The day after the movie premiered, it instantly blew up across all channels.
Honestly, while the film had everyone laughing from start to finish, it also struck a chord with many viewers. Beneath the laughter, people gradually understood what the director wanted to convey.
Especially those office workers who had come to see a comedy just to unwind after a long day—by the end of the movie, they found themselves deep in thought.
The protagonist’s life seemed dull and monotonous at first, but with Luo Er entering his world, it became clear: ordinary days suddenly gained flavor, and life felt fuller than before.
And then people began to quietly ask themselves: what about me?
Am I still full of dreams and passion like I was right after graduation? Most realized they weren’t.
Since starting work, the daily grind had become repetitive and mechanical. Mornings brought anxiety over oversleeping, but nights still ended late. If they were late, frustration followed—why couldn’t they have gone to bed earlier?
By Friday, thoughts turned to weekend plans—often multiple plans at once. Yet weekends were either destroyed by overtime or spent entirely in bed, waking only when hunger struck and realizing the day was over.
Days passed blandly, and those initial sparks of passion and dreams became the butt of their own inner jokes, eventually buried under self-doubt.
“Rui-ge, this movie was really well-made, wasn’t it?” Yu Junqing looked up from his scarf, the expression under it almost divine, and asked Bo Rui, who was working beside him.
“It is,” Bo Rui replied, putting down his files for a moment. Having only watched half the movie, he still recognized it as a solid piece of work. He wasn’t usually into films, but he could appreciate the director’s intent.
“Good,” Yu Junqing said, squinting with a smile before returning to scrolling through his posts.
It seemed that one question was enough. Bo Rui glanced at him, then went back to work. As for why Bo Rui had pulled a chair to work beside the bed, or why Yu Junqing wasn’t at the office, that was left for others to interpret.
Scrolling through posts, Yu Junqing’s eyes brimmed with uncontrollable laughter.
The vibe was basically like this:
Honestly, ever since I entered this circle, I’ve realized one thing: dreams are lies! I wanted a son as amazing as Qingqing’s little one! But looking at my husband, I realized this world is cruel. My husband and Qingqing’s kid aren’t even the same species! #HowDifferentSpeciesBecomeFatherAndSon#
Hahaha. Honestly, I wasn’t laughing at the post above! Really! Look at my sincere, pure eyes! But seriously, the worst part? I’m still single! Double Eleven is coming soon—can I even go on blind dates in time?
Hugging the post above, I thought… sigh, maybe we should form a blind-date group? My dream isn’t hard to achieve—I just want a boyfriend this year…
You dare call that an easy dream? It’s almost Singles’ Day! This year will fly by in a blink, and you expect to find someone? Ha!
…Wait, what are you all saying here? Don’t you see this is a place for Qingqing’s kid? Be a little classy! #MyDreamIsToSpoilMyKid#
You all move aside! Let me handle this! Kid, your mom has only one dream—to see you happy! #HonestlyMyDreamIsSoHighClassRight#
Yu Junqing scrolled through all these posts, so different from formal reviews, and couldn’t stop laughing. His fans were adorable, albeit a bit… out there.
“What are you laughing at?” Bo Rui asked, noticing Yu Junqing shaking with laughter behind him.
“Nothing! Hahaha!” Yu Junqing replied, spotting a new post:
Hello everyone, I’m X Jiang, wholesaler of premium dog food. Need dog food? Contact me. Our dog food is imported and high-quality. Guaranteed your dog will want more!
Yu Junqing burst out laughing. Did this person get the wrong place? Here we are, a bunch of single people, and you’re seriously selling dog food?
Exactly. But why was there even an ad appearing here?
Yu Junqing shook his head. Ignore the ad. Ladies, let’s boost Qingqing’s film! It’s going to be big—no trolls allowed! —Qingqing’s Mom Support Club President V.
“Roger that!” Yu Junqing immediately went to help.
“Your fans are… pretty interesting,” Bo Rui said, rubbing Yu Junqing’s head and waist. “Feeling bitter?”
Yu Junqing’s laughter stopped instantly, and his face turned bright pink. He tried to squirm away, but a certain spot behind him throbbed, so he gave up, pouting and teasing back, “Try me next time.”
Bo Rui stroked his jaw, pondering. Last night, what gave this big baby the impression that he was… the bottom? Seriously, with that frame, even one arm wouldn’t be enough—my little queen is a national treasure!
Yu Junqing didn’t fully understand either, but he read Bo Rui’s intent from his eyes. He silently turned to his alt account and found a post he’d previously liked:
#ABottomWhoDoesn’tWantToBeTheAttackerIsNotAGoodLover#
He looked again, then quietly decided to unfollow. Unreliable. So many guides, and he picked the one that seemed most practical—and it still messed up!
As the two lazed at home, Yu Junqing grew a little bored. The movie’s success had already been confirmed by Director Wang the night before, and now his social media feed made it clear—the top trending posts were all movie-related. Wang Jin and Wang Shilin’s collaboration had succeeded spectacularly, making Shilin a household name overnight.
With work and love life both stress-free, Yu Junqing could focus on just one thing: food.
After drooling over spicy crayfish and other red-hot dishes in the menu, Bo Rui firmly vetoed it. The final decision: porridge—healthy!
With his work nearly done, Bo Rui took the slightly less mobile Yu Junqing out.
“Rui-ge, did you hire a bodyguard?” Yu Junqing’s intuition kicked in as he noticed the black car following them. The vehicle had been tailing them since they left, and something felt off.
“Yes. Originally they were to be in position today, but I had them register at the office first. It’ll be easier to manage. You’ll see them there,” Bo Rui said, slowing the car as they approached a red light.
“Do you know the people behind us?” Yu Junqing asked, scrutinizing the car. It had been following them consistently, making his brows furrow.
“Someone’s tailing us?” Bo Rui turned sharply to check. Seeing the vehicle close behind, he immediately pulled out his phone.
“Send four people over. Open the GPS I gave you. Get there immediately!” His tone was sharp, leaving no room for pleasantries—there was no time for that now.
“Yes, boss! On it!” The person hung up and sped off.
Yu Junqing anxiously watched the car. The driver seemed to be a man, but a hat obscured his features. Something about it felt deliberately targeted at him.
Green light. Bo Rui instructed firmly, “Hold tight!”