Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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

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Chapter 88

When the second round of videos was released, Lu Yiyao was on his way back to the hotel after finishing a recording. The car’s air conditioner was on, providing cool relief, but the enclosed space still felt somewhat stuffy and oppressive. The weather forecast had predicted a thunderstorm for Beijing today, but messages from his lover indicated it hadn’t started yet—only that there had been strong, ominous winds all day.

“Okay, thank you,” Yao Hong said, putting down her phone after a few minutes of conversation. She handed a bottle of water to Lu Yiyao in the back seat and said, “It’s all sorted out. That ‘Reality Gossip Lane’ is a subsidiary account of Dahlia Studio. XX Magazine is quite unhappy and has already started pressuring them. The heat should die down soon, and it won’t escalate further.”

“Dahlia Studio?” Lu Yiyao was surprised. That was a studio known for its reputable entertainment reporting, deeply rooted in the industry with a good reputation, and was among the few media invited to the party. “They’re doing paparazzi shots now?”

“Legitimate news isn’t profitable anymore. Now it’s the era of sensationalism, extortion, and paid hype,” Yao Hong said, her mouth twisting wryly at the state of affairs, a mix of helplessness and resignation. “But they’ve bitten off more than they can chew this time. Everyone at the party is somewhat connected. Taking unauthorized photos there is like slapping the face of the organizers. Not just XX Magazine but also people from Zhang Beichen’s side have applied pressure, and even more swiftly. If nothing unexpected happens, the second wave of videos will be deleted soon.”

Lu Yiyao was stunned. “Hong Jie, you mean this wasn’t a setup by Zhang Beichen?”

Lu Yiyao had assumed it was at least a cooperative effort with the entertainment studio.

“It shouldn’t be,” Yao Hong replied. “If it were his setup, there’d be no need to involve himself. Plus, that would mean he’s in cahoots with the studio, no need for him to then pressure them using public relations.”

“Why would he deliberately provoke me then?” Lu Yiyao had been baffled by this aspect, especially after calming down and thinking about it. Every word Zhang Beichen said seemed designed to incite him to violence.

“Consider it from another angle,” Yao Hong suggested, lacking the ability to read minds and only able to help Lu Yiyao analyze. “If you hadn’t controlled yourself and hit him, what would the outcome be?”

Lu Yiyao didn’t need to think hard. “I’d be the headline.”

Yao Hong: “And then what?”

“Then…” Lu Yiyao tried to foresee the potential progression, gradually grasping his agent’s point. “Everyone would discuss why I hit him.”

“Right,” Yao Hong finally nodded. “It takes two to tango. If you hit him, you must have had your reasons. Considering your generally positive public image, people will wonder what could have pushed you, Lu Yiyao, to lose control. If it were up to me to handle the PR, I would focus on that angle. Even if I couldn’t completely clear your name, Zhang Beichen wouldn’t come out unscathed either.”

Seeing Lu Yiyao listening attentively, Yao Hong paused before continuing, “You’re both male actors, and the public doesn’t initially take a biased sympathetic stance. They’re more interested in ‘right or wrong’ than the fight itself. The narrative could easily shift to ‘you hit him out of necessity; he had it coming.’ Why would he create trouble for himself?”

“That leaves us with an unsolvable question,” Lu Yiyao noted. “Knowingly provoking me would do him no good. Why still do it? It’s out of character for him.”

No, Lu Yiyao suddenly realized, actually, everything about Zhang Beichen last night was strange.

In Lu Yiyao’s understanding, Zhang Beichen was the kind who could keep a straight face no matter what he did behind the scenes. Many like him in the industry had become predictable to Lu Yiyao. He hadn’t thought much of it in his anger yesterday, but now, he realized that the awful things Zhang Beichen said about Ran Lin actually fit the mindset of “Why do I have to struggle for what you get easily?” It’s a fundamentally twisted logic where one only sees their own struggles and others’ rewards, never acknowledging their own gains or others’ efforts, perpetuating a belief of being the most aggrieved.

Without self-awareness of this flawed perspective, no one can help change it, and Lu Yiyao had no intention of trying. He was more concerned about what had happened to Zhang Beichen to make him so different last night from the person he remembered.

In the past two years, nothing significant seemed to have happened to Zhang Beichen, and his acting career proceeded as usual. If there was anything unusual, it might be what he unexpectedly heard from his lover about “Mr. Qin”…

[Not just XX Magazine but also people from Zhang Beichen’s side have applied pressure, and even more swiftly.]

His agent’s earlier words echoed in his mind, giving Lu Yiyao pause.

Yao Hong, unaware her artist was deep in thought, was still contemplating the question of “why provoke me if it does no good?” While Lu Yiyao was delving deeper, Yao Hong was being more direct. “Didn’t you say his entire demeanor was off yesterday, and he seemed emotionally unstable? If that’s true, then his behavior might not follow any logic, and acting out of control wouldn’t be surprising…”

“Hong Jie,” Lu Yiyao suddenly asked, feeling like he was on the verge of understanding something. “Who exactly pressured the studio on Zhang Beichen’s behalf?”

The question caught Yao Hong off guard, but she replied after a moment, “I’m not sure. I only heard it from XX Magazine. Not only was the action swift, but it was also forceful. Even if the magazine hadn’t contacted them, the second round of videos would have been deleted.”

Lu Yiyao looked at his agent and said, “Is it possible it was Mr. Qin…”

“The same Mr. Qin you asked me to investigate?” Yao Hong was surprised and quickly caught on. “You mean he’s involved with Zhang Beichen?”

Lu Yiyao had only mentioned Mr. Qin when asking his agent to investigate and didn’t hide anything now, simply nodding in confirmation.

Yao Hong thought for a moment and said, “If it is him, it wouldn’t be surprising that he has the clout. However…” she frowned, asking Lu Yiyao, “Even if we find out about him and Zhang Beichen, what then? You’re not planning to leak it, are you?”

“I’m not that idle,” Lu Yiyao said with a bitter smile, speaking honestly. “I just want to understand the situation for peace of mind.”

Yao Hong nodded, understanding.

They were all in the same industry; chances were they would meet again. Knowing both sides would help maintain an equilibrium.

After finishing the conversation with his agent, Lu Yiyao looked back at Weibo, only to find, to his surprise, that the trending topics had changed.

“Hong Jie,” Lu Yiyao called his agent, somewhat bewildered. “Tang Xiaoyu and Shen Ying just announced their relationship.”

Yao Hong turned around in surprise. “Now?”

Lu Yiyao swallowed and nodded.

Yao Hong asked, “Is it trending?”

Lu Yiyao confirmed, “It’s all over the trending searches. My issue has been completely squeezed out.”

Yao Hong seemed a bit dazed. “That timing is just too perfect.”

Lu Yiyao had settled from his initial shock and shook his head. “It’s not a coincidence. They chose this moment to divert attention from me and Ran Lin.”

Yao Hong asked, “Did you guys coordinate this beforehand?”

“No, it was entirely his unilateral surprise attack,” Lu Yiyao replied.

Yao Hong was at a loss for words, with mixed feelings swirling within her. She wanted to tap their foreheads one by one with her fingers in frustration at these unpredictable youths.

“Wait a minute,” Yao Hong finally realized. “Who is Tang Xiaoyu with?”

“Shen Ying,” Lu Yiyao replied.

Yao Hong was baffled. “When did they get together?”

“Since kindergarten,” Lu Yiyao answered.

Yao Hong was speechless.

……

“If I had known Tang Xiaoyu was going to steal the spotlight, there would’ve been no need for Mr. Qin to intervene,” Wu Xuefeng said, tossing his phone onto the coffee table in annoyance. “Now I owe another favor.”

Zhang Beichen, sitting on the carpet leaning against the sofa, glanced up at his agent with a trace of mockery. “It’s not like you have to pay it back. Why the frustration?”

“Don’t get too full of yourself,” Wu Xuefeng scolded him, seeing his carefree demeanor but then softened his tone, unusually earnest. “Face is a consumable. Each time you use it, there’s less left. Even if you’ve ended up in bed with him, your standing in his eyes is just a bit more than others, but it’s still limited. Of course, it should be used where it’s worth it.”

“I’ve always wondered.” Zhang Beichen looked at Wu Xuefeng with a rising tone of interest. “They say a broad heart leads to a hefty body. With all the pettiness in your heart, why aren’t you thin?”

Wu Xuefeng thought his artist was about to discuss something serious, only to be met with sarcastic ridicule.

However, he was used to it. Over the past year, Zhang Beichen had become increasingly sardonic. The more seriously you take him, the more he enjoys it, so Wu Xuefeng’s principle was now “ignore him”. He couldn’t provoke him, but he could always avoid him. Zhang Beichen’s whims didn’t hinder his acting or attending events. As long as the money tree kept dropping cash, everything was not a problem.

His agent’s silence made Zhang Beichen lose interest, and he lowered his head to scroll through his phone again.

Wu Xuefeng, sitting on the sofa, could see Zhang Beichen’s phone screen.

He was still looking at the headline about Tang Xiaoyu’s relationship announcement. Understandable, given how sudden and unexpected it was. The internet had gone wild, digging up everything about Tang Xiaoyu and Shen Ying’s past and present. The contents compiled could almost make up a “Memoir of Performing Careers”.

Suddenly, a familiar name popped up on Zhang Beichen’s phone, cutting off the photo he was fixated on.

Zhang Beichen remained in his previous posture, staring at the phone but not picking up.

“What are you doing? Answer the phone—” Wu Xuefeng prompted his client.

But Zhang Beichen was unresponsive.

Out of options, Wu Xuefeng snatched the phone from his hand, swiftly answered, and said with a voice full of deference, “Mr. Qin, it’s me…”

……

Ran Lin, feeling overwhelmed by Tang Xiaoyu’s news, decided to seek comfort from his lover.

Just as he was about to message, a new message came in first—[Are you and Lu Yiyao together?]

Ran Lin stiffened.

He didn’t know if the person deduced this from the video or had some other source of information, but either way, it chilled him to the bone, making even his fingertips cold in the middle of August.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Ran Lin responded with a symbol—[?]

Perhaps to avoid being recorded over the phone or leaving a voice print, the person had been texting all along.

Ran Lin thought he should learn from the person’s cautiousness.

1111:—[I won’t tell anyone. Just tell me yes or no.]

Ran Lin—[No.]

1111—[Aren’t you denying it too quickly?]

Ran Lin—[If I replied slowly, wouldn’t you think I’m being evasive?]

1111—[I told you I won’t tell anyone, and I mean it.]

Ran Lin—[But you can’t force me to confess to something that’s not true.]

1111—[I don’t know whether to say you’re stubborn or loyal.]

1111—[Listen to me, don’t date within the industry. Always walking by the river, one day you’ll get your shoes wet, and it’ll ruin both of you.]

Ran Lin was puzzled. Ding Kai didn’t seem to be probing or threatening, more like genuinely trying to warn him…

1111—[Also, avoid Zhang Beichen if you see him again; he’s got problems now.]

Ran Lin—[What do you mean?]

1111—[Exactly what it says.]

Ding Kai put down his phone, relieved that Ran Lin had been called away by that phone call at the venue. Otherwise, in the heat of the moment, he might have revealed Lao Qin’s affair.

Now, thinking about it, he felt he had done enough by warning Ran Lin. After all, it’s personal privacy. If Ran Lin were to spread it further, Lao Qin would be furious.

While Ding Kai was unwilling to elaborate further, Ran Lin didn’t pursue the matter either. And as if Lu Yiyao had timed it, he sent over a video call, knowing his partner would be resting at home, preparing for the next day’s shoot.

As soon as the video connected, Ran Lin promptly reported his chat with Ding Kai, including the vague warning at the end.

“I’ve already asked Hong Jie to help investigate,” Lu Yiyao said. “I’ll tell you as soon as I get any results.”

Ran Lin was surprised at how quick his lover acted and was just about to express his admiration when he heard Lu Yiyao say, “Let’s discuss the ‘always walking by the river; one day you’ll get your shoes wet’ issue.”

Ran Lin, seeing his lover’s displeased face on the screen, smiled and leaned closer to the camera, whispering, “You know how hard I resisted not saying, ‘I’ve got a big boss boyfriend now. I’m taken care of. You don’t need to worry.'”

Lu Yiyao, whose jealousy had been stirred up, was immediately pacified by a can of sweet words. “The company registration has been moved up. It should be done by October. Then I’ll transfer some of the studio’s business there and get the company up and running.”

“So soon?” Although Ran Lin knew Lu Yiyao was working on it, the reality of it happening soon feels surreal.

“It has to be. If it’s any later, Lao Huo won’t have time to be my helper; he’s getting married next May,” Lu Yiyao said with a smile.

Ran Lin was surprised and then nostalgic. “Finally getting married.”

Lu Yiyao laughed. “You sound just like his mom.”

Ran Lin: “…Neither Huo Yuntao nor Mrs. Huo would appreciate that comparison.”

“After Lao Huo’s wedding, once your contract situation is sorted out…” Lu Yiyao’s voice suddenly dropped almost to a whisper, intimate through the speaker. “I want to introduce you to my family.”

Ran Lin’s heart fluttered, deeply moved, yet he asked, “Will I get beaten up?”

Lu Yiyao thought seriously for a moment. “Probably not, because the first stop is my mother and sister. Even if they’re angry, they won’t hit you. Maybe just scratch a little.”

Ran Lin: “…So I’ll go meet your dad with a scratched face?”

Lu Yiyao raised an eyebrow. “Scared?”

Ran Lin sighed. “I’m worried for your dad.”

Looking at his partner’s beaming eyes, Ran Lin suddenly felt that all the hesitations, conflicts, and pressures about understanding his own sexual orientation were unnecessary. When you have that someone you want to walk with, even if the path is on the edge of a cliff and only ten centimeters wide, you both can stick to the cliff and cross it.

“After visiting your family, if I still have breath.” Ran Lin quietly watched Lu Yiyao. “I’ll take you straight to meet my family.”

Lu Yiyao nodded. “Your parents will definitely like me.”

Ran Lin looked at him sideways. “Who gave you that confidence?”

Lu Yiyao: “My face.”

Ran Lin: “…The standard answer should be me!”

……

The next day, Ran Lin headed off to the set.

If Weibo felt like an alternate world, then the set felt like a utopia. Once immersed in filming, there was no need to worry about the outside world. He focused on building his character and ensuring the shooting schedule, ignoring all external turmoil.

But from late August to the end of November, the entertainment circle remained remarkably quiet. Except for the variety show featuring Tang Xiaoyu and Shen Ying after their relationship announcement, no other news created much buzz. Even the summer dramas and movies were lackluster, failing to ignite much interest in discussions.

On the day of the wrap for <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms>, coinciding with the male lead’s birthday, the wrap party turned into a birthday celebration, and the whole crew had a blast.

Truthfully, Ran Lin wasn’t very optimistic about the show’s prospects. The director had insisted on a flamboyant and joyful approach throughout the shooting, coupled with a lackluster script. He anticipated it to be a filler drama, not requiring much thought for logic or plot, just something to watch for fun.

However, looking back at the three months spent on the set without considering the script’s quality, it had been a happy time. Maybe because of the script’s lighthearted nature, the atmosphere was always cheerful, and everyone was carefree both on and off the camera. These three months felt like an extended summer camp.

When he left Beijing, it was the end of summer. When he returned, the trees were tinged with yellow and the leaves were dangling, as if waiting for an autumn wind to let them fall and become nourishment for next year’s growth.

The day after Ran Lin returned home, the company’s boss called him to discuss the contract, just as Wang Xi had predicted. The boss presented a new contract for him to consider, promising room for negotiation if he finds any terms unsatisfactory.

Although the new contract offered some improvements, they were limited and lacked sincerity. Ran Lin had no intention of renewing and didn’t say much, just mentioning he needed more time to consider, following Wang Xi’s advice.

The boss seemed more anxious, hoping to finalize the contract as soon as possible.

“Because once your two films are released next year, your worth will change,” Wang Xi explained back in her office.

Ran Lin understood, ready to leave and discuss further with Wang Xi, but Liu Wanwan interrupted, whispering, “Wang Xi, Deng Minru just entered the boss’s office with a handsome guy.”

Wang Xi nodded, acknowledging the information.

But Ran Lin was confused, looking at Liu Wanwan. “What handsome guy?”

Deng Minru was promoted to head of the brokerage department last month. Now, Dream Without Limits agency department effectively had two heads, but the company’s official statement reasoned it out well—due to the need for business structural adjustment, Wang Xi would now manage brokerage operations while Deng Minru would oversee brokerage development. In other words, one manages internal affairs while the other focuses on external growth. Clearly, one role is more significant than the other.

But Ran Lin, busy with his filming schedule, only knew this much, and the rest he heard from the gossip Liu Wanwan relayed from Wang Xi.

“Ran Ge, don’t look at me,” Liu Wanwan, who had just returned from the set with Ran Lin, said with a shrug. “Xi Jie just had me keep an eye out, so I did.”

Ran Lin turned to his agent for a clearer picture.

Wang Xi didn’t hold back and shared openly. “I heard she’s been scouting for new talents for the company. She might bring someone to the boss today, so I had Wanwan stay alert.”

“New talent?” Ran Lin was surprised. “What about Han Ze?”

“Han Ze hardly gets any new gigs now. I’ve heard even previous commitments are being canceled.” Liu Wanwan, unaware of the company’s new talent hunt, had heard quite a bit about Han Ze from internal company chats. “The whole thing with Cui Yanyan has damaged his image severely. It seems Deng Minru doesn’t want to clean up his mess, so he’s pretty much been left to fend for himself.”

Ran Lin looked at Wang Xi for confirmation.

She nodded slightly and added, “If Deng Minru’s hunt for new talents goes well, the company might shift Han Ze to Kang Hui’s management. This way, Deng Minru can focus entirely on the new talent.”

Ran Lin was stunned. Would Han Ze agree to such a move?

