Chapter 72 Harsh Intimacy
An Shigou, a long-time Weibo user, posted a group photo with the caption "[A little marketing stunt]", which immediately went viral and sparked a huge discussion. Besides the "Star Trio," Song Xueyan was also in the photo, her beauty practically off the charts.
Is that my wife, Song Xueyan, on the far right? Has she been kidnapped? My wife has been in the industry for so long, and she's never taken a photo with anyone outside of work hours!
[Was this the dinner party hosted by producer Jiang Han? Song Antang and Xiao Fu are both from the "Dangerous Situation" crew, how did Xiao Fu get in?]
[Xiao Fu is a family member! She went in with two men. (doge emoji)]
[All the wives are so beautiful! I wish Xiao Fu could also act in "Dangerous Situation." Are there any cannon fodder roles where someone gets arrested and forced to write a self-criticism because of their sharp tongue? He could get a chance!]
[No, no, I think Xiao Fu is really perfect for a killer villain role, the kind that's beautiful yet ruthless, waaaaah, my XP (fangirl/fanboy) is exploding!]
...
What is XP?
Fu Yanle scratched his head in confusion; this wasn't the first time he'd seen those two letters in the comments section. Driven by curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, Fu Yanle instructed An Shigou, "Gou, open your browser and look up what those two letters mean."
An Shigou retorted, "Don't you have your own phone?"
“I was video chatting on the way here, and it’s still plugged into the power bank. Besides, it’s just a small favor for you,” Fu Yanle nudged him, “Hurry up!”
“No need to check, I know.” Tang Wanbai revealed a mysterious smile. “The so-called XP is an abbreviation for sexual/fetish, which means certain orientations and preferences in that area.”
Fu Yanle rolled his eyes upon hearing this, realizing he shouldn't have had any expectations of these ruthless women.
"Share this right now!" An Shigou said. "Get your business attitude straight!"
"Oh!" Fu Yanle finally took out his phone and forwarded the Weibo post, captioning it: 【Embracing both arms (Wow!)】
Soon, An Shigou and Tang Wanbai enthusiastically gave him a thumbs up.
Fu Yanle searched for Song Xueyan and found that her Weibo account was truly dormant, with nothing but drama promotions. Nevertheless, Fu Yanle followed her and found her comment section quite lively when she logged out.
[Xiao Fu, do you think Song's wife is beautiful? Would you forget your old love for a new one?]
[Xiao Fu, you and Song's wife are practically touching heads, does he smell good?]
[Xiao Fu, you and Song's wife are such a good match in terms of looks, and your personalities are so contrasting – one fiery, one icy. Could you two star in a romance drama together? The kind where you're all entangled in a physical relationship.]
[Little Fu, you're a tiny bit shorter than Song's wife, so you'll have to be the bottom (0) with tears in your eyes. Heaven has already decided on the couple's name: Yanle!]
[Ahhh, Fu, Song Xueyan followed you back! He only follows Director Fang Zhouji on Weibo, it's a mutual love story!]
[Tonight I'm editing the first video of the Yanle couple. The face masks Xiao Fu sent have arrived, hahaha, I'm back to work!]
[Ah, I'm so envious of you ladies! Mine hasn't even shipped yet, sob sob.]
[Damn it, Versailles ahead, get out of here! I didn't get a single one!]
...
Fu Yanle felt two vicious gazes directed at him from An Shigou and Tang Wanbai, the jealousy and envy in them almost killing him. But was he really shorter than Song Xueyan?
Fu Yanle put his phone back in his pocket, carefully moved to Song Xueyan's side, his toes level with Song Xueyan's, straightened his chest and raised his head, and glanced to the side: This... is about the same!
His subtle movements did not escape Song Xueyan's notice. Song Xueyan put down her phone and said, "There are a lot of posts about your on-screen couple online. Won't Yu Jingchen mind?"
“Of course he would mind, that’s only natural, but that’s all he cares about.” Fu Yanle called over a waiter and brought him a glass of fruit wine. “He respects me a lot and won’t interfere with my personal social life. He also hopes that I can make more friends.”
Song Xueyan nodded and said, "His love is mature and generous. After all, he must be a person with a strong desire for control and possession."
Fu Yanle wholeheartedly agreed and was about to shower Yu Jingchen with compliments when he heard someone call his name from behind.
"Yanle." Meng Xinqiu walked over with a wine glass in hand and politely shook hands with Song Xueyan. "Teacher Song, it's been a long time."
Song Xueyan said, "Teacher Meng."
Meng Xinqiu glanced at Fu Yanle, who had a cold expression, and thought to himself: Just a second ago he was smiling so happily at Song Xueyan... He suppressed his jealousy and dissatisfaction and said with a normal expression, "I didn't expect that Teacher Song and Yanle would also know each other."
Song Xueyan reached out and ruffled Fu Yanle's hair, then gave Meng Xinqiu a cold smile and said, "I'm not familiar with Teacher Meng, and Yanle and Teacher Meng don't seem to know each other well either, so it's normal that Teacher Meng doesn't know about my relationship with Yanle."
Huh, so impolite? Fu Yanle rolled his eyes and thought to himself: A strange aura of aggression is spreading towards me!
Meng Xinqiu sensed a hint of provocation and smiled, saying, "Really? We met when we were freshmen at Yanle University; he was my classmate."
"I see. I've never heard Yanle mention this before." Song Xueyan glanced at Fu Yanle, who was frantically sending real-time comments in her mind. "We've known each other for five years, and Teacher Meng still hasn't learned to respect Yanle's feelings and temperament. It seems that your relationship with Yanle is destined to only remain that of schoolmates."
