Chapter 52 Bathrobe for Light vs. Fate: Once their eyes meet...
[Wait, am I being too suggestive? Did Mr. Lu say the word I was thinking of? Really… the stomach?!]
[Is this something I can even hear?! !!! I'm completely going crazy! Completely going crazy!]
[Hopefully, the next time I understand something instantly is during an exam...]
[I love you so much, Mr. Lu! Waaaaaah, Mr. Lu really spoils us! He looks so radiant and reassuring today!]
[Hahahaha, the most authoritative confirmation in history has arrived! No one in the world has more authority to speak on this than President Lu! After all, he experienced it firsthand, hehehe! Best actor, you're truly amazing! (Thumbs up) President Lu, you ate so well! (Thumbs up)]
[Oh no, the Best Actor is going to be in the spotlight again, hahaha!]
The viewers in the live chat are indeed very familiar with Wen Yinhe.
Wen Yinhe's handsome face was instantly ignited by the scalding blood, as if someone had splashed a bowl of red ink onto his cheeks. The crimson color spread like wildfire across his entire face, quickly climbing up his ears and graceful neck, creating a striking contrast with his cold, jade-like skin, which made the viewers on the live stream cheer even louder.
The air around him seemed to heat up because of his excessive shyness.
Wen Yinhe desperately shrank into the blankets, burying his chin and nose inside. His large hands covered his flushed face, but could not hide his ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
Every moment spent with Huai Jin was thrilling and put his heart to the test.
Great, his blood circulation is also very smooth today.
He also knew perfectly well that the more embarrassed he was, the worse someone's intentions would be.
"What are you hiding for? You dare to do it but not admit it?" Lu Huaijin pulled Wen Yinhe's face out of the blanket and kissed it. His smiling eyes reflected the turbulent embarrassment in Wen Yinhe's eyes, and his smile deepened. "Who was it yesterday who was holding me and rubbing my stomach? And asking me if I was bloated and if I wanted to change positions—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yinhe suddenly threw off the blanket and buried the two of them together.
A commotion soon came from under the covers, accompanied by the low, playful voices of two men.
[What are you doing, Mr. Movie Star?! We were really enjoying this! If you're shy, don't interrupt Mr. Lu's speech!!!]
[Aaaaaah! What a scene of a playful couple bickering! I want to see! Let me see! Damn blanket, I'll burn you to the ground! Blanket, you're my mortal enemy! [Fire][Fire][Fire]]
[President Lu teases the movie star relentlessly every day, regardless of his own life or death. It's hilarious.]
[Sigh, you guys don't understand, this is all a trap set by President Lu! Imagine what happens when you compress a spring to its limit? It bounces back from rock bottom! Now imagine what happens when a normally gentle and restrained person is provoked to the extreme? Hehehe]
[I see, so Mr. Lu has been preparing for tonight's blissful life so early (blushing slightly)]
When the two of them finally emerged from under the covers, panting, their hair was completely disheveled.
After their eyes met, they couldn't help but chuckle.
Wen Yinhe rearranged the blankets, held Lu Huaijin in his arms, combed his hair, and kissed his forehead.
“I never imagined we had so much in common. I didn’t even know you were in the audience back then, otherwise I would really like to see you.”
“Actually, you almost saw it.” Lu Huaijin suddenly chuckled in a low voice.
Wen Yinhe was taken aback: "What?"
“I wasn’t just in the audience,” Lu Huaijin said, sitting up from Wen Yinhe’s embrace and leaning on his shoulder, playing with his long, slender fingers. “After the show, you borrowed a light from a man, remember?”
Wen Yinhe's eyes widened slightly, as if recalling something, and he suddenly looked at Lu Huaijin with wide eyes: "Could that person be you...?"
"I don't know why, but when I watched your fashion show, I suddenly wanted to smoke..." Lu Huaijin's deep voice slowly recounted with a sense of tranquility.
The man on the runway was so beautiful and dazzling that he easily captured Lu Huaijin's attention.
Lu Huaijin unconsciously rubbed his fingers together, intently watching the man leave the runway.
From the moment the man appeared, his eyes never left him; this was the show he had watched most attentively since he took that seat.
