CH 7.2

Kiss pt.2

Translated by Lilac

Edited by Lilac

Over here, Wen Zhi frowned while picking out his clothes, looking in a very bad mood.

Qing Yan surveyed Wen Zhi and said in a warm voice, “Sir, don’t you like any of these clothes?”

Wen Zhi pointed to the white one, “This one.”

Qing Yan smiled, “This one is good, it’s the D’s early spring show model. The model has a similar figure to you and is also shorter.”

This comment caused Wen Zhi to explode, “Where am I short? With the shoes on, I’m 181 too.”

Qing Yan held back a laugh, “181 is indeed shorter for a model. And you’re thin-boned, so you visually look smaller too.”

Wen Zhi hummed in satisfaction and went to the fitting room to change his clothes.

There were still four hours to go before the fashion show, and Wen Zhi’s styling was already done, so he was relatively free at the moment. Knowing that Ming Yantang was also coming to the event, the lounge was right in the middle of the corridor, so he went to find Ming Yantang with his milk tea.

Walking into Ming Yantang’s lounge, Wen Zhi was filled with envy. No matter in terms of the size or the decoration, comparing the two of their lounges, there was a world of difference and high profile treatment was evident.

Ming Yantang is a handsome man with a pulchritudinous complexion , while Wen Zhi is exactly the opposite of him.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Ming Yantang sent his team away and lazily asked, “What do you want from me?”

Wen Zhi was angry at the mention of the incident, “I had a fight with Si Mingchen. I don’t want to go home tonight, so I want to spend the night with you.”

Ming Yantang squinted at him, “Have you gone nuts?”

Wen Zhi held his cheeks with an innocent expression, “I’ve always had a good temper, you know that. But today he actually asked me, if we weren’t married, would I have chosen Brother Sang Qi to record the show with me.”

Ming Yantang became uninterested, playing with the watch he had just picked out in his hand, “Your husband is jealous, isn’t he?”

“Jealous?” Wen Zhi was incredulous, “How could he be jealous of Brother Sang Qi? Brother Sang Qi and I grew up together and we are just friends. Even when I was chasing Si Mingchen, it was Brother Sang Qi who helped me out.”

Ming Yantang was not with Wen Zhi in high school and did not know the exact details very well, so he nodded his head indifferently.

“But from what he said it clearly shows that he is jealous.” Ming Yantang lifted his good-looking danfeng eyes, “For so many years, I have never seen the two of you argue even once. However, today you ran away from the house, how strange.”

Wen Zhi said harshly, “Man, sometimes he needs to be taught a proper lesson.”

Ming Yantang patted his head, “The way you are currently, you are really acting like a spoiled brat.”

In the corridor, Gu Chengfeng’s voice suddenly came up.

Ming Yantang pursed his lips, “Your arch-rival is here.”

Wen Zhi did not remember much about Gu Chengfeng, but had only heard about him from the few words of Qing Yan.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Ming Yantang saw right through his mind, “This Gu Chengfeng, ever since he became popular, has been treating you as his arch rival and loves to intercept your resources. That’s why your fans and his fans are at war when they meet.”

Wen Zhi said, “Then won’t my fans be bullied? His fans are 50M and my fans are 5M.”

Ming Yantang raised his finger and shook it, “No oh, although your fan base is small, your ability to fight and vote for support is top notch, it’s not ranked number one in Inner Entertainment, but it’s still in the top five.”

Wen Zhi dawned on him, no wonder his comments and retweets were so powerful every time, it turned out to be because his fans were great.

Knowing these things, he seemed to cock his tail, “Wouldn’t that make my fans invincible?”

Ming Yantang: “Not exactly. They have an achilles heel.

Wen Zhi became interested, “What?”

Ming Yantang said indifferently, “You are a flop.”

Wen Zhi: “…” Actually, he didn’t have to be specific about it, it’s not like he didn’t want to become a big celebrity in the world.

As they chatted, the extravaganza was about to begin.

Accompanied by the huge noise of crowded people, Wen Zhi appeared in the direct live broadcasting room of the event.

As a matter of fact, as soon as Wen Zhi appeared, not only were the pop-up screens in the live stream room dominated, but the venue was also buzzing with what could be described as a huge crowd.

[Ahhhhhh, my Wen Wen is well and healthy.]

[It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Wen Wen. What is Wen Wen doing these days?]

[Wen Wen’s skin is in perfect condition, even if he says he’s 17 years old, I’ll believe it.]

[It’s true, Wen Wen’s appearance looks even more real after removing the filter.]

[Flop’s fans really love to brag, but unfortunately, your idol is a flop.]

[Bottom-tier's fans are everywhere, so annoying.]

As he signed on the signing board, Wen Zhi stayed for three seconds longer than the others. Once he had left, the host scratched his toes on the ground awkwardly after a casual glance.

Wen Zhi’s autograph was very long, a long list of inscriptions of the unbeatable celebrity of the universe, Wen Zhi.

Host: “…” It was so horrible that he wished he hadn’t seen it before.