Wow! Fu Yanle exclaimed: I love this direct sarcasm!
Meng Xinqiu's smile vanished, and she said in a deep voice, "Teacher Song's words are truly harsh."
Song Xueyan said calmly, "Just telling the truth."
There was still a thin layer of fruit wine left in Fu Yanle's wine glass. Song Xueyan reached out and took it, gently placing it in the hand of a passing waiter.
"The taste is so-so, and it makes me feel bloated. Is this fruit beer?" Fu Yanle commented softly, afraid that the host would hear him.
Song Xueyan said, "Then you had another drink?"
"I had nothing else to do, so I drank it without thinking," Fu Yanle said, pursing his lips. Yu Jingchen had told him not to get drunk, but the wine was so awful that he couldn't get drunk even if he wanted to.
The naturalness and intimacy between the two stung Meng Xinqiu's eyes, and he felt an indescribable bitterness and a huge sense of loss.
"Xin Qiu".
The visitor shook hands with Song Xueyan and Fu Yanle, and said to Meng Xinqiu, "Do you have time? Director Wang wants to talk to you about a collaboration."
“Okay.” Meng Xinqiu glanced at Fu Yanle, who was examining Song Xueyan’s cufflinks. He took a breath, turned around, and left with the others.
Fu Yanle immediately said to Song Xueyan, "Brother Xueyan, thank you. I'm so annoyed by them."
"He made a fool of himself, so don't blame me for being blunt." Song Xueyan suddenly remembered something, "But doesn't Meng Xinqiu like Lin Qingtong?"
Fu Yanle was shocked. "Brother, you love gossip too?"
“When we were filming, the girls in the crew loved to gossip about the industry, especially about love and relationships, and they talked about it in great detail. I’ve heard it more than once or twice,” Song Xueyan said. “I also want to forget about these little gossips.”
Fu Yanle said with a grin, "Oh, listening to gossip can also help you relax."
An Shigou and Tang Wanbai were squatting together, engrossed in their phones and studying some mysterious content, showing no intention of socializing. Fu Yanle stretched and said, "I'm going to the restroom. I'll come find you later."
Song Xueyan nodded and said, "Go up to the second floor, turn left, and walk to the end to find the men's restroom."
"Okay." Fu Yanle walked around the pillar and went up to the second floor.
An Shigou seized the opportunity, immediately stood up, straightened his clothes on the spot, practiced "how to smile gently and cutely" in front of the phone camera, and then went up to Song Xueyan to talk, "Teacher Song, where did Le go?"
Tang Wanbai trembled with fright at the "ya" and the small trailing sound that followed.
“He went to the restroom.” Song Xueyan looked up and saw Fang Zhouji waving at her, so she turned her head and said, “The main cast must be taking a group photo, let’s go over.”
"Okay, okay." An Shigou followed Song Xueyan around excitedly.
Tang Wanbai: "..." Young man, you're way too flamboyant!
He was playing a supporting role, not even a main one. Seeing this, he said, "You guys go take pictures. I'll go upstairs to find Yan Le, and we'll come find you together later!"
An Shigou waved his hand and left with Song Xueyan without looking back.
"I've forgotten my friends for the sake of my lover." Tang Wanbai sighed and turned to walk upstairs.
For convenience, men's and women's restrooms were located at opposite ends of the second floor, while the restrooms had their own individual restrooms. Tang Wanbai first checked out the men's restroom and gave the code signal: "Goose!"
"..." No one paid any attention.
Tang Wanbai said, "Yanle!"
"..." That's ridiculous.
"Could he have gone to the lounge?" Tang Wanbai took out her phone and called Fu Yanle, but the call rang for a long time without being answered.
"That doesn't make sense. Doesn't Yanle have to play some kind of puzzle-solving game even when he's on the toilet?"
Tang Wanbai frowned and made another call. A moment later, the call was finally answered. Tang Wanbai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yan—"
"Beep beep!"
If this call had disturbed Yanle, she would have hung up immediately instead of waiting so long to answer and then hanging up a second after it connected.
Tang Wanbai froze for a few seconds, then suddenly turned and ran downstairs.
Something's happened!
*
A few minutes ago.
Fu Yanle hummed a little tune as he walked toward the restroom. After passing through several rooms, the door of the room closest to the public restroom was suddenly opened, and a hand reached out and pulled him into the room.
The instant the door closed, Fu Yanle punched the man in the face, then without hesitation kicked him in the stomach. He didn't want to be distracted by who the man was; he turned and went to turn the lock.
A whooshing sound came from behind, and Fu Yanle felt a chill on the back of his neck, instinctively dodging. The next second, a wine glass smashed against the door, shattering into pieces, shards flying everywhere, grazing Fu Yanle's arm that was shielding his face.
"Don't run, Yanle, I don't want to hurt you." Su Fengyao put down the wine bottle in her hand, raised her hands to Fu Yanle, and pleaded in a surrender-like manner, "I just want to talk to you."
Su Fengyao's face still had bruises, making him look like a dejected and madman.
Fu Yanle retorted, "I don't want to kick a man when he's down. Step back and let me go. I can let bygones be bygones for what happened today."
“…Yanle.” Su Fengyao forced a sarcastic smile, then sighed, “Your vengeful nature, Fu Yanle, is well-known in the industry. If I let you go today, I won’t be able to stay in Nancheng tomorrow. Do you think I’ll believe you?”
"So what?" Fu Yanle sneered, his tone nonchalant. "You want to kill me? Do you dare?"
Author's Note:
Let's solve problem ① first.
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