The foreigners next to him kept cheering and whistling, making his head ache.
"Lu, that Asian man was amazing! Don't you think?" The foreign companion's dark face was flushed, and he was so excited that he was gesturing wildly. His eyes were filled with lingering memories and infatuation with Wen Yinhe's amazing performance. He was clearly infatuated with Wen Yinhe. "I heard that he is from the same country as you. Do you know him? Maybe we can go and ask him for a photo? I think I'm already infatuated with him!"
On stage, Wen Yinhe was taking his bow with the designer. Away from his role and performance, he transformed back into his usual gentle, shy, and self-disciplined self. His every move already showed the gentle and composed temperament he would have when he was fully mature.
But because of his young age, he inevitably possessed a youthful liveliness and high spirits. His shy, clear eyes were so bright and beautiful that they seemed to hold all the stars in the night sky.
It is a special stage between adulthood and adolescence, a transition from immaturity to maturity.
Countless foreigners in the audience couldn't help but focus their gaze on the only Asian face under the lights, their expressions of fascination and excitement mirroring those of the foreigners beside Lu Huaijin.
Lu Huaijin couldn't help but cast his gaze deeply towards Wen Yinhe on the runway.
This was the second time he had seen him.
The last time they met, they were both teenagers.
One is 17, and the other is 15.
One was buried underground, on the verge of death.
A god descended and rescued him from the ruins.
Now, five years later, they have both achieved some success in their respective fields and are still growing rapidly.
At this time, Lu Huaijin did not yet have feelings for Wen Yinhe.
It's simply a natural appreciation of beautiful creatures and an instinctive concern for one's savior.
However, it must be said that Wen Yinhe's appearance really hit Lu Huaijin's aesthetic point, and as he matured, he became more and more stunning and attractive.
So, Lu Huaijin quietly watched the slow curtain fall on the runway while unconsciously rubbing his thumb.
For some reason, he suddenly had a strong urge to smoke a cigarette.
Lu Huaijin has always been a man who is true to his desires; whatever he thinks of, he does immediately.
He immediately said goodbye to his companions, pushed open the back door of the show venue, and came alone to a dark observation deck.
The viewing platform is lush with greenery, and its narrow sides are surrounded by layers of vines. In front of you is a quiet backyard, leaving behind all the glitz and glamour of the outside world, offering a rare moment of peace and tranquility.
Lu Huaijin leaned lazily on the viewing platform, squinting his eyes and enjoying the cool night breeze on his face.
Then, he casually pulled a cigarette from his suit pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth, and took a deep drag.
As the cigarette enters the lungs, the tension deep within the brain is slowly released, and a sense of relaxation spreads from the top of the head to the fingertips, as if all the bones in the body have been temporarily removed.
The body floats in a light, weightless state, but after a brief moment of blankness, it slowly returns to reality.
This is the effect of cigarettes numbing the nerves, making people addicted and indulging in a blissful world where they abandon everything and care about nothing else, with only the most primal pleasure remaining in the world.
It wasn't easy for Lu Huaijin to climb up the ranks.
He's only 22 years old, which is equivalent to graduating from university in society. Everything is just beginning, and he has an incredibly long road ahead of him.
The thought of having to face those ugly, hypocritical faces again after leaving this place made him feel nauseous.
The thought that he too would have to wear a false mask and flatter and fawn over the people he despised made him feel even more nauseous.
Suddenly, Wen Yinhe's handsome and clear face appeared in his mind, almost like a gentle evening breeze, instantly dispelling the nausea in his stomach. He felt as if he had been purified, and his mood improved considerably.
Well, if everyone he socializes with has such a beautiful and endearing face, he wouldn't mind giving them a little more patience.
Perhaps his desire was too strong, because he actually summoned the very person in question.
Just then, a gentle, clear voice suddenly came from outside the vines, politely asking in English:
"Hello sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you please lend me a light?"
The voice was very soft, even cautious, expressing both shame for its oversight and deep regret for disturbing the peace of others.
Lu Huaijin thought to himself that even though he had never seen any of Wen Yinhe's films or knew every line of the characters Wen Yinhe had played, he was certain that he could recognize the owner of the voice immediately.
