Chapter 43

Since they separated in the bar last time, Chu Zizhe has become very depressed, immersed in the pain of a broken heart.

He thinks of Xia Yan in class, when he eats, and when he sleeps, but when he turns on his phone, he hears people praising Xia Yan and Tu Xi's beautiful love everywhere.

"..."

Chu Zizhe gritted his teeth and made a small man, cursing the two of them to break up quickly.

He didn't dare to look at Weibo anymore, and uninstalled all social software, planning to think of ways to continue pursuing people after his mood calmed down. Anyway... giving up is impossible.

Who knew that when he woke up in the morning, the world had changed. From the whispers of his classmates, he learned that Tu Xi was exposed as a stalker.

Chu Zizhe's first thought was not happiness, but anxiety.

Oh no, Yanyan wouldn't think he did it, would he?

He held the phone in his hands, his expression changing again and again. After an unknown amount of time, he finally mustered up the courage, entered the phone number he got from the detective, and called carefully.

Just, just an explanation?

It should be fine.

Afraid that Xia Yan would hang up the phone, Chu Zize spoke out in one breath. He was like a death row inmate waiting for trial, holding his breath and letting the young man pass judgment on him.

Through the cold machine, the young man's voice also carried a bit of indifference and coldness.

"Well, I get it."

Chu Zize was a little confused. Is this believing? Or not believing?

Damn! Which bastard exposed it?

He still remembered the young man's finger temperature and lazy voice when he was at Zhao Wenxu's house, just like a tipsy afternoon in autumn, which made people feel warm.

The contrast between the past and the present made him unacceptable.

Chu Zizhe gritted his teeth and said with grief and indignation: "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely find out the bastard who spread the news."

After that, he hung up the phone immediately without wanting to hear the young man's refusal.

Xia Yan: "???"

looked confused.

"What's wrong?" Tu Xi scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to his lips to cool it, and naturally sent it to Xia Yan's lips, gently touching his lips with the edge of the spoon.

The young man subconsciously opened his mouth, and the warm and fresh porridge slid down his throat into his stomach.

"?"

Wait! Tu Xi used this spoon.

He suddenly widened his eyes, looked at Tu Xi, then looked at the spoon, and after holding it in for a long time, he couldn't help but said: "I can do it myself, don't bother you."

Tu Xi looked innocent: "Okay."

After calming down, Xia Yan repeated what Chu Zize said: "I also think the murderer doesn't look like him, but who else knows about this except us?"

"It doesn't matter."

"That's right."

Xia Yan didn't think much about it.

The two stayed in the hotel until the afternoon. During this time, Xia Yan had to deal with Wang Dazhuang, listening to him talking at length on WeChat, scolding Tu Xi like writing a short essay.

He should be thankful that the other party knew that he was with Tu Xi, otherwise his phone would be bombarded now.

Xia Yan moved his fingers: [You advised me to be very nice to Tu Xi before. ]

[Bullshit! 】Wang Dazhuang:【If I knew he was such a person, I would only advise you to dump him as soon as possible. This TM is no longer an ordinary person. 】

【It is because he is not a normal person that he can tolerate me flirting with Zhao Wenhan during the live broadcast? 】

Wang Dazhuang was speechless:【……】

【Calm down, it's no big deal. 】

【Yan! 】Wang Dazhuang thought again and again, and he pulled out five or six strands of his sparse hair. 【We can't have a love brain. A healthy and positive love is the right way to open it. Deliberately flirting just to attract the attention of your partner is wrong. 】

【……】

【Or I'll hire a psychologist for you, and we can go and talk. 】

Xia Yan pursed his lips, almost daring to imagine his current reputation: 【Wang Dazhuang, I'll give you a chance to organize your language. 】

Wang Dazhuang: [The psychiatrist is my old classmate. He is very confidential and will never be discovered. ]

[……]Forget it. I can’t fire my agent who is in the same boat with me. Xia Yan sighed quietly and changed the subject. [Tu Xi found a new resource for me, Ayrton’s global endorsement. You go talk to his agent. ]

When it comes to business, Wang Dazhuang is still very reliable.