But then, what if he doesn’t? With his declining popularity and the recent controversy, not to mention the lackluster performance of <Chronicles of Winter>, turning his career around seemed like a tall order. The entertainment industry moves fast, and Dream Without Limits clearly wouldn’t fret over his departure.

Once a golden duo, Wang Xi and Han Ze now seemed like remnants of the past. Having followed Wang Xi for three years, Ran Lin felt like time had just zipped by. Yet, looking back, so much had changed.

Leaving the company, Ran Lin felt a breeze.

He tightened his coat and got into the company car to head home. On the way, he sent a message to a friend—[I remember someone saying they could consult on buying a car?]

Before a reply could come, a call buzzed through. It was Gu Jie, sounding as loud and cheerful as when they first met. “Back in Beijing?”

“Yeah,” Ran Lin replied, feeling grounded. “I wrapped up yesterday.”

Gu Jie: “Perfect timing. I’m free these days. Whenever you want to go, just tell me.”

Ran Lin smiled. “I’ll call you once it’s set.”

Gu Jie: “Can’t set it now?”

Ran Lin: “I need to ask Teacher Lu first.”

Gu Jie: “Don’t trust my eye?”

Ran Lin: “I miss Teacher Lu.”

Gu Jie: “Alright, I know you two are close. I’ll check with Boss Xia.”

Ran Lin: “Boss Xia?”

Gu Jie: “His studio officially launched last week. Now he’s his own boss.”

Ran Lin: “We should celebrate for him, then.”

Gu Jie: “A car party. How about it?”

Ran Lin: “……”

Feeling somewhat out of his depth with such a trendy plan, Ran Lin left arranging the celebration for Xia Xinran to Gu Jie, while he took on arranging a meeting with Lu Yiyao.

Lu Yiyao’s company had launched last month, and he was knee-deep in getting everything off the ground. Not just the operations, but the first project of the company demanded his direct attention. He had even formed a team to scout for promising scripts. Amidst all this, he was toggling between overwhelming company affairs and an ocean of scripts.

After getting home, Ran Lin called Lu Yiyao, but the call rang several times before being answered by Li Tong. “Ran Ge?”

Understanding immediately, Ran Lin asked, “Busy?”

Li Tong replied, “He’s in a meeting.”

Ran Lin chuckled internally, feeling like he’s truly dealing with a busy executive. “Tell him I called when it’s over.”

“Sure thing, Ran Ge,” Li Tong assured before hanging up.

Ran Lin settled back into his couch. Despite just returning from the tiring filming, he felt secure. Many things and people change, but just as many stay the same or even get better…

Ran Lin didn’t realize he had dozed off until a video call alert jolted him awake. The room was still bright, and he couldn’t tell the time.

To Lu Yiyao’s surprise, the call connected to a groggy Ran Lin, causing him to pause momentarily before his tension from the day’s troubles melted away at the sight.

As Ran Lin’s focus returned fully from his nap, his eyes finally cleared. “Why aren’t you talking?”

Because staying silent means getting to watch you in that adorable dazed state for a little longer.

But Lu Yiyao couldn’t say that. Instead, he thought of a future where they could live together, where he could wake up a few minutes earlier every day just to watch Ran Lin, in all sorts of ways, to his heart’s content…

Ran Lin, sensing something off in his lover’s gaze, decided to cut in. “I called earlier. Li Tong said you were in a meeting.”

“Yes, the company is just starting, so there’s a lot to do. I’ve been tied up with schedules these past few days, so everything piled up today.” Lu Yiyao explained, then added, “I was planning to visit you in a few days to let you rest, but I guess you missed me too much.”

“Indeed, I particularly missed…” Ran Lin, eyes fixed on the screen and the bright face of Lu Yiyao from his “confession”, finished with a mischievous smile. “Buying a car.”

Lu Yiyao’s heart, which hadn’t even started soaring, crashed down.

“Buying a car?”

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it for a while but never had the time.”

“So you want my help to pick one?”

“The car selection I’ve left to Gu Jie.”

Ran Lin: “He said to call Xia Xinran for a car party, as a celebration of Xia Xinran’s studio setup.”

“…” Great, he’s ranked third now.

Sighing, Lu Yiyao complained in a low voice, “He’s starting a studio, but I’ve also established a company.”

“Let’s celebrate both.” Ran Lin leaned closer to the screen, seriously asking, “Do you like car parties?”

Lu Yiyao thought about it seriously and shook his head. Racing to the sixth ring road and beyond was enough for a lifetime.

However, the car party ended up missing one person, as Lu Yiyao was called back to the company on his way there—the head of Pentium Times happened to be near his company and decided to visit.

Lu Yiyao started his career at Pentium Times and continued to be affiliated with them even after establishing his studio. Essentially, he had always been under Pentium Times’ care. When he mentioned wanting to establish his own company, the head of Pentium Times was quite supportive. Lu Yiyao remembered this favor, so he couldn’t neglect the rare visit.

Despite the absence, a car was still bought—a black SUV. Although Xia Xinran thought black wasn’t flashy enough, Ran Lin found the low-profile practicality perfect, ideally blending into the flow of traffic.

Unfortunately, the car didn’t see much use after the purchase, as Ran Lin got busy again from late December, first with post-production dubbing for <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms>, then with various promotional shoots for <Chronicles of Winter>, and the kickoff for <Dyeing Fire>. Although <Dyeing Fire> couldn’t make the Spring Festival slot, the production still aimed for late February or early March to catch the tail of the holiday movie surge.

One thing led to another, and not only was seeing Lu Yiyao unlikely, even returning home for the New Year seemed impossible. With <Chronicles of Winter> premiering on the first day of the lunar new year, promotional activities would span from before and continue after the festival, so Ran Lin had to spend a few days with his parents in January as an early celebration.

Returning to Beijing from home, the official Weibo for <Chronicles of Winter> released the first teaser trailer that evening.

[Mystical fog envelops the nine heavens! <Chronicles of Winter> teaser trailer first drop is here to shock and awe! [Video link]]

The one-minute teaser was watched back and forth several times by Ran Lin until every frame was etched into his mind. Not until then did he stop replaying it, sitting with a stillness in his heart…

The production team had indeed invested in post-production!

Despite acting in every scene, the replacement of green screens and addition of special effects made everything seem completely new. So new that at certain scenes, Ran Lin wondered if he had actually acted them.

What was more commendable was the one-minute teaser, mainly showcasing the beautiful scenery seen by a character upon ascending to the nine heavens, already exuded a strong sense of Eastern charm. This was evident in the comments under the official Weibo post—

[The effects style is unique and doesn’t remind me of Western fantasy or 3D MMORPGs, which is so rare… 😭]

[Finally, a special effects team that understands Eastern charm. The beauty of Chinese landscape paintings lies in the art of leaving blank spaces—so hard to find in a world of overly busy effects… 😔]

[Left wanting more, which is good. Hoping the full movie maintains this standard.]

[Beautiful and ethereal.]

[As a reader of the original novel, I must say, as beautiful as it is, this is the domain of the villain, which will eventually be destroyed by the male lead. 😂]

Alongside the praise for the effects were compliments for the actors. Because the teaser had limited conflict scenes and was mostly a showcase of the actors, the positive comments were largely attributed to the stylists, who flawlessly highlighted each actor’s peak appearance—

[This is the first time I’ve truly gotten Ran Lin’s appeal; before, I just thought he was delicate. 🫣]

[Ran Lin’s face is really full of collagen, making him perfectly fit the role of a teenager 😣]

[Am I the only one obsessed with the Wine Officer… Lao Wang, my idol!]

[Obsessed with Lao Wang, take me with you! I’ve liked him since his role in <Reluctant Bridge> [Crazy call.jpg]]

[No one wants the Emperor of the North? I’ll take him.]

[The female lead only has two shots, but she’s stunning!]

With praises, admirations, cautious speculations, and light criticism, some even remembered the failed drama adaptation—

[Given the drama version… um, I think I’ll wait for the reviews before deciding whether to watch.]

[The visual is already leagues beyond the drama. Just hope all the essence isn’t just in the trailer.]

With the production willing to invest in promotion, the trailer was quickly picked up by marketing accounts and comments flooded in, climbing up the trending topics fast. When Ran Lin opened the trending list to see how high it had risen, he unexpectedly saw the word <Split Moon> ranking second.

Upon clicking, he discovered that <Split Moon>, starring Lu Yiyao and not yet released domestically, had become the only Chinese film to enter the main competition at a prestigious international film festival this year!

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Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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

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Chapter 87

Ran Lin made a round to the restroom and returned to the venue, immediately spotting Lu Yiyao amidst the crowd. Standing with a drink in hand, Lu Yiyao was conversing in the middle of the room where others were mingling. He looked perfectly at ease there, but the person he was speaking with was Zhang Beichen.

From where Ran Lin stood, he couldn’t hear their conversation or see Zhang Beichen’s expression, as he was mostly turned away. All Ran Lin could see was Lu Yiyao’s face, which held a calm and detached demeanor, lacking even his usual polite smile but also free of any frowns or distaste.

As if sensing something, Lu Yiyao looked up, and their eyes met. The next second, Lu Yiyao gave a slight shake of his head. It was a subtle movement that Ran Lin might have missed if he wasn’t intently watching. Ran Lin understood; Lu Yiyao was signaling him not to come over at that moment. It might not be strange for Ran Lin to approach and greet Lu Yiyao in Zhang Beichen’s presence, but it was better to avoid unnecessary interactions and the ensuing forced pleasantries.

Sighing, Ran Lin wished he could tell Lu Yiyao that he’d already exchanged pleasantries with Zhang Beichen and that any unpleasantness had already occurred. Learning about Zhang Beichen’s involvement with someone like Mr. Qin from Ding Kai left Ran Lin feeling uneasy, even though it was Zhang Beichen’s own choice and perhaps none of their business, but they were friends once…

“Ran Lin—” Zhang Beichen, noticing Lu Yiyao’s subtle cues, turned and called out to Ran Lin with a wave.

His voice was loud, standing out in the subdued atmosphere of the party, where everyone was whispering and breaking through the relaxed background music. Thankfully, he only shouted twice and didn’t escalate further.

Ran Lin quickly smiled apologetically at the other guests and hastened over to avoid any further scenes. Lu Yiyao’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, clearly displeased with Zhang Beichen’s impulsive act, but the emotion was fleeting. By the time Ran Lin approached, Lu Yiyao had already composed himself and said naturally, “He said you were here too. I’ve been looking all over and couldn’t find you.”

“I just went to the restroom,” Ran Lin replied in a familiar tone, not pretending to be distant with Lu Yiyao. “Weren’t you recording a show in Shanghai?”

“I was invited and had to make the time to come, even if it meant being busy.” Lu Yiyao sighed. “Pity I still arrived late and missed the opening.”

Zhang Beichen’s lips twisted into a smirk, his words carrying an ambiguous tone of either teasing or mocking. “No wonder you’re such good friends, gathering every other day. You even know Teacher Lu’s schedule so well.”

Lu Yiyao didn’t respond but scrutinized Zhang Beichen. Ever since their conversation hadn’t been two minutes long, he had sensed something off about Zhang Beichen, who usually maintained a veneer of civility regardless of his inner feelings. However, today, his words seemed pointed and provocative, and Lu Yiyao couldn’t figure out what he was up to.

Ran Lin could detect the mockery in Zhang Beichen’s tone, but it also seemed simply bitter, without doubting his relationship with Lu Yiyao. After all, their recent gathering was well-known, and pretending to be long-lost friends with Lu Yiyao at this point would be odd.

With this in mind, Ran Lin added a few more words for clarity. “Before you arrived, we were chatting over there.”

This “we” naturally referred to himself and Zhang Beichen, which Lu Yiyao understood. He was about to steer the conversation towards lighter topics, but Zhang Beichen interjected first.

“And President Ding Kai,” Zhang Beichen added, nodding toward Ding Kai sitting in the distance. “The three of us had a long chat. President Ding appreciates Ran Lin a lot.”

The emphasis Zhang placed on “three” and “a lot” loaded the statement with implications.

Lu Yiyao’s good mood, which had lasted the entire evening, finally evaporated at that moment. No longer interested in pleasantries, Li Yiyao glanced at a quiet place in the corner and said, “Let’s go over there. It’s quiet, and we can have a good chat.”

Ran Lin couldn’t fathom why Zhang Beichen was acting so erratically today, or if perhaps being confronted about his relationship with Mr. Qin by Ding Kai had infuriated him. Regardless, Zhang Beichen seemed intent on ensuring no one else was comfortable if he wasn’t.

Lu Yiyao seemed to have caught on as well, hence his intention to move away from the conspicuous center of the venue to a more discreet location.

Today might be a good day for heart-to-hearts and to clear the air, Ran Lin thought.

Without waiting for a response, Lu Yiyao walked towards the secluded corner. After a brief pause, Zhang Beichen shrugged indifferently and followed. Ran Lin, with mixed feelings, trailed behind.

To an outsider, they might appear as old friends who happened upon each other at the party and decided to find a corner for a private chat. Only they knew the complexity of emotions involved.

On the way, Ran Lin picked up three glasses of champagne. The clear, bubbling drink filled the elegant flutes, a sight pleasing to the eye.

Once seated, he placed the three glasses on the low table, one in front of each person. Champagne is often associated with celebrations and festive times, as if drinking it signifies joyous moments. Ran Lin didn’t know how their relationship with Zhang Beichen would change after today, but deep down, he hoped they could still toast to a friendly parting.

“Thanks.” Zhang Beichen was the first to pick up his glass, taking a light sip and looking at Ran Lin with a faint smile. “That’s the best thing about you. No matter the time, no matter what happens, no matter who you’re facing, you always maintain a good posture. You don’t embarrass yourself, nor do you embarrass others…”

“But,” Zhang Beichen set down his glass, the base clinking crisply against the firestone tabletop, “being too overdone is just hypocrisy.”

Ran Lin, adept at navigating investors’ banquets, found himself at a loss against such sharp and biting remarks. He sensed a fundamental misunderstanding between himself and Zhang Beichen but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

Zhang Beichen disliked the innocent look on Ran Lin’s face; it made him feel even more villainous. This secluded, quiet spot with dim lighting was perfect for unpleasant truths. “Ding Kai must have told you everything about Lao Qin. You can look down on me, mock or ridicule me, I’ll take it. Any reaction is better than this pretense of ignorance you’re showing right now.”

Ran Lin was speechless. When the perception gap between two people on the same matter is too wide, it seems there’s no way to start a conversation.

Lu Yiyao realized that Zhang Beichen wasn’t intending to maintain even a shred of dignity in their relationship. Ignoring the absurd accusations of Ran Lin’s hypocrisy, he asked, “Who is Lao Qin?”

The introduction of a fourth name into the conversation confused him. Ran Lin, not sure how to explain in front of Zhang Beichen, simply said, “It’s not important.”

Lu Yiyao was frustrated. How could it not be important if it’s causing Zhang Beichen to be this distressed?

But Zhang Beichen’s words were like a floodgate opening, unable to be stopped. “You’ve been holding a grudge about <Mint Green>, haven’t you? Snatched away on the signing day, and you could still be friends with me? No, we were no longer friends. You got <Sword of Fallen Flowers> and were so happy, you even messaged me to show off. Yes, I was foolish, not waiting and signing another drama. If you knew how you got that role by taking advantage of the situation, you should’ve kept quiet. Why message me? Wanting congratulations? Fine, I congratulate you. You can go shoot with a clear conscience. Isn’t that considerate of me as a friend?”

After a barrage of accusations, Zhang Beichen paused to catch his breath, a cold smile ready to continue, only to be interrupted by Lu Yiyao—

“If you really considered Ran Lin a friend, you wouldn’t have used him as a shield when your gay photos were leaked.”

Lu Yiyao specifically said “him”, not “us”, leaving Zhang Beichen momentarily stunned before narrowing his eyes. “You knew?”

Zhang Beichen’s question was abrupt, but Lu Yiyao answered clearly, “We knew at the time. You and your agent made it too obvious, not sophisticated enough.”

Zhang Beichen looked at Ran Lin, raising an eyebrow. “You knew too?”

Ran Lin’s silence was a tacit admission.

Zhang Beichen laughed bitterly. “See, this is what I mean. You all know everything yet pretend to be oblivious.” He turned to Ran Lin, mockingly asking, “Enjoy watching me make a fool of myself, do you?”

Finally, Ran Lin spoke, his voice unexpectedly hoarse. “I’ve always been waiting for you to explain, even just a simple apology.”

“Why should I apologize?” Zhang Beichen looked genuinely puzzled, not feigning ignorance. “Stop acting like you’re so wrong and I’m so ungrateful. Don’t you know what you’ve been up to? How much cleaner are you than me?”

“Zhang Beichen.” Lu Yiyao called his name sternly, low but serious. “That’s enough.”

“Are you stupid, Teacher Lu?” Zhang Beichen looked bewilderedly at Lu Yiyao, who was trying so hard to defend Ran Lin. This question had been nagging him since the “Drifting” series. “How did Ran Lin suddenly become famous, getting on “Drifting Story”? He was riding on your popularity. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice?”

Lu Yiyao didn’t bite; he just gazed directly at Zhang Beichen and piercingly asked, “Does it matter to you?”

Zhang Beichen was taken aback, laughing after a moment. “Right, it doesn’t concern me…” He then turned his intense gaze back on Lu Yiyao. “But it concerns you. Do you know he’s gay?”

Lu Yiyao’s eyes narrowed sharply, dangerously quick. Ran Lin’s face changed color; he hadn’t expected Zhang Beichen to bring this up in such a setting. Without even admitting his sexuality to Zhang Beichen, let alone discussing it publicly, was Zhang Beichen not afraid of backlash if Ran Lin retaliated with the whole Mr. Qin’s affair? What good would airing this do for either of them?

Or had Zhang Beichen gone beyond embarrassment to sheer recklessness?

Zhang Beichen caught the emotional shift in both men. Ran Lin’s being normal, but Lu Yiyao’s was fleeting yet surprising. “Don’t tell me you’ve known all along…”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Lu Yiyao remained calm, unshaken. “Instead of slandering others, you should focus on improving yourself.”

