At six oâclock in the morning, Liang Xincheng got into the nanny car and headed to the set. The assistant handed him the breakfast she bought and excitedly chattered in his ear: âThe Weibo you posted yesterday exploded, and the Internet went crazy. Many people called and asked. Xincheng-ge, youâre really brave, ah.â
Liang Xincheng smiled indifferently. He didnât need to look at Weibo to guess how many waves that post made when it was sent out. The media and fans were originally curious about his relationship with Xia Yuanhang, and now he had personally added a touch of color to their confusing relationship. This dramatic development was enough to excite many people.
He actually didnât care; as long as he could help Xia Yuanhang, it didnât matter how. If this could divert the audienceâs attention to gossip about their relationship instead of staring at Xia Yuanhangâs private matter, that would be great.
While eating the steaming buns, Liang Xincheng turned on the computer in a good mood, but he didnât expect Liu Fan to send him several WeChat messages at two or three oâclock in the middle of the night.
âDo you really care about Xia Yuanhang?â
Liang Xincheng frowned slightly, thinking why this Liu Fan still didnât give up, and insisted on asking what happened.
âGe is doing it for your own good, lest youâll be fooled by him.â
âDo you know that he recently hit it off with the lead actress of his new movie and the gossip spreads all over the place?â
âHe gave up the audition before and gave you the opportunity to pick up the film he is making now. It is said that he chases the female lead for the sake of being close to the waterside pavilion.1waterside pavilion: a favorable position Do you know?â
âYou are totally committed to him. Donât end up in a trap of your own wishful thinking.â
Liang Xinchengâs eyes became colder and colder, and the steamed stuffed bun suddenly became tasteless.
After a moment of silence, he asked his assistant in a low voice: âWho is the female lead of Xia Yuanhangâs new film? Are there rumors about them?â
The young assistant who was still talking about the online gossip froze for a moment and nodded with an uncomfortable look on her face. âYes, there are rumors. The lead actress Yan Mingxin, it seems that she also graduated from the Film Academy and is Xia Yuanhangâs junior. I heard that they were quite ambiguous when they were in school.â
Junior, ahâ¦Liang Xincheng closed his eyes. A sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
âThen whatâ¦what is said on the Internet may not be true, who knows the truth of this messy rumor.â
Liang Xincheng didnât ask any more questions, and replied to Liu Fan: âI see.â
A week later, Liang Xincheng asked the crew for leave and returned to Beijing to shoot an endorsement advertisement for a fast-selling product. There were only two days, so he came and went in a hurry.
The return flight was in the evening, Liang Xincheng went home to get some clothes. When he went out, he coincidentally met Xia Yuanhang who had just returned home.
Liang Xincheng asked his assistant to carry the luggage down first, and greeted Xia Yuanhang, who was surprised to see him: âWhy are you back?â
Liang Xincheng smiled: âCome back to shoot an advertisement, now Iâm going to the airport to go back to the set.â
Xia Yuanhang also came back from the set to get something. He didnât expect to meet him so coincidentally, and asked casually: âAre you in a rush? I bought refreshments, do you want to eat some before leaving?â
They had not seen each other for some time, and after today it was guessed that they would have to spend a long time on the filming set. Liang Xincheng hesitated for a while before sending a message to his assistant, asking them to wait a little longer, and then followed Xia Yuanhang into the house.
Xia Yuanhang made tea for them, and the refreshments he bought were all salty snacks. Liang Xincheng couldnât help but ask him after taking two sips: âDonât you like sweet ones?â
âNot really.â Xia Yuanhang said honestly.
Liang Xincheng let out an âahâ and did not say anything else anymore, only regretting that he had foolishly sent him cakes and sweets before. No wonder he was not happy when received it.