[Okay, got it. ]

A little after two o’clock in the afternoon, the hotel sent two people’s washed clothes.

Tu Xi went downstairs to check out. Xia Yan called an online taxi. The two of them rushed to the villa where "Heartbeat" was filmed and received a lot of obscure looks.

Obviously, they all knew about what happened on the Internet.

The director rubbed his hands, his eyes sparkling: "Xia Yan, Tu Xi, you two are back. You didn't come to the live broadcast of eight people yesterday. Do you want to make up for it today?"

The traffic of Xia Yan and Tu Xi is more than the total of the other six people.

The director naturally didn't want to give up.

But to be honest, the exposure rate of the two of them has been too high recently. If they continue to be exposed, it will be annoying. It's better to be quiet for a while.

"Sorry, director." Xia Yan politely refused.

The director persuaded them a few more times, but seeing that they were determined not to live broadcast, there was no way, so he could only let them go.

Finally, he said hello to the few people in the villa, and everyone said goodbye in turn. Song Xueyang was the most lively, saying that if the two of them went to Magic City, they could find her and she would treat them to dinner.

The movie king and his wife have always been the most tolerant in the variety show, looking at everyone as a junior.

Wei Junhao... um, I can't see through him.

With a height of nearly 1.9 meters and a stinky cool face, Xia Yan felt that he should not be liked by him, so when he heard him say that he could ask him for help in the future, he was completely stunned.

[System, I remember that Wei Junhao hates me, right?]

The system said uncertainly: [It seems so.]

[So he is now...]

[It doesn't matter. You won't have any contact in the future anyway.]

[That's right.] Xia Yan nodded in his heart.

As for the last female guest, since they had only known each other for a short time and she was rather shy, they didn't interact much. They said a few polite words and said goodbye.

In the next few days, Xia Yan didn't have any work. He just lay around at home, relaxed and happy.

The online news about him and Tu Xi gradually died down, and the latest hot topic became Fang Xihua's sentencing. Although Fang Xihua was already a thing of the past for Xia Yan, for Fang Xihua himself, hell had just begun.

Because of the huge amount of fraud and the abominable circumstances, he was sentenced to twelve years in prison and all his property was confiscated.

In this fast-paced era, twelve years is enough to ruin a person's life. Fang Xihua, wearing a prison uniform, looks haggard and greasy, no longer the pretty and lovely boy she used to be.

If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?

As the National Day approaches, Xia Yan and Tu Xi boarded a plane to France to shoot Ayrton's high-end series. With the experience of the last shoot, Xia Yan was more relaxed this time, and the two sides got along very happily.

The advertisement was released before the end of the National Day, and the streets were filled with billboards of Xia Yan and Tu Xi.

One is elegant and gentle, the other is arrogant and gorgeous.

Think about the deeds of the two people again.

Super exciting!!!

Buy it!!!

Although he does not have any representative works, Xia Yan has two high-end endorsements, one of which is a global spokesperson. Many celebrities in the circle are jealous, but they have to admit that he is indeed worthy of the endorsement in terms of appearance and temperament.

In addition to endorsements, many scripts and variety show invitations were handed to him.

However, Xia Yan turned them all down.

As soon as he returned to China, Xia Yan hurriedly urged Tu Xi to join the filming of the movie.

Tu Xi: "...Baby, don't you miss me?"

"I miss my actor boyfriend." Xia Yan had no expression on his face.

"Then..." Tu Xi said in a joking tone: "If I win the Best Actor Award, can you marry me?" As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the young man's embarrassment in his peripheral vision, sighed in his heart, and changed his words: "Just kidding, before getting married, we should get engaged first." "

..."

Tu Xi held his hand and stroked the silver ring: "Then it's settled, I will join the crew the day after tomorrow to shoot, and when I win the Best Actor Award, we will get engaged."

Xia Yan, who wanted to refuse at first, nodded immediately when he heard that he would join the crew the day after tomorrow: "Okay."

