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He Tiao thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep, given that there was a practically stranger lying beside him.
The current situation was different from that night; there was no impatience with plum wine involved.
Chi Yizhen turned over, probably finding the nightlight a bit bothersome, and mumbled, “Can you turn off the light?”
His voice was very soft, almost like a murmur, and the viewers watching the livestream couldn’t hear it. They only saw He Tiao reach out to turn off the nightlight on the bedside table.
Even though the one-room apartment in the old residential building had been somewhat decorated, it wasn’t all that great. After all, the ceiling and the walls were peeling, and no one knew when a piece might fall off.
The curtains weren’t fully drawn, allowing some daylight to seep in from outside. Perhaps the autumn breeze was a bit restless, causing the corners of the curtains to flutter.
Chi Yizhen wrapped himself in the blanket, shifted closer to the wall, and inadvertently took over half of He Tiao’s side.
He Tiao:…
He started to feel a bit more awake.
Was the weather really this cold now?
The bedding on the bed was provided by the production team. Although they claimed that the guests could arrange it themselves, there wasn’t much choice available, and any additional decorations or changes required the guests to spend their own pocket money.
However, there was an extra blanket on the bed, left behind by Chi Yizhen. He seemed to be conscious of his sleeping habits and had deliberately placed it at the edge of the bed.
As the night grew late, the number of viewers in the livestream room decreased.
However, those who stayed up late had a morbid curiosity, and they kept hopping between three livestream rooms.
The most exciting part of the late-night show became the guests, who had been married for seven years and were on the brink of divorce, and they were still arguing at this hour.
[I’m so tired, but I want to keep watching. When will the production team switch the feed?]
[I went to the neighboring room and came back. The real couple is really fighting.]
[In the neighboring room, Li Zhenhe and Liu Rumen are still lying in bed, awkwardly chatting, it’s hilarious.]
[does E-god’s room has such a small bed, or are the two men just too big?]
[It’s not that! Look at Chi Yizhen, he’s curled up into a ball. I can only see his head, and he’s almost stuck in the corner of the wall.]
[Sleeping together under a big blanket feels really cold.]
The production team didn’t keep the livestream going for much longer. The post-production team was divided into several groups, working through the night to edit the content from the first day to be ready for the next day’s release.
Chi Yizhen drifted in and out of sleep, haunted by the tragic life of the original host.
Sheng Xin was the root of most of his nightmares, and the death of Chi Yiming had left scars deep enough to affect this new soul.
Though Chi Yizhen hadn’t met Sheng Xin in person yet, he had encountered him many times in his dreams.
The first time they met in his dream, Chi Yizhen and Sheng Xin were still students. Despite some family connections, they had no real bond. Chi Yizhen regarded Sheng Xin as just another friend. However, in his dreams, Chi Yizhen saw things differently. Sheng Xin’s gaze was predatory, as if he wanted to devour Chi Yizhen.
Later, Chi Yizhen had asked Sheng Xin about it. Sheng Xin had nonchalantly shown him a video where he and You Yuxing were involved in an intimate act. You Yuxing and Chi Yizhen had striking similarities, with their profiles almost indistinguishable.
Chi Yizhen had been forced to witness a troubling scene, and he was speechless. By then, the Chi family had already crumbled, and their remaining resources were divided among those who seized the opportunity. The instigator had audaciously extended an invitation, asking him to negotiate.
Chi Yizhen hadn’t wanted to attend, but Sheng Xin had threatened him with Chi Yiming. His father had jumped off a building, and his mother was in the intensive care unit. The family had fallen into disarray, and Chi Yizhen had managed to remain stable, all thanks to Chi Yiming.
However, Chi Yiming had been too busy with the immense problems that needed fixing. He knew someone had sabotaged things, and at that time, there seemed to be no way out.
Chi Yizhen could only work behind the scenes with the help of Chen Linan.
At that time, the original host had thought, “Things will get better. At least, I still have my big brother.”
But even his big brother was in danger.
Chi Yiming had gone missing, even though he had promised to return in three days.
“Is it only at times like this that you’ll deign to look at me?”
Sheng Xin pushed You Yuxing away, who was covered in scars but had grown accustomed to this kind of dominance. You Yuxing hung his head and left.
Sheng Xin put on his coat, his bare chest still bearing ambiguous marks.
He had an ordinary appearance and a very average voice. Even though he had a good physique, among a group of wealthy heirs, he wasn’t particularly outstanding.
When people mentioned Sheng Xin, they often remarked on his good fortune to be born into the flourishing Shengshi Group, making him a true heir. There was nothing else noteworthy about him.
In fact, Sheng Xin lacked any distinguishing qualities that would be memorable, even in the original host’s memory. His only notable feature was his title.
They didn’t belong to the same social circles, and Sheng Xin appeared to have no particular hobbies, making him a thoroughly uninteresting individual.
The meeting room was chilly, and the coldness cut to the bone.
Chi Yizhen shifted his gaze and asked, “Did you take my brother with you?”
Sheng Xin sneered and said, “You’re always thinking about your brother. He’s not even your real brother.”
He only had the advantages of physique and height, and he stood imposingly in front of Chi Yizhen. Sheng Xin pinched Chi Yizhen’s chin, and his voice dripped with dominance, “Do you like Chi Yiming?”
The chilling air from the dream seemed to seep into Chi Yizhen’s waking body. In that moment, he couldn’t distinguish between the dream and reality, and Sheng Xin’s final words echoed in his mind.
“You like Chi Yiming.”
Huh??
Aren’t they brothers?
Yes, Chi Yiming was adopted, and Chi Yizhen was born a few years after Chi Yiming was adopted.
How did I not notice this despite having all the original host’s memories?
Chi Yizhen twisted his face in his sleep, entirely unaware of his unconscious act of rolling up in the sheets.
He slept soundly, and Chi Yizhen couldn’t possibly roll him over. Instead, he managed to roll himself.
Sheng Xin looked genuinely ordinary.
Chi Yiming, the elder brother, was a gentleman with a mild and pleasant temperament. While he might not be as good-looking as HeTaio, he had a comfortable demeanor. The memories were filled with the gentle care of an elder brother.
He was a genuine good brother.
But what was Sheng Xin? A plain face, good personality—nothing wrong with it. He’s not even short, so there’s hope.
Yet, he had to resort to coercion, and it didn’t even work. What’s wrong with him?
Chi Yizhen muttered, unknowingly venting his frustration about Sheng Xin’s erratic behavior.