Lu Wenxing was fully booked; usually when he was busy, he didn’t have any free time for a week or two, but he didn’t work back-to-back. Xu Rong would ensure that Lu Wenxing had enough sleep time every time he received a new job.
December was coming soon, and Gu Yanshen’s birthday was at the end of December. For almost half a month, Lu Wenxing had been preparing gifts in advance to give his boyfriend his first birthday gift. Of course, he had to pay extra attention to it.
In the evening, Lu Wenxing sat by the bay window and drew.
Some time ago, when he uploaded the illustration video, fans commented and asked him to draw more. There was also a message from one of Gu Yanshen’s fans asking him when he would draw him again and if he could make a video as well.
The w*arlord commander in the Republic of China novel that first came to Lu Wenxing’s mind was sketched with sharp edges, and the pen tip fell from the jawline to the slender neck, and then to the scapular line.
The military coat wrapped the skin outside of the hands and neck, giving off a hint of abstinence. The slender legs were hidden under military pants, and his calves were tightly bound by military boots.
As the lines are outlined, the man’s eyebrows and eyes gradually become clear and sharp, with a high nose and pursed lips. Through the screen, one could feel his coldness and indifference that was almost inhumane.
Lu Wenxing logged into his second account and uploaded a post.
[Painter S] introducing my boyfriend.
In less than three minutes, the comment section exploded.
[Introducing my boyfriend, @Gu Yanshen]
[That’s it? All I have to say is, hi, husband.]
[He’s my boyfriend.]
[May I ask if the CP fans are kowtowing?]
[I blew up! Brother Shen in a military-style coat!!]
[Damn! Handsome to the point of me not being able to close my legs.]
[I thought S was a calm star chaser, but it turns out he’s a boyfriend fan!!!]
[What a good top, what a good desire!!!]
[Hahahahaha, although I’m S’s fan, before that, I’m also brother Shen’s girlfriend’s fan, so pull out your knife.]
Lu Wenxing didn’t expect this; he said it squarely, but instead, no one believed it.
What surprised Lu Wenxing even more was that he just drew his boyfriend, but when he woke up, he was heavily criticized and misinterpreted by media accounts.
[Painter S declared w*ar on Lu Wenxing, seemingly in response to Lu Wenxing’s live broadcast with brother Shen]
[Real Hammer! Lu Wenxing and painter S’s relationship isn’t good. Last week, Lu Wenxing clarified in the live broadcast that their relationship was good, and yesterday he was slapped in the face by painter S.]
Lu Wenxing: “……”
The good thing was that the fans were sensible, but the excessive interpretation of gossip blogs had attracted many melons eaters. Early-rising office workers and student parties had already rushed to the forefront.
[TN: melon eaters: It represents the onlookers]
At the end, a gossip blog summarized today’s meaningless melon.
[TN: melon: provides a metaphor for a big news story.]
[Painter S is suspected of declaring sovereignty on the Weibo]
Netizens who were unaware of the entire incident were filled with a mouthful of catchy gossip. The blog was just waiting for fans on both sides to tear themselves apart, but in the end…
The fans of the two sides didn’t only tear up; they even put on a unified front to attack the blog.
[Painter S only draws without engaging in battle; please do not overinterpret.]
[Wenxing said their relationship is good, so it must be a good relationship. Isn’t it normal to have the same idol as a good friend?]
[‘During their college years, there were multiple conflicts that finally broke out yesterday’. Did the blog see it with their own eyes, or did they hear it from under their beds?]
[Did the blog hire a fiction lover to edit the copy? So he’s declaring w*ar over who is Brother Shen’s number one fan? How outrageous.]
[Upstairs, you’re k*illing me. I’m afraid the blogger is a fan of old-fashioned novels.]
[Our two CP fans usually argue; it seems you took it quite seriously.]
[You don’t think anyone would actually believe this bullsh*it, do you? No way, no way.]
[Don’t worry, we asteroids don’t believe in it.]
[Coincidentally, we, loose powder fans, don’t believe it either.]
Loose powder was the name of the Weibo group of painter S’s fans. Because S’s fan base was more complex, they were not only S fans; there were a lot of other fans of celebrities, like a large portion of Painter S’s fans were Gu Yanshen’s fans, and there were also a lot of CP fans.
