Silence became the main theme of the night.
The chicken soup’s emotional impact on Ming Qi strangely dissipated in an instant. He slapped his own hand hard.
Let you be careless, insisting on poking a couple of times.
Regret filled his heart, and Yu Qinzhao, who caused all this, clearly had no intention of letting him off easily. After that “pat-pat” message popped up, he very reservedly sent over a question mark, and then asked in a very formal way: Missing me?
Ming Qi: “……”
You were the one who set it up, why are you asking me!
Embarrassed and angry, Ming Qi fumbled around on his account for a while, then forcefully tapped his own avatar twice.
[I patted my own head and said: I don’t!]
Yu Qinzhao couldn’t help but lower his gaze and laugh softly.
Too cute.
Knowing what “too much is as bad as too little,” Yu Qinzhao always kept a proper limit when teasing Ming Qi, and today was no exception. Worried he might get blocked or deleted, he decisively told Ming Qi it was getting late and suggested he rest early.
77.: [cat-cat showing claws.jpg]
Don’t want to sleep anymore, only want to scratch people.
The next morning, Ming Qi got up early from bed, and Meng She had already brought breakfast over.
As always, it was made by the auntie, with a very rich variety.
There were Ming Qi’s favorite custard buns and soy milk, along with various filled buns, sandwiches, basically a mix of Chinese and Western styles.
“Mr. Yu really thought this through. Pick what you like; I’ll take the rest to Senior Bo and the others.”
Ming Qi thought of Yu Qinzhao’s mischief from last night and asked Meng She, “Did he specifically instruct this?”
Meng She nodded: “Yeah, the auntie called me very early. I was afraid the breakfast would get cold, so I rushed over.”
Ming Qi blinked, his right thumb lightly rubbing his index fingernail. Meng She was busy arranging breakfast and didn’t notice the small expression, otherwise he would have definitely realized—he was about to do something mischievous.
“Brother, my phone ran out of battery and shut down yesterday. Can I borrow yours to message Mr. Yu and say thanks?”
“Just take it yourself.”
Meng She didn’t think much of it, and went to knock on the doors of the other leads with the insulated containers. Through the slightly opened door gap, Ming Qi could already hear Bo Hongfang’s voice of thanks: “Smells so good, there’s even pumpkin porridge.”
He lowered his head and found Yu Qinzhao’s WeChat account.
When will I get rich: Thank you, Mr. Yu
Then he firmly tapped the dog-tank avatar: [I patted “Mr. Yu”]
Ming Qi: “……?”
He looked blankly at this “pat-pat” message, then pulled out his own phone to check last night’s version, and while deep in thought about what was going on, Yu Qinzhao’s message arrived on WeChat: I don’t know who secretly used the manager’s phone to pat me.
Ming Qi: “……”
Damn it, exposed again.
77.: You actually changed it.
Y: If others also miss me, that would be a bit impolite.
…
After freeloading a few breakfasts and soups from Ming Qi, Bo Hongfang couldn’t quite hold his old face anymore, so he specially had his assistant buy a lot of snacks and fruits and shoved them into Ming Qi’s arms.
Ming Qi generously shared the snacks. During break time, a group of main actors sat together, and Meng She also bought many drinks and coffees, one cup per person in the entire crew. When Ming Qi asked, Meng She just said it was sent by Mr. Yu.
Taking advantage of everyone chatting about other things, Meng She leaned close to Ming Qi and whispered, “Even though Mr. Yu has a lot of money, this kind of thing shouldn’t be done by him. Logically, we should be the ones doing it ourselves.”
Ming Qi thought for a moment and replied, “I’ll talk to him tonight.”
Just as he finished speaking, he noticed Jiang Pengyi and Fu Yu leaning together, making an “oh.” The drawn-out tone and rising pitch clearly expressed their surprise. Bo Hongfang, whose curiosity was extremely strong, immediately put down the snacks he was rummaging through, stretched his neck and asked, “Oh what?”
Jiang Pengyi handed over his phone. The screen was facing Bo Hongfang: “Someone photographed Yin Anchi attending an overseas art auction.”
Meng She added, “Isn’t that pretty normal?”
Yin Anchi was a domestic male traffic star, debuted through a talent show, with decent professional ability, and had tens of millions of followers on Weibo. His looks were called “high-end face” by fans, and with his height, he was favored by many brands.
For someone like that to attend an art auction seemed perfectly normal.
“But the media also photographed someone else,” Fu Yu said, tilting his phone toward Meng She. “Look! Yu Qinzhao!”
Cough—
Ming Qi almost choked on his pearl.
Meng She quickly patted his back, whispering, “No need to be that shocked, right?”
Ming Qi’s fair face turned bright red.
He wanted to tell Meng She this wasn’t shock, but a very subtle… guilty feeling of an underground hidden marriage partner suddenly being mentioned in public.
Ming Qi steadied himself, took a big sip of pure milk tea to suppress the itch in his throat, and lowered his eyes to open his phone. The topic about Yin Anchi attending the auction had already reached Weibo’s top five trending list. Unexpectedly, the number one trending topic was actually the three characters “Yu Qinzhao.”