Because it matched its owner's temperament so well, Lu Huaijin could even clearly imagine every expression on Wen Yinhe's face at that moment.
It's strange, they clearly weren't that familiar with each other.
Lu Huaijin did not intend to get to know Wen Yinhe right now.
He is still too insignificant now; it's not a good time to build new relationships.
Moreover, even if they got to know each other, he wouldn't have time to keep in touch.
He couldn't bear to leave such a beautiful woman neglected on his phone.
Lu Huaijin responded with a low groan, his body still hidden in the darkness, showing no enthusiasm whatsoever.
"Thank you." Wen Yinhe breathed a sigh of relief, then quietly gazed at the lush vines before him, waiting for the man to hand him the lighter.
He hadn't removed his makeup yet, and was still only wearing underwear. The bathrobe belt was tied, but only a small part of his chest was exposed, with the bright interior behind him.
He originally planned to smoke a cigarette before going back to remove his makeup, but he forgot to take his lighter.
He barely managed to escape from the people inside and get out briefly. Now that he's going back in, he probably won't be able to get out again.
Wen Yinhe was feeling annoyed when he suddenly heard a man's breathing coming from outside the vines beside him.
The smell of smoke drifted gently on the night breeze.
Wen Yinhe suddenly found a savior and had no choice but to make a request to the man.
However, after agreeing, the other party did not make any further moves.
"Sir...?" Wen Yinhe couldn't help but utter an awkward question.
In the darkness where Wen Yinhe couldn't see, Lu Huaijin, for reasons unknown, silently withdrew his outstretched hand.
He put the lighter back in his pocket, then took out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth, gently parted the thick vines in front of him, leaving only a small gap, and then handed over the burning cigarette.
Wen Yinhe was surprised to receive a cigarette instead of the lighter he had expected.
This is a very beautiful hand, slender and clean, with distinct and smooth joints. The palm is open and facing upwards, with a cigarette held between the long index and middle fingers. The cuffs of the suit shirt are slightly pulled up, revealing a section of fair wrist bone, with a lazy and casual posture.
This is an extremely charming man.
Even though he only saw the hand, Wen Yinhe couldn't help but make such a judgment.
As long as there was fire, Wen Yinhe was not picky. He stretched out his fingers and touched the cigarette butts together.
However, the cigarette butt's flame was sparse, making it difficult to light. Wen Yinhe paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "Excuse me."
He then lowered his head, put the cigarette in his mouth, and gently inhaled, trying to use the airflow to make the cigarette burn more intensely on the other side.
Wen Yinhe is in the light, while Lu Huaijin is in the dark.
Lu Huaijin could see Wen Yinhe, but Wen Yinhe could not see Lu Huaijin's face.
Thus, from Lu Huaijin's perspective—
The handsome man in the bathrobe gently brushed the vines with one hand, while the other hand gathered the faint flame of a cigarette. He had a cigarette in his mouth and lowered his head to bring it close to his fingertips.
A faint breath brushed across my palm, causing a slight itch.
The flames flickered in the darkness with each inhale of the man, the faint light of the two cigarettes illuminating the half of his face that was close to his.
His jawline was delicate and smooth, and his high, straight nose had a deep shadow. The light danced on his thick, drooping eyelashes and cast distinct shadows on his eyelids.
Light seeped in from behind the man, illuminating his long, slender neck and revealing a small patch of his chest beneath his bathrobe as he leaned forward—full and muscular.
It touched it only slightly before quickly withdrawing.
"Thank you." Wen Yinhe politely thanked him in English, gently put down the vines, and disappeared from Lu Huaijin's sight.
Lu Huaijin stood alone in the darkness for a long time, so long that his fingertips were burned by the ash from the nearly burned cigarette, and he was surprised to find that he had been in that position for half a day without moving.
He raised his cigarette, took a deep drag, frowned slightly, and exhaled the smoke listlessly, extinguishing it completely on the railing.
I used to find cigarettes addictive, but now I don't feel anything when I smoke them.
It wasn't even as impactful as the moment that handsome man lowered his eyes.
Lu Huaijin suddenly wondered what it would feel like if that man looked at him seriously.
Four years later, on a riverbank late one night, Lu Huaijin finally truly understood.
