Chapter 1
February in Jing City was bitterly cold, the roadside greenery blanketed in snow. A black nanny van sped along the […]
Eighteenth-tier actor Ming Qi shot to fame overnight after throwing himself at capital tycoon Yu Qinzhou in an airport incident.
That very day, his rivals seized the opportunity to stir things up, pushing him straight onto the trending charts.
For the first time since entering the industry, Ming Qi achieved peak exposure—though mostly as the target of ridicule.
Late that night, Ming Qi sat cross-legged on his bed, dressed in an oversized black silk shirt, staring down at the top comment:
“Yu Qinzhou—a man constantly harassed by all kinds of entertainment industry oddities, yet forever unattainable.”
The sound of a door unlocking came from nearby. Ming Qi turned his head.
The “unattainable man,” Yu Qinzhou, walked over, pulled the phone from his hand, his long fingers brushing over the shirt that should have belonged to him before slipping inside the collar. His gaze darkened slightly.
“Going to sleep?”
…
Ming Qi had been picked up by Yu Qinzhou on a snowy day. Like a pitiful stray puppy, he followed that faint warmth home—and was then handed a marriage contract.
Yu Qinzhou was a patient hunter.
He knew that ever since high school, Ming Qi had harbored a “white moonlight” in his heart, so he waited in silence for years.
Until one day, at the anniversary celebration of Jing City No. 1 High School, he heard a friend invite Ming Qi to meet that “white moonlight.”
Ming Qi’s eyes seemed to sparkle like scattered starlight—but inside Yu Qinzhou, something dark spread like wildfire.
Keeping his composure, he asked, “Can I come along?”
“Of course,” Ming Qi agreed without hesitation.
Two minutes later, Yu Qinzhou stood in front of a shop called “White Moonlight Jianbing Guozi”, watching helplessly as Ming Qi bought two deluxe pancakes.
Yu Qinzhou: “…Damn.”
February in Jing City was bitterly cold, the roadside greenery blanketed in snow. A black nanny van sped along the […]
A week ago, Ming Qi joined the production of Scheming the World as the actor playing Young Master Lan Yue.
Ming Qi thought that if life existed solely for moments like this—utter humiliation—he might as well just die early and
Ming Qi choked violently, coughing until his face flushed red. His eyes, usually soft and affectionate, widened like a startled
Ming Qi felt as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were stampeding through his mind, the gusts they kicked up carrying
Bang bang bang. Antique vases and blue-and-white porcelain pieces were swept to the floor by a walking cane, shattering one
The unfamiliar voice made Wen Yulan pause mid-step. He turned slightly. The faint light ahead could only barely outline a
Xi Jing Bay Villa. Min Zhengyue stormed into the wine cellar of the villa like a bandit entering a village.
In the lounge, a hand came down hard and swept an entire table of decorations crashing to the floor. Fang
Resting his forehead against the edge of the table, Ming Qi let out a long sigh. His brain was somehow
The heart-wrenching shout pierced through Yu Qinzhou’s ears and echoed outward, drawing Ming Qi’s attention. He had been quietly inching
Nothing brings people closer faster than gossip. Min Zhengyue and Ming Qi huddled together like two sneaky hamsters. The former
Just moments ago, Min Zhengyue had shared gossip about Qiu Tuo going to a men’s clinic and possibly juggling eight
That night’s dream replayed itself. The image of Yu Qinzhou—his gaze unconsciously drifting below the man’s waist—reappeared. But this time,
Wen Yulan came across the photo at ten o’clock that night. Four hours earlier, he and his mother had hosted
After getting a definite answer from Ming Qi, it felt as though a heavy stone had been lifted from Wen
Ming Qi finally understood what it meant to survive a desperate situation. It was like a beast with glowing green
Meng She was completely captivated by his dream car. Adjusting his stance, he leaned forward to get a better look,
Back in the private room, Meng She glanced up and casually asked, “Why did you take so long?” Yu Qinzhou
Xi Yixiu stood silently in place, looking at Yu Qinchou with disbelief and a complicated expression. Was he showing off?