Wang Xiaoming naturally saw these videos too.

Perhaps due to initial bias, he couldn’t help but feel that the Yao Ren in the video exuded a sense of false innocence. He looked pretty sunny and clean, but it didn’t change his scheming nature.

Wang Xiaoming, the expert in spotting cunning behavior, immediately joined forces with Xie Wanxing in resentment, “GE, this is clearly just hype. This Yao Ren guy is obviously here to piggyback off Fu Ge! Fu Ge definitely doesn’t like him, and he’s not even that good-looking.”

He wasn’t just buttering up. Anyone could see that Xie Wanxing was ten thousand times better-looking than Yao Ren.

He was a little worried that Xie Wanxing might mind this trending topic. After all, those videos were really ambiguous. They could be interpreted as brotherly camaraderie or youthful infatuation.

Hyping CPs was all about mixing truth and fiction. It depended on whether the character setting was appealing enough and if the audience was willing to buy into it.

Xie Wanxing, however, casually remarked, “Who knows? Anyway, Fu Wenshan’s side will handle it. His manager isn’t a pushover either.”

There was no hint of jealousy or anger in Xie Wanxing’s tone. Instead, he sounded very calm, as if this were just some insignificant gossip, and he was just a bystander watching the spectacle.

Wang Xiaoming was dumbfounded for a moment, wondering whether Xie Ge actually minded or not. Or maybe, did he actually like Fu Wenshan, or did he not care at all?

For a moment, he couldn’t figure it out.

But Xie Wanxing ignored his probing gaze, stood up, and said, “I’m full. I’m going back to my room now. You should rest early too.”

Wang Xiaoming nodded hurriedly and reminded, “Ge, if you need anything, remember to call me.”

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Xie Wanxing returned to his room and flopped onto the bed, sulking like a child.

He wasn’t calm at all.

Actually, he hadn’t eaten much, purely because he was too upset to eat after reading that Weibo.

He tossed his phone onto the bedside table, out of sight, out of mind. But after a while, he involuntarily picked it up again and reopened Weibo.

The hashtag #FuWenshan_YaoRen# was still trending, and new information kept coming out. Marketing accounts and so-called bystanders were mixing together, releasing a lot of content, some true and some false.

Many of them were photos of Fu Wenshan and Yao Ren when they were trainees. Fu Wenshan always had a cool expression in the photos, and he liked wearing black, giving off a bit of a cold and rebellious vibe.

But in several photos of him and Yao Ren together, he was laughing heartily, his eyes full of vitality, with one hand resting on Yao Ren’s shoulder, both of their youthful faces looking at the camera together.

There were already people shipping them in the comments.

“Am I the only one who feels they had a thing? They met and grew up together in their youth. Fu seems indifferent to the world but gentle to you, while Yao is gentle to the world but only acts cute in front of you. Although they seem to have gone their separate ways now, they still care about each other! So interesting! Let me ship them first!!”

This comment was pinned as the top comment, and Fu Wenshan’s fans quickly came to control the situation, denying any relationship between Fu Wenshan and Yao Ren. But there were still many curious bystanders and professional internet users shipping CPs. Even the original post liked this comment, keeping it firmly in the top spot.

Xie Wanxing stared at that comment, almost swearing out loud in anger.

Yes, it’s just you and your cult!

What kind of shipping is this? What kind of CP is this? Look with your eyes wide open, the official partner is right here!

But just as he finished thinking this, he was stunned.

What kind of official partner was he?

To put it nicely, he was a temporary companion; to put it bluntly, he was just a friend with benefits.

When they first got together, they agreed it would be the simplest and most straightforward physical relationship, with no interference from each other.

Although he occupied the position next to Fu Wenshan’s pillow, not to mention the Yao Ren from many years ago, even if Fu Wenshan were to say now that he wanted to end their relationship, he wouldn’t be able to say “no”.

But now, he was in turmoil because of Yao Ren, acting like a narrow-minded boyfriend, nitpicking over Fu Wenshan’s past. It was as if he were jealous and wouldn’t allow anyone besides himself to have feelings for Fu Wenshan.

The screen of his phone went black.

He sealed away Fu Wenshan’s past with others.

But he curled up at the head of the bed, his phone thrown onto the bed, his head resting against his knees, staring blankly at the lamp on the bedside.

He finally dimly realized that something wasn’t quite right.

He was not Fu Wenshan’s official boyfriend, yet it seemed like he had truly reacted as one.

His heart suddenly felt sour, not as heart-wrenching as in novels, but more like a blunt knife cutting through flesh.

He lowered his head dispiritedly, burying it in his arms.

He suddenly really wanted to see Fu Wenshan.

He didn’t know if he had the right to ask.

So he greedily, naively hoped that Fu Wenshan would appear in front of him immediately and take the initiative to explain that Yao Ren had nothing to do with him.

But he waited and waited, and there was still no doorbell ringing at the entrance.

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Fu Wenshan sat in Jiang Han’s office.

The office was filled with smoke, most of it from Jiang Han.

He had just finished work for the day and was about to leave the company, but Jiang Han saw his name trending on Weibo and immediately called him back.

Jiang Han cursed loudly while smoking and scrolling through the messy stuff on Weibo, “Damn this shameless guy, he still has the nerve to stir things up. Watch me have the PR department wake him up and see who’s the boss!”

He was so angry that his liver hurt. Others might not know what kind of trash Yao Ren was, but he was well aware.

But when he looked up, he found that Fu Wenshan didn’t seem as angry as he was, instead he was very calm, still chatting with someone on his phone, as if he wasn’t the subject of the hot search.

Jiang Han couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and ask, “What’s up with you, why are you so calm, aren’t you angry?”

Fu Wenshan didn’t say anything, he was still replying to his friends in the group chat.