As it turns out, there are some people in this world who cannot be easily met in the eye.
Because once their eyes meet, they will be instantly captivated by him, and from then on, they will be deeply in love with him and unable to live without him.
"As soon as your photo was published, I immediately bought the issue of the magazine, and it's still in my collection room. You know, this was the first time in my life I'd ever bought an entertainment magazine. So many of my firsts were with you..."
Lu Huaijin deliberately left the last sentence ambiguous.
After seeing Wen Yinhe's embarrassed and helpless expression with satisfaction, Lu Huaijin smiled and said with a sigh:
"But I'm willing to spend money on you."
The man she fell in love with had such an ability to make people willingly spend money on him, not only him, but also everyone who later went on a buying frenzy for that magazine and that lingerie.
[Holy crap! So you two had been having all sorts of interactions without the movie star's knowledge! Wow, Mr. Lu, you're really good at keeping secrets!]
[Aaaaaaah, this feels so destiny-like! How many times did you two secretly meet before?! Some people are just meant to be together! I really have to believe in fate! QAQ]
[I can't take it anymore! I can't even imagine how lewd it would be for a movie star to be lighting a cigarette while wearing a bathrobe! Mr. Lu, how could you resist?!]
Putting aside the comments section, Wen Yinhe, the person involved, was deeply shocked and didn't know what to say.
Just when he thought that his connection with Lu Huaijin was only on the riverbank seven years ago, Lu Huaijin told him time and time again that they had actually crossed paths in countless unintentional moments.
After a long pause, Wen Yinhe stared at Lu Huaijin, a hint of realization and disappointment in his eyes, and said, "I should have lifted the vines and taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with you."
“No,” Lu Huaijin said jokingly, “Back then I was just a nobody, not as glamorous as I am now. With your perspective back then, you might not have liked it.”
“No, I will definitely like you,” Wen Yinhe looked into Lu Huaijin’s eyes, his eyes full of sincerity and seriousness, and said in a low and clear voice, “No matter what the circumstances, I will definitely fall in love with you. This is a predetermined fact, and no matter how the process of meeting changes, it cannot be changed.”
Lu Huaijin was slightly taken aback, quickly lowered his eyelashes and covered his mouth, feeling a subtle embarrassment.
This is truly bizarre.
He has never had a sense of shame, but he just couldn't stand Wen Yinhe's sincere and innocent demeanor.
The only person in this world who can make him blush is the man in front of him, whom he loves to the point of obsession.
[Hahaha, CEO Lu is shy! So cute! As expected, the best way to deal with someone as lewd as CEO Lu is to use the pure love method!]
[Ahhhh, what romantic words! Imagine there are countless parallel universes in the entire universe, and in each one, the movie star and CEO Lu, although their professions and ages are different, and they might even live in a different era than us, all fall in love in various ways. It's so beautiful, sob sob!]
[The more I listen, the more familiar this sounds... Isn't this exactly the fanfiction we're reading now?! I knew it! Fanfiction is the end of the universe!]
We've covered most of what we've discussed so far, let's continue with the replay.
Although the scene at the Civil Affairs Bureau was somewhat chaotic and dramatic, thankfully the divorce was eventually finalized.
The live chat was filled with congratulations and applause.
Congratulations to the young master on getting rid of that scumbag! [Sprinkling flowers]
Congratulations to Kapibala on shedding his childlike infancy! [Sprinkling flowers]
The moment Xiao Ye and Du Ruopu stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, they suddenly felt a little dazed.
At the entrance, couples who had come to get married were still queuing up in a long line, feeling excited, nervous, and sweet.
Yet, separated by a thin line, they held divorce certificates, bidding farewell to their former lovers who had sworn eternal love.
One awkward thing about the Civil Affairs Bureau is that people coming to get married and people coming to get divorced are together. One is walking into the hall of marriage, while the other is escaping the grave of marriage. It's truly lamentable.
Xiao was the first to come to his senses. Seeing Du Ruopu's dazed and sad appearance, he couldn't help but pat him on the back and said, "Don't look so blank. Divorce is such a joyous occasion. You should be happy."
