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A strong gust of wind swept by, causing the hood of the hoodie to fall back, revealing the boy’s flamboyant and messy pink hair in the darkness.

The sight stunned him for a few seconds.

Mu Ye slowly lowered his gaze and glanced over the boy’s face from above. He looked like a teenager, probably only seventeen or eighteen years old, and was quite drunk. His fair cheeks and neck were all flushed.

The boy’s arrogant speech and deceptive appearance, which had a strong contrast with his personality…

Mu Ye recognized him as a well-known fan of his, and raised an eyebrow.

He realized he had just heard something.

Mu Ye’s lips slowly tightened.

He looked at the drunken face of the little fan and hesitated to ask, “What did you say?”

The voice seemed to be transmitted through water.

The world began to spin.

Song Jianchu struggled to open his heavy eyelids and raised a finger unsteadily. “One day… one hundred million.”

“Next sentence.”

Song Jianchu frowned and tried to remember for a few seconds, his eyes slightly confused. “Date me.”

The rooftop fell into silence again.

Unable to hold on any longer, Song Jianchu closed his eyes heavily.

He distinctly felt a gaze sweep over him from the opposite direction, slowly taking him in from head to toe. The penetrating feeling was particularly strong.

In the last moment before his memory blanked out.

Song Jianchu heard a low laugh that seemed to be released with a breath.

The deep and gentle voice was slow and teasingly ambiguous.

“Alright then.”

The next day.

After having a bizarre dream all night, Song Jianchu woke up startled on the KingSize bed.

His heart was still pounding in his ears.

Song Jianchu’s pupils trembled for two seconds, and he sat up suddenly, looking around.

It was his bedroom.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Song Jianchu grabbed his messy hair.

Damn…

It was all because Yin Chi had talked to him about this and that last night, and now he dreamed about it.

His stomach suddenly churned, and Song Jianchu frowned and pursed his lips, throwing off the covers and rushing into the bathroom.

At eighteen years old, Song Jianchu experienced the fear of being controlled by a hangover for the first time.

Kneeling by the toilet, Song Jianchu half-heartedly pressed the flush button.

“If I drink again, I’m an idiot…”

He clearly felt a gaze sweep over him from the opposite direction, slowly scrutinizing him from head to toe, with an unusually strong penetrating feeling.

The last moment before his memory cutoff.

Song Jianchu heard a low laugh that exhaled from someone’s breath.

The deep and gentle voice was slow, with a bit of playful ambiguity.

“Okay.”

The next day.

After having a strange dream all night, Song Jianchu woke up in the KingSize bed.

His heart was still pounding in his ears.

Song Jianchu’s pupils shook for two seconds, and he sat up suddenly to look around.

It was his bedroom.

Relieved, Song Jianchu grabbed his messy hair and cursed.

Damn it…

It was all because Yin Chi said some nonsense to him last night, and he dreamed about it.

His stomach suddenly churned, and Song Jianchu frowned and bit his lip, then rushed into the bathroom.

Having lived for eighteen years, Song Jianchu experienced the fear of being dominated by a hangover for the first time.

Song Jianchu knelt beside the toilet, half-dead, and pressed the flush button with his hand.

“If I drink again, I’m an idiot…”

“They can all speak adult words now,” Yin Chi walked in and handed him a glass of warm water, teasing him, “Little kid, welcome to the adult world.”

Taking the water and rinsing his mouth, Song Jianchu came back to life a bit.

He hesitated and looked up, then frowned when he saw the person in front of him, “What are you doing here?”

The look of doubt in his brother’s eyes, as well as the undisguised contempt, hurt his feelings very much.

After a moment of silence, Yin Chi gritted his teeth and smiled, “I should have given you a shared bicycle and thrown it by the roadside.”

Song Jianchu didn’t remember much about last night, so he withdrew his gaze and struggled to get up, “Did you take me back?”

“Yes, young master, did your male god disappoint you?” Yin Chi helped the precious young master up and calmly said, “We haven’t fought for so many years, I have a really good temper.”