“I really admire him, no, I envy him.” Zhang Beichen sighed leisurely. “To turn riding on someone’s coattails into real emotions. That’s worth teaching a class on.”

Lu Yiyao stood up, not wanting to stay another moment. Zhang Beichen was clearly not in a rational state, and although Lu Yiyao didn’t know what exactly was wrong, his instinct told him to keep a distance. If he stayed, even if Zhang Beichen didn’t do anything further, Lu Yiyao wasn’t sure he could keep his temper in check.

But as Lu Yiyao stood up, so did Zhang Beichen, hurriedly speaking as if he knew any later and Lu Yiyao would leave. “Before you came, Ding Kai had already taken him around to meet all the bigwigs here. You’re naively thinking he’s been struggling on his own, but who knows how many times Ding Kai has fucked him.”

Lu Yiyao had warned himself not to get provoked, as every word from Zhang Beichen was a deliberate provocation, almost as if he wouldn’t be satisfied without a fight. But the offensive words were indeed more hurtful than knives, and while his rational mind knew better, his instincts were hard to suppress. His fist almost autonomously moved towards Zhang Beichen…

But he never reached him. Not even halfway, as Ran Lin firmly grabbed him and began pulling him away. “Let’s go.”

Lu Yiyao took several deep breaths before he could calm down slightly, following Ran Lin as they left.

Zhang Beichen didn’t stop them or make any more rude remarks. Instead, he sat back down, staring quietly at the three glasses of champagne on the table, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps his mind was somewhere far away.

Once they reached a quieter corner away from the guests, Lu Yiyao finally settled down, becoming increasingly convinced that Zhang Beichen had been deliberately trying to provoke him.

“I don’t understand,” he muttered with a deep frown. “How does provoking us into a fight benefit him in any way?”

Ran Lin couldn’t figure it out either, but considering Zhang Beichen’s behavior from start to finish, he felt maybe everything that happened today lacked any logic, purely driven by impulse. “I always feel like his mood today was unstable. Normally, even if he didn’t ask me to keep Mr. Qin’s matter a secret, he wouldn’t have brought it up himself. If I really got angry and exposed everything, it wouldn’t benefit him even if Mr. Qin could suppress it.”

The venue’s background music had changed at some point to a distinct Spanish dance track, its brisk rhythm making it even harder for Lu Yiyao to concentrate and increasingly perplexed. “Who exactly is this Mr. Qin?”

Realizing he hadn’t yet explained it to his partner, Ran Lin glanced around to ensure no one was eavesdropping before whispering, “The one who helped him secure <Mint Green>.”

The implications were clear without being explicitly stated.

Surprised, Lu Yiyao quickly grasped the situation. “Since then till now?”

“Probably even earlier,” Ran Lin added. “Ding Kai said it’s been two years, probably around when he auditioned for <Sword of Fallen Flowers>.”

“Ding Kai… said?” Lu Yiyao felt like he was forgetting something but remembered as Ran Lin reminded him.

Ran Lin quickly recounted everything from the beginning of the party, how Ding Kai had introduced him and Wang Xi to the brand executives, to the point of revealing Mr. Qin’s involvement, all to Lu Yiyao.

Understanding the situation, Lu Yiyao’s concern turned to annoyance at Ding Kai’s apparent ulterior motives.

Just as Ran Lin was about to clarify Zhang Beichen’s accusations, Lu Yiyao sighed. “It’s troublesome having such a keen eye. I have to be on guard every day.”

Ran Lin laughed at the comment, assuring, “Don’t worry, I come with a built-in firewall and antivirus system.”

Lu Yiyao liked this metaphor. He imagined directly reformatting Ding Kai…

“After searching for so long, so you two were hiding here,” Wang Xi’s voice suddenly came from the side. Both men looked up to see Wang Xi and Yao Hong shoulder-to-shoulder approaching them. Wang Xi appeared refreshed and clearly had been successfully networking at the party, while Yao Hong maintained her gentle and calm demeanor, albeit slightly complicated given the oblivious Wang Xi and the troublesome Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao.

“Xi Jie, Hong Jie.” Ran Lin immediately stood up, politely greeting. “Sit here.”

“No, thanks.” Wang Xi shook her head. “I just ran into a couple of people I know well over there and wanted to introduce you.”

Ran Lin instinctively glanced at Lu Yiyao, who already spoke up. “Then you should go over.”

After a couple more looks at Lu Yiyao, Ran Lin reluctantly turned away, following Wang Xi. Wang Xi, unaware of any undercurrents, knew about Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao’s close relationship and naturally understood they’d prefer each other’s company over socializing.

Once the pair had walked away, Yao Hong, now sitting down, couldn’t help but smile helplessly. “Alright, if you keep looking, you might lose your eyes, and I won’t pick them up for you.”

“Can’t you just sympathize with the plight of us cowherd and weaver* a bit?” Lu Yiyao responded with a wry smile.

*The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. A Chinese folk tale that tells the romance between a cowherd and weaver girl. Their romance was forbidden and were banished to opposite sides of the heavenly river (the milky way). Once a year, a flock of magpies form a bridge to reunite the lovers for a single day.

Yao Hong chuckled. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Almost there,” Lu Yiyao said. “They meet once a year; we might double that at most.”

Yao Hong felt a bit sorry and comforted. “It’ll be better next year.” Then she remembered something. “Right, Wang Xi doesn’t seem to know about Ran Lin joining your company. Hasn’t he told her?”

“No,” Lu Yiyao replied. “Even without bringing up our relationship, mentioning he’ll join my company would inevitably lead to discussing my career shift. He thinks it’s a bit early and wants to wait until things are more settled on my end to avoid unnecessary complications.”

“That’s very considerate of him,” Yao Hong commented.

Lu Yiyao nodded. “Not just considerate, but also very smart, and…”

“Enough.” Yao Hong raised her hand to signal her artist to stop the endless praise of Ran Lin, having already heard enough to form a mental image.

However, Lu Yiyao, struck by a sudden thought, asked, “Hong Jie, do you know Mr. Qin?”

Yao Hong asked reflexively, “Which Mr. Qin?”

Lu Yiyao explained, “I don’t know his name, but he’s a boss in our circle, supposedly with significant influence, and… known for keeping male stars.”

Yao Hong paused, unsure. “The Mr. Qin you’re referring to is also a man?”

Lu Yiyao nodded.

After thinking for a while, Yao Hong cautiously said, “I might know one who fits the description, but I can’t confirm the habits you mentioned. Do you want me to inquire?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” Lu Yiyao expressed his curiosity, not just about Mr. Qin but about Zhang Beichen’s behavior and how it might concern Ran Lin even more.

“Sure,” Yao Hong agreed without further questions, understanding her artist wouldn’t ask without a good reason.

After discussing Zhang Beichen, Lu Yiyao recalled the harmonious scene of Yao Hong and Wang Xi arriving together and asked curiously, “Have you and Wang Xi patched things up?”

“Not really,” the agent replied.

Confused, Lu Yiyao queried, “But you were chatting together just now…”

“Let bygones be bygones. There’s no need to dig up the past and assign blame. Now that everyone’s getting along comfortably, it’s better to look forward together,” Yao Hong said and added, “Besides, Wang Xi has changed quite a bit; she’s not as sharp as before.”

Lu Yiyao felt a bit awkward, sensing that if Wang Xi heard this, their recently mended friendship might start leaking again. But it wasn’t just Wang Xi who had changed; the Yao Hong he met at the beginning of his career and the one before him now also differed significantly. It’s just that, people are clearer about others than themselves.

……

A pleasant surprise turned sour due to Zhang Beichen, leaving many lingering doubts. After the party, Lu Yiyao had to rush to the airport for the earliest flight back to Shanghai, while Ran Lin returned home with Wang Xi.

Reaching home by dawn, Ran Lin tossed and turned before finally falling into a restless sleep filled with dreams. In these dreams, he was alternately on the set of “Drifting Story” and auditioning for <Sword of Fallen Flowers>. In the dream version of “Drifting Story”, he and Zhang Beichen clashed, with the internet overwhelmingly supporting Zhang Beichen and criticizing him. During the audition for <Sword of Fallen Flowers>, he wasn’t auditioning for Xu Chongfei but for Fang Xian, and without Yu Dong, he directly outperformed Zhang Beichen. Waiting for the results outside the audition room, they both sat together until he jubilantly hugged Zhang Beichen after hearing the results, only to be pushed away. Dream Zhang Beichen questioned him, “You beat me, and yet you want me to be happy for you?”

The subsequent dream sequences were fragmented and illogical, with only a profound sense of sadness remaining, sour and oppressive.

Waking up after 10 a.m., the weather was overcast and windy, with occasional rumbling of thunder. These past few days hadn’t been very hot, so Ran Lin had left the window open instead of using the air conditioner, causing the wind to whistle through the screen.

Ding-dong—

The doorbell snapped Ran Lin out of his daze. Groggily, he headed to the door, intending to peek through the peephole, only to hear the energetic voice of Liu Wanwan. “Ran Ge, time to get up—”

Ran Lin couldn’t help but smile, remembering that he was supposed to start with the Lantern Blossoms crew tomorrow, and today Liu Wanwan was coming over to help him pack.

“Morning,” Ran Lin greeted as he opened the door and let his assistant in. Liu Wanwan, accustomed to Ran Lin’s habit of saying “morning” at any time of the day, entered and shut the door behind her, commenting on the dimness due to the cloudy weather. “Why don’t you turn on the lights?”

No sooner had she said it than she turned on the lights herself. The entryway brightened, illuminating Ran Lin’s face.

Liu Wanwan paused in the middle of changing her shoes, frowning. “Ran Ge, did you not rest well? Why are your dark circles so severe?”

Ran Lin scratched his head, not offering any explanation, simply saying, “Maybe I didn’t sleep very well.”

Liu Wanwan hurriedly changed her shoes and said, “Then you should go back to sleep. I can handle the packing.”

“It’s okay.” Ran Lin, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway, suggested, “I’ll wash my face, and then we can pack together.”

Ran Lin never brought much luggage when joining a crew, as most of the time, he’d be wearing costumes. However, since the shoot would last until the end of November and the weather would get colder, he needed to pack more bulky clothing.

With plenty of time, they packed while chatting leisurely, and before they knew it, it was noon. Liu Wanwan finally closed the suitcase, her task completed.

To reward his assistant, Ran Lin suggested, “Let’s go out for lunch. What do you want to eat?”

Liu Wanwan, never shy with her boss, quickly browsed through her mental map of delicacies, torn between Chinese, Japanese, barbecue, and other cuisines. Before she could decide, her phone rang.

She answered promptly, “Xi Jie.”

Wang Xi: “Are you with Ran Lin?”

Hearing the urgency in Wang Xi’s tone, Liu Wanwan sensed something was wrong. “Yes, we’ve just finished packing for tomorrow’s shoot.”

Wang Xi immediately said, “Hand him the phone.”

Taking Liu Wanwan’s phone, Ran Lin suddenly realized his own phone was on silent, left by his pillow in the bedroom. Presumably, Wang Xi had called it first and then contacted Liu Wanwan when no one answered.

“Xi Jie,” Ran Lin naturally greeted, expecting something about tomorrow’s shoot.

However, Wang Xi bluntly asked, “What exactly happened between you, Lu Yiyao, and Zhang Beichen at yesterday’s party?”

Ran Lin’s heart skipped a beat, almost reflexively asking, “Was it caught on camera?”

He had been cautious during their conversation the previous day, nearly certain no one within earshot could overhear them. Moreover, that kind of party wasn’t easily accessible, so how could…

“Yes.” Wang Xi’s simple confirmation extinguished any hope Ran Lin might have had.

For a moment, Ran Lin blanked out, unable to remember if they had said anything inappropriate the day before.

“But it’s only a video, and not clear at that. The conversation itself wasn’t captured.” Wang Xi continued, “The person who filmed it was quite far away.”

Ran Lin: “…Xi Jie, can you give me such crucial information first next time?”

He was almost undone by Gu Jie’s earlier scare, and now the agent’s news was giving him heart palpitations!

Wang Xi’s voice remained serious. “It’s not time for jokes yet. What exactly did you guys talk about?”

Ran Lin pondered for a moment before replying, “About that time in Hengdian, to deflect attention from his gay photos, they tried to frame me and Lu Yiyao.”

“All these old issues are being brought up now?” The agent on the phone clearly sounded incredulous.

“We never had a chance to clear the air before, and this time it just came up.” Aside from the messy details about Mr. Qin and Ding Kai, that was essentially it. Maybe it was just a bunch of old, trivial matters, but accumulated over time, they eroded relationships.

Wang Xi: “So you almost came to blows over it?”

Ran Lin paused, hurriedly clarifying, “No, not at all…”

“That’s because you’re quick-witted,” Wang Xi replied tersely, “and lucky that Lu Yiyao didn’t really lose his cool. Otherwise, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t have stopped him.”

Ran Lin was shocked, almost suspecting the agent had been spying on them at the scene to know so much.

“The video has been posted on Weibo,” Wang Xi added, as if anticipating his thoughts, “saying you guys had a disagreement.”

“Is it serious?” Ran Lin asked because he felt that even if it was captured, as Wang Xi said, without audio, it wouldn’t matter. They were just three people sitting and chatting together, and even if they all stood up in the end, so what? Standing up doesn’t necessarily mean a disagreement; couldn’t it be an emotional moment?

As expected, Wang Xi calmly responded, “It’s okay. After all, there wasn’t a fight in the end, and it wasn’t obvious in the video. It could be interpreted as either a tense atmosphere before a fight or an animated conversation that led you to stand up. I called to remind you to follow up with any explanations from Zhang Beichen or Lu Yiyao. Also, I wanted to confirm if anything else happened that could be dangerous if another video is released, catching us off guard.”

“There’s nothing else,” Ran Lin affirmed. “After I pulled Lu Yiyao away, you and Hong Jie came over, and I was with you for the rest of the time.”

“Ok,” Wang Xi said, feeling reassured. “Go ahead and pack your luggage.”

After hanging up, Ran Lin felt conflicted. How could he be at ease? Though the agent made it sound simple, it was still negative gossip that, while not damaging at the core, affected his mood.

By the time Ran Lin realized what he was doing, he had already opened Weibo.

Whether due to the daytime traffic on Weibo being less aggressive than at night or not, the keyword “Drifters Discord” ranked fourth on the trending list but didn’t have an overwhelming number of reposts. It was just a few marketing accounts jumping around—

[Reality Gossip Lane: Drifters Discord, brotherhood broken?! Yesterday someone caught Lu Yiyao, Zhang Beichen, and Ran Lin at a gathering. The three appeared to be arguing, with Lu Yiyao almost coming to blows 🤯. Fortunately, Ran Lin intervened, and in the end, they left on bad terms 😨. Although the National First Love Drifters has been over for two years, the Drifters occasionally reunite. Some netizens question the authenticity, wondering if this conflict is a long-standing resentment erupting or a mere accidental event… [Video link] [Read more]]

The narrative was too obvious, just like the blurry video linked, leaving one speechless. If not personally involved, one might not even discern what happened in the video, let alone identify the individuals involved. It’s impressive how the paparazzi managed to narrate the event so vividly.

The person who filmed it must have seen the situation clearly, so their explanation almost represents the truth. However, the video was too poorly shot, which explains Wang Xi’s lack of urgency. Such “evidence” lacks both persuasiveness and impact.

As expected, the comments were mostly mocking:

[With this quality, please don’t bother posting 😔]

[I just want to say, at a friends’ gathering, can’t we stand up? Do we have to sit quietly and chat? 🐶]

[Are you sure Lu Yiyao standing up wasn’t just about giving Zhang Beichen a manly hug? 🤷]

[Are you running out of actual news to dig up, just creating issues where there are none. Next topic.]

Ran Lin meticulously examined all the trend-setting marketing accounts, confirming they were self-promoting and didn’t delve into any deeper conspiracies.

After all, this news benefits none of the three involved. Lu Yiyao certainly wouldn’t do such a thing, but neither would Zhang Beichen, as the news is negative for him too. If he really wanted to cause harm, he could’ve arranged for a clearer video or even recorded their conversation and manipulated it.

The only explanation was that they were all unlucky to have a confrontation during a rare opportunity for airing grievances and just happened to encounter paparazzi.

Ran Lin regretted not being more cautious, managing to block the audio but not the visual.

Seeing that the video hadn’t stirred up much trouble, Ran Lin logged out of Weibo and took Liu Wanwan out for a meal. After lunch, he sent Liu Wanwan home to rest and returned to his apartment to read the script for <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms>.

By the time he looked up again, it was already dark outside, and the wind had picked up, though the rain had yet to fall. Ran Lin set down the script, pondering what to have for dinner when Xia Xinran sent a message—[What’s going on with you, Lu Yiyao, and Zhang Beichen?]

Knowing it was a friend inquiring after seeing the Weibo post, Ran Lin quickly replied—[It’s nothing. I saw the video at noon. The quality is so bad you can’t even see faces.]

Xia Xinran sent a voice message. “Haven’t you heard of ‘Three men make a tiger*’? You saw it at noon, right? Well, you better look again now. Public opinion has fermented. There hasn’t been much news in the circle lately, and now that it’s related to Lu Yiyao, do you think it will just blow over if you ignore it?”

*Refers to the idea that if a lie is repeated often enough by enough people, it will be believed as the truth. The proverb comes from a story where a man asks a ruler if he would believe that a tiger roamed the streets if one person said it, to which the ruler said no. Then he asked if the ruler would believe it if two people said it, and the ruler was unsure. Finally, he asked if the ruler would believe it if three people claimed a tiger was in the streets, and the ruler admitted he would. This is also known as the Woozle effect.

Ran Lin frowned, slightly uneasy at Xia Xinran’s words, but he wasn’t completely disheartened. If things had truly spiraled out of control, Xia Xinran wouldn’t be calmly messaging him; he’d be calling or even video-calling.

