#CenturyWedding#
#DivineLove#
#PerfectCEOHubbyCouple#
Lately, everyone in the entertainment industry had gone zen.
For nearly half a month, these three trending topics refused to drop, gnawing at people’s patience no matter how much money they spent—they simply couldn’t push them down.
Bu Yan was one of them.
She was a rising star this year, a “new bloom.” Early in the year, she starred in a youth idol drama that exploded in popularity, keeping her in the top three trending topics ever since.
This month, her new historical drama just premiered, and her agency was ready to push it to the top of the trends.
They tried three times—but it was completely suppressed. 🙂
Today was the fourth attempt.
Bu Yan had just received a call from her manager.
“The company said we can’t push it anymore. Besides, your drama is almost over anyway, so let it be.”
Her manager quickly added, fearing she’d overthink it: “It’s not that the company doesn’t value you. It’s just that these three trending topics have more pull than we do. The company’s tried everything.”
Bu Yan nodded, understanding.
Turning her gaze, she huffed in frustration, putting on ugly makeup and heading out to vent with some food.
She was still rational enough to know that even with the ugly makeup, someone might recognize her.
So she chose a hotel with excellent privacy.
As soon as she sat down, she angrily opened the three trending topics.
She couldn’t believe it!!!
“Century wedding, my foot! Probably just hype, right? Some commercial marriage scheme!”
She subconsciously ignored the details of the trending posts.
After being suppressed so many times, her eyes and nose had become numb to each word.
With some extra-spicy food for company, Bu Yan clicked on the first Weibo post.
#CenturyWedding#
She froze.
Silently staring at a villa decorated in red silk, she instinctively dropped to her knees on the table with her index and middle fingers.
…Holy crap, it really is a century wedding?!
Clicking on the next image, her ring finger hit the table with a thud.
Damn.
The same villa, this time adorned in white lilies and a white gown, with white feathers falling gently from the sky.
Is this really how the wealthy live?
Was she kneeling in the right posture?
Flipping through more photos, her face gradually heated up, almost burning.
It really is a century wedding!
Thank goodness!!!
Thank goodness her company didn’t try to push her own small photos up there! Otherwise, she’d have been utterly humiliated!
But then… which rich person was getting married so lavishly?
Surely this isn’t a commercial alliance, right?
Bu Yan clicked on the second trending topic.
#DivineLove#?
What the hell—this century wedding… is it really true love???
Seriously?
It was so unfair.
She clicked into the trend, seeing a forum screenshot with over a million likes analyzing the couple.
Scanning quickly, she caught the keywords—CEO, broad chest, considerate boyfriend, playing games together, couple IDs.
Damn!
On the lemon tree with lemons, is she the only one under it?
Bu Yan felt sour.
Why are other people’s boyfriends always so perfect?
This perfect boyfriend…
Her fingers slipped to the third trending topic.
#PerfectCEOHubbyCouple…husband?
Husband what?
What husband?
Husband-husband?
Bu Yan stared blankly and clicked.
Then she saw… a domineering man with an undeniable deep affection, and a calm, gentle warmth he couldn’t hide.
Wait???
Bu Yan froze.
Husband-husband?
Two… men?
Next second, she couldn’t help but curse out loud.
“Damn! Have all the good men now gone off with other good men?!”
She stopped.
Yin Chen and Zong Cheng froze in their tracks.
?
They lifted their heads.
Next moment, Bu Yan was so embarrassed she felt like she could scrape out a three-bedroom apartment into the floor with her toes.
What a coincidence!
She happened to run into a male-male couple for dinner?
Why didn’t she pick a private room?
Saving a little money was not worth this!
She gave an awkward smile, trying to explain…
Then her eyes met the faces of the couple in front of her, and she froze.
Looking down at her phone.
Looking up again at the couple’s faces.
Bu Yan slowly typed a question mark in her head.
What the hell is this?
Did she just happen to meet the real couple?
What was she even looking at?
Zong Cheng, slightly displeased, stepped in front of her and Yin Chen.
A shadow fell over her head; she glanced up instinctively.
Damn!
Even more awkward.
Had the couple misunderstood her??
“It’s fine, let’s go. Didn’t we agree to finish dinner quickly tonight so we can—”
Yin Chen’s eyes flicked to the phone in her hand, and he immediately understood.
He scratched the palm of Zong Cheng’s hand, smiling mischievously as he tugged him along.
“Finish dinner quickly?”
Finish dinner for what?
Bu Yan suddenly felt as if she’d gone deaf in one ear.
How had she missed the second half of that sentence?
Zong Cheng froze.
He instinctively reached to cover Yin Chen’s mouth.
“You… what are you doing—”
Saying everything out loud!
Yin Chen smiled, giving him a quick kiss.
“What did I do?”
Zong Cheng looked at him silently, saying nothing.
He quietly wrapped his arms around Yin Chen’s waist and strode toward the private room inside.