If it's just an engagement, it's okay, right?

Tu Xi found that since the two of them had a relationship, Xia Yan had been avoiding him a little, and had been urging him to join the crew to shoot, probably because that night was too stimulating for him.

It's a good opportunity to leave for a few days and give the young man a chance to catch his breath.

*

In the early morning, the dark clouds in the sky pressed down heavily, and the hazy rain fell on the transparent windows.

Xia Yan was lying in the living room, with the curtains half drawn. The projector was playing old movies. The picture quality was a bit rough. He watched it intermittently and entered the retirement life ahead of time.

What should be done has been done. Now all he has to do is wait for Tu Xi to become the best actor.

Ding!

Suddenly, the piercing ring of the mobile phone broke the silence in the room.

The young man turned down the volume of the projector and pressed the answer button: "Hello."

"Yanyan, it's me." Chu Zizhe's voice came through the microphone, his voice was urgent and he said angrily: "I have found the person who spread the rumor about Tu Xi."

"Ah?" Xia Yan came back to his senses. He was also a little curious about the "murderer". "Who is it?"

"Zhao Wenhan."

As soon as this name came out, Xia Yan was a little confused. In his memory, Zhao Wenhan was a well-behaved, obedient, crying and spoiled young master. How could he have the courage to do such a thing?

"He used the Zhao family's connections, so I investigated for so long before I found out about this." Chu Zizhe's family also has power and influence, but his influence is abroad, and naturally he cannot compare with the Zhao family in China.

If it wasn't the first time that Zhao Wenhan did this and his technique was a little clumsy, revealing his true colors, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to find out anything.

Xia Yan was puzzled: "Why did Zhao Wenhan know about this?"

Chu Zizhe speculated from the most vicious angle: "Then you have to ask Zhao Wenxu. Maybe he was jealous of Tu Xi and deliberately exposed this matter to use his own brother as a gun."

"..." Not really.

After their previous interactions, Xia Yan had some understanding of Zhao Wenxu. His love for his brother was definitely not fake. But the matter was over, and he had no contact with the Zhao brothers. There was no need to get entangled with them over this matter.

Xia Yan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I get it, goodbye."

"Wait!" Chu Zizhe hurriedly shouted: "Yanyan, you, don't you have anything else to say?

"? "What could they say to each other?

The sudden silence explained everything.

Chu Zizhe opened and closed his mouth. He had countless words in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything. He took a deep breath and spoke in a tone as calm as possible: "It's getting late, I still have to go to class, goodbye." "

Okay. "

Beep -

a dead tone came from the microphone. Chu Zize was stunned for a moment, threw the phone aside, and lay decadently on the bed, looking at the snow-white ceiling, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

This farewell... is decent enough.

As soon as he hung up Curly's phone, Zhao Wenxu's number appeared on the screen. Xia Yan didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore, so he just hung up.

But the man was very perseverant and kept calling.

[Can you block me?]

System: [...After all, he is the protagonist.]

What if something happens later...

Xia Yan sighed deeply and answered the phone helplessly.

"Sorry to bother you." Compared with before, Zhao Wenxu's voice was a little more hoarse and depressed, "There is something about my brother that I want to tell you. "

As soon as he opened his mouth, Xia Yan knew what he was going to say.

"If you mean that Zhao Wenhan asked the media to expose the fact that Tu Xi was following me, then I already knew that."

Zhao Wenxu was silent for a moment: "Chu Zize told you."

"Yeah."

"You were talking to him on the phone just now."

"Yeah."

"Although it may be a little late, I still want to say sorry to you. And my brother..."

A dull rustling sound came from the other side of the microphone. After about ten seconds, Zhao Wenhan's voice appeared in the young man's ears. He said, "Brother Xia Yan, I'm sorry, wuwuwu."

Zhao Wenhan was still a crybaby, and he was sobbing with a hoarse voice: "I thought you didn't know about Tu Xi, and I was afraid that you would be deceived..." After a pause, he didn't say the word "jealousy": "So I exposed the matter."

This matter really has to be discussed from the right and wrong.