His brain was still sluggish, and Song Jianchu didn’t hear the subtle meaning behind his words.

After tucking him back into bed, Yin Chi tested Song Jianchu’s temperature with the back of his finger.

He didn’t have a fever.

Knowing that this kid hated having his face touched by others, Yin Chi quickly withdrew his hand before Song Jianchu frowned on the bed.

Yin Chi picked up the jacket on the sofa and gave instructions to the bed like an old father, “Your influence is too great, it’s hard to remove from the hot search than others, it was only removed last night. I ordered some porridge for you, it’s in the kitchen. If you wake up, heat it up yourself. If you still feel uncomfortable, call me.”

Song Jianchu was so uncomfortable that he couldn’t open his eyes, and he mumbled, “Okay, thanks.”

Yin Chi stood there for a while, let out a sigh, and said softly, “If there’s anything that upsets you in the future, let’s do something else instead. With your constitution, it’s best not to drown your sorrows in alcohol like others do.”

Song Jianchu buried his face in the blankets and hoarsely replied, “Don’t dream. No one can control Dad’s mood.”

Yin Chi laughed, “That’s even better.”

Before leaving, Yin Chi remembered something and held onto the doorknob to give one last piece of advice, “When you wake up, don’t forget to reply to your idol’s WeChat message. It’s hard to get added, so don’t be afraid. It’s not embarrassing to have a crush at your age.”

Song Jianchu muttered a response in a sulky tone.

Half asleep, he didn’t quite catch everything.

It wasn’t until the door clicked shut that Song Jianchu squinted and recalled Yin Chi’s words, feeling that something was off.

Reply to a WeChat message?

…What WeChat message?

Song Jianchu reached for his phone on the pillow, puzzled.

Sure enough, there was a notification for a new WeChat message on the screen.

His finger hesitated for a moment before tapping it.

It was an unedited friend request message:

【I am MY】

Unconsciously, Song Jianchu sat up and stared at those two simple capital letters.

His heart inexplicably skipped a beat twice.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Jianchu clicked into the other person’s Moments.

The owner of the account was very casual and had not set any privacy protection. Even if you were not a friend, you could still see all the Moments.

There were only a few Moments, mostly photos of drinking with friends, along with simple captions.

The captions were also quite simple: “Quitting drinking,” “Last drink,” “Let’s meet again,” “Clearing inventory”…

Anyone who was familiar with using the internet could recognize whose WeChat account it was.

“…”

Song Jianchu’s breathing paused for a moment. He clicked on a photo, held up his phone closer, and tried to identify the hand on the piano keys.

The man’s fingers were clean and slender, and his skin was much whiter than usual people’s. The joints that lightly pressed the piano keys revealed beautiful and powerful blue veins, exuding a sexy charm that belonged to men.

On the man’s right wrist, there was a distinctive silver bracelet with “Moray” engraved on it.

It was Mu Ye’s English name.

Song Jianchu’s gaze froze.

Blurred fragments of memory suddenly pieced together a coherent outline in his mind.

-“Hello.”

-“Sorry, it’s not convenient to take photos. I’m quitting drinking lately, and it would be troublesome if my agent found out I’m here.”

-“…What did you say?”

-“Next sentence.”

…

-“OK.”

F*ck…

F*ck????

The phone fell onto the bedding.

Song Jianchu sat cross-legged on the bed, keeping his head down and grabbing his hair with one hand.

What the f*ck did I do???

His pupils flickered violently. Song Jianchu tried hard to stay calm, raised his hand to touch his eye sockets, and checked his body again.

It didn’t hurt, and he wasn’t beaten up.

He said those things, and Mu Ye didn’t hit him?

This is impossible.

Song Jianchu quickly regained his composure and picked up his phone with a skeptical look on his face.

[Song Jianchu: ?]

[Yin Chi: You woke up so soon? Go drink the porridge.]

[Song Jianchu: Where did you find me last night?]

[Yin Chi: Where else could it be? The rooftop.]

