That day, Shen Nanxing walked into the classroom with a sleep-deprived face, casually picked a seat by the window, and pretended to nap. Just after sitting down for a while, Xie Ling, looking excited, rushed over to him. “Xingbao, when did you secretly go to shoot a magazine cover?” Xie Ling waved a magazine she had just bought in front of his face.

The moment Shen Nanxing heard the word “magazine,” he immediately woke up from his drowsiness. He took the magazine from Xie Ling’s hands, and when he saw the picture on the cover, his face instantly turned red. He quickly covered the image with his hand. “Why did they use this picture for the cover?” This image seemed way too embarrassing. Didn’t Sister Qingyan say she communicated with the magazine company and assured us they wouldn’t use this picture? Shouldn’t they have shown it to us first? How did it suddenly get published without warning? Shen Nanxing’s mind was filled with confusion.

“Xingbao, I’m asking you a question. Why are you blushing?” Xie Ling teased him, her gaze full of amusement.

Shen Nanxing cleared his throat and casually explained, “I shot it about half a month ago.”

Xie Ling sighed with regret, “Ah, if I had known, I would have asked you to get a signature from my idol. I missed such a good opportunity. 555…”

“Look, now everyone on Weibo is praising you and Emperor Xu. Look at how perfect you two look together!” Xie Ling opened her phone and handed it to Shen Nanxing.

Shen Nanxing glanced at it, his expression showing some disbelief. What was all this about a “forbidden CEO” and his “pure little sweet O”? This was clearly just acting! Some people were even shipping them publicly, and they had even come up with a couple name—”Wishing Star.”

He looked up at Xie Ling, who was smiling strangely, took the phone back, and pretended to stay calm. “Class is about to start. You should go back to your seat.”

Xie Ling responded, “It’s fine. There’s no one sitting next to you anyway. I’ll stay here.” She then looked at him with a curious expression.

Shen Nanxing sighed. It seemed that if he didn’t answer honestly today, she wouldn’t let him off easily.

“Xingbao, come on, tell me, does Emperor Xu have an eight-pack?”

“I don’t know, but he probably does.” Xu Yuan had worn a semi-transparent shirt that day, but he was so busy taking care of himself that he didn’t have the mood to focus on anything else.

“How is Emperor Xu as a person? Is he easy to get along with?” Xie Ling rested her chin on her hands, looking at him with curiosity.

“He’s okay.” Shen Nanxing gave an honest evaluation. Although Xu Yuan was gentle and polite in private, with no airs of a big celebrity, Shen Nanxing still felt like that wasn’t the real him. However, he couldn’t jump to conclusions and say that he was bad, so he answered this way.

Xie Ling continued asking more questions about Xu Yuan, and Shen Nanxing selectively answered some.

“How did you get this magazine?” Shen Nanxing suddenly remembered that Lin Qingyan had told him this magazine was limited to only 1000 copies and was hard to get.

Xie Ling smiled mysteriously, “Hehe, my cousin works at this magazine company. I asked her to save a copy for me.”

“So that’s how it is.”

…

Meanwhile, the magazine quickly became a hot topic on Weibo. With Xu Yuan’s high popularity and large fan base, many people initially bought the magazine because of their idol. However, many were captivated by Shen Nanxing’s looks.

[Cold, aloof CEO falls for a pure and beautiful boy. I’m shipping them! I’m going to ship it first!]

[Where did they find this cute little thing?]

[I know, I know! This is the little fan who interacted with Emperor Xu at Jingda last time.]

[Who is this unknown person? How did he get to shoot a magazine cover with my idol?]

[What a beautiful boy, I’m in love.]

[Such a flawless back, perfect for cupping!]

[…]

Some fans, following the clues, found the Weibo of the suspected little fan…

In the exclusive office for employees of a certain company, groups of female employees huddled together, discussing the hot topic on Weibo.

“Did you see Weibo today? It’s another day of getting hit by the beauty filter!”

“Yes, I saw! I was lucky enough to grab a physical copy!”

“How can my idol be this handsome, 555… This beautiful young man looks so familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere before?”

“Sis, let me borrow that magazine for a look!”

“No way, I’m keeping it at home as an offering!”

“Don’t be so stingy, just one quick glance!”

“Exactly, exactly.”

As the group bickered over the magazine, a somewhat serious male voice interrupted their conversation. “Ahem, why aren’t you all working? What are you discussing?”

The sudden voice startled them. They turned around and saw that it was the CEO’s assistant, and they all sighed in relief. Thank goodness it wasn’t the CEO.

One of the female employees quickly hid the magazine behind her back, laughing awkwardly. “Good morning, we weren’t talking about anything, we were just discussing what to have for lunch.”

The assistant didn’t miss her guilty expression. He pointed at what she was hiding. “What’s that you’re hiding?”

The employee’s face stiffened, not knowing how to explain. Oh my God, how could she be so unlucky?

Under the assistant’s unyielding gaze, she reluctantly handed over the magazine. The assistant looked at it and thought, “It’s just some cheap magazine. Why are they so attached to it?” Without a second thought, he took it and flipped through it.

After turning a few pages, he saw a male celebrity’s photo. Just as he was about to return the magazine to the employee, he was suddenly drawn to the person on the cover. “Isn’t this Mr. Shen, the one that President Fu is pursuing? I didn’t realize he was a model too.”

He wondered if President Fu had seen this. Maybe he should take it over to him. With that thought, the assistant decided not to give it back just yet and said, “Let me take a look first.”

He turned and walked out, leaving the employee to regret her decision. Wait a minute, did I promise to lend it to you? If I had known, I wouldn’t have shown it off…

The assistant, in a good mood, knocked on the door of the CEO’s office.

“Come in.”

Fu Zhiyuan was sitting at his desk, handling documents, not looking up.

The assistant hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should interrupt.

Seeing him standing there silently, Fu Zhiyuan frowned and asked in a low voice, “Do you need something?”

The assistant nodded and shook his head.

Fu Zhiyuan clicked his tongue. “I seriously suspect how you passed your interview.”

When the assistant first joined, he was sharp, but now he seemed to be getting dumber.

The assistant cleared his throat and explained seriously, “President Fu, I passed the rigorous selection process, scoring first in both the written exam and the interview. I was hired by the company. You can question my character, but you can’t doubt my professional abilities.”