âThe salty ones are also good. They are all popular products. Many people recommend them. I happened to pass by their store today and bought some back. You can try it and eat more if you like it.â
Liang Xincheng let out a laugh: âItâs a pity that they didnât ask you to be spokesperson for them.â
The two of them ate while talking and laughing. Liang Xincheng asked Xia Yuanhang what happened to his gambler father, only to have Xia Yuanhang shake his head and said helplessly: âThen he came to me once again, but I didnât go see him, so I guess he gave up.â
Xia Xiangzhouâs reputation on the Internet was already rotten so it was useless to sell more misery. Except for Xia Yuanhang who had turned his eyes closed, no one would care about him anymore. Hearing this, Liang Xincheng felt relieved: âThatâs good.â
âSpeaking of which, I have to thank you formally, this time I have troubled you again.â
âDonât be so polite, why are you always thanking me,â Liang Xincheng interrupted Xia Yuanhang, and asked him another thing as if jokingly. âI heard that your new movie is shot with your junior? Youâre very lucky, arenât you?â
Xia Yuanhang raised his eyes to look at Liang Xincheng, whose tone was careless and even flirtatious. This might not be surprising if it was from any of Xia Yuanhangâs friends, but when it came from Liang Xinchengâs mouth, it was just a little bit out of place.
It was just a brief meeting of eyes, and at that moment Xia Yuanhangâs mind turned, and he didnât even understand why he was doing this, but he smiled mysteriously and pretended to be relaxed: âYes, Mingxin and I are quite familiar. We used to work on stage plays together when we were in school so we have a tacit understanding with each other.â
Hearing Xia Yuanhang say this personally, Liang Xincheng felt a little uncomfortable. He smiled: âNo wonder they are all saying that you want to make the fake play become trueâ¦â
Xia Yuanhang looked at him, vaguely knowing that Liang Xincheng probably cared, but as if possessed by an evil spirit, he still followed Liang Xinchengâs words and deliberately made jokes that maybe none of them liked: âItâs not impossible, right? Who knows what will happen in the future. She is very cute. If I can get along with her, I donât mind trying.â
Liang Xincheng froze, his face still smiling, but the smile was already a bit forced. He put down his tea cup and said awkwardly, âItâs time, I have to go, or I wonât be able to catch my flight.â
After speaking, he stood up, grabbed his carry-on bag and left. Xia Yuanhang, who was also stunned for a moment, subconsciously got up to catch up, but quickly regained his senses. He clenched his fists hard; what the hell was he doing?
Liang Xincheng, who had walked to the door, suddenly strode back and stopped in front of Xia Yuanhang. He raised his eyes and stared at him in a daze, as if water could come out of his beautiful eyes at any time.
It was only a very short few seconds before Liang Xincheng asked Xia Yuanhang in a hoarse voice: âIs what you just said true?â
Xia Yuanhangâs voice was choked in his throat. He didnât expect Liang Xincheng to react so strongly when it was just a joke. Seeing Liang Xincheng like this, he seemed unable to say anything.
Liang Xincheng suddenly raised his hands and grabbed Xia Yuanhangâs collar. His eyes were slightly red. His body was also trembling slightly as his voice was choked up: âDonât you like men? Didnât you like Ding Yao before? Why do you like women now? Why canât it be me? Iâm not that casual, that time in Macau was my first time. You fucked me, donât you have to be responsible for me?â
Xia Yuanhangâs mind went blank. Before he could say anything, Liang Xincheng had already stepped back and let him go, whispering a âsorry I lost my temperâ before turning around and striding away.
It wasnât until the sound of the anti-theft door sounded that Xia Yuanhang seemed to wake up like a dream and fell into the sofa. He scratched his hair in frustration, what was he doing? Why did he make that joke with Liang Xincheng? He knew that Liang Xincheng cared about it, so why did he deliberately use such things to test him?
Ten minutes later, the phone screen on the coffee table lit up for a moment, and it was a text message from Liang Xincheng: âSorry, I was just joking with you, donât take it to heart.â
Xia Yuanhangâs eyes stayed on that line for a long time, unconsciously clenching his phone. After a long time, he replied with three words: âI am sorry.â