I, a male celebrity, am rich!

"I know you can climb six floors in one breath and drink two taels of wine in one meal, but I also suggest you consider my suggestion." Ji Rongyu washed his hands and concentrated on picking fish bones for Ji Guanghui.

"Isn't my novel going to be made into a TV series? I'll be joining the crew. It'll probably take over three months, and I don't know when I'll be back. I'd like to hire someone to cook and clean at home for you. Is that okay with you?"

"I don't think so," Ji Guanghui said. "Only people like Lao Ke who can't get out of bed need someone to take care of them. I can still be strong and independent for a while. Go make your fortune and don't worry about me."

Ji Guanghui is in his seventies this year. Because of his regular exercise, his body is indeed much stronger than that of his peers.

But for elderly people living alone at home, they are afraid of accidents. The slightest mistake may lead to their death, and no one dares to take the risk.

Just as Ji Rongyu was about to persuade him again, he heard a clear female voice coming from outside: "Grandpa Ji, what did you say? Say it again! Believe it or not, I will go to the hospital tomorrow and tell my grandfather that you were making fun of him behind his back again!"

"Oh, Xiaole heard it," Ji Guanghui said without feeling guilty. She even smiled. "Ji Rongyu, bring the dishes! I see there's still that honey-glazed barbecued pork in the refrigerator..."

Ji Rongyu and Ke Yule said in unison: "You are not allowed to eat!"

Old man Ke’s granddaughter Ke Yule grew up with Ji Rongyu. The two families were as close as one family. Every time Ke Yule came here, she didn’t need to knock on the door. She would just take out the spare key hidden in the corner and open the door to come in.

She was wearing a light pink down jacket and brought a large bag full of fruits to Ji Rongyu, leaving only a wary look in Ji Rongyu's eyes. "My parents said they haven't seen you in a long time. They wanted to have dinner with you, but I thought you were busy, so I bought some fruits for you. Here. Grandpa Ji, take care of yourself and don't eat too much."

Ji Guanghui said "Oh" and stretched his neck to come over to praise the fruit. Ji Rongyu blocked his furtive hand and looked down. He felt that it was indeed very fresh and the fruity aroma was very sweet. He picked a few and went to the kitchen to wash them and cut them into a fruit platter.

Ke Yule followed him in and picked up his phone, which was still lit. "Great writer, how's your casting going? Who's going to play the role in your novel?"

Ji Rongyu thought for a moment and said, "Most of the characters are pretty close to my face. There's an actor you might know who plays Bai Qingheng, Wen Zhuo. Do you remember the Republican drama 'Nanjiang' that you recommended to me before? He played the male lead's younger brother."

"Oh, I remember him. I quite liked him back then," Ke Yule opened Ji Rongyu's Weibo and expertly liked his new post using his account. "What about Fu Qianyu? Who'll play him? Can we get the male lead from that popular Xianxia drama lately? I think he's quite handsome."

Just as Ji Rongyu was about to sneer, he remembered Lu Xinyang's unforgettable handsome face.

And that guy not only has a face, but also nerves, arrogance and money.

Because of his good looks and wealth, Ji Rongyu reluctantly retracted his fangs: "You've definitely never heard of the guy who plays Fu Qianyu. He's just a rich second-generation who's here for fun. I don't think... he can act well."

"Then he was parachuted in mid-sentence," Ke Yule suddenly became worried. "Putting aside his acting skills, what does he look like? Is he good-looking?"

Ji Rongyu nodded matter-of-factly: "You can rest assured about this."

He is not only handsome, but even so handsome that it blocks the eyes.

Not only does he have a pretty face, but he's also so tall that wherever he stands he blocks other people's sight. It's a pure physical obstruction.

Ke Yule felt a little relieved: "What if his performance is really terrible and the show turns out terrible, will your readers scold you?"

"The book and the play are separated, the dimensions are separated," Ji Rongyu rubbed the apple vigorously, almost using the force of plasmolysis, "Please do not attribute the actor's behavior to the author."

"If you get scolded at that time, I will come out to support you depending on the situation," said Ke Yule.

"It depends on the situation?" Ji Rongyu glanced at her, "It probably depends on whether you have a conscience."

"Of course I have a very good conscience," Ke Yule said. "I'm using all my conscience to bless you right now and wish you all the best in your venture into the entertainment industry."

After she finished speaking, she immediately followed up with, "Will it go smoothly?"

"For me, smooth means I can receive my salary and final payment on time." Ji Rongyu bit a piece of apple with an expressionless face.

