Shen Nanxing leaned closer to the screen and saw Fu Zhiyuan’s handsome face. In the interplay of light and shadow on the video, his usually sharp and defined features were softened by the gentle lighting, revealing a tenderness that wasn’t often seen. His gaze was drawn to the slightly open collar of Fu Zhiyuan’s shirt and his exquisite collarbones, subtly showing off an unintentional masculine charm. Shen Nanxing found himself a bit mesmerized. Fu Zhiyuan’s deep gaze was fixed on him, and he gently called out again, “Xingbao?”

Shen Nanxing was pulled back to reality by Fu Zhiyuan’s voice, realizing he had been staring at him for a while. His cheeks warmed slightly, and his heartbeat quickened. Trying to hide his embarrassment, he coughed and awkwardly said, “Weren’t we looking at the cat? Why is it just you?”

Fu Zhiyuan let out a light laugh, with a hint of teasing in his voice. “I forgot to flip the camera.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly adjusted the camera, turning it toward the little kitten on the carpet. The kitten was unsteadily walking on the carpet, occasionally letting out soft mewing sounds, looking both adorable and helpless. Shen Nanxing felt his heart melting for the little creature. He playfully coaxed it through the screen, “Kitty, look over here, meow~”

The kitten, following the sound, looked around, as if wondering who was calling it. Fu Zhiyuan watched the interaction between Shen Nanxing and the cat, his gaze softening even more. He silently thought to himself that he had made the right choice in getting this cat—Xingbao seemed to really like it.

Shen Nanxing played with the kitten for a while before stopping. Curiously, he looked at Fu Zhiyuan and asked, “Have you named it?”

Fu Zhiyuan shook his head slightly and suggested, “Not yet. How about you name it, Xingbao? It seems to really like you.”

“Sure, I’ll tell you once I think of a name,” Shen Nanxing replied.

“Alright.”

Shen Nanxing glanced at the time—it was almost eleven. He yawned and said, “I’m going to sleep. I have an event tomorrow and need to wake up early.”

Fu Zhiyuan’s eyes darkened slightly as he asked, “What event?”

Shen Nanxing casually replied, “It’s just a school club activity. Anyway, I need to sleep now.”

“Okay, goodnight, Xingbao.”

After hanging up, Shen Nanxing quickly fell asleep. Fu Zhiyuan stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the scenery, his expression dark and unreadable as he seemed lost in thought.

After half a month of rehearsals and preparations from everyone, the long-awaited performance day finally arrived, and everyone’s faces were full of anticipation.

Just before Shen Nanxing and the others were about to begin their final rehearsal on stage, Su Lin hurriedly walked in, asking everyone to stop and announcing that the venue had been changed. There were expressions of confusion and concern from everyone.

“Why change the venue at the last minute? We’ve all been preparing for so long. What if something goes wrong now?”

“Exactly, changing the venue will make everyone feel a bit uncomfortable.”

Su Lin shrugged helplessly. “The school leadership just issued the notice, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Please understand.” She had also asked the school why they wanted them to change venues, but the only answer she got was that it was an arrangement from above, and she was instructed to follow it. Reluctantly, she had to pass the message on to the group.

Shen Nanxing didn’t have any objections to this; he was still thinking about the fact that he would be wearing women’s clothing on stage later. Early this morning, Xia Zimu had mysteriously appeared in front of him, holding out a black long-haired wig and saying that it had been specially chosen for him and that it would suit him very well.

Looking at the wig in his hand, Shen Nanxing felt a bit overwhelmed. If he wore the wig, he would look even more like a girl. Fortunately, his brother had something urgent and couldn’t come to see his performance today; otherwise, he would’ve truly “socially died” on the spot.

Xia Zimu placed his hand on Shen Nanxing’s shoulder, teasing him, “Xiao Nanxing, the performance starts this afternoon, are you nervous?”

Shen Nanxing looked at Xia Zimu, who had black hair now, and felt a bit unaccustomed. To match their character roles, Su Lin had specifically suggested that Xia Zimu dye his naturally bright-colored hair. Xia Zimu had really made quite a sacrifice for this play, having to dye his hair for his role as Fu Chengyu’s wife. But honestly, wasn’t Shen Nanxing the one making the biggest sacrifice? He was the one stuck wearing women’s clothing.

Shen Nanxing nonchalantly moved Xia Zimu’s hand away from his shoulder. “I’m not nervous. I barely have any lines.”

Xia Zimu took the opportunity to pat his head, grinning. “Hehe, good to hear. I can’t wait to see you in women’s clothing later; you’ll definitely stun everyone. What if… I don’t want anyone else to see you in women’s clothing?”

Shen Nanxing: “…” Could you please not bring up that topic right now?

Fu Chengyu, who was standing by and watching the two of them joke around like no one else was around, couldn’t help but darken his expression. He didn’t understand what was going on with Shen Nanxing lately. He barely paid attention to him anymore. He could laugh so happily with Xia Zimu, but whenever Fu Chengyu appeared, it was like Shen Nanxing turned into a different person. Was it possible… that he liked Xia Zimu?

The more Fu Chengyu thought about it, the more he felt there might be some truth to his suspicions. A sense of betrayal rose in his heart—after all, he was the one who was engaged to Shen Nanxing!

“Nanxing, what are you two talking about?” Fu Chengyu asked, his gaze full of questioning.

Shen Nanxing responded indifferently, “It’s nothing.”

Xia Zimu chuckled lightly, “Why do you care what we’re talking about? Does it have anything to do with you?”

Fu Chengyu found him irritating. “I didn’t ask you.”

After saying that, Fu Chengyu turned his attention back to Shen Nanxing, as if seeking confirmation of an answer.

Shen Nanxing slightly furrowed his brow. “Didn’t I already say it’s nothing?”

His cold attitude made Fu Chengyu feel a bit displeased and even somewhat disappointed. He opened his mouth as if to say something but remained silent.

Xia Zimu, seeing Fu Chengyu’s frustration, couldn’t help but take pleasure in his discomfort. “Some people just really enjoy seeking trouble!” He said, before ignoring Fu Chengyu’s angry expression and pulling Shen Nanxing away.

Fu Chengyu gritted his teeth as he watched the two of them leave, muttering under his breath, “Xia Zimu! You’re really something!”

Meanwhile, at Peking University, the school leaders were discussing their recently developed new project with Fu Zhiyuan, which focused on future artificial intelligence. They were hoping for support from the Fu Group. The meaning was clear—they wanted the Fu Group to invest, so that the costs of research and development would no longer be a concern.

Fu Zhiyuan, dressed in a well-tailored suit, stood tall and composed. His expression was indifferent, and his thin lips were tightly pressed, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The assistant stood nearby, observing the inscrutable expression on his boss’s face, his mind filled with a million questions, but he didn’t dare ask. Last night, it was almost midnight when Mr. Fu asked him to check if there were any recent collaboration projects with Peking University. If there were, he wanted them to schedule a meeting for the next day. What was so important about Peking University’s project that it had to be discussed today?