Song Jianchu’s calm expression gradually relaxed.

[Yin Chi: What’s wrong?]

[Song Jianchu: Last night… Did you see that person?]

[Yin Chi: Which person?]

[Song Jianchu: Guess.]

[Yin Chi: …]

[Yin Chi: Ah, you mean Mu Ye? Yes, I saw him.]

[Song Jianchu: .]

Song Jianchu pressed his chest with one hand, feeling slightly suffocated.

[Song Jianchu: Are you sure you saw him clearly? Weren’t you near-sighted from playing games since junior high?]

[Yin Chi: .]

[Yin Chi: I’m f*cking near-sighted, not blind [smiling], and besides, I wore contact lenses.]

[Song Jianchu: I remember you also have astigmatism[mfn]Astigmatism is a common vision condition where the cornea or lens of the eye has an irregular shape, causing blurry or distorted vision at any distance[/mfn].]

F*ck.

He should have taken advantage of the situation and beat him up before showing up.

Yin Chi laughed out loud.

[Yin Chi: Don’t tell me you blacked out after just a few drinks [wiping sweat].]

[Yin Chi: You useless thing, I went up to the rooftop to find you, and someone wanted to add you on WeChat. You were so drunk you couldn’t even take out your phone, so I gave your WeChat to Mu Ye instead.]

Song Jianchu held his phone stiffly for a few seconds.

…Mu Ye added him on WeChat? Why???

He looked at his blurry mind and wondered if he should add Mu Ye on WeChat so he could scold him when he sobered up.

Yin Chi sent a voice message and chuckled, “What’s wrong? Did you wake up and find out that your male god added you on WeChat? It’s too good to be true, right?”

Song Jianchu: “…”

He woke up to find out that his male god didn’t beat him up. It was too surreal to believe.

He didn’t like to torture himself with thoughts he couldn’t figure out. It was pointless to think about things that hadn’t happened yet.

After adjusting his mentality, Song Jianchu lightly pursed his lips and accepted the friend request.

He waited for five minutes, but the other person didn’t message him.

He threw his phone aside and lay down on the bed with his eyes closed.

Song Jianchu thought that he had never caught Mu Ye’s attention even though he always bought the front-row seats at his concerts, but they coincidentally met while he was drunk. Was it really possible?

Hmm, maybe it was all just a dream when he wakes up.

Yin Chi, as the only son of the entertainment industry’s big shot godfather, had an extensive network in the industry.

It was hard to completely erase Song Jianchu’s hot search topic with his level of popularity, but after a night, his name didn’t appear on the hot search list anymore.

However, as a super internet celebrity with 50 million fans, every action was watched and speculated upon by countless netizens around the clock.

Although the hot search disappeared, various marketing accounts refused to give up and quickly started a new round of speculation.

Photos of Song Jianchu in the hospital suddenly flooded marketing accounts.

“How could such a big event like the richest man on Weibo going bankrupt be forgotten in just one night? Are netizens nowadays that forgetful?”

“If the company is bankrupt, then let it be. It’s a market problem. What does it have to do with his family?”

“I’m sick of these marketing accounts trying to make a quick buck…”

“Well, isn’t it normal to go to the hospital when you’re sick?”

“You bad people, get out of here and hug my arrogant yet pitiful handsome little brother!”

“Come on, Demon King Little Brother, you haven’t updated your vlog this week. Cheer up, baby!”

That night, after getting a good night’s sleep, Song Jianchu picked up his phone and checked it. There was no new news except for the dozen or so instructions from Yin Chi’s father.

Looking at the quiet white profile picture for a few seconds, Song Jianchu hesitated and quietly entered the other’s circle of friends.

It was still the same content as before, with no updates.

Even though he woke up with his idol’s WeChat in his list, it still felt miraculous.

Song Jianchu lazily lay in bed, holding his phone like a friend circle auditor, and scrolled through the content one by one.

When he saw the recurring keywords, Song Jianchu couldn’t help but laugh.