Without continuing the conversation with Xia Xinran, Ran Lin logged out of WeChat and reopened Weibo. “Drifters Discord” was hanging right in the search box, having climbed to the top of the trending list since he last checked.

Ran Lin opened the trending topic to find that, as expected, the marketing accounts had sprung into action. In addition to the ones he saw during the day, many more had joined in, thanks to the increased traffic in the evening, boosting comments and reposts.

Ran Lin clicked on a comment to understand why Xia Xinran mentioned the proverb “Three men make a tiger.” While most comments during the day were mocking, now many were eagerly discussing what could have been said to make the usually mild-mannered Lu Yiyao nearly come to blows.

The speculation allowed for a lot of imagination, with discussions ranging from potential love triangles to outright brawls.

Overall, the tone was still one of enjoying the drama—just as he had thought earlier, without an actual fight, there was no emotional resonance; it was all just gossip and speculation. If the video had captured Lu Yiyao landing a punch on Zhang Beichen, the uproar would have been real, with fans going crazy and bystanders getting a thrill.

After spending some time reading comments and refreshing the page, the marketing accounts’ posts in the trending topic suddenly changed. Among the uniform “Drifters Discord” posts, there appeared “Zhang Beichen Responds”.

And just ten minutes after he had last cleared them, his “@mentions” notification was again filled with hundreds of new messages.

Ran Lin clicked in to find most of them were Zhang Beichen’s fans forwarding a tweet from him, and in that tweet posted just seven or eight minutes ago, he had tagged both him and Lu Yiyao:

[Seems like we can’t even have an exciting chat amongst brothers anymore without someone saying we’re about to fight 😂 @Lu Yiyao @Ran Lin】

Zhang Beichen’s response was typical of clarifying rumors, further confirming Ran Lin’s thought that the paparazzi incident was unrelated to Zhang Beichen and purely accidental. Most comments under Zhang Beichen’s post were his fans denouncing the marketing accounts for spreading rumors, though some were questioning why, out of the three men captured, only he had responded.

Of course, it wasn’t just Zhang Beichen who should respond. Even if Zhang Beichen hadn’t tagged them, facing such news, a unified response was most convincing, which was why Wang Xi had instructed him to watch for responses from the others at noon.

After a moment’s thought, Ran Lin retweeted Zhang Beichen’s post: [Guess we can’t drink either, alcohol is a deadly poison 😆//@ZhangBeichen: Seems like we can’t even have an exciting chat amongst brothers anymore without someone saying we’re about to fight 😂 @Lu Yiyao @Ran Lin]

In less than three minutes, Lu Yiyao retweeted his post. [How do you expect me to follow up with that…//@RanLin: Guess we can’t drink either, alcohol is a deadly poison 😆//@ZhangBeichen: Seems like we can’t even have an exciting chat amongst brothers anymore without someone saying we’re about to fight 😂 @Lu Yiyao @Ran Lin]

The tone of the conversation started to shift with Ran Lin’s retweet, and while there were still serious discussions about whether they really had a fight, Lu Yiyao’s followers turned the mood light with their comments:

[We can finish that sentence for you, love is like a knife that scrapes the bone*!]

*This is a line from the poem Song of Wine, Sex, and Wealth.

[Love is like a knife that scrapes the bone!]

[Love!]

[is!]

[like!]

[a!]

[knife!]

Impressed by Lu Yiyao’s fans’ ability to form such unique patterns in the fierce competition of comments, Ran Lin could almost picture Lu Yiyao’s face when seeing these comments.

About an hour after the three involved had responded, the other two members of the Drifters group also chimed in—

[Xia Xinran: What’s the meaning of having a gathering without me? 😠//@LuYiYao: …]

[Gu Jie: Lucky I wasn’t there. I’m scary when I’m drunk 😨.jpg//@XiaXinran: …]

The complete gathering of the Drifters group made the previous discord rumors seem more like mere gossip. But at 8 p.m., when Weibo’s traffic peaked, the original account “Reality Gossip Lane” that first broke the news released another video. Though still a bit distant, it was clearer than the previous one, clearly showing Lu Yiyao getting up angrily and Ran Lin grabbing his arm.

Many bystanders were astonished. Just when the mood was harmonizing, the wind changed direction again, and “Reality Gossip Lane” even began driving the narrative harder than during the day.

Suddenly, “Tang Xiaoyu and Shen Ying Announce Relationship” dropped into the trending searches.

Ran Lin was first startled to see his friend’s name, then doubly so at seeing his friend’s girlfriend’s name. Shen Ying, one of the rising stars, had significantly higher popularity than Tang Xiaoyu. However, Tang Xiaoyu was currently starring in a popular TV drama with excellent reviews and ratings, and his popularity was set to rise after the show’s conclusion. The pair were certainly a match of talent and beauty, sweet and pleasing to the eye.

Before this, there had been no sign of a relationship between the two—hardly any interaction. Shen Ying’s fans were shocked, and Tang Xiaoyu’s fans were baffled.

But before the fans could start fighting, the “Win by Lying Down CP*” spilled all the details of their relationship—they had been childhood friends, attending the same kindergarten, primary school, and even the same grade in junior high. They went to different universities for performing arts, one in Beijing and the other in Shanghai, but their love, founded on shared dreams, blossomed even more beautifully.

*Tang (唐) Xiaoyu and Shen Ying (滢). The CP takes Tang (躺), which means to lie down, and Ying (赢), which means to win, since they sound similar.

With that, there was no more room for disagreement among the fans. What were notions of mismatch when fate had destined them for each other? Who would dare break them apart?

The news exploded, along with various related keywords like “Tang Xiaoyu,” “Shen Ying,” and “childhood sweethearts,” pushing the Drifters’ trivial rumors out of the spotlight.

Ran Lin had almost forgotten he was recently trending too, now engrossed in a well-known influencer’s poetic long post on the beautiful relationship of the couple. [The most beautiful love isn’t about winning at the starting line but about having ‘won’ even before the race begins…]

Influencers indeed knew how to captivate hearts with their words.

But—

Is the love they’re talking about the same as the one his friend Tang Xiaoyu experienced during the filming of <Sword of Fallen Flowers> often staying out all night? One is like swinging under a spring shower, the other speeding on Central Ring Road—the gap between the text and memory is rather vast…

Ding-dong.

Ran Lin’s phone notification showed a message from Tang Xiaoyu, clicking in to see three big laughing faces. [Sorry for stealing your spotlight 😬😬😬]

Ran Lin’s lips twitched into a smile he couldn’t suppress.

It wasn’t an apology; Tang Xiaoyu had clearly done it deliberately. Announcing their relationship not earlier or later, but precisely when the video of the supposed discord surfaced, probably left “Reality Gossip Lane” in tears.

Ran Lin—[Thanks, Third Brother, for the timely rain 🙏]

Tang Xiaoyu—[No need to be polite. My sister said we were going public anyway, and helping out with the rain was just a side task 🌹]

Ran Lin gazed at the vibrant rose, perplexed as to why, despite being in a relationship himself, he felt a bittersweet pang of being force-fed dog food.

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Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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

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Chapter 86

Ran Lin had seen the August 14^th fashion cocktail party on the schedule provided by Liu Wanwan, but he thought it was just a simple press release, not expecting to be pulled by his agent at noon for grooming, maintenance, and styling.

Although his buzz cut didn’t leave much room for creativity, considerable effort went into selecting and coordinating his outfit. During the fitting process, Ran Lin realized the significance of the cocktail party and confirmed with his agent that it was indeed organized by XX publication.

“Next time, Xi Jie, you should have Wanwan mark these important events with a red pen on the schedule,” Ran Lin said, standing with his arms outstretched for the stylist to work on his outfit, regretting not having watched his diet or slept well the past few days.

Wang Xi noticed his annoyance but reassured him after a close look. “Your skin looks pretty good.”

The afternoon of grooming did wonders for his skin, but Ran Lin still felt he could have been better, especially since this was a rare opportunity to elevate his status in the fashion scene.

The annual dinner hosted by XX publication is a major event in both the fashion and entertainment industries, attended by high-level executives from entertainment companies, major brands’ China heads, and many celebrities, creating a festive and warm atmosphere.

In comparison, the cocktail party was much simpler and more discreet, with limited invitations typically extended to heavyweights in the entertainment industry closely related to the magazine, heads of high-end brands in China, and a few media personalities. The celebrities invited were more about relationships than fame.

The relaxed and casual atmosphere made the cocktail party more like a gathering of friends and an easier setting for networking and fostering relationships, providing a unique opportunity for artists genuinely interested in penetrating the fashion circle.

“With <Chronicles of Winter> and <Dyeing Fire> releasing next year, you shouldn’t worry about resources for a while. But without making an impression in fashion, you’ll never get high-profile endorsements. So…” Wang Xi took a couple of steps back to appraise Ran Lin’s outfit from all angles, quite pleased. “Perform well tonight and outshine everyone.”

Ran Lin frowned at his dapper reflection in the mirror, feeling his agent’s target might be a bit off.

“By the way,” Wang Xi remembered something, making eye contact with Ran Lin through the full-length mirror. “I spoke with the Legend of Lantern Blossoms crew today; you’ll join them two days earlier, on August 16^th. It was initially set for the 18th, but earlier is better for the director and producer; it means they’ll be more accommodating.”

“Alright,” Ran Lin readily agreed, appreciating his agent’s thoroughness. “Joining two days early means wrapping up two days early.”

Wang Xi had anticipated his response; for Ran Lin, the joy of acting always came first, even for less acclaimed works.

Wang Xi often wished she had started working with Ran Lin earlier, but then she’d think it was better that they hadn’t met too soon. Ran Lin deserved better support, like a strong wind lifting a great roc. She doubted if she was even the wind that could lift Ran Lin now, let alone in the past.

The stylist eventually chose a light gray suit with a subtly striped white shirt for Ran Lin. From a distance, the shirt appeared plain white, but up close, the faint pattern was visible, understated yet textured. He wore no tie, and the suit was unbuttoned, creating a formal yet cool look perfect for the hot August weather. The clean gray and white color scheme complemented Ran Lin’s buzz cut, giving him a distinctively stylish look.

Ran Lin took a full-body selfie with his phone in the mirror.

Wang Xi chuckled. “Stop admiring yourself.” She checked her watch and added, “It’s about time to leave.”

As Ran Lin put his phone back into his suit pocket and followed Wang Xi out, he noticed a new watch on her wrist, the first one he’d seen her wear since she removed her Cartier last year.

As they eased into the evening traffic, Ran Lin casually inquired, “Xi Jie, is that a new watch?”

Wang Xi was momentarily startled before proudly showing off her wrist. “Yes. Do you like it?”

Ran Lin didn’t know much about watches beyond a few well-known brands and classic models, so he couldn’t tell if Wang Xi’s watch was a discreetly luxurious brand. Compared to the delicate femininity of her last watch, this one was more straightforward and clear, perfect for simply telling the time, with a high visual comfort rating.

“It looks good,” Ran Lin sincerely complimented.

The value of a watch for the wearer isn’t in the brand or price but in its suitability. Whatever feels comfortable is the best.

Wang Xi was evidently pleased with his comment, happily observing her watch for a moment longer.

Ran Lin had been on set for the first half of the year, so his interaction with Wang Xi was limited. Upon returning, he noticed she seemed more relaxed than before. This didn’t mean she was neglecting her work duties but rather that she appeared less tense overall, a subtle change perhaps not noticeable to others but quite apparent to Ran Lin and Liu Wanwan.

Privately, Ran Lin and his assistant agreed that the current Wang Xi was less imposing than before, and even from an outsider’s perspective, her usual hustle seemed to have a new ease and composure.

Looking at Liu Wanwan, the young girl was gazing out at the gradually lit street lamps, lost in thought.

Ran Lin lowered his head to quietly send a message—[There was a heavy rain in Beijing yesterday. How’s the weather in Shanghai?]

Lu Yiyao had flown to Shanghai the night after the party to film an outdoor sports program, which was considered charity and was expected to last a week. Ran Lin was prepared not to see his partner before joining the “Legend of Lantern Blossoms” crew.

About ten minutes later, a reply came with a vibration—[Sunny yesterday. Extremely sunny today.]

Ran Lin laughed and then felt a bit worried—[Be careful. Make sure to protect yourself from the sun and apply a soothing mask tonight.]

Lu Yiyao—[Image]

Ran Lin—[Speak properly, why are you sending a selfie…]

Lu Yiyao—[Just letting you know I can handle it with my looks.]

Ran Lin felt speechless and instinctively wanted to tease back, but looking at the face in the picture, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything disingenuous.

Lu Yiyao’s “narcissism” could almost be brainwashing; anyway, now Ran Lin felt there was no one more handsome than his boyfriend in the whole world.

As a gesture of reciprocity, Ran Lin also sent over the full-body selfie he had just taken.

Lu Yiyao immediately noticed—[Are you on an assignment?]

Ran Lin—[XX publication’s cocktail party. On my way there now.]

Lu Yiyao looked at the message thoughtfully, a bit surprised.

The threshold for the XX publication cocktail party wasn’t low. Although Ran Lin would have two movies released next year, he was currently just a rising star with some popularity from variety shows and dramas. Many celebrities with higher fame and popularity might not even be invited because breaking into this circle requires more than just popularity and fame; connections are crucial. Hence, many artists with both fame and popularity struggle to enter the fashion circle, whereas some with moderate works and public presence manage to make a significant mark and win over major brands.

Wang Xi’s years of networking were indeed impressive.

Lu Yiyao’s mind on serious matters didn’t stop him from teasing—[Next time you send a full-body selfie, you don’t need to be dressed so neatly.]

His experienced partner immediately countered with an emoji precision strike—[The other person doesn’t want to talk and throws a naked man at you.jpg]

Lu Yiyao chuckled, initially looking for a couple-themed emoji in his collection, but then he heard the announcement for boarding.

Forget it. Lu Yiyao turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket. Instead of sending emojis, why not send himself over for a face-to-face surprise.

……

Not getting a response to his emoji, Ran Lin figured Lu Yiyao must be busy with something, as it wasn’t even 6 p.m. yet and still early.

During rush hour, Ran Lin’s car nearly crawled to the cocktail party venue, arriving close to 8 p.m.

As night fell, the area outside the cocktail party was quiet. Even though several cars arrived behind him, there wasn’t the pomp of a red carpet or flashes from paparazzi cameras. Everyone entered orderly, like attending a private party. Only upon entering did Ran Lin see a beautifully designed wooden sign informing attendees that the cocktail party was on the second floor, starting at 8:30 p.m.

Ran Lin was early, and upon entering the second floor, the invited guests were still sparse, scattered around in small groups chatting.

The venue was warmly decorated, facilitating easy movement and providing quiet spots with sofas and chairs for conversations. The background music played soothing, light tunes, adding to the comfortable ambiance.

However, Ran Lin didn’t have much time to soak it all in as Wang Xi spotted an acquaintance and led him over to greet them. It was a senior editor of the publication and a close friend of Wang Xi’s for many years.

With this friend’s introduction, Ran Lin got to know almost everyone from the magazine there. By the time they finished mingling, it was 8:25 p.m., and the venue was now packed with guests, looking resplendent. Apart from a few familiar faces from the entertainment industry, he hardly recognized anyone else.

As the lighting in the venue softened, it became even harder to make out faces.

At 8:30 p.m., the venue quieted down for the host’s speech.

Ran Lin, unable to get close to the front, watched the blurry figure on stage from a distance and clapped along with the rest of the guests at appropriate moments.

After the welcome speech ended and the crowd dispersed, the cocktail party officially began. Ran Lin, holding a glass of champagne, followed Wang Xi around the venue. He hardly drank, but the faint fruity fragrance wafting from the glass was pleasantly uplifting.

“Ms. Wang.”

Just as Wang Xi and Ran Lin finished talking with a media person, a familiar voice called from behind.

Turning around, it was Ding Kai.

Ran Lin, turning with Wang Xi, was also taken aback. It seemed either they never saw this person or kept running into him. Today, Ding Kai was dressed in a black suit, exuding more stability and formality than their last casual encounter.

Wang Xi had caught a glimpse of Ding Kai earlier while mingling with Ran Lin but had expected to ignore each other given the “subtly aborted” collaboration between them. Moreover, since <Mint Green>, she hadn’t been in touch with him, figuring it best to avoid an executive who was too interested in her artist.

But with Ding Kai approaching, Wang Xi had to respond politely. “President Ding, long time no see.”

“With you, yes,” Ding Kai said, looking meaningfully at Ran Lin and smiling. “But not with him.”

Wang Xi looked confusedly at Ran Lin.

Ran Lin had no choice but to admit, “We bumped into President Ding a few days ago while dining.”

“It’s a pity we didn’t get a chance to talk much,” Ding Kai said with a sigh.

The last time they didn’t get to talk much, and now here they were at the cocktail party, finally an opportunity for a proper conversation. However, both Wang Xi and Ran Lin internally rolled their eyes, not taking the bait of his obvious lead.

Ding Kai was like a snake—maybe not poisonous, but his occasional slithering presence was unsettling and unpleasant.

Watching Wang Xi and Ran Lin stand together like a united front, nearly impregnable in their defenses, Ding Kai found amusement. He surmised the pair probably had their fair share of comments about him privately. But it didn’t matter to him; he enjoyed this kind of relationship where they visibly disapproved of him but were still unable to do anything about it, finding endless amusement in it.

“Yu Dai’s general manager of China is over there. I’ll introduce you to him,” Ding Kai suddenly said.

Wang Xi was quite surprised at the suggestion but became instinctively cautious afterwards.

Yu Dai is a well-known international brand, and only top-tier superstars or the new generation’s popular stars manage to establish connections with such a brand. Ran Lin’s current status was somewhat far from reaching this level.

“Relax,” Ding Kai said, not even glancing at Ran Lin but smiling at Wang Xi. “I won’t be asking for any referral fee from you.”