Then he looked at the staff behind the camera and asked earnestly, "Cameraman, could you please take a picture for us in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
This request was a bit odd. The cameraman was taken aback for a moment, but Xiao Ye's expression was so calm that it would be strange if he didn't agree. So he silently pulled the camera to a suitable angle.
Xiao Ye pulled the still dazed Du Ruopu to stand together in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, each holding a divorce certificate. Xiao Ye even kindly adjusted the height of Du Ruopu's divorce certificate before smiling at the camera and saying, word by word:
"Three, two, one, smile!"
Du Ruopu was stunned for two seconds, then obediently gave an awkward but polite smile.
Since live recordings don't allow for photos, the two maintained their smiles for two seconds before Xiao quickly relaxed his lips and nodded slightly towards the camera:
"Thank you. Could you please trim it for us later? We can print it out and frame it as a souvenir."
Zheng Shuming, who was silently staring at Xiao Ye with a gloomy face, almost had bloodshot eyes.
The comments section was practically bursting with laughter:
[Hahaha, help! What kind of art is this?! Taking wedding photos for a wedding, and divorce photos for a divorce?!]
I've only ever heard of best friends getting married together, never divorced together. (Laughing and crying emoji)
[Oh no! I have a feeling this young master's antics will start a new trend. I've even come up with the tagline for you guys—If you're best friends, get divorced together! Want to take perfect photos after your divorce? Your personal divorce photographer will perfectly capture your most beautiful and free side after the divorce! No sadness about the divorce in your eyes, only the desire for the perfect shots!]
[Enough said, I'm telling my cousin, who's a photographer, to hurry up and seize the opportunity! (Serious face)]
However, freedom is not so easy to come by.
"What? We're already divorced, and we still have to do missions together?" Xiao asked, his face full of disbelief.
The staff member maintained a formulaic smile: "Yes, that's what the contract says."
Du Ruopu hadn't expected to continue working with Shu Bao'er, and an awkward expression inevitably appeared on his face.
Shu Bao'er looked at Du Ruopu with red eyes, secretly relieved, clearly still having feelings for him.
Xiao pointed at Zheng Shuming and said expressionlessly, "I refuse all intimate behavior with him."
Zheng Shuming's jaw twitched, and he almost broke down on the spot.
The staff member quickly replied, "Of course! The two of you are no longer a married couple, so of course you can't play games like before. The production team will make the necessary adjustments, so please don't worry."
Xiao Ye and Du Ruopu both breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Zheng Shuming and Shu Bao'er both looked very unpleasant.
The only reason the production team could make adjustments so quickly is that they had prepared countless plans before the show even started.
What does this mean? They haven't even started recording yet, and they're already cursing them to get divorced?
The production team doesn't care what they imagine.
Next, the production team gave each pair of guests a mobile phone and made up a random excuse to have them do tasks with their phones.
It is well known that Chinese people cannot live without mobile phones; without them, they would find it difficult to move an inch and would inevitably lose control of their emotions.
Soon, the "thief" arranged by the production team stole Zheng Shuming's phone.
Xiao also learned that his phone had been stolen. He didn't express any opinion about Zheng Shuming, nor did he show any emotional fluctuation. He went directly to ask the production team how much the phone cost and offered to pay for it.
Little did he know that this action touched upon Zheng Shuming's sensitive and fragile pride, which instantly triggered a frenzy and a breakdown. With bloodshot eyes, he stammered incoherently:
"Do you look down on me? I know... Although you haven't said it, I've always known. You've looked down on me since I was a child. From the first time you saw me, you never took me seriously. In your heart, I'm nothing more than a lowly person, a piece of trash that you can throw away at any time. You can pick me up and throw me back at any time! Your whole family looks down on me! You've never treated me like a human being!"
Xiao was completely stunned. The next moment, all the hairs on his body stood on end, and he finally couldn't hold back and swore:
"Damn, are you crazy? I was only five when I first met you! Am I a child prodigy? You think I'd give you attitude at five? Are you alright? What's wrong with my naturally arrogant face? Is it an eyesore for you that I'm good-looking? And you're accusing me of appearance discrimination! Also, do you have paranoia? If you keep acting like this, I'm really going to call the police! Go get your brain checked after this show!"
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