Backstage at the event, Wen Zhi was already ready to leave. However, he collided with Gu Chengfeng’s team.

Just now, Qing Yan told Wen Zhi about the reason why Gu Chengfeng was targeting him. It turned out that the drama that made Gu Chengfeng go from a bottom-tier small invisible to a top-tier overnight was the one that Wen Zhi quit acting in.

Back then, Wen Zhi had an important family matter and directly put off his work for half a year and returned only after a long time.

Wearing wide sunglasses, Gu Chengfeng said gloomily when he saw Wen Zhi, “I heard you’re going to participate in ‘Real or Fake Lovers’?”

The only spot on ‘Real or Fake Couple’ was snatched by Gu Chengfeng, and everyone was well aware of this matter.

This time, Gu Chengfeng’s sudden outburst was just to embarrass Wen Zhi.

When he was about to open his mouth, Wen Zhi suddenly said, “None of your business.”

After hearing these words, Gu Chengfeng’s team was dumbfounded. They didn’t expect Wen Zhi’s reply to be so merciless, which was tantamount to tearing their faces off.

Gu Chengfeng was baffled for a few seconds and laughed contemptuously, “Then I’ll wait for you at the variety show.”

Wen Zhi frowned, “Why are you waiting for me? Do I know you well? Don’t try to get close to me.”

Suddenly, Gu Chengfeng was rendered speechless by the humiliation, and left in a huff with the team.

Qing Yan gave a thumbs up to Wen Zhi, “Why are you so brave today?”

Wen Zhi: “I have a glass heart and can’t stand aggression. I don’t want to get used to his bad habits.”

Because he had greeted Ming Yantang in advance, Wen Zhi left with him and was planning to stay at Ming Yantang’s luxurious bungalow tonight.

Once inside, Wen Zhi was barefoot and lying straight on the sofa, indifferent to life.

Ming Yantang said with disgust, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Zhi: “Usually at this time, Si Mingchen should be home by now.”

Ming Yantang was speechless, “It might not be too late for you to go back now. This childish tactic of leaving home, Si Mingchen probably hasn’t found out yet.”

Wen Zhi rolled his eyes, “This young master is a man with integrity. I won’t go back unless Si Mingchen begs me to go home today. I, Wen Zhi, will not compromise even if I starve to death.”

Ming Yantang removed his makeup and started doing his skin care, “You better be.”

When Ming Yantang came out of the shower, he found that Wen Zhi was no longer in the living room. He searched anxiously and found Wen Zhi hugging his knees and sitting in the doorway with a face full of aggression.

“What are you doing?”

Wen Zhi sniffled, “I miss my little winter melon.”

Ming Yantang said speechlessly, “Then go away, what are you doing sitting here?”

Wen Zhi bristled, “I don’t know how to open your combination lock.”

Ming Yantang laughed at this: “Dummy.”

The last two days the weather has been really bad. After opening the door for him, Ming Yantang wanted to go to the window to check the situation. But suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure.

“Idiot, your husband is down there.”

After confirming once again that the man next to that Maybach (car) was Si Mingchen, Ming Yantang turned back to look at Wen Zhi, only to find that the figure of Wen Zhi had long since disappeared from the doorway.

Downstairs, Wen Zhi did not have time to fasten his coat and trotted to the car.

Si Mingchen was surprised to see Wen Zhi. After stubbing out the cigarette butt, he looked at Wen Zhi’s thin clothes and frowned slightly.

“The clothes aren’t put on properly.”

Wen Zhi said, “Oh,” and hurriedly fastened the buttons. In the darkness, his buttons were tied in a very messy manner.

Si Mingchen smiled lightly, he really was a bubbly little fool as he was in high school.

Stepping forward, Si Mingchen rebutted his buttons for him, his gaze, if anything, looking at Wen Zhi’s loving eyes.

It was these eyes that had made him fall.

He imagined that Wen Zhi would look at him like this when he fell in love with him, but he never waited.

On the night of his wedding, he embraced Wen Zhi and tried to kiss him, but Wen Zhi avoided it, his rejection clear.

He was childish enough to search the internet for the reason why this happened.

The online results were heartbreaking.

Rejection is only possible if they don’t love you.

From that day onwards, he never kissed Wen Zhi again. Sometimes he would only kiss Wen Zhi’s eyes, that too in a restrained manner.

Those eyes were always misted with moisture, and sometimes the gentle fluttering of eyelashes enchanted him.

“If you want, I can accompany you to the variety show.”

Si Mingchen had been considering this matter for a whole day, and finally decided to give it a try. If Wen Zhi really likes him, he does not want to miss this opportunity.

Hearing these words, Wen Zhi looked like he had a huge surprise and his eyes lit up, “Really?”

Si Mingchen: “Well, really.”

The north wind whistled by, signalling that the winter that had not yet completely left was still lurking.

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Although Wen Zhi was cold, his ears and face were warm.

Suddenly, a gentle kiss landed on Si Mingchen’s lips.

Wen Zhi leaned forward and hugged him, “You are so kind.”