As the music industry’s top dog who focused on music, Mu Ye had no major black marks since his debut but was known in the industry as a lover of alcohol – and a “performance artist” when he was drunk.

His most famous “performance art” was when Mu Ye started a live stream late one night.

During the live stream, he looked sober, but his shirt was unbuttoned, and he performed a sweet kiss with his Scottish Fold cat daughter “Peppermint,” giving his own “screen first kiss” and almost causing millions of girls to suffer from excessive nosebleeds and shock that night.

Perhaps to protect his manager’s cardiovascular health, Mu Ye announced his alcohol abstinence on Weibo every year. He could go without drinking for a maximum of two months, then candidly admit defeat and continue to work hard amid the fans’ group ridicule of “you’re worthy of your reputation.”

In fact, Mu Ye’s fans didn’t mind that their idol liked to drink. They even thought that as a music artist, it was normal to enjoy a drink from time to time.

Fans liked to hang out with him, not only because he was adorable, but also because Mu Ye’s persona was too perfect.

As the ultimate male god, from his status as a “national demon,” to his genius in music creation, to his gentle and warm personality, it seemed impossible to find any human flaws in him.

Being too perfect made people feel unreal.

Occasionally showing a bit of humanity and interesting quirks made him even more endearing and addictive to fans, who were drawn to his gentle charm.

After looking at the male god’s circle of friends a few more times, Song Jianchu replied briefly to Yin Chi’s lengthy message of concern, got up, and took a shower.

At ten o’clock that night, Song Jianchu opened a long-awaited live stream.

Because there is no need for it, unless he is really bored, he rarely does live broadcasts.

When the topic was hot, as soon as Song Jianchu opened his live room, the heat instantly broke through one million, directly refreshing the daily Weibo live streaming traffic record, and even made it to the top of the hot search.

The barrage surged like a tsunami.

In fact, Song Jianchu’s black fans are far less than normal fans, but his Weibo content is special, and many people choose to quietly follow him.

Recently, Song Jianchu went bankrupt and was hospitalized due to illness. These people finally chose to be brave and be themselves.

[“Ah! Baby, you finally appeared!!”]

[“Your face is a bit pale, are you really sick? Money is just a worldly possession, try to take it easy!”]

[“Hehe, are you finally starting to play the victim?”]

[“Damn it, sell your bullshit and get lost!”]

[“If you’re sick, rest well! It doesn’t matter if you don’t upload any vlogs this month, I’ll give you a pass!”]

Song Jianchu had just woken up and started the live broadcast wearing a black button-up pajama. His pink hair was messy and covered his eyes.

He leaned against the leather sofa chair, leisurely drinking coffee, and lazily watched the barrage for two minutes.

Not knowing what he saw, the corners of the young man’s mouth occasionally curled up.

[“Why isn’t the little brother talking? Why is he still laughing? Did the kid get hurt and become silly?”]

[“Wuwuwu, Demon King little brother is so handsome, whether he has money or not, I love him!!”]

[“Debut and make money, Sister will sell bags to help you top the charts!!”]

[“What are you doing in the middle of the night, selling your body after bankruptcy?”]

“Two things,” Song Jianchu suddenly said lazily.

“First, SUK’s bankruptcy has nothing to do with me. I had already sold my shares in SUK a long time ago.”

The barrage paused, and in an instant, a screen full of question marks appeared, and the live broadcast server was stuck for a few seconds.

“Secondly,” Song Jianchu took a sip of coffee and slowly said, “the marketing accounts that spread rumors about my bankruptcy and said that I have terminal illness and am about to die, my legal team is suing them one by one. Don’t worry, you will all receive a lawyer’s letter within tomorrow. If you don’t accept the apology, just pay up.”

In the live broadcast, the young man propped his chin up and spoke with a arrogant and provocative tone.

“Don’t worry, whether I have money or not is my own business, it has nothing to do with anyone else.”

Song Jianchu sneered, “As long as I don’t want to die, no one’s curse can affect me.”

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