Xie Wanxing’s agent was named Lian Dan, thirty-four years old. She was known for being a workaholic and a tough cookie, but she was exceptionally caring towards Xie Wanxing. In her words, she softened up whenever she saw his little face. People just liked pretty things.

Lian Dan seemed to be driving, her voice slightly fuzzy. “Wanxing, where are you? I heard from the assistant that you stayed at the hotel yesterday. There’s a magazine shoot the day after tomorrow. You’re not allowed to party tonight. Go back and rest properly, get ready for the shoot.”

Xie Wanxing hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Fu Wenshan standing by the window, lowering his voice, “I just woke up. I partied till late yesterday. I’ll go back soon.”

“Why does your voice sound hoarse?” Lian Dan frowned. “Did you drink a lot yesterday? Drink less.”

She hadn’t mentioned this, but as soon as she did, Xie Wanxing felt a pang of guilt.

Even though he was full of grievances, he wasn’t planning to tell Lian Dan about this embarrassing matter. After casually responding a few words, he assured her that he would stay home obediently today.

“Then I’ll have the assistant come pick you up later. It’s Longhua Hotel, right?” Lian Dan seemed to have something else to do and hung up the phone after giving instructions.

The phone screen dimmed again.

Xie Wanxing leaned back on the sofa, seeing that Fu Wenshan had also hung up the phone. Their eyes met for a second in the air, then they turned away with disgust.

After a while, Xie Wanxing hugged the blanket and silently began picking up the clothes strewn all over the room from last night.

Just from the scattered clothes, one could tell how intense the encounter was last night. Xie Wanxing found that his shirt was torn to shreds, his face darkened, but he gritted his teeth and refrained from cursing.

Fu Wenshan was slightly better off; he was already wearing pajamas when he got into bed last night, so his clothes were preserved.

Seeing Xie Wanxing holding up a shattered shirt with a dark face, he spoke up, “You can wear mine for now.”

He threw his own black shirt over.

Xie Wanxing didn’t stand on ceremony with him. Although Fu Wenshan’s shirt was a size too big, it was better than the torn one.

“What about you?” Xie Wanxing asked, holding the clothes.

“After you leave, I’ll have the assistant bring over some clothes.”

They definitely couldn’t go out together. This was Fu Wenshan’s room, so it was more appropriate for him to stay.

Xie Wanxing didn’t say anything more, carrying the clothes into the bathroom to take a shower.

As he bathed, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

That bastard Fu Wenshan didn’t even bother to clean him up yesterday.

The glass walls of the bathroom were all transparent, and he could clearly see the state of his body from the mirror: his supple, fair waist was covered in finger marks and bruises. It was obvious that it was left by the bastard Fu Wenshan grabbing his waist.

He touched his lips; his lower lip was also bitten, even a slight touch hurt. He had a magazine shoot the day after tomorrow, and he didn’t know if these marks all over his body could be concealed.

He remembered Fu Wenshan’s nearly terrifying physical strength yesterday, and couldn’t help but shudder, secretly swearing that he would never have anything to do with such a person again.

Half an hour later, he finished tidying up and came out of the bathroom.

Fu Wenshan was still sitting on the sofa, smoking. He looked up when he heard movement, the fingers holding the cigarette unconsciously exerted a bit of force.

Xie Wanxing, wearing his black shirt, surprisingly looked quite fitting. Although it was a size larger, the black color complemented his porcelain-white skin. His lips, probably moistened by the steam, appeared exceptionally soft and rosy. His long hair, just blown dry, cascaded smoothly down his shoulders. While lacking the softness of a woman, it possessed a youthful charm of its own.

“Let’s just pretend nothing happened today,” Xie Wanxing said as he approached the bed to put on his shoes. He lowered his head, concealing his expression, and pretended to be nonchalant, “We’re both men, no one lost any dignity.”

Fu Wenshan had no objections. He extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and replied succinctly, “Fine.”

Xie Wanxing glanced around the room, confirming that he hadn’t left any personal items behind. Then he took a black mask from the cabinet, put it on, and walked straight to the door.

Before leaving, he had his assistant confirm that there were no paparazzi lurking near the hotel.

Although same-sex marriage had been legalized nowadays, it was still not as easy for two male stars to be caught in a scandal as it was for a man and a woman.

He wasn’t very worried, just unconsciously quickened his pace.

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When he walked out of the hotel, his assistant Wang Xiaoming was already waiting for him in the nanny car. His assistant’s name was quite interesting; when he came to apply, he emphasized eight times that it was his real name.

Xie Wanxing lowered his head and got into the car.

Back in the familiar space, he tore off the mask, exhaled a breath, pushed all his hair to the back, revealing his long and fair neck, and then unbuttoned the top button.

Wang Xiaoming had wanted to chat with Xie Wanxing, but when he saw the hickeys on his neck through the rearview mirror, he was stunned, staring blankly at the mirror, “Ge, what did you do last night?!”

