Bai Shuijin dragged Wang Huanxiu along to watch for over ten minutes before the trio finally ended their farce. Unsurprisingly, the “Cement Bro” who had made the wild claim of stuffing cement won this battle for love with overwhelming dominance.
Back in the car, the blast of heat collided with the chill on his body, making Bai Shuijin shiver as he shook off the last of the cold.
A plush hat landed in his lap. Wang Huanxiu had taken it off and tossed it over.
Earlier, because it was simply too cold while watching the drama, he had been forced to wear it.
Bai Shuijin balled the hat up in his hands, then took out his phone and thrust it in front of Wang Huanxiu’s eyes, lighting up the screen.
“Hubby-bro, look.”
The latter looked down. On the rectangular screen was a press photo of himself a screenshot taken from some interview and set as the wallpaper.
Bai Shuijin’s eyes were bright; his smiling face revealed a rosy mouth and pearly white teeth. “It’s you~”
I changed my lock screen, you know. I changed it to you.
My lock screen is you, you must be happy to death, right?
Bai Shuijin flaunted it, waving the phone back and forth.
Wang Huanxiu’s face was indeed camera-ready. If the man weren’t a major villain and the underlying fear could be erased, Bai Shuijin might be ten thousand times happier than he was now. That kind of happiness was something he dared not even imagine.
After all, waking up every day to a rich, handsome husband was quite the life.
Recalling the gossip he had just witnessed, Bai Shuijin his gloved hand looking like a steamed bun patted him. “Hubby-bro, don’t you worry. The scene that just happened at the school gate will definitely never happen between us.”
Wang Huanxiu turned a deaf ear. The probability of such a thing happening to Bai Shuijin was 100%.
Bai Shuijin didn’t see it that way. “I’m not the type of person to step on two boats at once.”
Like a little mouse professing loyalty in front of a giant rice jar, he continued, “Hubby-bro, you might not know this, but you’re actually my ideal type. With you around, I wouldn’t even spare a glance at other handsome guys.”
Wang Huanxiu propped his chin on his hand, silently listening to Bai Shuijin’s non-stop chatter.
They soon arrived home. As they drove into the villa district, Bai Shuijin spotted the same beggar from before through the window. He asked the driver to stop for a moment, hopped out, and tossed two yuan to him.
It seemed to be his daily “check-in” ritual on the way home.
The beggar, who likely earned a fortune daily: “…”
Friend, you’re the real beggar here.
After donating the money, Bai Shuijin felt he had become a bit more virtuous. Then, the “Ultra-Virtuous Bai Shuijin” climbed back into the car and went home.
Wang Huanxiu still had work in the afternoon, so he grabbed his documents and headed to the office. Feeling bored after lunch, Bai Shuijin put on his plush pajamas and lay down by the first-floor terrace. A few steps out from here was the garden.
He had taken a liking to dressing this way recently. The pajamas were a one-piece plush bear suit. The combination of the outdoor temperature and the plush suit resulted in the exact constant temperature he desired.
He held the social practice certification form he got from the counselor, feeling troubled about where to do his internship.
After all, in his past life, he had worked everywhere like a beast of burden. He no longer wanted to live that kind of busy, struggling life; he just wanted to lie flat like a salted fish.
A cold wind howled, and a sudden “wicked gust” blew the paper right out of his hand.
Bai Shuijin did a “carp skip” and immediately gave chase.
Stay! You wicked wind! Return my form to me!
He dashed off the terrace like a martial arts master. The report form rose and fell in the wind, flying with utter, chaotic freedom.
Bai Shuijin scurried left and right through the garden. When the white paper finally landed on the pebble path, he lunged forward and grabbed it.
Finally caught it.
However, just as he secured the paper, a large shadow suddenly appeared to his side.
Bai Shuijin turned his head and was instantly met by several pairs of black sunglasses.
Four bodyguards stood in a row before him, burly and imposing. Muscles bulged beneath their black suits, and their gazes felt like sniper scopes locking onto a target.
They did not come in peace. Bai Shuijin stood there stiffly, instantly sensing their hostility.
It felt as though at any second, the four of them would work together to throw him out.
Just then, a melodious voice drifted from behind the four bodyguards. “Ha? Chased me all the way here? I really can’t stand it.”
The bodyguards moved aside, and a face that was “explosively handsome” appeared before Bai Shuijin.
