“Zhou Yang?” He Chengyun pondered for a moment, vaguely recalling the name, “The Zhou Yang who was popular a few years ago, nominated for the Golden Horse Award?”

Song Mianfeng responded with a simple “Hmm.”

He Chengyun furrowed his brows, “I remember… he was exposed for having explicit photos.”

For an artist, this could be a fatal blow.

Although he later cleared his name, Zhou Yang’s career hadn’t been doing well in recent years. At least He Chengyun hadn’t seen much of his work.

Song Mianfeng chuckled, “So, Director He, you dare to film a same-sex theme, but not to use a protagonist who has been exposed for nude photos?”

“How people are in this circle, Director He, don’t you know?”

Where the water is clear, there are no fish.

The entertainment circle’s water had never been clean.

Zhou Yang became famous too easily when he was young and didn’t know how to restrain himself. His fans also harbored a lot of resentment, so after those photos were exposed, he was condemned and criticized, covered in mud.

A set of nude photos, nothing was shown that should have been hidden, the most revealing being a photo of his naked back. Yet, it was labeled with malicious tags like “kept man,” “selling flesh,” and “chaotic private life,” and everyone condemned him. That year, Zhou Yang was barely in his early twenties, just graduated from college, and had a promising future.

But it was all ruined.

Song Mianfeng took a sip of his drink, his tone somewhat cold, “Director He, have you seen those photos?”

He Chengyun replied, “I have.”

“From an aesthetic point of view, is it more about lust or beauty?”

He Chengyun suddenly smiled, “Those photos combined lust and beauty very beautifully.”

It was that kind of openness, openly displaying the beauty of his body, which was commendable. Conversely, it was the marketing accounts and keyboard warriors, standing in the darkness, with dark hearts and venomous tongues, dragging people down to hell.

At this point, He Chengyun paused, looked deeply at Song Mianfeng, and asked, “Mr. Song and Zhou Yang, are you close?”

“Not really,” Song Mianfeng said, “I’ve only seen a few of his plays and felt that he was wasting his talent, which was a pity.”

Fu Qingshan had been silent all this time, seeming a bit absent-minded. It wasn’t until he heard He Chengyun ask if he knew Zhou Yang that he snapped back to attention.

“…I do,” Fu Qingshan sighed almost imperceptibly, “He was also in the S Theatre.”

He Chengyun was somewhat surprised, “Are you classmates?”

Fu Qingshan nodded, his tone complicated, “Roommates.”

“What do you think of him?”

Fu Qingshan didn’t directly comment on Zhou Yang, just said, “In recent years, he has been performing in stage plays. If you are interested, you can go see one.”

“Do you have photos? Is he suitable for this role?” He Chengyun’s interest was piqued, and he put down his glass, picked up his phone, and wanted to search for Zhou Yang on Baidu.

The image of the young man in his memory had extremely handsome features. He wondered if the years had changed his appearance.

Fu Qingshan didn’t say anything, opened WeChat, Zhou Yang’s Moments, and casually opened a photo of him in an ancient costume.

Song Mianfeng glanced at it, then looked away, his face still calm.

There was a hint of amazement in He Chengyun’s eyes, and his tone was filled with admiration, “This appearance!”

He took the phone and repeatedly looked at several photos, almost unable to resist the urge to meet Zhou Yang in person right away.

“It’s perfect.”

Zhou Yang’s features were relatively delicate, fair skin, and he was slim. Wearing wide-sleeved robes, he looked like he was exuding an immortal aura, tall and elegant.

Just by looking at the photos, one could imagine him as an actor who withdrew from the entertainment circle due to online bullying. Time seemed to be extremely forgiving to him. After several years, Zhou Yang still had the appearance of a clean and youthful young man.

“This… Zhou Yang also has a twin sister?”

He Chengyun paused as he looked at a photo of him wearing a white robe skirt.

“That’s Zhou Yang,” Fu Qingshan explained, “He sometimes cross-dresses.”

He Chengyun raised his glass and took a drink, laughing, “Mysterious!”

He Chengyun filled his glass again, clinking it with Song Mianfeng’s, “Mr. Song, I toast to you.”

Song Mianfeng smiled and drank his glass, not saying much more.

With the main casting problem solved, He Chengyun was happy and couldn’t help but drink a bit more.

Song Mianfeng also drank quite a bit.

As the guests left one by one and He Chengyun was sent off, Fu Qingshan sat down next to Song Mianfeng and had a drink with him. “How long are you going to help him?”

Song Mianfeng’s eyes were hazy with drunkenness. When he smiled, there was a hint of charm in the corners of his eyes and brows, “Help who?”

Fu Qingshan looked at him, somewhat helpless in his tone, “You’ve had too much to drink.”

With a faint “Hmm,” Song Mianfeng suppressed the drunkenness in his heart, unlocked his phone with his fingerprint, and tossed it to Fu Qingshan, “Call Lu Yin Zhen.”

Finding Lu Yin Zhen’s name wasn’t difficult. It was the first one in the contacts list. Fu Qingshan raised an eyebrow and dialed the number.

The call was quickly answered, and a deep voice came from the other end, softly saying, “Hello?”

With just one word, Fu Qingshan somehow sensed the good mood of the person who answered the phone.

“Hello.” Fu Qingshan glanced at Song Mianfeng and spoke in a calm tone, “I’m a friend of Mian Feng’s. He’s had too much to drink. Mr. Lu, could you come and pick him up?”

