"Am I a smart aleck?" Wang Yong asked Tang Zheming beside him.

Tang Zheming was caught off guard by the question and was a little flustered. "I'm not a jerk! How could you be a jerk?"

"Forget it, it's pointless to ask you. You're my fan, why would you tell me the truth?"

"By the way, are you really my fan?"

Wang Yong still had some doubts about Tang Zheming. He felt that Tang Zheming was a fake fan, or rather, a hater, the kind who had a huge grudge against him.

"I'm really a fan of yours."

To prove himself, Tang Zheming turned on his phone and showed him the photos in his album.

Wang Yong looked at his phone's photo album and sure enough, it was full of his photos. "No, then you might be one of my haters."

"The kind of thing that secretly uses my photos to stab me in the back."

"No, I'm not your hater."

Tang Zheming opened his Weibo account for him to see; every post was full of love. He also showed him the chat history in his fan group.

After reading the chat history on his phone, Wang Yong hugged himself tightly and took a step back. "You actually wanted to sleep with me?"

Tang Zheming blushed, pursed his lips, and scratched his head. "I have had those fantasies, but I would never actually sleep with you."

"Damn it, get rid of your weird ideas right now."

"My thoughts are my thoughts, you're not really going to let me sleep with you," Tang Zheming muttered under his breath.

Wang Yong watched as she sometimes cried like a wounded, soft, cute kitten, and other times stubbornly wanted to sleep with him.

That brat is really fickle; she changes her mind even faster than her sister.

Wang Yong flicked his forehead with his uninjured hand, "If I really slept with you, would I still be alive?"

"Today is the unluckiest day of my 29 years; it almost cost me my life."

Tang Zheming could no longer contain his guilt and burst into tears.

"Waaah..."

"Today is the most humiliating day of my life in the last twenty years. I'm not like this. I didn't mean to hurt you. You're my precious baby. I cherish you so much. How could I possibly want to hurt you?"

"My idol is going to hate me. I'd rather not run into you today, so you won't hate me."

"Waaah..."

Seeing Tang Zheming's heart breaking, Wang Yong didn't know how to comfort him, so he gently patted his shoulder and said, "I don't hate you."

Tang Zheming looked at Wang Yong with a face full of tears, sobbing, "You just said that meeting me was the unluckiest day of your 29 years."

"I didn't say that meeting you was the unluckiest day of my 29 years. I said that today is the unluckiest day of my 29 years. I shouldn't have prayed for marriage and angered the God of Marriage."

Tang Zheming grabbed Wang Yong's arm, his eyes brimming with tears, and asked, "You really don't hate me?"

Wang Yong smiled awkwardly, "Yeah, I don't dislike it."

When Tang Zheming heard Wang Yong say that he didn't dislike him, he excitedly tugged at Wang Yong's arm.

Startled, Wang Yong pulled his uninjured arm back from the man's grasp. "Little friend, leave me my arm. I still want to eat with this hand."

Tang Zheming looked at his raised left hand and asked curiously, "Brother, can you eat with your left hand too?"

"Of course...no."

Wang Yong was so caught up in the recklessness of the young man that he forgot he had injured his right arm. He could ask his assistant to feed him, but taking a bath was not an option.

"Brother, if you can't eat, I can feed you." Tang Zheming blinked his eyes.

"You...don't you go to school?"

"Go for it! But I'm already a senior, and I've already completed almost all my courses."

"What? You're only twenty years old?" Wang Yong looked at him in surprise.

"Well, I went to university when I was sixteen. Strictly speaking, I'm not exactly twenty yet, because I haven't celebrated my twentieth birthday."

“If I’m being strict, I’m only twenty-eight. I haven’t even celebrated my twenty-ninth birthday yet.” For the first time, Wang Yong felt overwhelmed by age; it was as if the words “I’m very old” were plastered on his face.

"Yes, my brother is still young, only twenty-eight." Tang Zheming smiled sweetly.

"Could you be a little more polite and not reveal other people's ages?"

Wang Yong rolled his eyes at Tang Zheming beside him. Tang Zheming gently tugged at Wang Yong's sleeve. "Brother, what's your decision?"

"What's the plan?"

"I took care of my brother's food and lodging until his arm was completely healed."

"Are you really a senior in college?"

Tang Zheming showed him his campus card and ID card, and the information on them indeed showed that he was a senior student.

He really is a twenty-year-old kid who hasn't celebrated his birthday yet.

"So, did I tell you I wasn't lying? What's your decision?"

"Okay, I'm quite difficult to take care of."

"Ah...did brother agree?"

"Don't get excited, it's my arm..." Wang Yong said, frowning.

He was actually a little panicked. He was afraid that before he could take good care of his injured arm, his other arm would also be ruined.

"Where do you live? I'll take you back first. Come find me at Room 1002 of the Laimingjun Hotel tomorrow."

"Brother, aren't you going to eat dinner tonight? I can come over and take care of you tonight."

"No, let me catch my breath. Don't take me to the hospital tonight, I'm scared..."

Tang Zheming looked at him in surprise and said shyly, "Brother, I won't eat you. Even if you give it to me, I wouldn't dare to eat it."

Wang Yong slapped his head and said, "What are you thinking about? What kind of nonsense is a little kid thinking about all day long?"

"That's not right! Isn't it said that reading too many books will make you stupid? I think you're smarter than a monkey."

"You kids really have a lot of fun these days."

Tang Zheming quickly explained, "Brother, I've never been in a relationship, I've never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend."

"What are you explaining to me? I'm not your boyfriend. Just tell me your address, I'll drop you off and then I need to go back and rest."

Wang Yong took Tang Zheming to the address he gave him. Before getting out of the car, Tang Zheming asked Wang Yong for his contact information in case he couldn't find him the next day.

Tang Zheming got Wang Yong's contact information, jumped for joy as he got out of the car, turned to Wang Yong and smiled, "Goodnight, brother!"

Wang Yong's chest trembled, and he slapped his face to bring himself back to his senses. How could he be so absorbed in being called "brother" by others?

This person is incompatible with me according to the Chinese zodiac. I should be careful about my personal safety in the days to come to avoid losing my life.

However, he calls himself "brother" in a rather sweet way, sweeter than the pet dog at home calls him that.

Wang Yong returned to the hotel and called his director uncle, telling him that he had hurt his arm and probably wouldn't be able to film for a month or two.

The director immediately went to his room to visit him.

When the director saw his arm in a cast, he exclaimed in surprise, "Ah Yong! Tell me the truth, were you beaten up?"