It was a complete mess.

It was true that Tu Xi followed him, and he was wrong. Zhao Wenhan was also wrong to expose this matter and even bought a hot search to deliberately guide netizens to cyberbully Tu Xi.

Xia Yan rubbed his temples: "Forget it, it's all in the past."

The young man's voice was very calm, without anger or resentment, but the more so, the more afraid Zhao Wenhan was, with a fear that he couldn't catch him and was about to lose him completely.

"Brother Xia Yan!!!" Zhao Wenhan shouted, "Can we meet? I have an apology gift that I want to give to you."

"No need."

"Please, Brother Xia Yan." Zhao Wenhan persisted, sobbing louder and louder, as if he would cry until he fainted if the young man didn't agree.

From Tu Xi's filming, to the movie's release, to winning the Best Actor award.

The whole process takes at least one year.

The plot of 'Xia Yan' has been completed, but the plot of the two protagonists is still going on. What if a task related to the protagonist is refreshed in the middle?

So in a way, Xia Yan didn't want to make things too awkward with the Zhao brothers.

It's good to maintain an ordinary friendship.

After hesitating for a moment, Xia Yan finally agreed to Zhao Wenhan's request.

The place they agreed to was a highly enclosed teahouse. Once the door of the private room was locked, the room was peaceful and quiet, with only a faint scent of tea lingering around people's noses.

When Xia Yan arrived, the brothers Zhao Wenhan and Zhao Wenxu were already sitting on chairs waiting for him.

Zhao Wenxu still looked like a mature and steady boss, but his messy hair made him look decadent and ruined his original temperament.

Zhao Wenhan's eyes were red, and he shivered like a little rabbit.

It was totally unexpected that he was the one who exposed the black material.

"Brother Xia Yan, you are here." Zhao Wenhan used to happily rush over to Xia Yan when he saw him, but today he was particularly reserved, "I'll pour you some tea."

The porcelain white teacup and the large oolong tea slowly opened the leaves.

The tea fragrance mixed with a slight sweetness was soft and sweet.

Xia Yan scanned the private room. The irrelevant people had been cleared out. There were only three of them. Zhao Wenxu was holding a folder in his hand, and behind Zhao Wenhan was a half-meter-long cloth-wrapped thing. No one knew what it was.

Xia Yan took a sip of tea: "You should apologize to Tu Xi, not me."

"..." Zhao Wenhan bit his lower lip, and there was a little mist in his eyes. He was asked to bow to his rival in love? Impossible, he forced a smile, "Brother Xia Yan, this is a gift from me and my brother. Open it and have a look."

The folder was not thick, and there were more than a dozen papers in it.

There were a lot of professional terms, mixed with some words that Xia Yan couldn't understand. He read to the end with doubt. After a full minute, he said in disbelief: "You want to give me 1% of the shares of Zhao's family?"

That's the Zhao family. 1% of the shares is worth 300 million US dollars.

Converted into RMB, that's 2.1 billion.

In the future, he doesn't have to do anything, just sleep at home and eat the dividends, which are enough for him to live for a lifetime.

Is the Zhao family a sucker?

"My brother and I are both very sorry about what happened this time." Zhao Wenxu lowered his head. "To express our apologies, he and I will each give you 0.5 shares as a gift of apology."

Xia Yan tried to hold back, but still couldn't help it and broke his character: "Are you all right?"

"Brother Xia Yan, are you worried about us?" Zhao Wenhan held his face with both hands and showed a timid smile, "I'm so happy."

Giving money and still feeling happy? There's no hope.

Xia Yan's mouth twitched: "You don't have to give me shares, you didn't do anything wrong to me."

"It's okay, Brother Xia Yan." Zhao Wenhan came over, opened the pen, and stuffed it into the young man's hand with a firm attitude, "You just need to sign here, and my brother will take care of the rest. More than 2 billion, do you really not want it, brother?"

This is really... a very big temptation.

But what's the point of keeping this money for Xia Yan, who is leaving sooner or later?

