Originally, Baili Xiao had planned to investigate Deng Zirui’s true nature late at night when everything was quiet. However, after much deliberation, he ultimately decided to give up on the idea. Upon calming down and thinking carefully, he realized that even if Deng Zirui was indeed tied to the Lone Wolf Seven Stars, it might not necessarily mean he posed a direct threat. Although their brief eye contact had revealed some hidden meaning in Deng Zirui’s gaze, the nature of those born under the Lone Wolf Seven Stars was inherently shadowy and unpredictable, not necessarily targeting him specifically.

Perhaps, as Yu Jinghao had suggested, Deng Zirui was simply a cunning and flirtatious person. He had scrutinized Baili Xiao but had also shown courtesy by stepping aside for him. While Deng Zirui might have ulterior motives, at this moment, Baili Xiao couldn’t think of any reason why Deng would bear him any personal grudge.

With that thought, he began to relax slightly. Baili Xiao glanced up, gazing at the slowly converging Northern Seven Stars, and suddenly had a realization. He calculated and realized it had already been four months since he arrived in this world.

In this world, many people disliked the number four, believing it to be unlucky due to its phonetic similarity to the word for “death.” However, in fact, four was an auspicious number, symbolizing stability and hope. In his previous world, people often chose the fourth or fourteenth day of the month for weddings or house-moving, believing it to bring good fortune. For reasons unknown, Baili Xiao suddenly had the urge to move houses.

He had already signed a contract with Huanyu Entertainment, completed the filming for the GW endorsement, and was currently working on *Chang’an*. Although the large final payment had not yet arrived, he had received a considerable deposit. Combined with his previous savings from his time as Baili Xiao, renting a more convenient and spacious apartment with a monthly rent of around 20,000 yuan wouldn’t be too much of a financial burden.

He wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt the urge to move, but living by instinct had always been his natural way of navigating life. The old house left behind by the body’s original owner, though well-located, didn’t adhere to any principles of feng shui. When Baili Xiao had first awakened in this body, his initial thought wasn’t “Where am I?” but rather, “This house is so poorly designed,” with its front door facing the bathroom—a setup that was extremely inauspicious and dark.

…

The next morning, at 7:00 a.m.

The sound of the doorbell woke Baili Xiao from a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and stared at the elaborate carvings on the ceiling for a while before gradually regaining his awareness, remembering he was in a hotel. Grabbing his phone, he checked the time, and just as the screen unlocked, a WeChat message from Yu Jinghao popped up.

“Are you up? I’m outside.”

What on earth… seven o’clock…

Baili Xiao sighed in exasperation. Dealing with a CEO wasn’t as simple as handling a manager. Even though Yu Jinghao valued him, he still needed to maintain a sense of professional decorum as an employee. Resigning himself to his fate, he ruffled his hair and went to the living room to open the door for Yu Jinghao.

“Morning! Uh…” Yu Jinghao cheerfully greeted him, but his voice trailed off as his eyes fixated on Baili Xiao’s chest. Following his gaze, Baili Xiao realized that his robe had come undone during his sleep, revealing a rather bare chest.

“…” He immediately tightened his robe, shooting Yu Jinghao an irritated look. “I wasn’t wrong yesterday—you’re seriously too flirtatious.”

Yu Jinghao smiled unabashedly. “And I wasn’t wrong either. I only get flirtatious around you.”

Baili Xiao was rendered speechless. When a CEO who seemed cool and proper started acting shameless, there really was nothing anyone could do. Leaving Yu Jinghao standing in the living room, Baili Xiao went to quickly wash up. When he came back out, he said, “By the way, if I plan to move, do you have any apartment recommendations?”

“Move?”

“Yeah, somewhere in the second or third ring. A hotel-style apartment with good security. It doesn’t need to be too big, but it should have good natural light and good feng shui.”

“What do you mean by ‘good feng shui’?” Yu Jinghao asked curiously.

Baili Xiao thought for a moment. “There are many details, but generally speaking, the building should face north-south, and avoid major taboos like having the front door facing a bathroom.”

“Hmm…” Yu Jinghao considered this, then nodded. “Leave it to me. I’ll have my assistant gather a few options for you to check out.”

Baili Xiao nodded in thanks, then began browsing the hotel’s breakfast menu. After learning that he and Yu Jinghao would be staying the night at the hotel, his manager had frantically contacted Yu Jinghao’s personal assistant, compiling a lengthy “CEO’s Preferences Guide” for Baili Xiao. He had been woken in the middle of the night by the email notification, and though groggy, he’d glanced through it and immediately felt his hair stand on end from how nauseatingly detailed it was. Although he had deleted the email as quickly as possible, the one sentence at the top, bolded and underlined in red, had left a deep impression on his sleep-deprived brain.

Yu Jinghao loves strawberries.

