Ming Qi thought his intuition was indeed very accurate. The moment he heard the “Y” in Hengfeng’s mouth, he felt it was Ying Qianzhou. Now it seemed he was right.
He checked the livestream time—over two hours had passed. After telling the other three in the room, he ended the game, then chatted with the fans a bit more before ending the stream.
Ming Qi threw himself into Ying Qianzhou’s arms. The man naturally wrapped an arm around his waist. The phone, tossed aside, lay face up, showing Hengfeng’s youthful face still talking nonstop, thanking Y Boss for the donations.
Ming Qi glanced at Ying Qianzhou: “Why didn’t you support me in my livestream and instead went to Hengfeng’s room?”
Ying Qianzhou’s right hand lazily pinched his waist. The hem of their matching shirts was unknowingly lifted, cool fingertips brushing over jade-like skin. He curved his lips into an ambiguous smile: “I just wanted to see what your junior looks like.”
Ming Qi sharply sensed that the word “junior” coming from Ying Qianzhou sounded a little off, but the feeling vanished in an instant. He even subconsciously glanced at the phone. After playing several matches together, he still didn’t actually know what the other person looked like—
His gaze had not yet glimpsed even a fraction when his chin was grabbed by Ying Qianzhou, forcibly turning him back.
The man’s smile deepened a few degrees.
“Senior also wants to take a look?”
“Let me see.” Ming Qi blinked, trying again to lean over, but Ying Qianzhou had already reached out and turned off the phone. Immediately after, his coaxing voice rang by his ear.
“Looking at me isn’t enough?”
Wait.
Ming Qi came back to his senses and was about to ask whether Ying Qianzhou was jealous, but the moment his lips parted, he was kissed.
The man’s tongue forcefully pushed in and swept through, like an evening tide carrying a surging, almost wicked intent. In an instant, all surrounding air seemed stripped away. His slightly oxygen-deprived mind slowed down; Ming Qi no longer remembered anything about Hengfeng or juniors. He only felt his tongue go numb from being sucked, and the hand at his waist grew increasingly hot.
“Senior, let’s see later who’s actually better.”
A low, hoarse voice slipped into his ear, making a ticklish sensation rise along his spine that caused Ming Qi to instinctively shrink slightly.
His remaining rationality still tried to think—
What did he mean, who’s actually better?
Besides Ying Qianzhou, had he ever been kissed by anyone else?
Ming Qi, unable to figure it out, quickly sank into the surging tide of emotion.
At 2 a.m., the wind outside the window moved the curtains, dispersing the ambiguous atmosphere in the study. Ming Qi lay limp in Ying Qianzhou’s arms. His gaze accidentally swept over the sofa and he flinched as if burned, quickly pulling it back. Then he said in a hoarse voice softly, “I want to go back to the room.”
“Okay.”
The satisfied man was the most obedient; whatever Ming Qi asked, he did.
After lying on the bed and enjoying Ying Qianzhou’s routine massage, he urged him to get the phone from the study. The other party also obediently went.
After getting the phone, Ming Qi opened WeChat and, as expected, there were a pile of messages.
Last night’s livestream went smoothly. As soon as it ended, Meng She and Bu Hongfang sent him messages. It was just that he hadn’t had time to reply then.
Bu Senior: Where are you?
Bu Senior: After the stream ended, you disappeared?
Bu Senior: Wait, don’t tell me you got pressed down by Ying Qianzhou and “taught a lesson” in bed? Tsk tsk tsk, just calling him “senior” a couple times, no need for that right?
Bu Senior: Alright, I won’t disturb you two anymore. Wishing you both a pleasant night tonight.
Ming Qi: “……”
Although he was already used to Bu Hongfang’s shamelessness, seeing this kind of statement still made him a little embarrassed. He, in a self-deceptive manner, sent him a period, then explained: Went out, didn’t bring my phone.
He originally thought Bu Hongfang was already asleep, but unexpectedly the other party replied instantly, and only sent a single emoji:
[hehe.jpg]
Ming Qi: “……”
Not a single word, but the mockery was extremely strong, and the damage was also extremely strong.
Ming Qi decisively pretended he didn’t see it and then replied to Meng She, and accepted the friend requests from Three K and Hengfeng.
Hengfeng, relying on his youth, had a very active nightlife. At this moment he was still guarding his phone. When he saw the friend request finally go through, he was almost moved to tears.
Hengfeng: Senior, I thought you were lying and didn’t want to add me on WeChat. My heart almost shattered / pitiful
Ming Qi’s eyelid twitched slightly and replied: Sorry, I had something urgent to deal with, only now I have time.
Hengfeng: It’s fine, it’s fine. Senior, are you still not sleeping?
“Senior, are you still not sleeping?”
Hengfeng’s words suddenly gained a physical voice. Ming Qi abruptly turned his head, only to see Ying Qianzhou raising his brows at him. The hand that had been on his lower back loosened slightly, lightly brushing over it and triggering a sensitive reaction. His eye corners turned slightly red as he complained softly, “Why are you reading it out loud?”
“Isn’t it because I was worried senior would be too tired, eyes dizzy and unable to see clearly?” Ying Qianzhou spoke slowly. “Does senior not like how considerate I am?”