Wang Xi was surprised by Ding Kai’s frankness, which essentially meant—I am purely doing a good deed, with no ulterior motives for you.

With the conversation at this point, it wouldn’t be good for her to deny his face. “Then we thank you, President Ding.”

Ding Kai nodded and turned towards the general manager of Yu Dai.

Wang Xi gave Ran Lin a look, about to speak, but he spoke first. “I understand.”

One does not slap a smiling face, especially when someone is offering help without asking for anything in return. Ran Lin didn’t like Ding Kai, but he wasn’t ungrateful. If Ding Kai really had ill intentions, there would be many ways and means to do so without going out of his way to introduce him to a major brand.

Soon, Wang Xi and Ran Lin joined Ding Kai, who naturally introduced them to the general manager of Yu Dai’s China branch.

It was evident that Ding Kai had a good relationship with the manager. Instead of platitudes, he expressed regret while introducing Ran Lin. “Last year, I had a project that could have worked with him, but due to some unfortunate circumstances, it didn’t happen. Looking back, it’s quite a pity.”

With a few words, he turned a formal introduction into a casual meeting of friends. The manager, not familiar with Ran Lin, became curious after Ding Kai’s introduction and chatted quite a bit with Ran Lin, not just about his personal endeavors but also about fashion and brand topics, until the manager was called away by other friends.

Ding Kai didn’t mind and went on to introduce Wang Xi and Ran Lin to some of his other friends, all of whom were brand executives.

Even if Wang Xi was slow to catch on, she now realized that Ding Kai wasn’t just messing around; he was genuinely trying to help.

From all the introductions made by Ding Kai that evening, if she had tried her best, she might have managed to make connections with one or two of them.

After making the rounds, before Wang Xi could offer any polite words of thanks, Ding Kai was called away. Watching him mingling eagerly with others from afar, Wang Xi muttered to Ran Lin, “What do you think he’s up to?”

Ran Lin didn’t answer, as his attention wasn’t really on Wang Xi but was rather drawn to a corner of the venue—when they passed by earlier, he had spotted an acquaintance.

“What are you thinking about?” Wang Xi asked, lightly tapping her artist.

Ran Lin shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Now that you’re finally free,” the editor, who was close to Wang Xi, approached them, “come with me quickly, or our editor-in-chief will disappear again.”

The editor-in-chief she referred to was the new head of XX publication, who had just taken the position last month. Wang Xi hadn’t had the chance to meet them yet.

It’s better to make first-time connections with magazine editors without the artists; otherwise, it seems more like discussing work. So Wang Xi said to Ran Lin, “I’ll go over there for a bit. Don’t wander off.”

“Don’t worry,” Ran Lin said, feeling a bit like he was being treated as a child.

As he watched his agent and her friend leave, Ran Lin took a piece of pastry to a quiet corner with an empty sofa and paired it with his champagne.

He was getting hungry and realized that socializing was quite draining.

After quickly finishing his snack, Ran Lin wiped his mouth and looked again in the direction where he had spotted the “acquaintance”. From his current position, he couldn’t see clearly due to the crowd, but he still tried to look through, as if he didn’t need to physically see, just looking in that direction would allow him to see through all obstacles and discern the other’s face.

“Are you looking for me?” A familiar voice with a light laugh suddenly came from behind.

Even though it had been a long time since they had seen each other and hadn’t been in contact, Ran Lin could immediately recognize the voice.

Before Ran Lin could turn around, the person had already sat down opposite him.

The last time they met was for the audition of <Mint Green>. He hadn’t had the time to look closely just now, but now Ran Lin noticed Zhang Beichen had lost a lot of weight. Despite the dim lighting, the fatigue on his face was evident.

“Long time no see.” Ran Lin heard himself say.

“Yes.” Zhang Beichen smiled faintly. “I always seem to miss your gatherings.”

Ran Lin was at a loss for words.

There was never a definitive point when he and Zhang Beichen’s relationship clearly broke down, just a gradual distancing on his part, which Zhang Beichen never addressed. Over time, it led to their current estrangement.

He felt Zhang Beichen owed him many explanations, but then again, maybe from Zhang Beichen’s perspective, there was no obligation to provide them.

“Are you so reluctant to talk to me now?” Zhang Beichen’s smile faded, turning slightly bitter. “Are you still upset about <Mint Green>?”

Ran Lin instinctively wanted to deny it.

Indeed, he had been upset when <Mint Green> was snatched away, but the competition was never the breaking point of their relationship. If anything, it was the earlier “paparazzi incident”, where Zhang Beichen shifted the scandal from himself to Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao. At that time, Ran Lin considered him a friend and was deeply hurt by the truth.

Yet, Zhang Beichen never directly addressed the incident.

Ran Lin wasn’t even sure if Zhang Beichen was aware of his role in the whole affair. If he was, how could he act so nonchalantly to this day? If he wasn’t, had Ran Lin wrongfully accused him?

In comparison, the fact that <Mint Green> was snatched away didn’t seem so hard to accept. After all, it’s “competition,” where everyone relies on their own skills. Even if the role was taken away at the last moment, and even if certain tactics were used, it’s within an understandable range. The only thing that saddened him was that if it were a friend who did it, they should have at least told him, even if it’s just a heads-up saying, “I’m going to snatch it,” or some cursory consolation afterward.

But there was none of that.

As Xia Xinran once said, for Zhang Beichen, “career” always seemed to take precedence over “relationships”, whether it’s love or friendship. Those always looking towards the peak won’t notice the flowers and grass they tread on.

Taking a deep breath, Ran Lin decided to lay everything out. Since Zhang Beichen preferred silence, he would make it clear, like lancing an inflamed wound to let the pus drain and heal. “Actually…”

“Actually, you should thank me,” Zhang Beichen almost said simultaneously.

Ran Lin’s words were choked back, and in his confusion, he could only repeat what the other had said, “…Thank you?”

“Yes.” Zhang Beichen shrugged. “If I hadn’t taken <Mint Green>, how could you have the schedule to act in <Chronicles of Winter>? <Chronicles of Winter> is much bigger in investment than <Mint Green>.”

“……” Ran Lin was dumbfounded by this twisted logic, finding himself at a loss for words.

Zhang Beichen brought his glass of wine to his lips, took a sip, and then gently placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. The deep, rich red of his drink contrasted starkly with the clear, pale gold in Ran Lin’s glass.

“But there’s one thing I really admire about you,” Zhang Beichen said, looking up at Ran Lin with a smile that had lost its bitterness, leaving only a trace of coldness. “You didn’t get to act in <Mint Green>, but you managed to win over the investors. Isn’t that a case of a thief making off with a good haul?”

Ran Lin’s eyes widened, not just at Zhang Beichen’s harshness but also at his conclusion.

“Glaring at me won’t help.” Zhang Beichen laughed, though his eyes didn’t share in the mirth. “Everyone saw Ding Kai escorting you around the party…”

As he spoke, he leaned forward, his eyes ambiguously close, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You might as well have had a ‘Private Property’ label on you.”

Ran Lin just looked at him, suddenly not wanting to say anything.

There might have been misunderstandings, mishaps, and helplessness between them, but that’s just how it was. They couldn’t be friends, and perhaps… they never could have been.

“Lao Qin has poor taste.” A male voice suddenly floated over.

Both men looked up. Before they could see clearly, the newcomer had already seated himself on another of the empty armchairs.

Three armchairs were arranged around the table, each equally spaced, maintaining a uniform distance between each person without any sense of closeness or distance.

But the dynamics of presence were different.

Ding Kai narrowed his eyes, glancing at Zhang Beichen with a hint of disdain, and shook his head slightly. “I should have a talk with him sometime. Taste also represents a person’s quality, and low quality is laughable.”

Zhang Beichen’s previous bravado vanished in front of Ran Lin, his face alternating between red and white, until he finally stood up and said, “President Ding, I won’t disturb your conversation.”

As Ding Kai watched Zhang Beichen make a hasty retreat, he smiled and looked down at the table. “He forgot to take his wine.”

Ran Lin didn’t care about the wine; his mind was bombarded by the mention of “Lao Qin” and he forgot all about courtesy, directly asking Ding Kai, “Who is this ‘Lao Qin’ you¹ just mentioned?”

Ding Kai looked at him with interest, asking softly, “Not using pleasantries¹ anymore?”

¹Clarity: Ran Lin switched to the informal you [ni] (你). He was previously using [nin] (您) which is a polite and respectful way to say “you”.

Ran Lin couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “You added me on WeChat with an alias, and we’ve talked about life and aspirations. Any more politeness would be fake.”

Ding Kai raised an eyebrow. Their only real interaction was at that dinner, and subsequent idle chats on WeChat didn’t count, nor did their brief encounter a few days ago. Today was their second formal meeting. But Ran Lin seemed different to him, more confident and willing to express his personality—he was more lively and charming than before.

“President Ding?” Ran Lin, seeing Ding Kai lost in thought, was a bit embarrassed. He had only spoken the truth; surely it wasn’t that shocking. And considering how Ding Kai was willing to introduce him and Wang Xi to those brand executives, this person didn’t seem to hold grudges, matching his behavior of giving Ran Lin a fair competition for <Mint Green>. The persona seemed consistent.

So Ran Lin figured that the president must have gotten distracted by something else.

Drawn back by the call, Ding Kai focused and said, “You’re asking about Lao Qin? He’s my friend, a very good friend.”

Ran Lin nodded, understanding, and didn’t press further about Lao Qin’s full name or company. He just wanted to know the answer to the second question.

“The second question…” Ding Kai drawled and, after a moment, tossed him out. “You should be able to guess.”

Ran Lin felt a surge of frustration, like waiting for a lottery draw only for the last number to get stuck. But as Ding Kai said, it wasn’t hard to guess. Zhang Beichen’s hasty departure and everything said already made it clear. Ran Lin didn’t want to believe it, but he couldn’t think of any other explanation.

Wait.

He’s my friend, a very good friend…

Ran Lin felt like he had heard this description from Ding Kai before, a deliberate emphasis on friendship…

With a sudden realization, Ran Lin looked at Ding Kai in surprise. “<Mint Green>?”

Ding Kai showed a satisfied smile. “You’re still as smart as ever.”

A chill ran down Ran Lin’s spine.

Ding Kai’s nostalgic tone sounded not like they had met two days ago but like old school friends reuniting after many years.

But right now, Ding Kai wasn’t the focus.

The focus was Zhang Beichen.

Ran Lin had thought of many possibilities when <Mint Green> was snatched away, but never this one. Male actors being kept by male bosses isn’t unheard of in the industry, but when it happens to someone you know, it feels entirely different.

And Zhang Beichen, with every word dripping with venom and harshness, was in a terrible state, thin and haggard, almost unrecognizable from the jovial youth he once knew.

“How long have they been together?” Ran Lin wondered and asked, then immediately realized it might be inappropriate and added, “If you’re comfortable telling me.”

“It’s no inconvenience, as long as you don’t go leaking stuff to the paparazzi,” Ding Kai said nonchalantly, sipping his drink. “Lao Qin can handle it, but it’ll still be annoying.”

“You’ve already told me the most important part, and now you’re telling me to keep it secret when I ask how long?” Ran Lin found Ding Kai’s priorities hard to grasp.

Ding Kai chuckled. “Consider it locking the barn after the sheep have fled, applicable to the previous part as well.”

Talking to this person was too exhausting. Ran Lin considered just dropping it, especially since the exact duration of their relationship wasn’t important…

“About two years,” Ding Kai said casually, then something seemed to occur to him, and he looked at Ran Lin. “Oh right, it was around the time you landed <Sword of Fallen Flowers>. Around then.”

Ran Lin didn’t want to ask why Ding Kai was so familiar with his career timeline, feeling intuitively that it wouldn’t be a pleasant topic. However, he felt a sinking feeling at the mention that Zhang Beichen had been with Lao Qin around the same time.

It wasn’t like he had snatched the role from Zhang Beichen, but he did beat him in competition for it. Could Zhang Beichen have harbored resentment since then? If so, why not say it directly instead of congratulating him when he reached out? Ran Lin didn’t need Zhang Beichen’s congratulations; he wanted honesty between friends.

Like when Lu Yiyao insisted on befriending him, nearly baring his soul, that kind of honesty was almost irresistible to him.

He didn’t expect Zhang Beichen to go to the lengths of Lu Yiyao, nor could he himself reach that extent. But others like Xia Xinran and Gu Jie didn’t need to constantly be open with him, yet they still became good friends.

His phone suddenly vibrated, breaking his train of thought.

He pulled it out and saw the caller ID, his face flashing with surprise, before he quickly answered, “Hello?”

“Don’t talk. Turn around,” Lu Yiyao’s voice was very low and serious.

Ran Lin startled, quickly did as told, and then saw his partner in the crowd about ten meters away.

To others, Lu Yiyao might have been lost in the crowd, but to Ran Lin, his partner stood out vividly, as if highlighted with a fluorescent pen.

“I was waiting for you to turn around on your own, but you were too engrossed in your conversation,” Lu Yiyao paused, then added in a slightly sulky murmur, “especially with Ding Kai.”

Ran Lin now understood why Lu Yiyao didn’t want him to speak. He didn’t know what to say.

The person who was supposed to be in Shanghai suddenly showing up at the party, not explaining how he got there, first being jealous—it left Ran Lin unsure whether to be speechless or sympathetic.

“I was at the airport waiting for my flight when I texted you. I came straight here after landing.” As if reading Ran Lin’s mind, Lu Yiyao explained.

Ran Lin finally understood.

While he was stuck in evening traffic, his partner was zooming through the sky.

Lu Yiyao, watching his partner’s dumbfounded expression from afar, hung up the phone, satisfied.

Although the surprise didn’t unfold as planned, the effect was good. And for him, seeing Ran Lin today was a surprise; he had thought they wouldn’t meet again until visiting the set of Lantern Blossoms.

Ran Lin turned back to face Ding Kai.

The latter tilted his head slightly, waiting for an explanation or statement.

Ran Lin smiled and said, “My agent is looking for me.”

Ding Kai pointed to Wang Xi, who was busy chatting nearby. “She’s over there. Doesn’t seem like she was on the phone.”

Ran Lin was caught off guard.

Ding Kai, seeing Ran Lin’s flustered expression, was pleased and finally waved him off. “I’m just teasing you. Go ahead.”

Ran Lin mentally imagined stretching Ding Kai like dough into a long strip and frying him, finding some relief in the sizzling thought. He then left the venue with a light step—first making a round to the restroom, then meeting his partner, to make it less obvious.

Ding Kai watched Ran Lin leave the hall, curious about who was waiting outside or who was on the other side of that phone call, but he wasn’t the type to stoop to following. He preferred to let things be, believing what’s his will be his, and what’s not won’t be, without leaving regrets.

If only Lao Qin could see things as clearly as he did.

Ding Kai sighed almost imperceptibly, finished the last of his drink, and stared at the empty glass, lost in thought.

If Ran Lin had left two minutes later, he might have said more, because he could tell Ran Lin was quite concerned about Zhang Beichen. His inquiries about Lao Qin seemed less like gossip and more like concern for a friend. Although Ding Kai felt it wasn’t worth it for someone who presumed the worst of him.

Lao Qin was generous with his “companions”, willing to pave the way for them and secure good resources as long as they behaved. But one thing about Lao Qin was his bad habits in bed, which were almost unbearable for many. The longest one lasted just over a year with him, and Zhang Beichen’s endurance for two years surprised Ding Kai.

But it should be over by now. Zhang Beichen’s current state was visibly bad. From Ran Lin’s perspective, it might just look like weariness, but to someone who knew more, it was clear Zhang Beichen was emotionally unstable, and continuing on this path was risky.

Ding Kai pondered whether he should find an opportunity to remind Lao Qin to let go when it’s time.

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Kinky Thoughts:

You know, Ding Kai seems quite sensible. He’s not vindictive of being turned down by Ran Lin, but I get the apprehension. He’s definitely a snake but compared to other villain bosses in other showbiz novels I’ve read, he’s quite alright.

He gave Ran Lin a fair chance despite the rejection. He didn’t defend Ran Lin when his friend stepped in, but weighing the pros and cons, him souring a good business relationship isn’t worthwhile (considering Ran Lin isn’t anything to him). Though had he defended Ran Lin, he probably could have snatched some brownie points.

I mean I’ll take him. Me whenever he’s mentioned: this.

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Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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

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Chapter 85

This was the first time Lu Yiyao discussed his life direction with friends in the industry—not family, lovers, childhood friends, or agents, but friends from the entertainment circle.

Though he was reserved about parts involving Ran Lin, he was open about his own transformation, overall career thoughts, and future plans.

He never thought this day would come.

He didn’t even deliberately socialize with Xia Xinran or Gu Jie, but when he looked back, everything had happened naturally.

As fellow artists, Xia Xinran and Gu Jie had a different perspective from family and agents, even different from Huo Yuntao, who worried about his future. But these two…

Xia Xinran: “To transform is to become a boss. I’m envious…”

Gu Jie: “If you like it, go for it. It’s rare to live life once. Follow your feelings!”

Lu Yiyao felt relaxed and somehow lighter.

He was aware of the risks and challenges ahead, but sometimes he needed such blunt encouragement to “boldly move forward”.

“Ran Lin, when does your contract end?” Xia Xinran, after expressing his envy, got to thinking.

“End of next June,” Ran Lin replied honestly.

Xia Xinran nodded, warning him. “From my bitter experience, the company won’t let you go easily. You need to prepare early.”

Just as Ran Lin was about to reassure him, Lu Yiyao’s phone rang.

The three fell silent, watching as Lu Yiyao answered, smiling naturally after seeing the caller, then stood up to head to the corridor. “I’ll take this call.”

As Lu Yiyao left, the private room door closed again. Gu Jie shrugged and continued eating, but Xia Xinran raised an eyebrow at Ran Lin—?

Ran Lin slightly shook his head, indicating he was also clueless.

In the hallway, Lu Yiyao, standing under a wall painting, replaced his smile with surprise: “You’re here too?”