Naturally, Baili Xiao marked the strawberry-flavored pancakes on the menu and casually asked, “Do you want fresh strawberries with that?”

Yu Jinghao froze for a moment, clearly surprised. “How did you know I like strawberries?”

Baili Xiao glanced at him. “Your assistant told me.”

Yu Jinghao’s expression became very subtle at Baili Xiao’s response. He muttered quietly, “I see, whatever works.”

Baili Xiao nodded, just about to mark the strawberry option when, all of a sudden, the person beside him shot up from his seat. Yu Jinghao awkwardly patted his head, and then, to Baili Xiao’s surprise, even took his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

Suppressing the discomfort welling up inside, Baili Xiao tried to maintain a calm gaze as he looked at Yu Jinghao. “What are you doing?”

The CEO’s face was glowing with a faint happiness. “Xiao, do you… maybe like me, too?”

Baili Xiao: “???”

Yu Jinghao’s smile grew even more radiant. “You must’ve specifically asked my assistant about my preferences, right? He’s super reserved and would never proactively tell someone such trivial things.”

Baili Xiao felt a wave of exasperation crash over him and forced an awkward smile. “No… uh… If we must follow this line of logic, it’s not that I like you.”

“Then who?”

“Mr. Mike.”

“…”

Baili Xiao smiled faintly as he watched the dejected CEO and couldn’t help but throw in another jab: “To be honest, it’s quite unlikely I’d fall for a mere mortal.”

The always image-conscious CEO rolled his eyes dramatically.

…

The charity gala had come to a close, and the event’s exposure on Weibo was huge. Despite the star-studded guest list, Baili Xiao, a rookie, surprisingly garnered significant attention. Walking the red carpet alongside Yu Jinghao, they were captured from every angle—front, side, back—with high-definition photos detailed enough to zoom in and see individual strands of hair. In each shot, Baili Xiao looked flawless, sculpted from any perspective, and the prestigious CEO by his side only added to the allure. The gossip-loving internet users had already begun pairing Baili Xiao with the company president, spinning stories left and right. Amusingly, his sneaky manager Mike didn’t intervene at all, instead offering a sheepish explanation: “You two are bound to be linked eventually. Since the public image is positive, it’s not a bad idea to start laying the groundwork early.”

Baili Xiao was speechless. He couldn’t care less about the online chatter, but after landing back in Beijing, Yu Jinghao suddenly handed him a script for a film adaptation of *The Little Prince*.

It was yet another attempt to transform a whimsical fairy tale into a live-action movie. Normally, a high-budget project like this would be reserved for top-tier stars, far beyond Baili Xiao’s reach, no matter how popular he was. Yet, as soon as they settled into the van after landing, Yu Jinghao casually checked in about the progress of *Chang’an* and, with the same nonchalant tone one might use to discuss lunch, said: “Oh, I’m planning to invest in a movie—*The Little Prince*. Are you interested?”

Baili Xiao was initially stunned. Although he hadn’t been in this world long, he knew the story well. “Who would I be playing?” he asked.

“The Little Prince, of course,” Yu Jinghao replied, baffled. “Who else? The rose?”

“This…” Baili Xiao hesitated, any excitement overshadowed by the doubt creeping onto his face. He thought for a moment and asked, “When I first joined the company, I heard people talking about this script. Even Mike mentioned it. I remember it was intended for Dai Jue.”

Yu Jinghao chuckled lightly. “Dai Jue, huh? Lately, his luck has been poor, losing favor with the public. He’s no longer suited for the big screen.”

Baili Xiao was shocked. While Dai Jue had indeed faced some setbacks recently, he was still the youngest actor ever nominated for Best Actor. What did Yu Jinghao mean by “no longer suited for the big screen”? Was he planning to blacklist Dai Jue?

Noticing Baili Xiao’s reaction, Yu Jinghao explained, “Don’t think of me as a villain. I’m not shelving him out of spite—he’s just become too restless. Even if I don’t cut ties with him, it won’t be long before he betrays me.”

“Is he looking for another agency?”

“I can’t say for sure. His wings have grown, and it’s possible he wants to start his own studio. If he is looking for a new agency, he’ll likely head to Xing. Besides Huanyu, they’re the only ones capable of accommodating a star of his stature.” Yu Jinghao sneered but quickly returned to a neutral expression, turning to Baili Xiao. “But don’t think I’m offering you this role as a backup. I’ve been considering you for *The Little Prince* for a while. You share a certain vibe with the character—this role will solidify your image while expanding your range. It’s a great opportunity for your career.”

