Sitting in the car, Lin Qingyan fell asleep again without realizing it.
He had only slept for a little over two hours last night and had worked most of the day, so he was already exhausted. But he had been on edge the whole time, and only now was he able to relax.
He was sleeping soundly. Half an hour later, Gu Fei parked the car outside the villa. The person next to him had not yet woken up. The boy was even more well-behaved when he was asleep, making it hard to bear disturbing him.
Gu Fei didn't disturb him. He stared at Lin Qingyan silently for two minutes, then got out of the car slowly, opened the passenger door, and unbuckled the boy's seatbelt.
The man's strong, powerful arms, hidden beneath his clothes, wrapped around the boy's knees and back, and he bent down to lift him up in his arms.
Although Lin Qingyan was thin, he still weighed around 100 pounds. But Gu Fei carried him as if he were weightless, and walked into the house with ease. Gu Fei still had that calm face, but his eyes softened a lot.
At this time, all the servants are gone, and only Butler Shen is still wiping a vase in the living room. When he sees Master Gu carrying someone back, he just keeps his eyes down and tries his best to make his presence as inconspicuous as possible.
Although Gu Fei's movements were gentle, Lin Qingyan could still feel it. He felt as if he were floating in mid-air, swaying precariously and feeling insecure. But soon, he felt a warm embrace.
He was too tired and ultimately did not open his eyes or wake up.
After that, he felt a cool and comfortable sensation on his forehead and eventually fell into a deep sleep again.
He slept until the next morning. Lin Qingyan was woken up by the urge to urinate. He took a shower before coming out of the bathroom and felt refreshed. He hadn't had such a good night's sleep in a long time.
Looking at the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, he suddenly felt that life was wonderful. However, although the bump on his forehead from last night wasn't as swollen anymore, it was still quite noticeable, constantly reminding him how embarrassing it had been.
Also, how did he get back last night?
Could it be that Gu Fei really carried him back?
Lin Qingyan sighed helplessly, ultimately having no choice but to go out and meet people.
Gu Fei was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his posture languid, his elbows resting on the armrests, his body leaning back, his legs elegantly crossed, looking down at his phone.
To Lin Qingyan's surprise, a chubby cat was sitting on Gu Fei's lap. It was the same little orange cat he had met in the backyard yesterday. At this moment, the little orange cat was lazily sleeping with its paws tucked in and its eyes closed.
This chubby orange cat was actually raised by Gu Fei?
It was completely unexpected that the man liked such cute little animals, but the atmosphere between the man and the cat was exceptionally harmonious, as beautiful as a painting, making Lin Qingyan reluctant to make a sound and disturb them.
Gu Fei was the one who found him first and asked him to come over.
Lin Qingyan sat next to Gu Fei and obediently said good morning, without mentioning anything about last night. Gu Fei didn't mention it either, but stared at the bump on his forehead for a few seconds and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Lin Qingyan blushed slightly, "It doesn't hurt."
His attention was drawn to the orange cat in the man's arms. He bent down to stroke the cat's head, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Is this orange cat yours?"
Perhaps disturbed, the orange cat lazily opened its eyes and meowed somewhat disgruntledly.
"I picked it up on the road a month ago." Seeing that Lin Qingyan liked it, Gu Fei picked up the orange cat and handed it to him. The boy's smile widened, and he held the orange cat with tender eyes.
The boy spoke to the orange cat as if it were a child, his tone filled with affection and doting, like a cotton candy, "Little kitty, what's your name?"
Gu Fei answered for the kitten: "Its name is Little Orange."
Lin Qingyan: "..."
Lin Qingyan: "What a beautiful name."
Little Orange, Little Orange, it's simple, straightforward, and even a bit crude. It's already quite kind of Master Gu to condescend to give you a name like that. Otherwise, just calling you Little Cat would be so embarrassing.
Gu Fei's gaze had already shifted from his phone screen. He still rested his head on his hand in a lazy posture, watching the boy beside him intently petting the cat. A pleasant smile graced his handsome face, and his peach blossom eyes curved slightly.
Whether he was infected or not, the man's lips curled slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile he himself was unaware of.
Until Lin Qingyan glanced at it unintentionally and forgot to look away, this was the first time he had seen Gu Fei smile.
When a man has no expression, he always exudes a sense of coldness and aloofness, as if strangers should stay away. But this faint smile is like the first clear snow after a storm, a gentle spring breeze, warm and friendly.
However, before he could get a good look, the smile disappeared, probably because he noticed that someone was openly staring at him.
...
Lin Qingyan opened his eyes nonchalantly and continued to play with the cat. He had grown up today and was no longer the person who secretly stared at men yesterday, blushing and rambling when caught.
Gu Fei didn't stay at home for long before going to the company.
Lin Qingyan didn't plan to go out today; he had other things to do. After breakfast, he went back to his room to change his clothes.
Surprisingly, when he got up, he found that the once empty walk-in closet had been filled with clothes and shoes, all in his size. He knew without asking that it was Mr. Gu's doing.
They were all neatly hung in the walk-in closet, leaving him no room to refuse.
He picked out a finely crafted white shirt to change into, then tidied his hair in front of the mirror before taking out his phone to download an app—Douya Live, the largest live streaming platform in China.
Having been reborn, he still wanted to sing, dance, and act. Although he initially entered the entertainment industry just to survive, he gradually began to enjoy the feeling of standing on the stage.
In the first two years after his debut, he was loved by many fans and stood in the spotlight. His fans stood in the audience, clapping, screaming, and shouting his name.
It was only then that Lin Qingyan felt he was truly alive, and his life began to have meaning. He started to work harder and more diligently, for his fans who liked him, and to be able to stand on a bigger stage.
But those busy, short, and wonderful times were like a dream. Soon, his scandals began to spread everywhere, fans stopped supporting him, passersby cursed him, no one liked him anymore, and no one applauded, screamed, or shouted his name anymore.
He began to fear facing the camera, fear standing on stage, fear walking in crowds, fear the gaze of others…
But how could he be content with that? He was no longer afraid; he wanted to return to the stage.
Lin Qingyan's first thought was to do a live stream.
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