Xie Wanxing didn’t have his fans pick him up from the airport.

Initially, they were supposed to, but he always felt uneasy about a group of young girls gathering together, all so excited. He was afraid they might have an accident, so he decided against it.

Thus, he appeared at the airport outside by himself, and the only one who came to pick him up was his senior brother, Zhao Jinghua.

Zhao Jinghua sat in his Maserati, rolled down half of the car window, revealing a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes. “Get in.”

There were two cars to pick up, and this time Xie Wanxing brought two assistants, Wang Xiaoming and the other a female assistant, both of whom went in the other car.

Xie Wanxing opened Zhao Jinghua’s car door and sat in the back seat.

As soon as they met, Zhao Jinghua pinched Xie Wanxing’s cheek. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but your face seems a bit rounder.”

Xie Wanxing was hit right where it hurt the most. Pretending to be angry, he slapped Zhao Jinghua’s hand away. “Shut up, if the director hears, he’ll definitely scold me.”

Zhao Jinghua was also puzzled, “Weren’t you filming in some remote village before? Did the crew not starve you, but instead made you fat?”

Xie Wanxing’s mouth twitched. The crew didn’t make him fat, but he couldn’t resist having Fu Wenshan at home, who was a professional at fattening people up.

“Forget about it, I ate too much during my break at home,” Xie Wanxing sighed and then jokingly glanced at Zhao Jinghua, “Why did you come to the set so early this time? Your Mr. Liang, actually let you out?”

Zhao Jinghua was also gay and very handsome, but he was a bottom.

His husband’s name was Liang Yumu, the famous Mr. Liang. The two had known each other and loved each other for many years, already becoming an old married couple. Xie Wanxing had met him several times because of his good relationship with Zhao Jinghua.

But whenever Xie Wanxing recalled the first time he met Mr. Liang, he still felt so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in.

Their first meeting was at the first film set where Xie Wanxing and Zhao Jinghua worked together.

Zhao Jinghua was obsessed with filming and hadn’t gone home for a while, which annoyed Liang Yumu. He flew to the set to visit him.

At that time, Xie Wanxing was still naive, and he went to find his senior brother for supper late at night…

As a result, he stumbled upon the scene where the two had just finished having sex. It was extremely embarrassing and awkward.

Only Zhao Jinghua had the thickest skin, lying naked in the bed, shamelessly greeting him.

Thinking of his own husband, Zhao Jinghua smiled sweetly and annoyedly, “He flew to Europe for a meeting. He even told me that if I didn’t come back soon, he would fly to the set to find me. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was my kept little lover, eager to achieve something.”

Xie Wanxing couldn’t help but laugh.

The two chatted all the way until they arrived at the hotel arranged by the crew. The budget for this production was very adequate, and they had booked a five-star hotel. Xie Wanxing didn’t have any special requests and just went in with his bag.

“Don’t forget to join the main crew for dinner tonight,” Zhao Jinghua reminded him.

“I know.” Xie Wanxing yawned and waved to Zhao Jinghua.

He woke up early today and didn’t sleep well on the plane, so he was tired. As soon as he closed the door, he started to catch up on sleep, only waking up in the evening with a messy hairstyle and began to freshen up again.

In their current crew, besides Zhao Jinghua and the director Lin Shen, who were considered his acquaintances, Xie Wanxing hadn’t worked with anyone else.

But Zhao Jinghua was an information machine. On the way here, he had already briefed him on the ins and outs of the entire crew—like how the third male lead and the fifth male lead were at odds with each other, how the makeup artist and XX male star used to be secret lovers, and how the assistant director was recently scratched by his wife for having an affair but lied to everyone, claiming he was mugged.

Xie Wanxing sincerely admired, “If you weren’t an actor, you’d really do well as a paparazzo.”

But as soon as they got out of the car, Zhao Jinghua returned to his suave and charming godly status, gently greeting the female staff of the crew, making them sigh and cover their hearts with their hands.

Xie Wanxing shook his head, feeling that his acting skills were really no match for his senior brother’s.

The dinner was quite enjoyable, and Xie Wanxing greeted everyone at the table and exchanged a few words with each of them.

Sitting next to Director Lin Shen was the chief screenwriter for this production, Li Siheng, who was also a significant investor in the project. Li Siheng had a baby face, even though he wasn’t young, he looked adorable and sunny when he smiled.

Xie Wanxing knew him but only superficially, so he chatted casually for a few moments and didn’t say much more.

However, Li Siheng glanced at him a few times.

After dinner dragged on until almost ten in the evening, when Xie Wanxing returned to the hotel, he sincerely felt exhausted. But because he had napped in the afternoon, he wasn’t sleepy after taking a shower. He went to Zhao Jinghua’s room to hang out and ended up having a facial mask applied by Zhao Jinghua.

“Look at your face, you’ve got dark circles under your eyes from being mistreated,” Zhao Jinghua said as he applied the mask and gave himself a facial massage. Underneath his white bathrobe, his smooth and delicate legs just had a body scrub, “I still have a butt mask, are you going to use it later?”

Xie Wanxing was speechless and glanced at Zhao Jinghua, “Why would I use a butt mask?”

