Extra III: Chapter 134.1 – Drunk

<The Slayer> film crew returned and triumphed at the film festival, garnering praise. Despite intense competition, the production secured four nominations, ultimately winning Best Screenplay and Best Actor.

Before reaching the age of 29, Qin Chen transformed from a dual award-winning Film Emperor to a triple Golden Award Film Emperor, achieving a career grand slam.

As Qin Chen took the stage to deliver his acceptance speech, Xu Jian was engrossed in filming night scenes. Not only was he unable to attend the event, but he also didn’t have the time to watch the live broadcast.

Prior to the announcement of the results, Xu Jian was more nervous than Qin Chen, the nominee himself. When filming commenced, he reminded Zhu Liang to monitor the live broadcast and inform him of the outcome afterward.

Later, upon learning that Qin Chen had indeed won the award, Xu Jian immediately grabbed his phone to send him a congratulatory message. The other party’s response was prompt:

The only regret I have tonight is that you are not at my side.

[The only regret tonight is that you’re not by my side.]

After being together for a while, Qin Chen could effortlessly utter sweet nothings that might make others cringe. Oddly enough, Xu Jian found it endearing and responded:

[Kiss.jpg].

[Once I get back, let’s celebrate properly. I’ll invite Chen Dou Dou and Tang Li to join us.]

Qin Chen: [We can celebrate just the two of us first and then invite others later.]

This time, Xu Jian has been away for a month and a half due to filming, and Qin Chen sees it as a chance for a little reunion after the short separation, akin to a world with only the two of them.

Xu Jian: [How can a celebration with just the two of us? It’s not lively at all.]

Qin Chen: [Some ways of celebrating are meant for just the two of us. When there are too many people, it becomes a matter of morals and private life issues.]

Xu Jian instantly grasped the meaning behind Qin Chen’s “some ways of celebrating” and then replied: […]

Caught off guard, he was suddenly bumped in the waist by someone driving a car.

Xu Jian: [Is this starting again.jpg]

Qin Chen also responded with an emoji: [Stepped onto the bed and walked while holding onto the wall.jpg]

Unlike the prolific user of emojis, Xu Jian, Qin Chen rarely used anything other than Milk’s emoji. This led to the unintended effect of ‘if you don’t send it, it’s not a problem, if you send it, it’s a problem.’

After seeing Qin Chen’s emoji, Xu Jian couldn’t hold back and sprayed the water in his mouth. Staring at it for a while to make sure he wasn’t mistaken, he furrowed his brows. Realizing there might be more to the situation, he asked:

[Where did you get this emoji? Who sent it to you?]

Faced with Xu Jian’s aggressive questioning, Qin Chen smiled and sent a leisurely voice message:

“Don’t worry, it’s from the QingJian CP super talk.”

Xu Jian thought to himself, relieved that he hadn’t triggered any fan suspicions, and replied: […Mr. Qin, please keep a distance from fan activities.]

If the fans were to find out that Qin Chen actually browsed CP super talk, witnessing the shy and cautious little girls driving a car in front of them in the group discussions, they would probably be ashamed to death. Every day, either Qin Chen was driving the car or he was on the road to driving the car, causing the fans to be overwhelmed with embarrassment.

After all, there are quite a few explicit content and adult-themed discussions in the super talk.

Qin Chen: [The one who’s been diligently signing in with a little trumpet for over 300 days in the QingJian CP fan group is not me, Mr. Xu. You’re the one who should keep a distance from fan activities.]

Mr. Xu Jian, who thought he had hidden his number so deeply that no one but himself knew about it: [!

Thinking that his little trumpet was well-hidden and known only to himself, Xu Jian exclaimed: [!!!]

Xu Jian: [You even know about my little trumpet!]

Qin Chen: [I happened to see it last time when you called me to answer the phone while you were in the shower. Ignorance is bliss, but one glance was a shock. I had no idea that you were Mrs. X]

Mrs. X, with the Weibo handle ‘x-‘, earned the nickname within the CP circle for frequently posting short stories about the QingJian couple on her Weibo.

Mrs. X had a few tens of thousands of fans, identified as female on Weibo. She only posted updates and never replied to comments or checked private messages, presenting an aloof demeanor.