Not only Jiang Han was about to explode with anger, but his friends were also exploding.

These friends all knew about the past events, and they were cursing fiercely in the group chat, eager to take action and let the little white lotus know what darkness was.

After Fu Wenshan finished chatting, he turned off his phone and looked up at Jiang Han, “What’s there to be angry about.”

He said calmly, “Most of what he posted is true, as you know, I did consider him a teammate and a brother. I even thought about helping him out so he could do what he always wanted to do.”

Jiang Han’s face turned green.

He thought Fu Wenshan wasn’t planning to confront Yao Ren this time and couldn’t help but want to educate Fu Wenshan not to be softhearted, the entertainment circle was very dirty and complicated, Master Fu, you can’t be so naive.

But then he heard Fu Wenshan’s tone change, “But you also know. When we disbanded years ago, it was ugly. I haven’t dealt with him these years because he still had a final life-saving card with me, which was that he hadn’t used me for hype.”

But now, this card had finally been used.

Jiang Han finally understood what he meant, and couldn’t help but laugh a little.

He looked at Fu Wenshan, “Are you implying something?”

Fu Wenshan also lit a cigarette, amidst the haze of smoke, his brows slightly furrowed, his rugged face devoid of much expression, yet it inexplicably felt cold to others, “Deal with it however it needs to be dealt with. If you can’t handle even such a hot search, Jiang Han, you might as well forget about your bonus.”

Jiang Han was momentarily stunned, then he smiled. He had been waiting for this line.

He had plenty of means, but he was only worried that Fu Wenshan would consider their former camaraderie.

Since Fu Wenshan wasn’t going to dwell on this old sentiment, then he had nothing to worry about.

He waved his hand at Fu Wenshan with a smile, “Alright, you go back, get some sleep, practice your singing, and enjoy life. I guarantee that when you wake up tomorrow, Weibo will be a whole new world.”

Fu Wenshan didn’t stay any longer. He knew Jiang Han’s capabilities. Such a small matter couldn’t stump the top agent in the industry.

He went to the basement to get his car but didn’t rush to drive off.

He opened his phone, took a drag from his cigarette, and scrolled through a few Weibo posts.

He also saw the videos and photos Yao Ren had posted. The moments captured in those photos were indeed real.

They had really had a good relationship back then.

When he met Yao Ren, it was his most down-and-out time, having had a falling out with his family, coming to Huayin alone as a trainee, his first time living with others.

At that time, he was not only broke but also couldn’t change his spoiled young master’s temper, and he got into a fight with two other teammates as soon as he entered the dormitory.

Only Yao Ren was good to him, not only tolerating his spoiled temper but also helping him with laundry. Yao Ren would practice singing with him late at night on the balcony and even buy breakfast for him in the morning.

Later, his relationship with his teammates improved, but Yao Ren was always the most special one in his heart.

Because Yao Ren was good to him not when he was basking in the glory of being a young master of the Fu family but when he was penniless, just a destitute kid.

He no longer had that halo, becoming an ordinary person, but Yao Ren always said he was different, saying he shone brightly.

So when Yao Ren confessed to him later, although he was flustered, he instinctively feared hurting Yao Ren and was careful even in rejecting him.

Because no one would ever like him as Yao Ren did.

No one would be like Yao Ren, not caring about all those material possessions, simply being good to him.

He used to think that way.

Until Yao Ren abruptly left with the main sponsor and took away the song they had completed together.

Fu Wenshan frowned and threw his phone onto the passenger seat.

He felt like he was a big fool three years ago.

Feeling miserable, he drove out of the company.

Even the last bit of tolerance he had for Yao Ren had evaporated today.

This idiot Yao Ren had finally exhausted even the last shred of his sympathy.

Fu Wenshan drove towards Cuhe Bay. It was almost eleven o’clock now, and there were fewer cars on the road compared to during the day.

Halfway there, he suddenly saw a dim sum shop that Xie Wanxing liked, and it was still open.

He didn’t think too much, just parked the car and went down to get a portion.

But when he returned to Cuhe Bay with the dim sum, he found that the lights in Xie Wanxing’s house had already been turned off.

The villa looked very quiet, with only the lights in the garden still on, emitting a soft glow in the night.

Fu Wenshan hesitated for a while, but in the end, he didn’t disturb them, and carried the dim sum back to his own home.

After entering the house, he turned on the lights, sat on the sofa, and ate the dim sum.

As he ate, he thought about whether Xie Wanxing had gone to sleep or not, and his expression softened unconsciously.

Just now, his friends in the group chat were all agitated, eager to roll up their sleeves and teach Yao Ren a lesson, and they earnestly advised him that being soft hearted was not good.

Being soft hearted was a major taboo, unacceptable. Yao Ren people must be dealt with.

He didn’t even have time to say anything before messages flew swiftly in the group chat.

In the end, it was Li Siheng who spoke up.

“I don’t think Xiao Fu will let that little jerk off the hook this time. In the past, he didn’t deal with it because he didn’t care. But now it’s different, he has Xie Wanxing by his side. Isn’t that right, Xiao Fu? @Fu Wenshan”

Fu Wenshan gave Li Siheng a hundred and eighty likes.

My buddy Siheng, so wise and articulate.

Stupid. Only idiots would trend with Yao Ren.

The only trend he could accept right now, besides his own new song getting rave reviews.

Perhaps only the announcement of his relationship with Xie Wanxing.

He thought of this, then sighed again, feeling the dim sum tasteless in his mouth.

He did want to trend with Xie Wanxing, but whether Xie Wanxing was willing or not, he didn’t know.

He even had a subtle thought, wondering if Xie Wanxing had seen this trend, and if he felt jealous?

If he did, did it mean… Xie Wanxing also liked him a little?