Zhao Jinghua chuckled mockingly under the mask, “I forgot, you, who have no sex life, don’t need a butt mask.”

Xie Wanxing rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking, who doesn’t have a sex life? Mine is too rich now. If I keep going like this, I’ll lose my kidneys.

But he just thought about it and didn’t say it out loud.

It’s not that he didn’t want to talk to Zhao Jinghua, but as a fledgling chick, he had previously promised Zhao Jinghua that he would find true love, only to end up with a casual partner when he turned around.

It was a bit embarrassing to bring it up.

So Xie Wanxing just hummed and got up to wash off the mask.

But when he came back, Zhao Jinghua was squinting at him, and the look in his eyes, how to put it, was very much like the look Xie Wanxing’s mother gave him when he didn’t do his homework, which startled him.

But before he could figure out why, Zhao Jinghua suddenly reached out, grabbed him, and pushed him onto the bed.

And the next moment, he started to pull off his bathrobe.

Xie Wanxing was frightened, “No, ge, even if I’m handsome, you can’t betray Mr. Liang. If you don’t value your life, I still do…”

He hadn’t finished speaking before he surrendered. The neckline of his bathrobe was pulled open, revealing fair skin with speckled hickeys.

Zhao Jinghua took in a sharp breath.

Xie Wanxing’s voice abruptly stopped.

The two of them silently stared at each other for a moment.

“Ge, can I pull up the bathrobe now? It’s a bit cold…” Xie Wanxing asked.

Zhao Jinghua clicked his tongue a few times, looking at Xie Wanxing with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. He pulled up Xie Wanxing’s clothes while asking, “Who bit you so hard? Look at these hickeys, they’ve broken the skin.”

Xie Wanxing blushed so much that he almost bled, shrinking into the corner of the wall like a violated man, but Zhao Jinghua clearly wasn’t going to let him off the hook. He pressed closer like a bully, “Tell me quickly, or you won’t be sleeping tonight.”

Xie Wanxing had no choice but to tell Zhao Jinghua about his melodramatic experience with Fu Wenshan, from the Longhua Hotel to the end of the variety show.

But he didn’t dare to tell Zhao Jinghua that Fu Wenshan was staying in the villa next to his. He was afraid that Zhao Jinghua would rush to his house to make a scene after finishing the movie.

Zhao Jinghua, still in high spirits, peeled an apple and listened while eating.

After listening, he finished his apple and threw the core into the trash can, saying seriously, “Of all the gossip I’ve heard this year, this is the most sensational.”

Then he laughed heartily for a full minute, tears almost coming out of his eyes.

Xie Wanxing shrugged, feeling indifferent. He spun the fruit knife in his hand.

After laughing enough, Zhao Jinghua got up again and said to Xie Wanxing, “But your casual partner is not bad either. Fu Wenshan, I’m not very familiar with him, but I’ve seen him a few times. That figure and appearance…”

Zhao Jinghua recalled for a moment, then pinched Xie Wanxing’s face. “He must be wild in bed.”

Xie Wanxing lay on the bed, not denying it, and grumbled, “Before coming to the crew, he stayed overnight at my place and almost broke my waist.”

Zhao Jinghua laughed lasciviously, lying down too. “Didn’t expect that, huh, Xingxing? Pure as jade for twenty years, then you get a wild one on your first try. Since that’s the case, I won’t introduce anyone else to you. Remember that minor celebrity you worked with before, Lin Xi?”

Xie Wanxing racked his brains for a moment before remembering who Lin Xi was. He was the male supporting actor from his previous drama, a tall and sunny guy who fit the popular puppy type.

“Yeah, I remember. What about him?” Xie Wanxing asked.

Zhao Jinghua said, “Ever since he worked with you, he’s been acting strange. He came to me, circling around, saying he wants to be with you. Not for your money or resources, just to have a chance with you in bed.”

Xie Wanxing almost choked on his own saliva.

Frowning, he thought, aren’t today’s young celebrities too wild? Can you openly talk about these things?

“Enough, enough, you know me,” Xie Wanxing said. “Fu Wenshan and I only got together because of a series of coincidences. You can’t expect me to casually find another casual partner.”

Zhao Jinghua chuckled.

He glanced at Xie Wanxing, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn’t.

People like Xie Wanxing, clean and gentle, were rare in the industry. He had been with his husband Liang Yumu before entering this circle. Otherwise, who knows how the entertainment industry would have tainted him.

But Xie Wanxing was different. Since entering this circle, he had truly remained as clean and dazzling as a star.

Actually, Zhao Jinghua was a bit worried about Xie Wanxing’s nature. Could he really just treat Fu Wenshan as a casual partner?

But Xie Wanxing was a grown adult in his twenties. He had the right to do whatever he wanted.

After spending some time in Zhao Jinghua’s room, Xie Wanxing returned to his own.

Before going to bed, he glanced at his phone. Fu Wenshan hadn’t messaged him.

He didn’t find it strange. After all, they were just casual partners. Even if they were close skin-to-skin, they were essentially strangers once they got out of bed.

But as he put his phone back on the bedside table and closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what Fu Wenshan was doing at that moment.