Shouldn’t have!
Shouldn’t have listened to Yin Chen about coming out for dinner!
Yin Chen’s corner of his mouth curled into a triumphant smile, casually waving his hand.
Soon, their figures disappeared from sight.
Leaving Bu Yan, dumbfounded, staring at the now-empty space.
After a long while, she silently clicked the trending topic’s super thread link.
Damn!
This couple is way too ship-worthy!
This is why it’s trending—who else could it be?!
Inside the private room, Yin Chen leaned close to Zong Cheng, planting a kiss on his ear.
“Jealous again? Hmm?”
“No.”
Zong Cheng denied it firmly, though his arm wrapped tightly around Yin Chen’s waist—hardly convincing.
Yin Chen snickered silently, wiggling his fingers.
“I even showed her the ring, and that’s not enough?”
He deliberately flashed his ring finger in front of Zong Cheng.
The ring remained understated and elegant—the very one Zong Cheng had secretly slipped onto his finger during the proposal.
“I’m not jealous.”
Zong Cheng insisted, yet still couldn’t help plucking Yin Chen’s finger for a quick kiss.
Afterwards, he looked puzzled.
“Why do you always wear that ring? Isn’t the wedding ring enough?”
Of course, this ring carried the significance of that timid little heart.
Yin Chen smiled quietly, lowering his gaze to look down at Zong Cheng.
Zong Cheng’s hand holding Yin Chen’s fingers began to sweat.
Under Yin Chen’s gaze, he felt his body temperature rise. Even though there were ten or so centimeters between them, he could distinctly smell Yin Chen’s familiar scent.
Even the warmth of Yin Chen seemed to radiate through the air.
His eyes inevitably drifted to Yin Chen’s lips.
Those lips…
“I’ll give you a kiss.”
Suddenly, Yin Chen leaned down and kissed him lightly.
Then, smiling, he added, “A kiss. But first, let’s eat. Later, we can go over your plan book, alright?”
Zong Cheng blushed, turning his head to the side.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he nodded.
“Okay.”
Night fell over the villa, filled with the rich sweetness of cake.
Occasional bitterness and silkiness of chocolate punctuated the evening.
Meanwhile, a new member appeared in the trending topic’s super thread.
Editor Qi was in a strange mood—both happy and not.
He sighed heavily at his desk, glancing at a message he had sent Zong Cheng three days ago.
Still no reply.
He sighed louder, even a signed copy of Zong Cheng’s novel in front of him couldn’t stop it.
“What’s wrong? You’ve got the signed edition you wanted, haven’t you?”
His team leader finally asked with genuine curiosity.
Editor Qi poured out his frustration.
“Yes, I have it, but I haven’t been able to reach him for three days! And the book’s already finished—why hasn’t he started a new one?”
He wanted the new book!
That guy has a boyfriend now, right?
So the romance scenes should be coming… hurry up and write!
His team leader remained silent.
“He just finished a while ago. Why the rush?”
Editor Qi glared, looking plaintively at him.
“Don’t you want to read his new work?”
Impossible!
The team leader shrugged.
“Of course I do… But you said this is his hobby, not his job. We’re lucky to get any of it. I’m not greedy.”
?
Then I’ll be greedy!
Editor Qi sighed deeply again.
Unable to resist, he opened Zong Cheng’s old work to reread it.
He froze.
Over a million comments???
Was he seeing things???
Rubbing his eyes, Editor Qi slowly handed his phone to the team leader.
“Are there a hundred thousand or a million comments? My math’s bad.”
“No way, a million… on our tiny little site—”
The team leader’s words trailed off.
They looked at each other, stunned.
Then they both opened the comment section.
“Isn’t the trending couple that CEO and his boyfriend?!”
“Report! The CEO got married! And even made the trending list!”
“Damn! The CEO is actually a wealthy newcomer in the city! No wonder he’s always so shamelessly single! How can a man write so well and have so much money? I wanted him a little poorer so I could survive off a daily meal! Aaah!”
“I’m so jealous. I swore at the author conference over the New Year that the CEO couldn’t possibly be the broad-chested one. Well… slap my face! He is! How does he manage dating a boyfriend, writing, making money, and still have time to post daily updates?!”
“? This plot twist… exquisite!”
“Waaah, I knew the CEO would ghost us eventually. Can I even expect his next book QAQ?”
Editor Qi and the team leader stared blankly.
How did readers figure out their identities?
They weren’t even invited to the wedding—there was no way they would have known.
Editor Qi instinctively asked a reader.
The next moment, he scrolled to the latest comment.
“Girl… are you blind? Look at the CEO’s top-ranked name. Then check the analysis post in the trending topic. See ‘I am a CEO’ and ‘I am also a CEO’? Familiar? That’s them! These two guys have been feeding us fluff right under our noses all along!”
Editor Qi froze, then slowly gave a thumbs-up.
Awesome. You guys are true Little Hook girls!