Although Mrs. X’s stories often shattered the personas of both Qin Chen and Xu Jian, they were incredibly sweet. The kind of sweetness that drew in a large following, causing a flurry of excitement and squeals from fans every time she posted an update.

Mrs. X had such high recognition in the community that even Qin Chen had heard Xiao Nan read one of her stories aloud once. He truly hadn’t expected that his little ancestor at home was the “grain-producing” Mrs. X of the QingJian circle.

As it was well-known, Mrs. X didn’t shy away from “driving” in her stories, being a seasoned driver who frequently exceeded the speed limit.

Qin Chen’s revelation was akin to a public execution. Xu Jian wasn’t sure if the fans who knew Qin Chen browsed fan groups would be embarrassed or indignant. All he knew was that he was now feeling so ashamed that he was about to bid farewell to this beautiful world.

Xu Jian’s ears are burned, and chose to escape through filming, using the excuse that he has to work, hastily ending this seemingly friendly conversation.

Seeing Xu Jian toss the phone to him as if it were a hot potato, and observing his crimson face, Zhu Liang instantly understood— Oh, it seems Brother Xu is being teased by Brother Chen again.

…………

More than a week had passed since Qin Chen won the award. Xu Jian finally completed his current stage of work and hurriedly flew back to Nanfeng City to celebrate a certain someone’s victory.

Due to Qin Chen’s strong request, this celebration excluded Tang Li and Du Zechou this time, allowing the two of them to enjoy their two-person world.

The evening had a great atmosphere, and everyone was in high spirits. However, to avoid Qin Chen bringing up the topic of Mrs. X, during dinner, Xu Jian intentionally and unintentionally filled Qin Chen’s glass with wine. Qin Chen played along, accepting everything that came his way.

Having been together for so long, Xu Jian had never seen Qin Chen drunk. Initially, Xu Jian planned to capture some photos of him in an intoxicated state to have some leverage, preventing him from mentioning Mrs. X’s matter.

However, Xu Jian underestimated Qin Chen’s alcohol tolerance and overestimated his own capacity. Even though Qin Chen drank three times more than him, it turned out that he was the one who succumbed to the alcohol first.

Resting his head on the table, Xu Jian struggled to open his eyes and looked at Qin Chen. Then, with a wobbly hand, he pointed at Qin Chen and chuckled foolishly, “I have th-th-three boyfriends… hehe.”

Triple the joy.

Observing the thoroughly intoxicated Xu Jian, Qin Chen tilted his head back to finish the last sip of his drink. His face remained unblushing, and he raised an eyebrow with a smile, “Do you now have a clear understanding of the difference in our alcohol tolerance?”

In Xu Jian’s eyes, under the warm yellow light, Qin Chen smiled like a thousand-year-old fox, both bewitching and cunning. It not only made his heart skip a beat but also furrowed his brows. With hands on the table, Xu Jian swayed as he stood up, his tongue beginning to tie itself into knots, “N-no, I don’t have a… mouth…”

Saying ‘I’m not drunk’ turned into ‘I don’t have a mouth.'^[1]XJ mispronounced and said [嘴] ‘zuǐ’ instead of [醉] ‘zuì’ Qin Chen was amused by his antics. He got up and went over to support Xu Jian, who looked like he might have an intimate encounter with the floor at any moment.

Guiding the inebriated Xu Jian towards the bedroom, Qin Chen raised his hand and gently tugged at his face, both resigned and amused, “You clearly can’t handle alcohol, yet you drank so much.”

Taking a couple of unsteady steps, Xu Jian became displeased. In protest, he reached back and hugged the nearby Qin Chen, hanging onto him like a koala. Squinting, he fumbled and planted a couple of random kisses on Qin Chen’s face. Afterwards, he rested his head on Qin Chen’s shoulder, making cute noises, unwilling to let go.

Watching the person who was muttering about not being drunk while smearing his face with half-spilled drool, Qin Chen’s eyes softened. They stood like that, with Xu Jian clinging to him, leaning against the sofa.

After staring at the slightly muddled person for a few seconds, Qin Chen suddenly remembered an online joke and asked, “What is the password of your bank card?”