“Yeah.” His sister’s voice was soft and sweet on the phone. “I’m at a girls’ gathering, and I heard someone say they saw a guy who looks just like you, so I called to check.”

Lu Yiyao was puzzled; he hadn’t left the private room since they started eating. Where was there a chance to “be seen”?

But then he thought maybe he was spotted entering the place. He was used to being recognized, so it wasn’t strange.

“Brother, is Xia Xinran there too? My friends said they saw him.” His sister used strategy A while speaking of B, a typical Lu Yimeng tactic, especially when her brother wasn’t suspicious, making it an effective smokescreen.

Sure enough, Lu Yiyao followed her lead. “Do you like him?”

Lu Yimeng replied almost without thinking, “I really like him!”

Lu Yiyao wondered if he’d been neglecting his sister. Otherwise, how could he have missed this?

“Brother, don’t misunderstand; it’s just a fan’s adoration for their idol, not asking you to introduce me to a boyfriend.” Seeing her brother’s silence, Lu Yimeng quickly reassured him.

Lu Yiyao was embarrassed; he hadn’t even considered that.

Lu Yimeng didn’t give her brother much time to think, lest her ruse be uncovered. After reassurance, she cooed, “Brother, is it crowded there? If it’s just a friends’ gathering, can I come over for a few minutes? Just me. I promise to be good. Just a few words with my idol, get an autograph, then I’ll leave!”

Lu Yiyao hesitated.

He was always unconditionally doting on his sister, but his friends weren’t obliged to entertain this. He had to consider their feelings. “I’ll ask for you. If Xia Xinran agrees, I’ll let you come over, okay?”

Lu Yimeng understood her brother’s thoughts and didn’t push further. “Then you better speak well of me…”

After hanging up, Lu Yimeng sighed in relief, her heart still pounding with the thrill of a childhood mischief.

But she meant no harm; she just really wanted to see the one her brother liked up close, chat a little, even if it was about nothing important, so next time her brother came home, she wouldn’t have to lie on the floor eavesdropping—it was really hard!

Lu Yiyao returned to the private room, and all eyes turned to him. The third pair of eyes was a few seconds slower but also looked over after putting down the chopsticks.

“My sister.” Lu Yiyao got straight to the point.

Ran Lin understood instantly, getting why Lu Yiyao smiled when he saw the caller—among the many labels on his lover, “sister spoiler” was a prominent one.

Xia Xinran and Gu Jie were more surprised. “Your sister?”

Lu Yiyao felt the uniform questioning sounded odd but elaborated anyway. “Yes, same father, same mother, my sister.”

Lu Yiyao’s candid demeanor dispelled Xia Xinran’s surprise, leaving only curiosity. “Does your sister look like you?”

Speak of the devil.

Lu Yiyao moved to the empty seat next to Xia Xinran, without hesitation sitting down, smiling. “Want to see for yourself?”

Xia Xinran, startled, instinctively scooted towards Gu Jie. “Teacher Lu, you’re giving off a ‘no good intentions’ vibe right now…”

Lu Yiyao laughed, no longer teasing, and got serious. “My sister and some friends are here too. She’s your fan and wants to meet you, say a few words, get an autograph. Just her, do you mind?”

“Your sister is my sister, bring her over!” Xia Xinran didn’t hesitate.

Lu Yiyao swallowed, observing his friend’s “curious” aura, unsure who the meeting was really for.

Gu Jie was purely excited for the upcoming spectacle.

Ran Lin, however, tensed up at the mention of Lu Yiyao’s sister coming over. The food in his mouth suddenly lost its flavor. He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, subtly straightened his clothes, and checked his face and hair on the phone’s dim screen.

Lu Yiyao called his sister Lu Yimeng back, this time not avoiding everyone. Within two minutes, at most, after ending the call, there was a knock on the private room door.

Lu Yiyao immediately got up to open it, and soon a tall girl entered. By Lu Yiyao’s standards of attractiveness, the girl’s features might not be stunning, but she exuded a healthy, beautiful vibe, like someone who enjoys sports, full of positive energy.

“This is my sister, Lu Yimeng.” It was the first time Lu Yiyao was introducing his sister to his friends, a mix of novelty and nervousness in his demeanor. He hoped his sister would behave appropriately and not do anything outrageous.

“This is Xia Xinran, this is Gu Jie…” After introducing his sister, Lu Yiyao hurriedly introduced his friends. When it came to Ran Lin, he felt a subtle happiness, as if introducing his partner to his family. “And this is Ran Lin.”

Lu Yimeng greeted everyone with a bright smile, her gaze lingering on Gu Jie’s face for an extra second.

Gu Jie had dark, short hair, tanned skin, and muscles that were well-defined but not overly exaggerated, visible under his sleeveless vest. His camo pants and high-top military boots added a rugged charm to his already sturdy demeanor.

“So, I hear you’re my fan?” Xia Xinran spoke up, feeling the need to assert himself lest Gu Jie steal the spotlight, as the visit was supposed to be about him!

“Yes, I really like you!” Lu Yimeng said, decisively turning her attention back to Xia Xinran.

“Let’s all sit down and talk,” Lu Yiyao suggested, seating his sister next to Xia Xinran. Now, the seating arrangement around the six chairs was Gu Jie, Xia Xinran, Lu Yimeng, himself, Ran Lin, and one empty seat.

Xia Xinran felt something was off about Lu Yimeng, but when he asked what works of his she liked, she rattled off his entire acting career almost without taking a breath. Xia Xinran then felt ashamed for being overly suspicious.

Lu Yimeng, on the other hand, was taking a deep breath in relief inside, thankful that she had come prepared.

Xia Xinran was sitting next to Gu Jie, so as Lu Yimeng and Xia Xinran were talking, Gu Jie was also pulled into the conversation—

“I’ve seen <The Willow Mystery> and <Windless Desert>…”

These two works, one being Gu Jie’s breakthrough TV drama and the other his debut film, were extraordinarily significant to him.

Gu Jie didn’t expect Xia Xinran’s fans to pay such close attention to him, and he said gently, “Have you seen them all?” Xia Xinran rolled his eyes internally, realizing he still preferred Gu Jie’s more abrupt and brusque demeanor, finding this sudden gentleness difficult to get used to.

“Yes, I’ve seen them and really liked them!” Lu Yimeng replied to Gu Jie, but her glance darted to her brother. As expected, surprise flashed in her brother’s eyes. Although it was only for a moment, he couldn’t escape her sharpness.

Unaware of the “fan’s” distraction, Gu Jie humbly chuckled, a bit embarrassed. “I was young then, not quite understanding the nuances of acting.”

Xia Xinran sullenly finished his now-cold tea, reminding himself that fans are fickle and not to take it personally.

Lu Yiyao, meanwhile, was still processing. He knew of Gu Jie’s TV drama but was unaware of the film, which wasn’t very famous. He was surprised his sister knew even about that. Was her true love Xia Xinran or Gu Jie?

Lu Yimeng withdrew her gaze from her brother, not needing to dwell further. The situation was clear: Xia Xinran and Ran Lin were completely unaware of their brother’s and Gu Jie’s relationship; otherwise, they wouldn’t be acting so naturally.

But…

Lu Yimeng glanced at Xia Xinran and Ran Lin again. One was stunningly beautiful and lively, the other pale and delicate, warm, and comforting. The latter was more her type, reminiscent of a boy she had liked during her school days.

So, how did her brother choose between the immortal-like Xia Xinran and the campus heartthrob Ran Lin to end up with the rugged Gu Jie? It felt like ignoring vanilla, mango, strawberry, and chocolate flavors to pick a chili-flavored ice cream…

Nevertheless, Lu Yimeng accepted reality and, to be fair, found Gu Jie to be a decent person, straightforward and simple, the kind who says what he thinks. Perhaps in the complex entertainment industry, such a character is more appealing.

The ding dong sound of a water droplet notification in the lively private room was easy to miss.

However, as the phone was on the table, Ran Lin immediately saw the screen light up and picked it up. It was a message from Lu Yiyao—[What do you think of my sister?]

Ran Lin stealthily glanced at Lu Yiyao, who was leisurely eating as if the message had nothing to do with him. He silently put the phone on silent mode before replying—[She’s cute.]

Once the message was sent, as expected, Lu Yiyao’s phone remained silent, the wily lover having already turned off the ringtone.

Lu Yiyao—[Let’s formally introduce you to her sometime.]

Ran Lin smiled at the new message—[Don’t we need to come out first?]

Lu Yiyao—[Come out and introduce you as a sister-in-law. Two birds with one stone.]

Ran Lin—[……]

Lu Yiyao—[😀]

Xia Xinran glanced at the two, still engrossed in their phones, wishing he could remind the girl engrossed in conversation with Gu Jie that her brother was openly flirting right in front of her. Was Gu Jie that captivating?

Lu Yimeng knew her visit was brief, as intended. She was well aware this was her brother’s dinner, and while a bit of charm was fine, overstaying would be awkward. So, after a satisfying chat with Gu Jie, she took out an antique paper fan for Xia Xinran to sign.

Comforted, Xia Xinran readily signed, glad the girl hadn’t forgotten she was a fan of his. Lu Yimeng, satisfied with the autograph, stood up to leave voluntarily. “Brother, I’ll go first. I don’t want to disturb you guys.”

Lu Yiyao nodded and stood up to see his sister off. At the door, Lu Yimeng turned back for a long, unguarded look at Gu Jie, her gaze clear with understanding—Don’t worry, I understand everything.

Gu Jie received the fleeting glance of his friend’s younger sister but failed to decode it—Huh?

Lu Yimeng left the private room with her brother, unaware of the confusion on Gu Jie’s face.

Xia Xinran, however, deciphered his sister’s look, which clearly conveyed, “From today on, if I’m going to be a fan of anyone, it’s going to be you.”

As the door of the private room closed, Xia Xinran, with a gloomy face, sought arbitration from a bystander. “Ran Lin, Gu Jie is stealing my fans…”

Outside the room in the corridor, Lu Yiyao smiled and patted Lu Yimeng’s head, saying, “Are you satisfied now?”

Lu Yimeng nodded vigorously, sincerely saying, “They are all very nice.”

Lu Yiyao felt a vague sense of pride. “My friends, of course, are not bad…”

As someone approached in the hallway, Lu Yiyao’s intended words, “Which private room are you and your friends in? Should I come over to say hello?” were swallowed up. He naturally pulled Lu Yimeng closer to make way in the middle of the corridor.

Having moved Lu Yimeng next to him, Lu Yiyao looked up, only to recognize the familiar figure approaching. A man in his late thirties, handsome, tall, dressed casually but with a business-like flair, in black casual pants and a light-colored shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and a modest but expensive watch on his wrist.

Ding Kai!

Lu Yiyao’s eyes narrowed quickly as he finally matched the odd familiarity with the information in his brain. He had never met Ding Kai in person, but after hearing about this harasser from Ran Lin, Lu Yiyao made a point of looking up this person’s information, including a photo, and memorizing it like a script in his mind.

He couldn’t say he’d recognize him turned to ash, but at least in such an unexpected encounter, he would not mistake him.

Ding Kai felt like the man standing at the door of the private room two meters ahead seemed to be staring at him. He hadn’t noticed at first, but the other’s gaze was too intense to ignore. So he also looked up, curious to clarify.

But when he recognized the other, Ding Kai was surprised… If he wasn’t mistaken, this was Lu Yiyao?

Ding Kai had never collaborated with Lu Yiyao, but they were in the same circle, and Lu Yiyao’s striking handsomeness was hard to forget. It wasn’t strange for Ding Kai to recognize Lu Yiyao, but for Lu Yiyao to recognize him was quite rare.

No, if Lu Yiyao did recognize him, shouldn’t he be more cordial? What was with the obvious “dislike”?

Just as Ding Kai was about to pass Lu Yiyao, the door to the private room suddenly opened, and then Ding Kai heard a familiar voice—

“Lu Yiyao, your sister forgot her phone…”

Lu Yiyao, Lu Yimeng, and Ding Kai—all six eyes and three gazes shot over simultaneously.

Ran Lin was holding Lu Yimeng’s phone, frozen at the door.

The moment he opened the door and found Lu Yiyao and Lu Yimeng hadn’t left, Ran Lin was almost joyfully vocal, but now, the situation seemed… a bit off.

Wait.

Looking over the shoulders of his lover and future sister-in-law, Ran Lin widened his eyes in surprise; he seemed to see… Ding Kai?!

Ding Kai was also confused. Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao in a private room… together? And with Lu Yiyao’s sister?

“What a coincidence, to meet here.” Ding Kai greeted Ran Lin, ignoring Lu Yiyao and Lu Yimeng.

Once addressed, Ran Lin could only politely smile. “President Ding.”

With the door ajar, Ding Kai could vaguely see others inside and asked, “A gathering with friends?”

Ran Lin nodded, then remembered why he had come out in the first place, quickly handing over the phone. “Mengmeng, here’s your phone.”

This “nickname” was what Lu Yimeng had everyone call her, as they were all close friends of her older brother, making it too formal to use her full name.

“Thank you.” Lu Yimeng took the phone, smiling in gratitude, avoiding further conversation as she clearly felt the atmosphere was a bit tense.

“Brother, I’ll head back first,” Lu Yimeng said, not familiar with this President Ding but understanding that he must be an industry connection. As an outsider, it was inappropriate for her to linger.

Lu Yiyao nodded, not forgetting to remind his sister, who turned any drink into a weapon of mass destruction. “No alcohol.”

“Don’t worry.” Lu Yimeng rolled her eyes at him, waved goodbye to Ran Lin, and then hurried off.

The three men left standing at the door were silent.

In fact, if Ding Kai had just greeted and walked away, the situation wouldn’t have been so awkward, but now it was Ding Kai himself standing there, seriously sizing up the two male artists, neither of whom felt right saying, “What are you looking at?”

“Why are you two standing at the door?” a friend’s loud voice came from inside.

Ding Kai paused and blurted out. “Gu Jie?”

“Lu Yiyao, are you calling me?” Gu Jie was already curious and stepped forward. “What’s going on—”

As Gu Jie arrived, the door was wide open, and then he froze. “President Ding?”

Still sitting inside, Xia Xinran suspected the doorframe of the private room had a strong magnetic field; otherwise, why were his three brothers all stuck there motionless?

“What are you doing here?” Gu Jie, never one for awkward silences, directly asked.

Ding Kai regained his composure, smiling politely. “Just came to eat with friends.”

“Oh.” Gu Jie casually draped his arm over Ran Lin’s shoulder. “Us too, a rare chance to have a meal together.”

Ding Kai’s gaze swiftly moved between Gu Jie, Ran Lin, Gu Jie’s arm, and Ran Lin’s shoulder, then confirmed there was nothing suspicious between the two.

After confirming, he felt a bit foolish.

Gu Jie had acted in two films his company invested in; they were somewhat acquainted. If Gu Jie was gay, then there were no straight men left in the world.

Ding Kai didn’t continue the small talk or ask Gu Jie to introduce everyone inside to him. Chance encounters outside of work weren’t his preference. “Enjoy your gathering. I won’t disturb you.” With that, his gaze swept over Ran Lin one last time before leaving.

Gu Jie, confused, shrugged his shoulders and turned back nonchalantly.

Lu Yiyao leaned closer to Ran Lin and whispered, “Do you think he figured out our relationship?”

Ran Lin was taken aback. “Are you afraid he did?”

Lu Yiyao gritted his teeth. “I’m afraid he didn’t.”

……

The gathering continued until 2 a.m., and as the four men left the club, Lu Yiyao keenly noticed paparazzi—not just one but a whole car of them.

This club always had paparazzi stationed around, which wasn’t usually a big deal, but the idling engine made it clear they were prepared to follow, which was annoying.

The four huddled together to discuss—

Xia Xinran: “Who are they following?”

Lu Yiyao: “Can’t be sure.”

Gu Jie: “Shouldn’t be me, right?”

Ran Lin: “We’re just having a meal, there’s nothing much to capture.”

“It’s not about whether they capture anything problematic.” Xia Xinran frowned. “It’s annoying to be followed, and I feel super unsafe thinking they’ll follow me right to my doorstep.”

“Why not just shake them off then?” Gu Jie didn’t see it as a problem.

Xia Xinran rolled his eyes. “Easier said than done. Their car is even slicker than mine. Not entering F1 would be a waste of their talent.”

Being followed by paparazzi is a part of celebrity life, so while it wasn’t unbearable, it certainly wasn’t a pleasant end to an otherwise enjoyable evening.

Gu Jie looked up at the car. Through the windshield, he could almost see the driver’s smug “what are you going to do about it” eyes. After a moment’s thought, Gu Jie cracked his knuckles and asked, “Want to get a little exercise?”

Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao remained silent.

Xia Xinran hesitantly said, “It’s not advisable to resort to violence.”

“…” Gu Jie felt like he’d be working out the “understanding” issue with these three forever.

After a three-minute secretive discussion, Gu Jie suddenly got into the driver’s seat, and the other three quickly followed—Xia Xinran in the passenger seat, Ran Lin, and Lu Yiyao in the back.

In less than five seconds, Gu Jie started the engine and sped off! The paparazzi van, surprised to see all four celebrities in one car, didn’t have to worry about who to follow anymore and set off after them.

“Buckle up!” Gu Jie reminded as he merged onto the main road.

Xia Xinran had a bad feeling and warned, “Speeding over 50% leads to an immediate 12-point deduction and retraining, you know…”

“Speeding? Violating traffic rules? I never do such things,” Gu Jie scoffed. “Hold tight—”

Xia Xinran felt immense pressure, as if he were about to be launched into space. Lu Yiyao, on the other hand, was excited about the impending thrill, gripping the car window’s upper handle with one hand and embracing Ran Lin with the other. “We’re ready.”

The streets were empty at midnight, making the accelerating engine sound particularly clear.

Gu Jie indeed didn’t speed, always staying just at the edge, and they drove out of the sixth ring road like that.

