Chapter 67

Even when Xie Fuyi locked the bedroom door with a sweep of his robes, Bai Wuluo still effortlessly opened it.

He walked to the bedside, slender fingers unfastening Xie Fuyi’s clothes. Observing the bright marks on the sleeping figure’s fair skin, Bai Wuluo’s dark eyes grew cold and solemn. Despite being mentally prepared, seeing it for real still felt piercing.

His fingers stubbornly sought to erase the marks, murmuring to himself, “What must I do to make you belong only to me?”

“You promised to be with me forever, you’re mine…”

As Bai Wuluo’s fingers were about to move downward, his phone suddenly vibrated, a subordinate sending an urgent message.

Glancing at it, his expression immediately became grave. His gaze swept over Xie Fuyi on the bed with some unclear meaning before he slowly got up to answer the call.

Only after waiting for the door to be closed did Xie Fuyi slowly open his eyes.

He was speechless. None of the three original aggressors were reliable.

This messed-up situation, he needed to find a reason to quickly end his part and run away!

…

At tonight’s banquet, Mu Ziming was also present, but this time without Ye Yunshen accompanying him. He had barely managed to sneak in himself and found himself ignored in a corner.

He looked at Xie Fuyi, who was obviously being adored by everyone, yet his expression wasn’t joyful.

And then there was that farce—two powerful men fighting over him, exposing him naked to the eyes of the public.

Shame? Anger?

Mu Ziming’s expression was somewhat crazed—so, you were coerced, you didn’t want any of this, did you?

You must be troubled.

Let me help you get rid of them.

…

While Xie Fuyi was still in his dreams, on the other side, Xiao Yuanyan and Ye Yunshen also received messages simultaneously.

Someone anonymously exposed online that Xie Fuyi, the acclaimed male lead of a prominent director’s film, had been seducing several heirs of wealthy families by any means necessary, even frequenting nightclubs. Along with the expose were clear photos.

This explosive news quickly stirred up a storm on the internet.

The three men angrily stared at the circulating photos online—clearly only someone at tonight’s event could have taken them.

There was even a picture of Xie Fuyi outside the club, clearly someone who had been observing him for a long time.

“Find out who did this!” Xiao Yuanyan slammed his phone down, his sharp eyebrows filled with coldness. “I want the culprit identified within a day! I’ll make sure they can’t stay in City A anymore!”

Ye Yunshen immediately instructed the company’s PR team to intervene, taking down the hot topics and banning all discussions.

But the more they did this, the more it confirmed that there was a powerful figure behind Xie Fuyi.

Public opinion continued to ferment.

Bai Wuluo’s brows furrowed, staring at the picture of Xie Fuyi outside the club with disheveled clothes—that was the night he had threatened him.

To capture this picture, that person must have been in the club’s lobby that night.

“Retrieve all the surveillance footage, find out who dared to do this.” He instructed the person on the other end of the phone calmly. Then, after a pause, his tone turned incredibly fierce, “I want their hands.”

This person, he couldn’t bear to touch himself, yet dared to harm him?

…

The next morning, Xie Fuyi slowly opened his eyes.

Last night’s blow was too much; he had no inclination to follow the script anymore. Now, all he needed was a suitable opportunity to leave this world. And waking up now, he found out that someone had actually handed him that opportunity.

His spirits soared momentarily, and he quickly checked the progress of the plot.

After getting a rough idea of the situation, Xie Fuyi was stunned—had it come to the point where the protagonist turned into a malicious supporting character?

The other party’s presence was too weak; he had almost forgotten about them.

Nevertheless, he still thanked the other party for giving him the means to leave.

Xie Fuyi looked around for his phone but couldn’t find it. It seemed Bai Wuluo had taken it away fearing he would find out the news.

After freshening up and stepping out, Bai Wuluo had already prepared breakfast.

“Brother, have breakfast. Your assistant called earlier and said you don’t need to work today. Take a good rest for a couple of days.” His expression naturally carried a smile, except for a bit of fatigue around his eyes, indicating he probably hadn’t slept much last night.

Xie Fuyi pretended ignorance, just raising an eyebrow. “Wuluo, have you seen my phone? I can’t find it…”

Bai Wuluo paused for a moment in his actions. “Lost it? I thought I left it on the table. Let’s eat first; I’ll help you look for it later.”

Xie Fuyi could only nod, and as Bai Wuluo went to the kitchen to bring the food, he boredly turned on the TV.

Bai Wuluo heard something amiss from the inner room and quickly turned around.

But it was too late; the entertainment news broadcasted on the TV—

“Last night, the highly anticipated movie ‘Moonlight Like You’ lead actor Xie Fuyi was exposed with multiple indecent photos, with the informer claiming he had relations with different men…”

Xie Fuyi’s face instantly turned pale, gripping the remote tightly, his gaze fixed on the TV, lips trembling.