He had been with Xie Wanxing for a year and knew that Xie Wanxing had never been involved in any scandals, making him a refreshing figure in the entertainment industry.

But how could it be that after just one night, his pure and pristine brother had been defiled by someone?

Wang Xiaoming felt like he was going to spit blood.

Xie Wanxing looked up with a serious expression, “the situation is just as you’ve seen it. Just don’t tell Lian Jie I accidentally slept with someone last night.”

Wang Xiaoming hesitated a bit, started the car, and said, “Ge, who did you…you know, sleep with? If you don’t tell Lian jie, how do we deal with the potential gossip?”

He was thinking about Xie Wanxing’s situation.

Although Xie Wanxing was not yet a top star in the circle, he was not unknown either, especially recently, his popularity had been soaring. There was no telling who might have ulterior motives.

Xie Wanxing flashed Fu Wenshan’s indifferent face in his mind and sneered, “It should be fine. They probably want to distance themselves from me too.”

Wang Xiaoming suddenly became curious. He glanced at Xie Wanxing and saw that his complexion had improved from when he first got in the car. Carefully, he asked, “Ge, who did you sleep with?”

He was genuinely surprised. He knew that Xie Wanxing was very picky about his partners, and although Xie Wanxing had only entered the circle not long ago, he had been constantly pursued by suitors, from investors to cast members.

However, Xie Wanxing neither needed to rely on others nor liked fleeting relationships, so he had never accepted any advances.

Xie Wanxing leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes, and heard Wang Xiaoming’s question.

He smirked and uttered a few words, “With a baldy.”

Fu Wenshan had always had a crew cut since his debut, and the longer Xie Wanxing’s hair was, the shorter Fu Wenshan’s was, almost barely visible, just a layer of short stubble. Fortunately, his features were quite sharp and could withstand scrutiny. With this hairstyle, he looked even more handsome and sharp. When taking magazine cover shots, he would casually step on the steps, taking a seat, with slightly lowered eyelashes and a cold, indifferent gaze, he would cause female staff outside the studio to scream in excitement.

Only Fu Wenshan’s black fans persisted in mocking him relentlessly, calling him a convict for his crew cut hairstyle.

At this moment, Xie Wanxing had joined the ranks of the black fans.

Wang Xiaoming: “???”

He frantically filtered through his mind which celebrities in the entertainment industry had a bald look. Female stars were out of the question, as there were none. Among the few relatively famous ones, they were either comedians or middle-aged guys.

Wang Xiaoming clutched his heart, finally realizing a problem.

“Ge, the person you slept with last night… was a man?” Xie Wanxing still had his eyes closed and calmly responded with a simple “Mm.”

In reality, his inner turmoil was far from calm. Sometimes he was seething with anger, other times he wanted to turn back and beat Fu Wenshan again. But ultimately, he couldn’t blame Fu Wenshan entirely; both of them were responsible. He didn’t want to be overly sentimental about it and just silently swallowed his anger.

Wang Xiaoming, sitting in the front, also closed his mouth silently, focusing on driving.

He didn’t dare to ask further, fearing he might be too shocked and accidentally drive the car into a ditch.

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Meanwhile, in Fu Wenshan’s car, his agent Jiang Han heard about his inexplicable night with someone who had entered the wrong room. His expression went through a series of colorful changes, as if he might jump off a tall building at any moment.

Jiang Han was Fu Wenshan’s exclusive agent, and he only managed Fu Wenshan. He was hired by the Fu family to protect Fu Wenshan’s career in the entertainment industry.

Compared to an agent, he sometimes felt more like a chief eunuch, specifically serving this young prince.

“Who did you sleep with, Master Fu? I don’t have high demands for your personal life, but at least assure me it’s clean and safe.” Jiang Han spoke earnestly, deeply feeling that his salary might not cover the future medical bills if Fu Wenshan continued like this. “Just be honest with me, who was it?  I won’t blabber about it or spread it to your brother.”

Fu Wenshan had changed into a new black shirt, similar to the one Xie Wanxing had just worn, almost like a couple’s outfit.

He didn’t want to hide it from Jiang Han, but he thought of Xie Wanxing’s volatile temper and figured he wouldn’t want anyone to know.

“Someone from the industry, male. That’s all I can say,” Fu Wenshan calmly looked at his agent. “There won’t be any speculation from his side; he’s very protective of his image, even more so than me.”

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Xie Wanxing sneezed in the car.

He grabbed a blanket and draped it over himself, suspecting he caught a cold from yesterday’s intense activity.

At this moment, both Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan sincerely felt that they couldn’t possibly have any interaction in the short term.

After all, one focused on acting, the other on singing. There weren’t many occasions for them to meet.

But little did they know.

More than half a month later, they encountered each other on the same variety show.

A double-face slap.