This alt account: #YuQinzhao# attended the Richard auction, reportedly purchased a 1.2 billion yuan collectible [photo]
[How much? You said HOW much?!]
[I’m going to fight you rich people, I’m killing you all]
[This CEO-level Yu family boss looks like this and you still want to kill him? You don’t even have a bit of romance in your brain :)]
[For those who don’t know Yu Qinzhao, open your phone—yes, the chip inside is made by Yu’s company. He’s the boss.]
[Some people are young, good-looking, and rich; others are young, love picking their nose, and still cry poor]
[What even is worth 1.2 billion? Are big bosses just rich and dumb?]
[“Only those without money think other people are fools with too much money; those with money don’t even treat money as money.”]
Ming Qi wasn’t very interested in the twelve-billion collection mentioned by the marketing account. He enlarged the photos secretly taken by the media. In fact, with the composition of this photo, it really shouldn’t have been placed under a topic related to Yu Qinzhou, because occupying most of the image was Yin Anchi, while the mentioned Yu Qinzhou was standing at an oblique angle beside Yin Anchi.
The only thing worth praising was that the candid camera used by the media was quite good—it managed to fully highlight all of Yu Qinzhou’s advantages, including the red mole at the corner of his eye. The man was wearing a grayish-brown overcoat, one hand in his pocket, brows slightly lowered. Behind him, his assistant was holding an exquisite wooden box; presumably that was the collectible Yu Qinzhou had won at auction.
While Ming Qi was appreciating the photo, Bo Hongfang was also appreciating it. As he looked, he gradually realized something was off.
Wait… why did this face look so familiar? Like he had seen it somewhere before?
Bo Hongfang frowned, his gaze suddenly drifting to Ming Qi’s face beside him.
A few seconds later, Bo Hongfang quietly walked behind director Zhang Cong, who was watching the filmed footage, and poked his waist. Zhang Cong turned his head expressionlessly, immediately facing the enlarged photo Bo Hongfang deliberately showed him. The man smiled and said, “Old Zhang, take a look. Doesn’t this person look a bit familiar?”
Zhang Cong withdrew his gaze and said calmly, “Ming Qi’s partner.”
Bo Hongfang: “!”
So it really was him!
He just knew he couldn’t possibly forget such a good-looking face. On the first day of the script reading, this man had come to pick Ming Qi up and take him home. He had glanced from afar and even thought the man was more handsome than him.
But he didn’t expect that not only was he more handsome than him, he was also richer than him.
Truly, comparisons between people are maddening.
Bo Hongfang said mysteriously, “Then do you know who he is?”
Zhang Cong very cooperatively asked, “Who?”
Bo Hongfang: “Yu Qinzhou, you know that name, right?”
Zhang Cong: “……”
No wonder. A few days ago he heard people say that the Yu Group seemed to be planning to acquire a top domestic cinema chain brand. He had simply thought the Yu Group had extremely ambitious expansion plans. He didn’t expect there might be Ming Qi’s influence in this.
Rich people really know how to be romantic.
…
Yu Qinzhou probably never expected that he would go viral on the internet.
After the auction-related trending topics appeared, a finance blogger specifically came out to explain Yu Qinzhou and the Yu Group in detail, and also, at public request, shared some candid background photos and interviews of Yu Qinzhou from past events.
Most of the photos were taken overseas. There was only one interview, which Ming Qi had once used to help him fall asleep.
He lay on the bed, yawning, secretly using a secondary account to comment: “Bedtime essential / praise”
Then he saved a few of Yu Qinzhou’s photos and turned to watch Xiao Ba’s daily videos. Just as sleepiness began to set in, the doorbell suddenly rang, instantly scattering all his drowsiness.
Ming Qi touched his pounding heart, barefooted on the carpet, and went to open the door. He looked completely unguarded. As the door opened a crack, he raised his eyes and was about to ask who it was—but suddenly froze.
The man who had just been all over Weibo trending topics was now standing right in front of him. The long silence caused the hallway motion-sensor light to go out completely, swallowing most of the man’s figure into darkness, leaving only his straight nose bridge and thin lips lit by the warm light of the entrance.
“…Why are you here?” Ming Qi was momentarily flustered. “Didn’t you say half a month?”
“It finished early, so I came back early.” Yu Qinzhou stepped forward, his fingers still carrying the cold air from outside, naturally holding the young man’s slender wrist as he closed the door and walked toward the sofa in the living room. “You’re not at West Scenic Bay anyway, there was no point going back. So I came to see you. Didn’t you say visitors were allowed before?”
Ming Qi nodded. “I asked Director Zhang yesterday. He said as long as it doesn’t affect filming, fans or family visiting are allowed.”
Then he asked, “Did you book a room? The hotels in the film city seem to be fully booked these two days.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Qinzhou raised his eyebrows at him.
Ming Qi felt a bit guilty. “W-what?”
Yu Qinzhou said, “Your legal spouse came all this way, and still has to sleep separately?”