It’s unknown at which ring the paparazzi lost them or if they got lost outside the sixth ring, but the four had a thrilling ride, and by the time Gu Jie dropped each of them off, dawn was breaking.

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However, by evening, the paparazzi dutifully posted their stakeout results on Weibo—

[One Net Entertainment Studio: Brotherhood reunion, dodging reporters, the four-man group speeding! [Video Link] Yesterday, reporters spotted Lu Yiyao, Xia Xinran, Gu Jie, and Ran Lin at a certain club for dinner. At 2 a.m., as they left, they seemed to notice the reporters, and all entered Gu Jie’s car, which eventually drove out of the sixth ring, disappearing into the night… [Read more]]

Within five minutes of posting, the studio retweeted with a note—

[Friendly reminder, midnight drives are dangerous. Please choose areas with good mobile signal in case you get lost and need GPS navigation [Don’t ask me how I know.jpg] // @One Net Entertainment Studio: Brotherhood reunion, dodging reporters, the four-man group speeding! [Video Link]…]

The entertainment studio led the narrative, making the topic quite hot. The video didn’t capture much except for their arrival at the club and later departure. The rest was just following, following, until… they were lost.

Ran Lin felt a bit sorry seeing the end.

Comments were unanimously in the “haha” vein; there wasn’t any big news, so the focus was on the studio’s cute blunder. The studio deliberately cultivated this quirky image, hence the obvious repost of the friendly reminder.

Apart from that, many expressed envy of their friendship, especially since “National First Love Drifting Story” had been over for two years. In two years, the entertainment industry could change dramatically, but the relationships formed during the show had only deepened, which was a beautiful thing for fans who had been genuinely invested in the show.

But there was always a question whenever there was news of the “Drifting Team” reunion.

[Why is it always the four of you in the news of a Drifting Team reunion? What about Zhang Beichen?]

[Didn’t everyone get along well during the show? Why is Zhang Beichen never at these gatherings?]

[It’s so obvious you’re excluding Zhang Beichen. Even a passerby like me can’t stand it 🤷]

[Just watch the show. Do you really believe what’s shown? Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao collaborated on Fallen Flowers, and with Gu Jie on <Dyeing Fire>, so now they’re showing off their friendship.]

[And the one above, how cynical are you? Just because they collaborated on projects means they have to show off friendship? What about Xia Xinran? What has he filmed with these three?]

[I don’t understand why everyone says they’re excluding Zhang Beichen. If everyone doesn’t want to hang out with you, shouldn’t you reflect on yourself?]

[I can’t stand it. Wherever there’s a group, there’s this hugging and excluding. If you’ve been bullied at school, should you also reflect on yourself?]

The initial curiosity eventually devolved into online arguments.

That’s the nature of online gossip; no matter the news, discussions can easily turn into debates.

Moreover, some bored gossip marketers started to set the rhythm, with almost identical Weibo content—[Again one of five missing. Why is it always Zhang Beichen? Digging deep into the love and hate of the National First Love… [Read more]]

It was simply ridiculous.

Someone maliciously tagged Zhang Beichen in a mocking comment. Following the tag, Ran Lin clicked into Zhang Beichen’s page and discovered he had posted twice today: one for event promotion and one a street snap.

In the street snap, Zhang Beichen wore a retro plaid shirt and shorts, with round sunglasses perched on his nose, slightly lowered to reveal mischievous eyes peering at the camera as if interacting with someone off-picture, creating a youthful and interesting look.

However, the text accompanying the photo was distant and indifferent, suggesting a calmness in watching clouds roll and unfold. [Joy follows the solitary clouds. My heart disappears with the returning birds.]

The timing of this Weibo post almost coincided with when the entertainment studio released their gathering post, so Ran Lin couldn’t be sure if this was a response, a simple expression of mood, or perhaps the post was managed by Zhang Beichen’s publicity team and had nothing to do with him personally.

Yet, many of his fans beneath the post preferred to believe it was their idol’s response—

[Not forming cliques, not putting on a show, I just like this natural side of you.]

[Your level is so much higher than theirs ❤️]

[So handsome, I want the same glasses! 🤩]

[Have you guys noticed how blatantly Ran Lin is clinging to the others for fame? From Drifting Story to collaborating with Lu Yiyao in Falling Flowers, now with Gu Jie in a movie, I’m afraid he’ll leech off my idol next 😡]

[I’m a fan of both Beibei and Ran Lin, and the comments here are so complicated 😞]

[Some fans really overdo it, right? Gathering means forming cliques. Not gathering means being excluded. Can’t they just have their own lives?]

[Hope Beibei fans don’t disparage other artists. Let’s just focus on our own 😘]

Logging off Weibo, Ran Lin slumped into the sofa.

He hadn’t contacted Zhang Beichen for quite a while, but he couldn’t even remember how long it had been. Life gets busy, and it’s easy to neglect things until they suddenly resurface, leaving only melancholy.

……

“Tomorrow is the XX program interview. The day after tomorrow you have two event appearances, and the day after that is a fashion gathering for XX publication, with top executives from well-known brands attending. It’s a rare opportunity. After that…”

“Stop.” Zhang Beichen interrupted his agent with an impatient glance. “You’re spouting off so much. Who can remember all that? Just tell me what to do, and I’ll cooperate.”

Wu Xuefeng frowned but held his tongue.

Ever since Zhang Beichen landed <Mint Green> by some miracle, his temper had been worsening. Of course, the artist’s character was never that great to begin with, but Wu Xuefeng could tell that the current changes stemmed not from his innate personality but from external pressures. He didn’t know what deal Zhang Beichen had struck with President Qin or what had happened, but since President Qin helped him secure <Mint Green>, his mood had been deteriorating.

Especially noticeable in the last half-year, this state caused him to miss out on a great opportunity—another movie project lined up by President Qin following <Mint Green>, with stronger ties to the financiers. However, due to Zhang Beichen’s poor audition, they still said no; after all, investments need returns. They can be low, but not so low that even the principal isn’t safe.

President Qin was furious about this, but whether they argued or fought, Wu Xuefeng didn’t know—Zhang Beichen wouldn’t say, and President Qin had no obligation to inform him. What was evident was that since then, President Qin hadn’t found any more resources for Zhang Beichen. For half a year, Wu Xuefeng was almost single-handedly scrambling to find opportunities for him, feeling almost no different than before Zhang Beichen’s association with President Qin.

No, Wu Xuefeng thought it was worse than before. At least back then, Zhang Beichen was stable, not as capricious as now. As a result, Zhang Beichen’s career nearly stalled in the last half year. Despite a full schedule, his appearances were of little value, further exacerbating his negative state, creating a vicious cycle.

Wu Xuefeng now hoped for two things. First, that President Qin would quickly break ties with Zhang Beichen. Since there were no more resources coming his way, and there seemed no chance of a revival of their past intimacy—or perhaps they were never that close to begin with—it was better to let go sooner than later. Ideally, they should part peacefully; harboring a grudge would only lead to future suppression. Second, that <Mint Green>, releasing early next year, would be a box office and critical hit. Zhang Beichen was clearly on a downward trajectory, and whether he could reignite his career depended on this film.

In the late-night airport VIP lounge, only Wu Xuefeng, calculating in his mind, and Zhang Beichen, scrolling through his phone, were present.

They were like two separate worlds, not paying attention to each other.

Outside the window, the runway had been quiet for a long time, with no planes taking off or landing, creating a haunting silence.

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Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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

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Chapter 84

The buzzing of the clippers, like a lawnmower, neatly and uniformly trimmed the hair wherever they passed, leaving it short and orderly like a well-maintained lawn.

The hairstylist’s wrist was flexible, producing a naturally curved buzz cut. However, it was indeed very short, clinging to the scalp and revealing the round shape of the head without any place to hide.

Fortunately, Ran Lin’s good looks could still hold up under it.

In the mirror, the youth didn’t seem gloomy or like he had just come out of prison. Instead, when not making a sullen expression or simply smiling broadly, he resembled a good student in his rebellious phase, finally letting loose and rebelling.

“Looks good!” Jiang Yi had thought the shave would be disastrous, but upon seeing the finished result, she found that Ran Lin still looked refined. The haircut diminished his usual gentle vibe, replacing it with a hint of roguish charm, seemingly harmless yet likely to flash a mischievous grin when you’re not looking.

“Having good looks means being willful,” Gu Jie, who had been watching the whole process, commented wryly.

Only Ran Lin could pull off nearly being bald and still manage to look stylish; if it were Gu Jie, he mused, people would probably clutch their children and retreat indoors at the sight of him.

In late July in Wuhan, the heat was oppressive, like being in a steamer. The makeup area was a semi-open space, and even without direct sunlight, the temperature remained high.

Ran Lin had hoped shaving his head this short would be cooler, recalling the last time he did so in ninth grade as a pledge of dedication after poor final exam results. Then, it was winter, and stepping out of the barber shop without a hat, his head felt frozen solid. It took a long walk home and a long while indoors to feel like his head belonged to him again, making a woolen cap his best friend that winter.

However, the current heat was so intense that as the hair fell to the ground, he didn’t feel any cooler.

As the hairstylist finished sweeping up the cut hair, Ran Lin couldn’t help but reach up and touch his head, feeling the prickly stubble, a ticklish and curious sensation.

Gu Jie and Jiang Yi joined in, each taking their turn to feel his newly shorn head, satisfying their curiosity.

In the midst of a tight schedule, stealing half an hour of leisure was rare, but today the pace slowed for the entire crew because Jiang Yi was wrapping up.

Her joining the crew was like divine intervention; since then, the shooting schedule sped up as if on turbocharge, with her time with the crew only until July 25^th.

Today was July 24^th.

If not for wanting to see Ran Lin’s “kiwi head”, Jiang Yi could have caught an early flight back.

But since she was wrapping a day earlier than scheduled, she had half a day to enjoy the buzz, and the crew took the opportunity to throw her a small farewell party.

Coming to the rescue like a firefighter, Jiang Yi arrived with courage and left with grace.

After the farewell party that afternoon, Jiang Yi departed, and the crew resumed work. From now until the final wrap, it was all about Di Jiangtao’s scattered scenes right after his release from prison.

Almost all the delayed progress had been caught up during Jiang Yi’s 40-odd days of intense effort, marking a rare early wrap at six o’clock for the day.

Back at the hotel, Ran Lin immediately posted a selfie on Weibo. In the photo, he was bare faced, sporting the buzz cut, with a slightly mischievous look and a light smile hinting at defiance. The caption read, [Saving on shampoo now 🐰.]

Ever since the Qi Luoluo incident, Ran Lin’s Weibo had been buzzing with activity.

After showering, the comments were too numerous to keep up with—

[Burning Noodles Can Really Burn: The text is soft and cute, the selfie is seductively evil, the style is so inconsistent it kills people with OCD! 😟]

[Sad Donkey: With such a trendy hairstyle, shouldn’t we change the bunny emoji for this one 😎 to match…]

[Pear Blossom with Snow: Ahhh I really like the new hairstyle [Dead.jpg]]

[Huangfu Bai: What exactly did you go through? Having good looks doesn’t mean you can be this wild 😂]

[Lin’s Family Burning Noodles: Looking forward to <Dyeing Fire> more and more! 😀]

[Rising Burning Noodles: Just to inform, Ran Lin is currently filming a new movie in Wuhan, and this hairstyle is required by the script 🐰.]

[My Ran Lin Is the Best in the World: Want to touch.]

Ran Lin logged out of Weibo and messaged his lover, who had wrapped up shooting and returned to Beijing a few days ago. “How are you resting at home?”

……

In Beijing, Fan Li’s house.

Lu Yiyao lay in the bathtub, eyes closed in relaxation, the massage mode stirring the water, relaxing his back muscles in the streaming jets.

His body was in the tub, but his mind lingered on the selfie of his lover he’d seen just ten minutes ago.

He had intended to take a bath, but right before leaving the room, a casual scroll brought up that selfie. Ran Lin had never mentioned cutting his hair so short for the role, so when Lu Yiyao first saw the photo, he was a bit stunned.

After a moment, he recognized the person in the selfie as his lover, suspecting the surprise was meant to shock him.

But the more he looked, the more he liked it.

Now he just hoped Ran Lin’s hair wouldn’t grow back too quickly, so when his lover returned after wrapping up, he could still touch, kiss, and rub against it.

Ran Lin, with a buzz cut, exuded a cute sexiness.

After admiring for ten minutes, Lu Yiyao finally put his phone on charge and proceeded to his bath. He figured Ran Lin had probably just returned to the hotel, so he planned to video call him later.

The drama Lu Yiyao had just finished was his last one, and now he was only committed to a few endorsements. Some were expiring at the end of the year, others the next year, all of which he intended to fulfill naturally. For the few endorsements that were only halfway through, Yao Hong was already negotiating the termination fees. Thankfully, their ongoing good relationship with the brands meant that while surprised—since it’s more common to talk about renewals than terminations—they didn’t demand exorbitant fees for breaking the contracts. It was smoother than expected, with a couple of brands already considering Ran Lin as a possible replacement at Yao Hong’s suggestion.

But Lu Yiyao didn’t share these thoughts with Ran Lin.

Everyone has their own battles to fight. He would do his part and Ran Lin would do his; no need for many words, as a day of victory would eventually come when they’d meet again.

Turning off the massage mode and letting the water calm, Lu Yiyao slid down until he was fully submerged in water.

From the day he entered the entertainment industry, his world had always been noisy, but at this moment, under the warm water, he felt his heart and the world quiet down together.

Outside the door, eavesdropping ears were at work.

Lu Yimeng lay on the floor, sticking her buttocks out, enduring the soreness in her waist and legs, but she didn’t hear any suspicious conversation from the bathroom. Instead, the housekeeper passed by twice, her gaze growing increasingly complex, not understanding why a perfectly good girl would want to eavesdrop on her brother taking a bath.

It was a rare occasion for big brother to come home, and Lu Yimeng was frustrated at not uncovering any juicy information.

Suddenly, her wandering eyes seemed to hit upon an idea, and with a whoosh, she sprang up and silently ran towards her brother’s bedroom.

Lu Yiyao’s bedroom door wasn’t locked; he didn’t think to guard against his own sister. Firstly, his and Ran Lin’s communication always began cautiously before diving into content, and secondly, he was completely unaware of his sister’s suspicion. Being cautious outside, he naturally relaxed at home.

He didn’t know that his sharp sister had seen through everything… well, of course, with some minor inaccuracies.

Lu Yimeng successfully entered her brother’s bedroom and immediately saw the phone charging on the bedside table. She wanted to celebrate with fireworks!

She dashed over in three quick strides, her cheerful steps making no sound on the soft carpet.

As if sensing her entry, when she was just a step away from the bedside table, the phone suddenly lit up with a “ding dong” notification sound.

Lu Yimeng’s spirits lifted, and she pounced over, eyes wide, carefully reading the new WeChat message:

[Airport Superfan: How are you resting at home?]

Lu Yimeng crouched beside the bedside table, staring at this mysterious message, her brows deeply furrowed.

Airport Superfan… What in the world is that!

The screen soon dimmed again, and Lu Yimeng hurriedly picked it up and tried to light it up, but she couldn’t unlock it without the passcode.

In her twenty-something years of life, she never imagined her first phone snooping wouldn’t be to check on a cheating boyfriend but rather to see if her own brother needed to come out of the closet. The irony was not lost on her.

What made it worse was that she couldn’t get into the phone.

She tried all the four-digit combinations she could think of: brother’s birthday, dad’s birthday, mom’s birthday, her own birthday, the last four digits of the ID card, the last four digits of the phone number, brother’s debut day… After about ten minutes of trying everything she could think of, she got nowhere.

And during this time, the so-called “Airport Superfan” didn’t send any new messages.

Lu Yimeng sighed in despair and reluctantly placed her brother’s phone back on the charger, stealthily exiting the room as if she had never been there.

……

Lu Yiyao emerged from the bathroom at 7:40 p.m. The housekeeper offered to heat up dinner for him, but he declined, making a simple sandwich with two slices of toast before returning to his room.

“Today I went back to my mom’s place. Just got out of the shower and feeling revived. Where are you?” Lu Yiyao munched on the sandwich while sending a voice message to his lover.

“Hotel.” Came the quick reply.

Lu Yiyao finished his sandwich in a few bites and found his Bluetooth headset in the bedside drawer. After putting it on, he sent a video call invitation.

As the video connected, Lu Yiyao was still swallowing the last of his sandwich, his cheeks slightly puffed, his usual cool demeanor compromised by his eating, especially after seeing Ran Lin, which made him chew even faster.

Ran Lin had intended to surprise Lu Yiyao but ended up making him laugh instead. “Sneaking some food, huh?”

Lu Yiyao took a big gulp of water to wash it down before responding, “Sandwich.”

Ran Lin frowned. “That’s all you’re eating at home?”

Lu Yiyao replied, “Low oil, low calories.”

Ran Lin looked at him for a couple of seconds before saying, “Aren’t you not planning to take any more roles? Why still so strict?”

“Not taking roles doesn’t mean I can let myself go,” Lu Yiyao said. “Otherwise, what if you one day find me unattractive and leave me for someone else?”

Ran Lin glared through the screen. “Am I that superficial?”

Lu Yiyao considered seriously for a moment and nodded. “Kind of.”

Ran Lin was speechless. “……”

“Don’t move,” Lu Yiyao suddenly said in a low voice. “Let me see your hair.”

Ran Lin thought it was finally time to get to the main topic and sat up straight, playfully asking, “Cool, right?”

Lu Yiyao didn’t respond, just softened his gaze and stared intently.

Ran Lin expected Lu Yiyao to be shocked, but now felt he might be the one getting startled. “Say something.”

“How does it feel?” Lu Yiyao asked softly.

Ran Lin didn’t catch on. “Huh?”

Lu Yiyao moved the phone closer, murmuring. “What does it feel like when you touch it?”

Ran Lin frowned, feeling the question was a bit odd, but he instinctively raised his hand to touch his head again, feeling the same as earlier in the day. “A bit prickly.”