Ming Qi: “……”
This was not consideration at all—it was clearly trying to take his life.
During those two hours in the study, Ying Qianzhou kept calling him “senior,” speaking slowly and deliberately saying things that made Ming Qi embarrassed. Ming Qi’s whole body turned red from shame, yet he was powerless to resist. Just when he was about to reach the peak, he was still held and asked who was better.
Only now did he belatedly realize that Ying Qianzhou’s “who’s better” was clearly jealousy.
Because after winning the chicken dinner, he had praised Three K and Hengfeng with “you two are amazing.”
This man was so petty!
Ming Qi quickly replied to Hengfeng with “sleeping, sleeping,” then exited WeChat and forced a smile at Ying Qianzhou.
“Boss Ying, are you tired? How about you take a break?”
Ying Qianzhou chuckled. “Not tired. Massaging for senior is only right.”
Ming Qi: “……”
Fortunately, Ying Qianzhou also knew what it meant to stop while ahead. After teasing him for a bit, he reined it in in time and got up to lie down beside him.
Ming Qi naturally leaned into his arms and browsed Weibo.
Undercover was now extremely popular. Ming Qi and Bu Hongfang’s livestream didn’t actually contain much content, but it spawned many topics. Bu Hongfang and Huo Chengtang’s matters aside for now, Ming Qi’s relationship drew a lot of attention.
#Ming Qi’s partner appearance#
#He must be the good-looking one#
#Good-looking, but not available for you to see yet#
Ming Qi clicked into one of the topics and immediately saw the top post:
Sisters, even Bu Hongfang said Ming Qi’s boyfriend is good-looking, so it’s probably true. So the question is, who can be more good-looking than Bu Hongfang? Ying Qianzhou is more good-looking than Bu Hongfang, right? So Ying Qianzhou is Ming Qi’s boyfriend. Alright, this round Cycle CP wins.
[logically self-consistent, sisters are amazing]
[Cycle CP fans are really something]
[ok ok ok, instant win]
Ming Qi couldn’t help but like it and thought it indeed made sense.
He continued scrolling. There were fans joining the fun, and also haters taking the chance to attack him.
Peach Blossom Still There: A reasonable discussion—why did someone who was just clout-chasing Ying Qianzhou suddenly announce a boyfriend? Most likely because repeated provocations angered capital, so to avoid being blacklisted, they specially pulled out a so-called boyfriend as a shield. Otherwise, why refuse to show the boyfriend’s face? It’s not some kind of secret.
[That actually makes sense.]
[Honestly I think Bu Hongfang’s “good-looking” comment was probably just nonsense. Everyone knows they’re close.]
[Anyone who can be friends with Bu Hongfang can’t be anything good : )]
[What a pity, I was originally waiting for this movie release to see Ming Qi flop.]
Ming Qi rested his chin on his hand, completely unconcerned with how others were insulting him. Instead, his gaze lingered on the line: “Anyone who can be friends with Bu Hongfang can’t be anything good,” and he screenshot it, sending it to Bu Hongfang.
Bu Hongfang replied instantly: “……Let me do some divination. That’s definitely that bastard Huo Chengtang’s black fan. Every time they insult Huo Chengtang, they drag me in too.”
Ming Qi didn’t quite believe it and clicked into the user’s profile—and it really was.
Poor Bu ge, dragged down by Senior Huo.
Ming Qi sent him a “pity” emoji.
…
Ming Qi originally thought the livestream bonus exposure ended there, but unexpectedly the streaming platform saw the traffic generated by him and Bu Hongfang and directly sent an invitation to the Undercover production team.
When Zheng Liang heard this, he chuckled lightly. “Isn’t that normal? Last night you guys did a four-person voice mic stream playing games. Any one of you alone could outperform a top streamer on the platform. And since you two didn’t turn on gifts or donations, the platform can’t even make money—of course operations would be anxious.”
Ming Qi lay on the sofa, his phone propped against the coffee table. “Did Director Zhang agree?”
“He did,” Bu Hongfang said lazily. “He’s trying to push for fifty billion after all.”
Director Zhang Zong was under pressure from investors and naturally wanted the film’s performance to keep rising.
A free promotional opportunity delivered to his doorstep—he wouldn’t let it slip away.
“It’s Friday night next week. Director Zhang wants to stream then, and use it to boost cinema attendance.”
Ming Qi said he understood.
The second livestream collaboration went ahead. Even though Ying Qianzhou wasn’t at home, Ming Qi didn’t feel nervous. He hugged his knees on the chair and listened to the senior actors chatting about behind-the-scenes stories, occasionally joining in, but mostly letting the seniors speak.
Everything had originally been perfect.
Until the study door was quietly pushed open a crack, and Little Eight—wearing expensive jewelry—licked its paw like a little aristocrat and swaggered in. It sneaked behind Ming Qi, then suddenly jumped up, landing on the back of the chair.
Ming Qi frowned and turned his head. Little Eight unexpectedly leapt again, landing on top of the chair and sitting proudly, tail raised high as it let out a soft “meow” toward the camera.
The livestream chat froze for a few seconds—then exploded into a flood of question marks.