They finally kept the name, loose powder.
Lu Wenxing was scrolling through Weibo, and the next second he received a call from Xu Rong.
“The big one is hiding it so tightly, but the small one is letting itself go.”
[TN: basically means, he’s using his second account to show off and acting cautiously on his main account]
“Sister Rong.” Lu Wenxing was the best at selling his good behavior. “If I said…I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. Will you believe me?”
“Yes. I believe whatever you say.” Xu Rong felt helpless. “It’s a pity that this blogger hasn’t gone to make up dog bl*ood scripts.”
[TN: dog bl*ood scripts: This refers to the plots or TV dramas that carry similar plots, often very exaggerated and fake performances.]
Lu Wenxing was amused and chimed in.
“It’s a pity.”
“Do you need to clarify?”
“No need.” Lu Wenxing lowered his eyes and let out a light laugh. “It’s not like the fans will believe it, and the netizens will disperse after eating the melon, so the blog won’t be able to turn over any waves.”
“And…”
Lu Wenxing paused. “I plan to go public.”
Xu Rong: “!!!”
As an agent, Xu Rong’s first reaction wasn’t whether or not Lu Wenxing’s popularity would be affected, but rather… If Wen Zheng would agree,?
“Have you discussed this with Gu Yanshen?” Xu Rong asked.
“No, I want to give him a surprise.” Lu Wenxing’s voice was light, as if it were nothing special.
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There was no snow in C City in December, and there was even a warm sun when the weather was good.
Lu Wenxing got up early today and prepared to celebrate Gu Yanshen’s birthday. He had asked Gu Yanshen’s opinion, but Gu Yanshen wanted him to go to his house for his birthday.
“You’re the star today, whatever you say.” Lu Wenxing held his cell phone, grabbed the car keys, and went out. “Is there anything in particular you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”
“You can cook?”
Gu Yanshen originally thought that he had a chance to show off in front of Lu Wenxing, but he didn’t realize that Lu Wenxing even knew how to cook.
“No.”
Hearing Lu Wenxing say this, Gu Yanshen sighed in relief. “It’s okay; I can cook, and it’s quite delicious.”
Lu Wenxing laughed. “You’re the birthday boy; you don’t have to do anything today.”
“I don’t know how, but I can learn now.”
Afraid that Gu Yanshen wouldn’t believe him, Lu Wenxing added, “I learn everything quickly.”
Gu Yanshen didn’t interrupt his positivity.
“Okay, there’s a supermarket near my house. I’ll wait for you to come over, then we can go to the supermarket together.”
Lu Wenxing hung up the phone; he had already arrived at the garage. Wen Zheng had left one step earlier than Lu Wenxing but was still in the garage.
“Brother, you still haven’t left?”
“Uh, I just took a call.” Wen Zheng saw him ready to leave so early and asked, “Where are you going?”
“It’s teacher Gu’s birthday today; I’m going to celebrate him.”
“Are you going to celebrate his birthday, or are you going to work at his place?” Wen Zheng looked at his watch; it wasn’t yet eight thirty.
Lu Wenxing opened the car door and sat in. “Go early and come back early.”
Wen Zheng picked up on his words.
“How early? Like our company, which works from nine to five, you can leave at five thirty.”
Lu Wenxing: “……”
He started the car and stepped on the gas. “Brother, I’m leaving first. Bye.”
Wen Zheng: “……”
Lu Wenxing turned on the navigation; there wasn’t much traffic in the morning, and he drove to Gu Yanshen’s small villa area in twenty minutes.
“Sir, may I ask who you’re looking for?”
Residents’ cars would be let in directly, but if they were non-residents, they would have to get the owner’s permission to enter. No matter how many times visitors had been here, the process was the same. Those who could live in this place were either rich or noble, so there were extremely strong privacy lines.
“Area C 12-3, I’m here for teacher Gu.”
“What’s Sir’s name?”
“Last name Lu.” The security guard dialed the call bell of the owner’s intercom.
“Hello, Mr. Gu, there’s a Mr. Lu looking for you.”