The agent sitting beside them barely dared to breathe, though internally he was rolling his eyes: **Never seen a company CEO push a lead role this hard. My artist isn’t just Huanyu’s top star; he’s practically royalty.**

Baili Xiao wasn’t interested in getting involved in internal company conflicts. From his perspective, there was no need to waste energy on a star in decline. He nodded in agreement. Yu Jinghao then added, “By the way, you’re returning to the set tomorrow, right? My assistant found a feng shui master to help you select a new apartment. I have a meeting in the afternoon, but in the evening, I’ll take you to check it out.” He turned to Mike with a casual expression and asked, “Are you coming along?”

Knowing when to bow out, Mike quickly shook his head like a rattling drum. “No, no, I don’t actually care about my artist’s well-being as much as I pretend to.”

Yu Jinghao nodded approvingly. “Honest and not sycophantic. I like that.”

…

That evening, Yu Jinghao arrived as promised to take Baili Xiao to view the apartment. It was located in a high-end international residence in the heart of the second ring. The feng shui of the place was meticulously considered—every detail matched Baili Xiao’s requirements. The security was top-notch, the apartment fully furnished with the latest amenities, and the bedroom featured a full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, perfect for stargazing. After inspecting it thoroughly, Baili Xiao was generally satisfied, though the price was steep.

“How is it?” Yu Jinghao asked, clearly pleased with himself. “I rushed them to get it done in just a day. Not bad, right? All the furniture and appliances are brand new. You can move in with nothing but your luggage.”

Baili Xiao nodded in thanks, but as he turned around, he suddenly spotted a huge object near the floor-to-ceiling window. Three black lines seemed to drop across his forehead. “What… is that?”

“A telescope!” Yu Jinghao’s pride practically radiated from him. “Surprised? Unexpected? Moved? You love stargazing, right? Now you can do it as much as you want.”

Baili Xiao was at a loss for words. He glanced at Yu Jinghao with a look of pity, holding back what was sure to be dismissed as another “edgy” comment by the CEO. After a long pause, he sighed heavily. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me, as long as you’re happy.”

“…”

Baili Xiao couldn’t help but wonder how he could politely explain to Yu Jinghao that he was genuinely a descendant of divine beings and not just some stargazing teenager. If this misunderstanding continued, he might just go mad—though, even knowing how intelligent and emotionally savvy Yu Jinghao was, sometimes Baili Xiao couldn’t help but think, **How is he such a genius, yet still such an idiot?**

Baili Xiao walked around the apartment, inspecting everything. Pots, pans, dishes—everything was in place. After some mental calculations, he realized that all he really needed to bring were his clothes. It was incredibly convenient.

“Don’t rush,” Yu Jinghao said, still in that serious tone. “Didn’t you post yesterday that today’s not an ideal day for moving? Just go back to your place for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll get someone to help you move everything over. No need to worry about a thing.”

Baili Xiao glanced at him and chuckled. “And you said you weren’t superstitious. You’ve practically memorized the daily fortune posts I put up.”

Yu Jinghao gave a knowing smile, not saying much. He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine, prepared ahead of time. “Let’s celebrate. You got that black pearl. And you can finally explain to me the ‘scientific reasoning’ behind your ability to pull off a six-digit lottery win with your eyes closed.”

Baili Xiao smiled as well. “No science to it. I just have good luck. And if you want a reason… I guess I should thank you for sharing some of your fortune with me that day.”

“I don’t recall feeling any more unlucky afterward.”

“Of course not.” Baili Xiao took a sip of the wine. Yu Jinghao had a refined taste; the wine, as expected, was top-tier. He gazed into Yu Jinghao’s sharp, dark eyes and said softly, “I have the ability to either take someone’s luck or share it. While the latter doesn’t benefit me as much as the former, I don’t usually harm anyone unless they’ve wronged me.”

“So we’re sharing our fortunes?”

“Not quite.” Baili Xiao shook his head, looking a bit puzzled. “Based on the energy I’ve gained, it seems like I should’ve taken part of your fortune. But… your luck hasn’t changed at all. You’re quite the enigma.”

“What’s wrong?” Yu Jinghao asked expectantly.

Baili Xiao licked his lips. “It tastes kind of… poisonous.”

“…”

That night, Baili Xiao couldn’t remember exactly what he and Yu Jinghao talked about. They seemed to have discussed a bit of everything. He thought to himself, Yu Jinghao must be the best at picking wine in the world. The wine he brought always made him lose control, and before he knew it, he had downed several glasses.

Baili Xiao felt like he had never talked this much before. He rambled on about the little black cat he used to raise, reminisced about the beautiful sunsets in Baili Valley, and even complained about the recent misfortunes and foolish people he had encountered.

For the most part, Yu Jinghao listened quietly, watching him intently. When Yu Jinghao listened seriously, his black eyes seemed even clearer than the black pearl Baili Xiao had captured in a photo—so clear that it was easy to get lost in them. After staring into those eyes for a long time, Baili Xiao suddenly smiled and said, “I think I know why your fortune is so abundant.”

“Why?” Yu Jinghao’s voice was husky.