"Okay, I said I don't want it anymore." The young man threw the pen on the table and pretended to be impatient. "If that's all you want to say, then I'm leaving."

His attitude was very firm and he would not tolerate any disobedience.

The two of them were slightly stunned, looked at each other without leaving any trace, and tacitly chose to give up.

"Then I hope Yanyan can accept this gift." Zhao Wenhan pointed to the rectangular object behind him, and a layer of light red appeared on his face. "This is a painting I drew, not a valuable item."

"..."

"Brother Xia Yan, you refused it before, so can't you accept this one too?"

Zhao Wenhan is a rising painter recently. The value of a painting is about 300,000 or 400,000 yuan, which is a bargain considering their net worth.

After hesitating for a moment, Xia Yan nodded.

Zhao Wenhan couldn't help but smile widely.

The matter was settled, Xia Yan stood up to say goodbye, Zhao Wenxu took the initiative to help him put the painting in the trunk, and the two brothers watched the young man's car drive away in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wenhan's eyes rose with deep resentment: "I didn't keep him."

"..."

Zhao Wenxu didn't say anything, he was always silent. Zhao Wenhan didn't care either, he knew that his brother was in the same mood as him at this moment.

If Xia Yan signed his name and got the shares.

After that, they would have an excuse to approach him with a righteous attitude.

It's a pity...

But it doesn't matter, there will always be opportunities in the future.

The imperial capital is always congested, even if it's not dinner time, you will still be stuck in the middle of the road. When Xia Yan returned home, it was already evening.

He had just sat down when he received a video call from Tu Xi.

Ever since Tu Xi went out of town to film, the only way for the two to contact each other was through mobile phones. On weekdays, Xia Yan always wears pajamas when he is alone at home.

Seeing that he was dressed neatly, Tu Xi said, "You went out."

"Yeah."

Since Tu Xi's hiring of detectives was exposed, he consciously asked Huang Jiancheng to leave. Without "surveillance", Tu Xi felt a little uneasy and would make video calls whenever he had time.

In order to prevent him from sneaking back and delaying the filming, Xia Yan thought about it and told him everything from beginning to end.

"So that's how it is." Tu Xi nodded and said casually, "I thought it would be my parents. Now think about it, it's not right. They both value face the most and would never do anything to expose my shortcomings."

Xia Yan had been loved by his parents all his life. When

he encountered an unfortunate family, he didn't know how to comfort them.

Fortunately, Tu Xi only mentioned it casually. The couple could no longer stir up any waves in his heart. Under his suppression, they could only be furious.

Tu Xi changed the subject: "Is the thing behind you a gift from Zhao Wenhan? Can I see it?"

It's just a painting, nothing wrong with it.

Xia Yan set up his mobile phone, untied the rope, and pulled open the velvet cloth.

A large amount of black was used on the oil painting, deep and shallow, and in the center of the picture, the only halo, the young man was holding a bunch of flowers in his hands, with a smile on his lips, gentle and affectionate.

The love of the painter is all placed in the picture, blowing in his face.

Xia Yan: "..."

Tu Xi: "...I'm jealous."

"I didn't know...it would be like this."

"I want to see you."

"Stop making trouble and focus on filming."

"Then throw the painting..." away. Tu Xi suppressed her jealousy and changed her words, "Put it in the pile of junk and never open it again."

Tu Xi knew that with Xia Yan's personality, he would not trample on gifts given to him by others, so she simply didn't want to embarrass him and changed her words.

No matter how jealous Zhao Wenhan was, Yanyan would only be his.

Xia Yan had no interest in Zhao Wenhan. He wanted to appease Tu Xi and let him focus on filming, so he agreed neatly: "Okay."

After that, the two talked for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Time passed like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of October.

As the winter chill came, Xia Yan liked to stay at home more and more. He watched movies one after another on the projector. On this ordinary day,

the system panel suddenly appeared again.

It was still the unknown red light.

[Side quest: Save Zhao Wenxu from the fire.

(One of the important pillar quests of the world. If it cannot be completed, this small world will collapse on its own)]