Lu Yiyao nodded slightly, then squinted his eyes, seemingly in a trance or satisfaction.

Ran Lin swallowed, feeling as if an invisible hand was touching his head…

Ran Lin got a jolt from his own imagination, grateful that <Dyeing Fire> would be wrapping soon, as long-distance relationships were making them both a bit peculiar.

“Jiang Yi wrapped today.” To steer the conversation away from an uncontrollable abyss, Ran Lin cleared his throat.

Lu Yiyao frowned, obviously not too pleased to be interrupted from his reverie, but after a moment of thought, he realized it was good news. “With her wrap, the whole film must be close to finishing, right?”

“Yeah,” Ran Lin said. “According to the current schedule, the entire film should wrap on August 8^th.”

August 8th was only half a month away, and Ran Lin’s <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms> was scheduled to shoot right after. Thinking of this, Lu Yiyao became a bit uncertain. “So will you be coming back to Beijing?”

“I will,” Ran Lin said without hesitation, then quickly remembered he hadn’t told Lu Yiyao about the delayed start of <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms> and hurriedly added, “Xi Jie coordinated with them for me. I’ll join the crew in Hengdian on August 18th, so I have ten days off in between.”

Lu Yiyao finally felt at ease, his eyes and brows softening as he whispered, “Perfect. Xia Xinran has been nagging about meeting up once you guys are back. I’ll set up a tentative date with him tomorrow.”

“Xia Xinran is available?” Ran Lin was surprised.

Lu Yiyao explained, “He’s been quite unhappy with his company lately, stopped many activities, and is feeling quite stifled.”

Ran Lin, busy with his schedule, hadn’t been in touch with Xia Xinran and was unaware of the situation. “What’s going on?”

Lu Yiyao detailed, “His company wants to renew the contract, but the new offer is only a slight improvement on the original. Xia Xinran can’t accept it, wants to terminate, and talks have broken down.”

Ran Lin asked, “Are the terms that bad?”

Hearing Ran Lin’s question, Lu Yiyao realized his partner was completely unaware of the critical aspect. “Xia Xinran’s contract, the one he signed at his debut, is about to expire. It’s finally coming to an end, and the company has offered a new one that’s hardly different—just minor improvements in certain clauses. Isn’t that bad?”

Ran Lin was astonished. This wasn’t just bad; it was vampiric.

Xia Xinran debuted through a talent show, and contracts signed under such circumstances are usually like indentures: long-term and stringent. Ran Lin thought Xia Xinran would have renegotiated his contract by now, given his fame and leverage, but to persist until the contract’s end was unexpected!

Ran Lin shook his head in disbelief. “What is his company thinking? With Xia Xinran’s current popularity, they still expect to retain him with a talent show contract?”

“It’s probably just a negotiation tactic.” Lu Yiyao analyzed. “They think by offering an outrageous contract first, they’ll have more room to maneuver later. If they start with a generous contract and Xia Xinran isn’t satisfied, demanding even more, the company would be at a disadvantage.”

Ran Lin rolled his eyes. “If Xia Xinran were like that, he wouldn’t have stuck with his debut contract for so many years. With his popularity over the years, countless companies must have approached him, wanting to poach him. If he weren’t loyal, he would have left long ago.”

“This contract was a cold shock for Xia Xinran. I think he probably never even thought about leaving before this.” Lu Yiyao said, “So, I support him terminating the contract. After all these years, the company still doesn’t understand its own artist’s character. It’s not worth wasting emotions on.”

“Right.” Ran Lin firmly sided with his partner. “How is he doing now, mood-wise?”

Lu Yiyao responded, “He’s fine. He says he went out drinking all night with friends right after, cursing the company from night till dawn, and then warmly embraced the sunrise feeling completely refreshed.”

Ran Lin was bemused. “Yep, that’s his style.”

The two continued talking until almost eleven, then reluctantly said goodnight.

As Lu Yiyao took off his Bluetooth headset, his ears were a bit warm.

Fan Li hadn’t returned yet, and the entire villa was lit only by night lights, casting a dim, cool glow.

Lu Yimeng struggled to her feet, stretching her stiff muscles and criticizing her own silliness for eavesdropping for so long.

Throughout, her brother never mentioned the other person’s name, cleverly avoiding using the speakerphone. What made it even more infuriating was their lengthy discussion on “work”, starting from “Xia Xinran’s contract renewal” and branching into various aspects including acting techniques, public relations strategies, and how profound impressions from variety shows can affect an actor’s role-shaping. If not for occasionally switching to the love channel to whisper sweet nothings, she would have thought her brother was chatting with his agent…

Is this really how you do romance, brother?

But whether or not the name was mentioned didn’t matter to Lu Yimeng anymore. With all the gathered information—the actress just wrapped up, mutual friend Xia Xinran, and previous incidents—if the person wasn’t Gu Jie, it would be a real surprise.

Her eavesdropping today was just to understand more about Gu Jie, as public personas can be quite different from private ones. With her brother rarely home, her anxiety got the better of her.

Back in her room, Lu Yimeng filtered through all the “life talks” and finally picked out two useful snippets:

[She’s wrapped up, so your whole movie must be wrapping up soon, right?]

[Perfect, Xia Xinran has been nagging about meeting up once you guys are back. I’ll set up a tentative date with him tomorrow.]

Piecing it all together, the conclusion was clear—Gu Jie’s movie would soon wrap up, and once he’s back in Beijing, her brother and Xia Xinran are planning to meet up immediately!

……

On August 8^th, <Dyeing Fire> wrapped up.

On the day of the wrap, Wuhan experienced a downpour, breaking the continuous heatwave and bringing a refreshing coolness.

The movie was tough to shoot, and at the wrap party, the producer, now relieved of his stress, got emotional and even shed a few tears.

On August 9^th, Ran Lin returned to Beijing, first visiting Dreams Without Limits as per Xi Jie’s advice, reporting the shooting progress to the CEO, who happened to be there, and expressing his determination to do well in the upcoming <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms>.

The CEO, pleased with his dedicated artist, felt comforted. After Ran Lin left, he praised Wang Xi over the phone for managing such a sensible artist and mentioned Ran Lin’s contract expiring next June, suggesting they start discussing renewal.

When Wang Xi received this message, Ran Lin was sitting in her office. After hanging up, she closed the door and blinds before telling Ran Lin about the CEO’s praise.

Ran Lin was perplexed; he had just left five minutes ago, and the CEO was already commending him.

“But being too sensible can be troublesome.” Wang Xi sighed softly. “The CEO finally remembered to discuss renewal.”

“Finally?” Ran Lin didn’t understand her phrasing. There was still a year left; why did it feel like they had been waiting for a long time?

Wang Xi explained, “Your projects run until the end of November, and many appearances are scheduled until next year. If we don’t start talking about renewal now, the company won’t be able to book any more jobs for you.”

“But…” Ran Lin hesitated.

Wang Xi nodded, speaking softly. “I know you don’t want to renew. We talked about it before, but those were just intentions. Now it’s time to get into specifics.”

“How should we proceed?” Ran Lin asked.

Wang Xi replied, “I will help you delay the renewal discussion until the end of the year. You’re busy shooting <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms> anyway and genuinely don’t have time to talk. Then, by the end of the year, even if we start negotiating with the company, such matters won’t be concluded quickly. By the time the company presents a concrete contract, it’ll probably be late February or early March next year. By then, your payment for <The Legend of Lantern Blossoms> will have been settled, and you can formally propose to terminate the contract. The company won’t have anything to hold you back. Just follow the contract terms.”

Ran Lin was stunned, not expecting Wang Xi to have considered his situation so thoroughly.

“What about after terminating? Have you decided whether to sign with another company or establish your own studio?” Wang Xi suddenly asked.

Ran Lin felt a stir in his heart but kept a neutral face, replying, “I’m leaning towards signing with another company.”

“Okay, then I’ll also help look out for suitable companies for you,” Wang Xi said.

Ran Lin blurted out, “No need…”

Wang Xi raised her eyebrows quizzically. “Hm?”

“I want to think about it more,” Ran Lin said vaguely. “I haven’t completely made up my mind yet.”

Wang Xi chuckled. “Worried I’ll be wasting my time?”

Ran Lin hesitated, then nodded.

Wang Xi smiled. “I’m your agent; it’s my job to worry for you.”

Ran Lin felt a bit guilty.

Thinking he was still pondering those things, Wang Xi continued, “Don’t worry, I’m not too busy right now. Even if I wanted to scout for you, I’d have to wait until <Chronicles of Winter> and <Dyeing Fire> are released next year. By then, companies interested in poaching you will be lining up. No need for me to search.”

With his agent saying so, Ran Lin felt somewhat excited for the next year.

The next day was sunny.

Ran Lin changed clothes eight times at home before finally putting together an outfit he was satisfied with. As he stepped out, the night was already falling, with the moon and sparse stars in the sky.

But he didn’t have much time to gaze at the stars because Gu Jie’s car was already waiting downstairs. He had barely taken a few steps out of his apartment before entering the car.

Gu Jie was still wearing his camouflage pants and T-shirt, but the colors were different from the last few times Ran Lin had seen them. Previously, they were mostly deep green, but this time they were yellow-green. Ran Lin suspected his friend’s collection of camouflage pants might cover all terrains, possibly even jungle and desert camo.

The two had just returned to Beijing on an early flight yesterday and didn’t need much in the way of pleasantries. So, as Gu Jie started the car, he said, “You should buy a car, too. It’s inconvenient to always take taxis when you’re not working.”

Had someone else said this, Ran Lin might have wondered if they were reluctant to pick him up. But with Gu Jie, he took it at face value.

After fastening his seatbelt, Ran Lin responded, “I thought about buying one last year but got too busy to follow through.”

Gu Jie looked ahead. “Oh, let me know when you decide to buy one. I can help.”

Ran Lin looked at him. “You can get a discount?”

Gu Jie, a bit flustered, replied, “No. I mean, I know quite a bit about cars.”

As they spoke, the car merged onto the main road.

Suddenly, a ding dong sound echoed twice in the car.

Ran Lin took out his phone to see a WeChat voice message from Xia Xinran saying, “I’m already here!”

The melodious voice of the beauty lingered in the car for a few seconds before fading.

Ran Lin grinned, remembering that Gu Jie was driving, and another ding dong likely meant a message on his phone too. He asked, “Do you need me to check it for you?”

“No need,” Gu Jie replied without hesitation. “It’s probably the same message as yours.”

“…That makes sense.” Ran Lin found himself at a loss for words.

The gathering had been planned since the beginning of the month, as the drama was nearing its end with no likelihood of further issues. Thus, Lu Yiyao and Xia Xinran had set the date for today.

Gu Jie had agreed immediately when Ran Lin asked, also offering a ride since his place in Beijing wasn’t too far from Ran Lin’s.

“We’re on our way.” Ran Lin sent a voice message back to Xia Xinran.

About ten minutes later, Xia Xinran sent another message. “Teacher Lu is also here, and he’s dressed up really handsome today.”

Ran Lin couldn’t help but smirk and glanced at Gu Jie, who was focused on driving. Clearing his throat, he said very formally, “No picture, no truth.”

Ding dong.

Xia Xinran’s speed in sending a stealth photo was lightning-fast.

Ran Lin opened the picture. Lu Yiyao was looking out at the yard lights through the window, his hair apparently freshly cut, a little shorter than in the video but looking more spirited. A small table lamp cast shadows on his side profile, accentuating his handsome features.

Ran Lin didn’t reply with a voice message but typed instead—[Tell him he looks handsome.]

Xia Xinran responded not with a voice message but with a playful GIF—[Go eat your dog food!.gif]

Ran Lin laughed silently, his eyes curving into smiles. After a while, he contentedly put his phone back in his pocket. When he looked up, he realized the car had stopped at a persistent red light not far away.

In the corner of his eye, he felt someone looking over.

Ran Lin tensed up instinctively and turned, meeting Gu Jie’s curious gaze.

“What are you chatting about, looking so happy?” Gu Jie had stopped for the long red light and, a bit bored, tried to strike up a conversation, only to see his friend seemingly bubbling with joy.

Ran Lin couldn’t bear to keep it from his friend any longer and took out his phone, showing Gu Jie the photo of Lu Yiyao that Xia Xinran had sent. “Xia Xinran just sent me this.”

Gu Jie’s eyes widened.

Ran Lin bit his lip.

“Lu Yiyao is also here?” As the light turned green, Gu Jie quickly shifted gears. “Then we better hurry!”

Ran Lin: “……”

Coming out is a very difficult thing, especially when friends are completely uncooperative.

The gathering place was chosen by Lu Yiyao, a private club favored by many in the industry for its discretion. Many business and personal gatherings occur there, and the frequent comings and goings of celebrities mean that their small group wouldn’t attract attention, especially for a casual gathering like theirs.

“Why are you both so early—?” Gu Jie pushed the door open, his voice entering before him.

Ran Lin followed Gu Jie, peering over his shoulder to see his lover.

Xia Xinran, catching the exchange of glances between Lu Yiyao and Ran Lin, held his forehead, clearly overwhelmed by their style of romancing.

But what else can be done?

Even popular male and female artists have to hide their relationships, let alone the two of them.

That was also why Xia Xinran was willing to play the third wheel for these two friends—despite complaining, it was heartbreaking to see how hard they tried to keep it a secret.

“What’s with that expression?” Gu Jie sat down next to Xia Xinran, frowning at the other’s complicated expression. “You don’t welcome me?”

Xia Xinran sighed and smiled. “You’re mistaken; I’m just envious of you.”

Gu Jie was puzzled. “Envious of what?”

Xia Xinran: “Silly…”

Gu Jie: “Huh?”

Xia Xinran: “Nothing… No worries.”

“Learn more from me.” Gu Jie patted “Brother Xia’s” shoulder.

Xia Xinran rolled his eyes, no longer wanting to deal with him.

Ran Lin had already sat down next to Lu Yiyao. At a round table for six, four people would naturally sit close together, so it wasn’t odd.

Lu Yiyao’s hand moved under the table.

Ran Lin saw it and thought he would reach out and hold his. Instead, the next second, he saw Lu Yiyao’s hand lift.

Ran Lin was confused, but before she could speak, he felt a firm pat on his head.

It wasn’t just a pat but a back-and-forth stroke, causing his head to sway.

“It’s quite prickly.” Lu Yiyao smiled with amusement, feeling all the irritability from waiting, longing, and not being able to meet dissipate with the slight itchiness in his palm.

“That’s enough,” Ran Lin said, seeing his partner still not stopping after a sigh of sentimentality. “This is a head, not a ball.”

Lu Yiyao chuckled, his voice deep and pleasant.

Ran Lin grabbed his hand from his head and pressed it under the table. Before he could let go, he held it back.

Xia Xinran withdrew his gaze, resting his chin on his hand, feeling utterly defeated by the display of affection.

Gu Jie looked at Ran Lin and Lu Yiyao, who were gazing into each other’s eyes, then at Xia Xinran, who was staring at the ceiling, not quite understanding. “Aren’t you guys going to order food?”

As the dishes were served and drinks opened, the four clinked glasses, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up amid the crisp sounds.

To say it was warm wasn’t quite right; it was more carefree. Four people who barely see each other throughout the year, yet they talked and laughed like old friends, unconcerned and enjoying their food and drink.

After a few drinks, they started discussing Xia Xinran’s current contract issues. Xia Xinran was troubled and emphatically declared, “I won’t renew. Even if the terms were a mountain of gold and silver, I wouldn’t!”

Ran Lin could see, just as Lu Yiyao said, Xia Xinran had grown cold-hearted about it.

He asked, “So where will you go after you terminate your contract? Have you found another place?”

Xia Xinran smirked and shook his head.

“How about joining my company?” Lu Yiyao suddenly said.

Ran Lin was startled, instinctively looking at Lu Yiyao, almost thinking he had misheard—Are you serious?

Lu Yiyao’s lips curled up, and suddenly he scooped Ran Lin close with one arm, openly hugging him while addressing Xia Xinran. “Ran Lin has already agreed to join my company after his contract ends. How about you consider it?”

Xia Xinran was so shocked he dropped his chopsticks.

Even Gu Jie, usually oblivious, was stunned.

After a while, Xia Xinran incredulously asked, “You’re starting a company to sign artists?”

“And produce films and TV series,” Lu Yiyao added. “It’ll be officially registered by the end of the year.”

Xia Xinran: “What about your studio?”

Lu Yiyao: “It’ll merge into the company.”

Xia Xinran: “Can you manage it all?”

Lu Yiyao: “I’ll be a full-time boss, so I’ll manage.”

Xia Xinran: “…”

Watching Lu Yiyao happily hugging Ran Lin, Xia Xinran believed he was serious.

But…

“Teacher Lu, you’re successful as an artist and a reliable friend, but as a boss…” Xia Xinran spoke his mind. “I’m not very confident.”

“Don’t worry.” Lu Yiyao seemed to have anticipated this. “Wait till the company is set up by the end of the year. I’ll show you more detailed information.”

Ran Lin finally believed Lu Yiyao was serious about recruiting people.

His partner had already entered business mode. Though still in the artist’s seat, his mind had flown to the next stage.

The air conditioning in the private room was a bit cool, but Lu Yiyao’s body was warm.

Ran Lin, rarely having the chance to openly be close to his partner, let him hug him, looking like he was supporting the recruitment efforts of Boss Lu.

However, in the end, Xia Xinran still shook his head. “No.”

Lu Yiyao was a bit disappointed. “Why?”

Xia Xinran: “I’ll never be the First Brother in your company.”

Lu Yiyao: “……”

Ran Lin laughed, breaking free from his partner’s embrace, and patted the shoulder of the disappointed Boss Lu as a consolation.

“Full-time boss?” Gu Jie suddenly slammed the table, shocked. “Teacher Lu, are you not planning to act anymore?!”

All three pairs of eyes turned to Gu Jie with complex expressions.

After a long silence—

Xia Xinran spoke for everyone. “Is the chair you’re sitting on in a different time zone from ours?”

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