Lu Yin Zhen got straight to the point, “Address?”

“At the convention center. Just call Mianfeng when you arrive.”

“Got it.”

Being in the entertainment industry, Fu Qingshan had seen many beautiful people, and he himself had a very attractive appearance.

However, upon seeing Lu Yin Zhen, Fu Qingshan suddenly understood a term—divine beauty.

Suppressing the astonishment in his eyes, Fu Qingshan handed Song Mianfeng over to him. Suddenly, he had the feeling that he was marrying off a daughter.

Nestled in a warm embrace, Song Mianfeng raised his eyelids to take a glance, confirming that it was the person he had been mentioning. He contentedly nestled on the man’s shoulder and called out softly, “Lu Yin Zhen.”

Lu Yin Zhen tightened his grip on his hand, placing it on his waist. “Hmm,” he responded.

These two, if someone said there was nothing between them, who would believe it?

Fu Qingshan felt more and more like he was marrying off a daughter, unable to bear it. He waved his hand quickly and said, “You take him home. My assistant is waiting for me. I’ll leave first.”

After saying this, Fu Qingshan left, walking very quickly, as if his assistant were really waiting for him.

Lu Yin Zhen glanced down at Song Mianfeng and sighed softly, “How did you get so drunk?”

Song Mianfeng replied, “Happy.”

“Happy about what?”

“Happy…” With the words on his lips, Song Mianfeng suddenly turned his head and kissed his cheek, then smiled, “Happy that you came to pick me up.”

Clearly, Lu Yin Zhen came to pick him up because Song Mianfeng had drunk too much, but Song Mianfeng said he was happy because Lu Yin Zhen came to pick him up. He had drunk too much.

The causality was reversed, leaving Lu Yin Zhen somewhat helpless. He didn’t want to argue with Song Mianfeng about taking advantage of him while he was drunk. Instead, he helped him into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and then reached out to touch his forehead.

“You…” Lu Yin Zhen sighed softly, with a smile in his tone. “I can’t do anything with you.”

In the car, Song Mianfeng fell asleep.

He had really drunk too much, barely holding onto consciousness, and completely dissipating when Lu Yin Zhen hugged him.

He didn’t wake up even when he got home.

Lu Yin Zhen had never been in good health since he was a child. Although he tried to exercise, his foundation was weak. It was quite a hassle to send Song Mianfeng back home, change him into clean pajamas, and tuck him into bed.

After giving him sobering soup, changing him into clean clothes, and tucking him in, Lu Yin Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt soaked with sweat.

Song Mianfeng was exceptionally well-behaved when he was drunk, not causing any trouble. Now, lying on the bed, breathing steadily, he slept quietly, which calmed Lu Yin Zhen’s heart.

Thinking of the kiss Song Mianfeng had given him, Lu Yin Zhen chuckled softly, reaching out to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over the Song Mianfeng’s quiet forehead and planting a kiss.

“It’s only fair.”

How could a businessman let himself suffer losses?

…

Song Mianfeng slept until he woke up naturally.

Opening his eyes to the familiar surroundings, he found himself in neat and clean pajamas, just like every morning when he woke up.

The only difference was the camera bag placed on the desk and the faint headache from the hangover.

Glancing at his phone, Lu Yin Zhen’s “good morning” message was at the top of the chat window. Song Mianfeng replied with a voice message, “Good morning.”

His voice sounded a bit hoarse when he first woke up, ambiguous to the extreme, “Thank you for sending me home last night.”

After sending the message to Lu Yin Zhen, Song Mianfeng went to take a shower.

He didn’t have any work arrangements for today, so he didn’t plan to go to the studio.

He called the housekeeping service to come and clean the house, cooked himself some noodles leisurely, then turned on his computer, connected the camera, and exported the photos he had taken yesterday.

After finishing the edits, he packaged them and sent them to Lu Changyin. Song Mianfeng opened Weibo and checked the hot topics.

As expected, the number one hot topic was #Lu Changyin and Li Juansheng’s wedding#. Although neither of the main characters had posted anything about the wedding on Weibo, the media had released quite a bit of side information, enough to make fans rejoice.

The most amusing thing was the hot topic #Xia Chunjian, the eternal goddess#. Song Mianfeng clicked on it and saw that a media outlet had posted a photo of the guests. Xia Chunjian was standing among a group of young stars, completely unrecognizable as someone in her forties, but the heavy use of Photoshop was evident. Song Mianfeng recalled the face he had seen yesterday and couldn’t help but scoff at the exaggeration of this eternal goddess.

Scrolling down, he found that Xia Chunjian did indeed intend to make a comeback. She had already accepted TV dramas, using Lu Changyin’s wedding to hype herself up. Whether she was smart or foolish could be debated.

But since they were all part of the Lu family, outsiders didn’t have a say in this matter.

Song Mianfeng refreshed the page and saw Lu Changyin’s new Weibo post. It was the photo he had just sent over, so he reposted it and commented with a “Congratulations.”

Then he logged out of Weibo and checked WeChat.

Still no reply.

It was quite annoying.

Song Mianfeng hadn’t felt this eager for someone to reply to his messages in a long time. It was like holding a good hand of cards and instead of casually throwing them out, as he used to do, he now wanted to throw out all the cards he had and offer his clean heart with both hands.