“Okay, excuse me.”
The security guard hung up the phone and released the line for Lu Wenxing.
“Which way to Area C?”
“Enter and go straight to the third intersection and turn left to the fifth house.”
“Thanks.” Lu Wenxing rolled up the window and drove in, smoothly finding Gu Yanshen’s home.
Gu Yanshen was already standing at the door waiting; he wasn’t wearing a jacket, only a gray sweater.
“The car can drive in.”
Gu Yanshen had only parked one car, so Lu Wenxing’s car drove in just right.
“Is this where you usually live?”
“I usually live in an apartment, but I come here four or five times a year.”
“Why didn’t you take me to your apartment?”
“I want to show you where I lived as a child.”
As if knowing what Lu Wenxing wanted to ask, Gu Yanshen said.
“After my parents divorced, the small villa was given to my mom, but my mom stayed abroad after she remarried.”
Gu Yanshen entered and brought a pair of pink rabbit slippers from the shoe cabinet.
Lu Wenxing:?
“You like this type?”
After Lu Wenxing put on the rabbit ear slippers and realized that they were just right, he raised his eyes and met Gu Yanshen’s eyes, which were laced with laughter.
“On purpose?”
Gu Yanshen graciously admitted, “I think the pink rabbit goes well with you.”
Lu Wenxing didn’t respond to him, so Gu Yanshen was instead emboldened by the fact that it was his birthday.
“I also bought other types with the same color; do you want to take a look?”
“I don’t want to.” Lu Wenxing decisively refused.
“Fine.” Although Gu Yanshen was regretful, he didn’t force him. “What do you want to drink?”
“Do you have orange juice?”
The heating was on in the house, and Lu Wenxing liked to drink cold beverages where there was heat.
“There is; if you want to watch TV, turn it on yourself.” Gu Yanshen turned around and went into the kitchen, pouring a glass of orange juice for Lu Wenxing.
Together with it, there was also a delicately plated cupcake.
“Where did you buy it?”
“Taste it first.”
Lu Wenxing picked up a piece with his fork, and the smooth cotton cream covered in chocolate powder entered his mouth, fluffy and sweet, with a bit of chocolate’s slight bitterness.
“Yummy.” Lu Wenxing’s eyes instantly lit up. “Are there still dessert stores in C City that I haven’t tried before?”
“There are.”
“Which one?”
Gu Yanshen scooped a small spoonful as well, “Gu Family.”
Lu Wenxing took another bite and casually asked. “Your family’s aunt made it?”
Gu Yanshen looked at him faintly, and Lu Wenxing asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Your family’s boyfriend made it.” Gu Yanshen sighed. “There’s only me in the house; why are you thinking of someone else?”
Lu Wenxing: “!”
“What’s that expression? You don’t believe me?”
Lu Wenxing blinked and shook his head to hide his shock. “My boyfriend is so awesome.”
“Are you regretting not being with me earlier?”
Gu Yanshen deliberately teased him, but Lu Wenxing was serious.
“If I knew you still had this skill, would I have let you confess first?” Lu Wenxing hummed lightly. “You don’t like desserts, so how did you learn how to make desserts?”
Gu Yanshen’s eyes widened. “What a coincidence! I not only know how to make desserts, but I also found a boyfriend who likes to eat desserts.”
“Don’t tease me.” Lu Wenxing still didn’t believe it was a coincidence. “When did you learn?”
“A few months ago.”
“Is teacher Gu considering a career change?” Lu Wenxing suggested very sincerely, “I think filming is delaying you from becoming a senior dessert chef.”
“My goal is not to be a high-level dessert maker.”
Gu Yanshen took a sip of coffee to relieve his fatigue.
“Then what is your goal?” Lu Wenxing guessed for himself, “Transitioning behind the scenes to become a director?”
“My goal is…”
Gu Yanshen purposely paused for a few seconds, and Lu Wenxing didn’t even bother to eat his dessert, his pretty eyes carrying a bit of curiosity.
“To be your husband.”
Lu Wenxing: “…” It wasn’t to be; Gu Yanshen had even learned to be greasy.
[TN: greasy: An expression that describes a sleazy person]
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