His hair was semi-long, reaching his neck, styled with exquisite layers. He was dressed in all black, but it wasn’t dull the outfit was incredibly fashionable. His slender fingers lifted the sunglasses on his face, and a pair of amber-like eyes met Bai Shuijin’s.
Wang Muguang looked the “brown bear” up and down before a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.
He hadn’t expected a crazed fan to chase him all the way home.
“I really don’t know how you managed to track me down here,” he said, his tone a mix of surprise and helplessness.
He had intended to have the bodyguards kick the person out, but seeing the person’s nervous state, Wang Muguang felt merciful. “Forget it. I’ll give you an autograph.”
Reaching this place was a feat in itself, as entry required identification. This person appearing before him must have overcome “untold hardships and dangers.”
He could only blame himself for being too popular, driving fans to such madness.
As he spoke, he produced a signature pen from nowhere, snatched the paper from Bai Shuijin’s hand, and scribbled flamboyantly across it.
When the paper was returned, Bai Shuijin stared at the autograph scrawled across his official social practice certification form.
“…”
I’m calling the police to arrest you!!!!
Seeing the “bear” trembling while holding the paper, Wang Muguang let out a laugh. “What? So excited? It’s just an autograph.”
His gaze was like that of a god bestowing a gift upon a subject.
It was understandable; after all, no one was ever not excited to see him.
Wang Muguang currently the top trending actor with massive star power. His brand posters occupied the most prominent billboards on commercial buildings. He had countless fans and high international fame, though he had plenty of haters too.
Readjusting his sunglasses, Wang Muguang saw that the other person still hadn’t left and frowned slightly. He didn’t like people who crossed the line.
A qualified idol does not have private contact with fans.
His tone grew cold, and the smile at the corners of his mouth turned ominous. “You have two choices now: one, leave on your own; two, be thrown out.”
Bai Shuijin: “I choose option three.”
“Three?” Wang Muguang asked, puzzled.
The next second, he saw the other person suddenly lunge at him with a burst of energy. “I’m going to beat you into a roasted sweet potato today!”
Wang Muguang: “!”
What’s going on?! Aren’t you a true fan?
His eyes shrunk behind his sunglasses. Could it be a ‘hate-fan’?!
As Bai Shuijin lunged, the four bodyguards immediately shielded Wang Muguang.
Wang Muguang was still worried about his “poor fan.” “Even if they’re a hate-fan, they’re still my fan. Be gentle.”
Bodyguards: “…”
Exactly which eye told you this person was your fan?
The butler had received word this morning that Wang Muguang would be returning. Wang Muguang and Wang Huanxiu were biological brothers four years apart; they also had a younger sister still in high school.
Wang Muguang was usually busy with work and rarely came home, so upon hearing he was returning, the butler had been looking forward to it since morning.
When he finally heard a commotion in the garden, he hurried out to check, only to see Bai Shuijin chasing Wang Muguang all over the garden.
Wang Muguang ran like the wind, occasionally looking back at the “bear” behind him.
This guy really knows how to ‘chase’ a star.
Finally, due to lack of stamina, the two ended their pursuit.
Wang Muguang saw the butler. “Uncle Zhang, I’m sorry you had to see that. My fan actually chased me all the way inside the house.”
He was so tired he wanted to pant like an ox, but because his “idol baggage” was heavy, he forced himself to suppress it, making him sound like a short-of-breath Psyduck.
The butler was momentarily speechless. “Master Muguang, you might have misunderstood.”
Muguang? Wang Muguang?
Wang Huanxiu’s younger brother, the villain Wang Muguang from the ‘Entertainment Circle’ plotline who suppresses the protagonist.
Bai Shuijin’s gaze fell on him again, this time with newfound scrutiny.
So he’s a villain. No wonder he’s so lacking in morals.
Wang Muguang, oblivious, brushed back his hair as if tiny stars were sparkling around him. “Uncle Zhang, how did he even sneak in? He’s simply too crazy about me.”
The butler: “No, Master Muguang. Master Shuijin is the person the Head of the family married.”
Wang Muguang froze. He turned his head to look at the “bear” behind him.
Bai Shuijin was so exhausted he wanted to collapse and sleep on the spot.
Wang Muguang: “You’re saying… that in order to chase me, he didn’t hesitate to marry my big brother?”