"Then I think it's no problem. Isn't there a rich second-generation kid bringing in money? You probably don't have to worry about money. Maybe you can even have double happiness, a successful career and love life."

"What???" Ji Rongyu slapped the faucet in disbelief, "Him?! I'm blind and I wouldn't be attracted to him no matter who I am!"

"What are you yelling about?" Ke Yule said, puzzled. "I just gave you my sincere blessing. I didn't say you would definitely be with that person. You're reacting so strongly."

Ji Rongyu: “…”

"So who is that guy?" She finished speaking, then realized, "Oh, that rich second-generation guy who parachuted into your role as the male lead? He seems really handsome."

Ji Rongyu: “………………”

Since childhood, Ji Rongyu has always been a good young man praised by his neighbors, but his love for boys is his deepest secret.

When he first realized his sexual orientation in his middle school years, Ji Rongyu secretly wrote down his coming-out statement: "There is only one straight line between two points, but there can be countless gay lines."

Few people knew his secret, and Ke Yule, his longtime neighbor and good friend, was one of them. But now Ji Rongyu couldn't help but wonder if he had trusted the wrong person...

Ji Rongyu said stiffly: "What about that him? Without him, I don't understand what you are talking about."

After cutting a plate of fruits, Ji Rongyu brought them to the table, took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and posted it on Weibo along with today's dinner.

With the popularity of "Trapped in Color", the number of followers on his Weibo has increased dramatically, and new readers are also very active. Just refresh the page and the number of comments and replies will jump up.

【Why are you eating fish again? 】

[Am I following an author or a food blogger?]

[I don't care what you eat, I just want to ask when you will start a new post]

When Ji Rongyu saw the three words "Kai Xinwen", he yawned reflexively.

He already has several versions of outlines and beginnings stored in his computer, but none of them have gone well. In the past, he could get some inspiration by staying up late, but recently even staying up late doesn't work. He really doesn't know where to start.

But considering the time, it would be impolite to delay the new article any further. Ji Rongyu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, setting a flag for himself first.

[@容鱼: I am currently saving the manuscript. I will publish the new article after the new year.]

Which New Year? New Year's Day or Spring Festival?

[Sisters, don’t remind him! ]

【@蓉鱼: Of course it’s the Spring Festival! 】

After getting the accurate news about the new article, the style of the comment section changed immediately. Just now, people were just being so polite to each other, but now they have become much more respectful.

[Waiting for Daddy’s new article (well-behaved)]

【Boss Rong, go for it! 】

[There's something I've been curious about for a long time. Even though his Weibo profile says he's male, I don't know why I've always wanted to call him Rongrong... Can I?]

[I think it's OK. Since Rongrong won't release any photos, I think he can be neither male nor female.]

[The leaked photos might also be from the internet! Be bold! Rongrong, did you see the big "Live" in the upper right corner? Click it and you'll get a close-up look at me!]

It is indeed difficult to find a few male authors among the authors of BL novels. Ji Rongyu expressed his understanding, but he did not intend to obey.

@容鱼: No lies, no leaking photos, no livestreaming. Showing my face is impossible, not in this lifetime.

[Oh my, Rongrong is not only good at cooking fish, but also good at fishing.]

[I understand. The first author of the character design of the Sea King in the original circle, our Rong is the leader]

Ji Rongyu: “…”

@Rongyu: I scolded you (angry emoji)

He lowered his head and replied to the message for a long time. Ji Guanghui became impatient and knocked on the edge of his bowl with chopsticks: "Hey, what are you doing? If you want to play this, go back to your room. Xiaole came to you specifically to play, and this is how you treat him as a guest?"

Ke Yule immediately raised his voice and said, "It doesn't matter. There's nothing I can't tolerate. He's my creditor now, so he can treat me any way he wants."

"Excuse me, Miss Ke, how much do you make a month?" Ji Rongyu put down his phone and went to grab the braised pork from her chopsticks. "Let me calculate how many months of fan art you'll have to draw for me to pay off my debt."

"I'm sorry, the price has increased slightly recently, and I made a lot of money, but it almost made me vomit." She closed her eyes and skipped a curse word. "It's so hard to make money."

They say someone earning 5,000 yuan a month is worse than a maggot, and someone earning 20,000 yuan a month is worse than a dog. Ji Rongyu said mercilessly, "Then there's a difference between us humans and animals. Stop riding on my popularity."

