’t even done yet.”

Lu Yiyao explained, “Two satellite TV stations we talked to the year before just confirmed the deal yesterday. It’s actually considered slow. Some dramas are sold right when they start filming, stations don’t even look at the content, just the cast.”

Ran Lin: “Are you implying I still need to work harder…”

“……” Lu Yiyao was speechless. Thinking too much can indeed be worrisome.

Ran Lin didn’t know much about TV series distribution, but seeing Lu Yiyao so happy, he knew it must be a good result. But when he asked about the selling price…

“So you’re still going to lose a few million?”

Lu Yiyao shook his head. “That’s just satellite TV. There’s still online platforms. It won’t be a loss.”

Ran Lin breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

Lu Yiyao held Ran Lin tight, nuzzling his neck gently. “It’s already very good. I originally planned for the show to be a loss leader, but now we’re not just breaking even. We’ve made a profit. It’s an unexpected joy.”

Ran Lin shared his happiness. “You really are suited for business…”

Lu Yiyao lightly bit his neck. “Mainly because I chose the right lead actor…”

Ran Lin wanted to be modest, but the gentle biting on his neck made him weak and relaxed.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already being carried upstairs by Lu Yiyao.

Ran Lin hadn’t had dinner yet, so he indulged Lu Yiyao first. By the end, he didn’t have the energy to move a finger.

Lu Yiyao, however, was full of energy, turned on the light, and went down to make a late-night snack for his lover.

Ran Lin felt like a human-shaped power bank, exclusively for Lu Yiyao.

It was late at night, and Lu Yiyao didn’t make anything too complicated—just two bowls of noodles. He brought them into the bedroom, setting up a small, foldable table on the bed to eat with his lover.

While slurping noodles, Ran Lin detailed the entire coming-out process to Lu Yiyao.

After he finished, Ran Lin genuinely reflected. “That tactic of ‘fatigue bombardment and brainwashing popularization’ that Mengmeng used should be promoted.”

Lu Yiyao smiled. “You can tell her yourself.”

The dinner date had already been set for this weekend.

Ran Lin pursed his lips and, after a while, softly said, “I’m a bit nervous.”

Lu Yiyao knew that Ran Lin wasn’t nervous about Lu Yimeng and held his hand, saying, “Don’t worry, my parents are very…”

Lu Yiyao considered words like “kind,” “gentle,” “good-tempered,” each with its calming effect, and finally chose—

“Very reasonable people.”

“……” Ran Lin felt like he hadn’t received much comfort.

The day of the dinner quickly arrived.

Before meeting Lu Yiyao, Ran Lin had never imagined sitting down to eat with his boyfriend’s parents, but when the day actually came, he imagined countless scenarios of how it might unfold.

In pessimistic moments, he envisioned endings with arguments or even overturning the table. In optimistic moments, it was awkward silence or subtle verbal sparring.

But, like with his coming out, none of the imagined storms happened. It was just a very normal dinner, casual eating and chatting, as if friends were visiting.

Ran Lin didn’t know how much groundwork Lu Yiyao had laid behind the scenes, but as the beneficiary of these efforts, he felt as happy as he had told his parents.

Of course, the “casual chatting” wasn’t entirely without substance. In fact, Lu Yiyao’s parents, like his own, were worried and uneasy, though they masked it in seemingly casual conversation—

“What are your plans for the future?” Lu Guoming asked.

Ran Lin answered honestly. “I love acting, so I’ll probably continue to act until I can’t, or no one wants me anymore.”

“And in life.” Lu Guoming paused. “I mean, about the two of you.”

Ran Lin saw Lu Yiyao about to speak and pressed his hand under the table, knowing his parents were clear about their son’s thoughts and now wanted to hear what their son’s partner really thought.

“Our relationship can’t be made public for now,” Ran Lin said calmly. “Maybe in the future, if the environment allows, we might, or maybe not. But it won’t affect our life together.”

Lu Guoming asked, “Hiding it for a lifetime, won’t it be too hard?”

Ran Lin pondered for a moment. “It will be, but it’s worth it.”

Lu Guoming had no further questions, just looked steadily at him, as if he could see his son’s future in his face.

Fan Li hadn’t spoken much, but she listened intently when her ex-husband spoke. She wasn’t thrilled, but at least she felt more grounded. Ran Lin gave her a clearer picture and direction for her son’s partner’s “wild thoughts”. Ran Lin’s “honesty” and “stability” also steadied her wavering heart a bit.

Lu Yimeng, unable to hold back any longer, leaned in with the most gossipy question of the meal—

“Ran Ge, what do you like about my brother?”

Ran Lin, who was sipping soup, almost choked at the question.

Of course, he could list what he liked about Lu Yiyao, but it felt a bit awkward in front of his parents.

Seeing Ran Lin’s hesitation, Lu Yiyao felt a slight pang. “Is it that hard to answer?”

Ran Lin, feeling helpless, glanced at Lu Yimeng, then at Lu Yiyao, seeing both siblings full of anticipation. He took a deep breath and began listing his lover’s qualities for his future sister-in-law. “Your brother is upright, open, diligent, dedicated to his work, ambitious, and self-reflective, which is actually quite rare. He might not seem very warm to friends, but he holds them in his heart, says less but does more, and…” The more he praised, the smoother he got, even recalling their first meeting, that Lu Yiyao who managed a smile despite being furious, felt like just yesterday. Thinking of this, Ran Lin couldn’t help but smile. “He’s got a good temper.”

“Mm,” Fan Li, who had been quiet, suddenly agreed. “He got that from me.”

Lu Yiyao: “…”

Lu Yimeng: “…”

Lu Guoming: “…”

Feeling the sudden silence, Ran Lin decided it was safer to remain quiet and continued drinking his soup quietly.

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