Bai Wuluo’s heart tightened, rushing forward to turn off the TV, grasping Xie Fuyi’s shoulder and leading him to the couch, comforting him repeatedly, “Brother, it’s okay. Trust me, this will be resolved in a couple of days. And these entertainment gossips are just baseless rumors…”

But Xie Fuyi trembled even more violently, his voice hoarse and dry as he struggled to speak, “What if… what if I say, these… are true?”

He did indeed have improper relations with these people, even if it wasn’t consensual. But the photos were real, the situation was real.

This was the most unacceptable thing for him.

Before, he could delude himself, but now, with such humiliating photos exposed to the public, judged by everyone…

Xie Fuyi’s face was full of despair and fragility, almost transparently pale as if he could disappear in the next moment.

Bai Wuluo felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart, unable to resist tightly embracing him, whispering, “Brother, don’t be afraid, I’m here. This isn’t your fault.”

“Wuluo…” Xie Fuyi’s touched hand wrapped around him tightly, with a great force, murmuring, “Now, besides you, I have nothing.”

In that fragile voice, there was endless reliance and confusion, as if Bai Wuluo was his entire world.

Bai Wuluo’s breath hitched, suddenly having an idea—this was an opportunity, an opportunity to completely keep him by his side.

He paused for a moment, tentatively suggesting, “Brother, since it’s not bearable here anymore, why don’t you come with me abroad? I have some industries there, enough for us to live comfortably.”

What’s even better was that there were no annoying bugs bothering him over there.

Xie Fuyi hesitated, “Go abroad? But, all the people I know are here… I don’t know anyone abroad…”

Bai Wuluo squinted, coaxing, “You still have me, Brother. I’ll always be by your side.”

Seeing Xie Fuyi still hesitating, he casually handed over Xie Fuyi’s phone, “Brother, your phone was under the couch.”

He had taken it away before to prevent him from seeing the messages, but now, Bai Wuluo wanted him to give up.

As soon as Xie Fuyi opened his phone, countless messages and missed calls popped up.

Among them, there were the most messages from Ye Yunshen and Xiao Yuanxi, all telling him not to worry, they would handle everything.

Then, Xie Fuyi opened his Scarf, and his fingers trembled instantly.

The affectionate words that usually proclaimed love for him had now turned into malicious insults, words as sharp as knives—

“Xfy is truly something else, appearing gentle and pure, but turns out to be a two-faced hypocrite!”

“No wonder he got such good resources when he debuted, turns out he begged for them in bed.”

“Doesn’t anyone find those few pictures particularly enticing? I’ve already relieved myself multiple times looking at them. Sigh, it’s great to be rich, I also want to play with xfy’s big thing.”…

With a “clap,” Xie Fuyi’s phone fell onto the carpet. His face was terrifyingly pale, nauseated to the point of retching.

“Brother!” Bai Wuluo hurriedly hugged him, took the phone with one hand, and held his trembling hand with the other, comforting him with lowered eyes, “Stop looking. Brother, don’t be afraid, I’m always on your side, I’ll always be with you.”

His low, solemn voice.

Xie Fuyi looked at him, the reddened corners of his eyes particularly prominent against his pale skin. The fingers clutching his sleeve were white-knuckled with force. “Wuluo…”

Watching him like this, Bai Wuluo’s heart ached, but deep down, he felt a hidden sense of satisfaction—this was it, to have him trust and rely on him alone.

…

With Xie Fuyi mentally shaken, Bai Wuluo coaxed him into resting, telling him not to dwell on things too much. Meanwhile, he arranged for their plane tickets.

Regardless of how stormy things got in China, as long as he could take Xie Fuyi away from all of it, leaving only the two of them.

But before that, he needed to teach those who dared to harm Xie Fuyi a lesson.

…

In the evening, Bai Wuluo received some news from his subordinates. He glanced at Xie Fuyi’s closed bedroom door and then walked to the balcony to make a call.

“Found anything?” he casually asked, his voice cold and ruthless, “Who took those pictures of Xie Fuyi at the Starlight Club that night?”

There was some response from the other end.

“Mu Ziming?” Bai Wuluo raised his voice, then paused as he recalled who that was. His black eyes turned icy, and he spoke coldly, “Anyone who dares to touch my belongings without permission will pay the price, I’ll break his hands. Keep the surveillance footage from the Starlight Club for now. I’m about to take him out of the country. Once we settle abroad, we’ll release the footage to expose the truth…”

With a “clap,” the sudden sound of a glass falling and shattering echoed.

Bai Wuluo’s heart skipped a beat, swiftly turning around, only to see Xie Fuyi’s slender figure standing quietly in the living room, broken glass shards at his feet.

Bai Wuluo stiffened all over, his voice hoarse, “Brother?”