"Okay, okay, you're laughing at me now, but I'll be able to laugh again when you beg me to draw you a pornographic picture someday..." Ke Yule was halfway through his words when he remembered that Ji Guanghui was still sitting next to him. His tongue got tied and he abruptly changed the subject, "I mean the pornographic pattern, the one with the yellow cream..."

"Those Crown Cream Cookies they sell in the supermarket, they come in a tin box." Ji Rongyu quickly pulled out two hundred yuan in cash and lied to her in a proper manner under her terrified gaze. "Grandpa, remember to buy them for me tomorrow when we go out to play cards. I can't let Ke Yule laugh at me."

"She doesn't laugh at you because she's being generous." Old Man Ji felt like they were talking about something he didn't understand. He felt left out and unhappy. "You're not a honest person, you grandson, I'm going to laugh at you too!"

"How am I dishonest?" Ji Rongyu was dissatisfied and felt very wronged.

Ji Guanghui spread her hands and thrust them into her thighs. "I'm asking you, Grandpa, what's the name of the novel you wrote, and the TV series you filmed, and you won't tell me a single thing! I was thinking my eldest grandson has made it big, and I'm going to buy a loud speaker and tell all the old men and women around here to watch your TV series, but you don't even say a word. How can I brag about this?"

"That's why I didn't dare to tell you because you wanted to brag. I can't afford to lose face like this." Ji Rongyu muttered in a low voice.

How many men who write BL novels are actually straight? If Ji Guanghui were to promote this, everyone in the neighborhood would know his sexual orientation. He had no intention of coming out to the entire neighborhood.

Ke Yule took out a tissue, seemingly to help Ji Guanghui wipe his mouth, but in fact it was more like covering his mouth: "Grandpa, who cares what he wrote? It's not against the law or a crime anyway. Who doesn't have a little secret in their heart, right? Ji Rongyu is shy! If he's shy, just let him go!"

Ji Rongyu said, "That's right, I'm really very shy and timid," and then quickly packed up the dishes and retreated into the kitchen. Ke Yule dodged the slap that Old Man Ji had bluffed at him, and followed him away.

"Why did you come in? I'm shy and don't dare to stay in the same room with others." Ji Rongyu glanced back at her and signaled her to close the door with his eyes. "But you can draw a few spring pictures for me. If I look at them more, maybe this shyness can be cured."

"How many?" Ke Yule glared at him. "Are you serious?"

"Really? I even gave readers a spoiler in the comments section that you're going to give out bonuses."

"Benefits, benefits, that's easy to say, but do you know how difficult it is to draw structural forms? Do you know how exhausting it is to focus on the details?" Ke Yule watched Old Man Ji return to his room through the transparent glass door before whispering the rest of the sentence, "I get paralyzed the moment I start writing. If you want to give benefits, go grab the keyboard and write something like 100,000 or 80,000 words."

"Well, then you should go home and sleep. Dreams are worth tens of thousands of words. Remember to tell me about your dreams," Ji Rongyu said. "I'm so sleepy. I'll go to sleep later. My grandpa said he wants to visit your grandpa in the hospital tomorrow, so I'll go with him then."

"Welcome. I think he's quite bored lying in bed every day. See you tomorrow." After saying that, Ke Yule went to say goodbye to Ji Guanghui. Soon, a clear sound of a door closing was heard outside the house.

Ji Rongyu washed the dishes and put them in the disinfection cabinet, wiped his hands and returned to his room, then opened his suitcase, tore off the pages of the notebook with dirty words, crumpled them up and threw them into the trash can to destroy them.

Feeling inexplicably sleepy, he changed into his pajamas and fell into bed, deciding to pack up tomorrow. Now he just wanted to have a good sleep.

But the phone vibrated several times and lit up in the darkness. Ji Rongyu struggled for about three seconds, and finally turned over and unlocked the screen.

Sure enough, the news came from the crew. Zhou Xiaoqing pulled him into a WeChat group and @ed several people to ask them to report their Weibo IDs in preparation for the official announcement, and also reminded the main creators and leading actors to remember to follow each other.

Ji Rongyu narrowed his eyes slightly and searched for the IDs posted in the WeChat group one by one on Weibo.

First came a few veteran actors with limited roles, then the director, assistant director, main supporting actors, Zhou Xiaoqing and Wen Zhuo...

Finally, Ji Rongyu searched for Lu Xinyang's Weibo, but found that his homepage was empty, and there was only one Weibo post:

@路新傀: I'm a male celebrity, and I'm rich!

Ji Rongyu's hand slipped and the phone hit his face with a bang.