“Deep-sea black pearls are the most auspicious things in the world, and your eyes are like a pair of rare deep-sea black pearls.”

Yu Jinghao couldn’t help but laugh. “Can I take that as you flirting with me?”

Baili Xiao froze for a moment, then—rare for him—rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Ignorant mortal.”

“…”

After his fifth glass of wine, it was already midnight. Baili Xiao leaned against the sofa, trying to stay awake as he posted his daily fortune prediction on Weibo, but the alcohol soon took over, and he felt himself getting drowsy.

Yu Jinghao, who had been sitting beside him, seemed to make a sudden decision. He stood up quickly and helped Baili Xiao to his feet. “You’re drunk. I’ll take you home.”

“Mm…” Baili Xiao licked his lips. The more intoxicated he became, the clearer his gaze seemed, like a silver-coated film over his eyes, gleaming brightly in the dimly lit room.

His clear eyes, the scattered focus in his gaze, his skin pale like jade, and his blood-red lips—it all made Yu Jinghao’s heart race.

“You’re taking me home?” Baili Xiao asked.

“Yes.”

“Why do you always take me home? You’re the CEO.”

Yu Jinghao didn’t answer. He just helped Baili Xiao to his feet. Even drunk, the man smelled good—no stench of alcohol, just the fragrant aroma of wine. Yu Jinghao couldn’t help but think of how people on Weibo compared Baili Xiao to an exiled immortal. Baili himself always acted as if he weren’t a mere mortal. Maybe they were right. This young man beside him really was too perfect, too ethereal to be part of the common world.

He was like a small god, riding in on Halley’s Comet, suddenly appearing in Yu Jinghao’s life. And ever since, Yu Jinghao’s heart had become more and more chaotic.

As he looked at Baili Xiao’s sleepy, half-closed eyes, Yu Jinghao felt a mix of sweetness and sadness in his heart.

Maybe Baili Xiao really was a demigod. Every one of his fortune predictions had come true. Maybe Yu Jinghao really was under the influence of the Red Luan star, and he had indeed fallen for the person in front of him.

But that realization brought him a sense of sorrow. This person was so perfect that it made Yu Jinghao, who had always been proud, feel inferior and anxious. His emotions were completely out of control, like a child’s. His wealth, status, and knowledge seemed worthless in front of this person. All he could offer was his true heart, but even then, he feared rejection.

Yu Jinghao felt a strange sense of comfort. At least he could believe that what Baili Xiao had said was true—that he was destined to be noble, aligned with the stars. Because if that were the case, at least in Baili Xiao’s worldview, they were a match.

—Even if Baili Xiao’s every word and action reminded him that he would never return those feelings.

As the night deepened, Yu Jinghao’s black Porsche drove silently down the road. He kept glancing at the sleeping young man beside him, his emotions surging in waves, all bottled up in his chest.

Love, hard to express. Even though he had joked about liking him several times, Baili Xiao had never taken it seriously.

…

By the time they arrived at Baili Xiao’s building, it was already past 1 a.m. The night breeze was cool, and Baili Xiao was slowly sobering up. Yu Jinghao insisted on walking him upstairs, and Baili Xiao thought that, since it was so late, no one would see them, so he didn’t object.

In the old apartment building, there wasn’t even an elevator. They climbed the stairs in silence, one after the other. When they reached the door, Baili Xiao pulled out his keys and unlocked it, just about to tell Yu Jinghao to head home. But then his nose twitched, and suddenly, he was wide awake.

“What’s wrong?” Yu Jinghao asked, turning slightly as he noticed something off about Baili Xiao’s expression.

“Someone’s been in here,” Baili Xiao said, pulling Yu Jinghao inside and turning on the lights.

The empty room showed no signs of anyone having been there. Yu Jinghao glanced around the small space; although it was old and cramped, it was tidy and didn’t look like it had been ransacked.

“Why do you say that?”

“The energy. The atmosphere in this room is off. An ordinary person with exceptionally mundane luck has come in, and they just left not long ago.” He paused for a moment, deep in thought, then continued, “That’s right, my car hasn’t been brought back since the last time I drove it to the office. They must have thought I wasn’t home.”

Yu Jinghao nodded, somewhat skeptical. “But… did you lose anything?”

Baili Xiao felt puzzled. There were no signs that the safe had been opened, and all the cash and cards were still there. The computer was also sitting intact on the coffee table. If it had been a thief, there were plenty of valuable items to take, yet nothing had been touched.

Baili Xiao felt utterly confused. He unconsciously began to open every drawer to check. After pulling out one seldom-used drawer and closing it again, he finally sensed that something was off.

“What is it?” Yu Jinghao asked. “Was there jewelry in there before?”

Baili Xiao thought for a couple of seconds, then his eyes widened suddenly.

The phone that belonged to the original owner of this body was missing.