Although 100,000 RMB meant nothing to Bo Hongfang, a giveaway was still about fun. If you actually got picked as one of the twenty, the happiness would far exceed the money itself.
Bo Hongfang cheerfully asked Ming Qi whether he would join too. But when he saw his rapidly increasing repost numbers, a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
His expression stiffened. Trembling fingers opened his profile. The moment the name “Bo Hongfang” appeared, it felt like all the blood in his body turned cold—his heart practically stopped.
“Ming Qi,” he said after a long silence, “if—I mean if—I just used my main account for that repost, would that be okay?”
Ming Qi: “……”
He leaned over, pulled Bo Hongfang’s hand away, and asked:
“Do you think I would be okay?”
They stared at each other.
An urgent ringtone suddenly rang out. Ming Qi caught the caller ID—[Zheng Liang].
Thinking Zheng Liang was probably about to scold Bo Hongfang for causing trouble again, Ming Qi patted his shoulder:
“Bro, I think you’re not doing too well right now. So I’m fine.”
Bo Hongfang: “……”
Since it was his own mistake, Bo Hongfang drooped his brows and quietly accepted being scolded by Zheng Liang. After hearing the solution, he followed instructions and went all in—reposting dozens of CP Super Topic giveaways in one go, and even posted a new Weibo:
“Everyone please like and comment more so the system sees my account is active and improves my chances of winning.”
Zheng Liang casually steered the situation, and the trending topic quickly became:
#BoHongfangSeemsToReallyLikeGiveaways
Ming Qi, who had witnessed the entire process, silently gave Zheng Liang a thumbs-up.
A true top-tier agent—turning chaos back into control in seconds.
“Actually, if you want Meng She to be as good as Zheng Liang, it’s not impossible. I have a secret method,” Bo Hongfang said mysteriously.
This caught Ming Qi’s attention.
“What method?”
“Make him handle more messes. He’ll gain experience that way.”
Ming Qi: “……”
He later relayed this advice to Meng She, who replied:
“Please thank Bo Yingdi’s ancestors eight generations over for me.”
…
On Weibo, the situation had now split into three groups:
One group genuinely believed Bo Hongfang loved giveaways.
One group was criticizing him and Ming Qi for clout-chasing.
The third group was shocked at the variety and quality of the CP Super Topic giveaways and joined in just to reduce everyone’s winning chances.
Some fans were practically gritting their teeth:
[Old Bo you bastard, there were only 2,000 people in the mic giveaway, now it’s 20,000]
[Back when it was small I could win red envelopes every day, now I can’t even catch anything]
[The antis are yelling, but only fans know this place used to feel safe (I mean financially safe)]
[@BoHongfang I hate you]
Ming Qi found it funny and forwarded it to Bo Hongfang.
Bo Hongfang sighed. He didn’t want this either—didn’t this also reduce his own chances of winning?
“Old Bo.”
Hearing his name, Bo Hongfang looked up at Zhang Cong.
“What is it?”
Zhang Cong asked:
“I heard from Zheng Liang that you’re thinking about transitioning into directing? Are you serious?”
This question immediately drew everyone’s attention.
Even Ming Qi looked over in surprise.
Bo Hongfang didn’t deny it:
“It’s true. Still picking scripts, and I need to learn more professionally.”
“Why the sudden change?”
“It’s not sudden. Just trying something new.”
He smiled and patted Ming Qi’s shoulder:
“Let’s make a deal. When the time comes, I’ll pick a script suitable for you. We’ll team up and stomp Undercover and Winter Has Arrived, and win the Golden Crane Award.”
Before Ming Qi could respond, Zhang Cong laughed coldly:
“Beat Undercover? Try again in your next life.”
Bo Hongfang rolled his eyes.
“Old Zhang, that’s not very supportive of a senior.”
Huai Manyun suddenly asked:
“So does this ‘new thing’ include joining a dating show? I heard there’s a reality romance show inviting you and Huo Chengtang—is that true?”
Ming Qi’s eyes instantly lit up with curiosity.
“Really? But isn’t everyone already aware you two have broken up?”
Bo Hongfang’s expression turned complicated, but he still answered honestly:
“It’s true. They even said it was specially designed for me and Huo Chengtang. After filming, we might even get back together. I’d like to thank their ancestors—very thoroughly.”
Ming Qi lowered his voice.
“I kind of want to see it.”
After all, he counted as half a Red Candy CP fan himself.
Bo Hongfang’s expression turned cold.
“Then you’re going to be disappointed.”
Ming Qi: (▼へ▼メ)
The gathering continued until midnight. Zhang Cong had a bit too much to drink and, taking advantage of the fact the private room had everything, grabbed the microphone and started singing karaoke with great enthusiasm. Only when he finally got tired did he say he was going home.
Seeing this, Qu Xiang sighed helplessly and supported Zhang Cong while asking the others:
“Are you all going to stay and sing a bit more? Or should we all leave together—me and Old Zhang will head out first?”
Huai Manyun stretched and yawned.
“Rare day off. I’m going home to sleep early. I’ve been shooting night scenes recently—my dark circles were almost impossible to fix.”
Qu Xiang nodded.
“Alright, let’s go together then. Manyun, did you drive? Should Old Zhang and I send you?”
Huai Manyun waved her hand.
“I drove. What about you two?”
Their eyes then landed on Ming Qi and Bo Hongfang. The latter lifted his phone.
“Hired a ride.”
Ming Qi quickly added:
“Yu Qinzhou is coming to pick me up, but it’ll take a few minutes. You all go first—I’ll wait here.”
After seeing the four of them leave, Ming Qi returned to the private room. He looked for his mask, only to find it had fallen on the floor at some point. Disliking the idea of using it again, he casually threw it into the trash.
Checking the time, he sat back on the sofa and waited patiently for Yu Qinzhou to arrive. With nothing else to do, he scrolled Weibo, occasionally using his alt account to “reduce his chances of winning giveaways.”
Then the door was pushed open.
A faint sound, unnoticed by him.
Until suddenly—
A slightly cool hand covered his eyes from behind.
Ming Qi jolted in surprise, but the familiar scent instantly dispersed the faint perfume in the room.
He pulled Yu Qinzhou’s hand away and turned around.
“You scared me.”
His tone carried a hint of complaint, almost like he was whining.
Yu Qinzhou leaned close.
Naturally noticing his reaction, he said calmly:
“My fault. Want me to make it up to you?”
Ming Qi immediately became interested.
“How?”
Yu Qinzhou thought for a moment seriously.
“Let you be on top tonight?”
Ming Qi’s smile froze.
He turned and walked away immediately.
This was not an apology.
This was payment.
Yu Qinzhou laughed, quickly grabbing his arm.
“I’m joking. Whatever you want as compensation, I’ll do it.”
Ming Qi couldn’t think of anything right now. Worse, he felt like he couldn’t let such a good opportunity go to waste. So he leaned back into Yu Qinzhou’s arms.
“Then I’ll think about it and tell you later. Is that okay?”
Yu Qinzhou nodded easily.
Ming Qi was satisfied.
“Let’s go home. I’m sleepy.”
It was late. Yu Qinzhou drove himself. His car—a black Koenigsegg—was parked in the garage.
Ming Qi was surprised.
“Why this car?”
Yu Qinzhou glanced at him.
“Originally wanted to take you for a drive. But since you said you’re tired, we’ll go home—”
Before he could finish, Ming Qi interrupted.
His eyes lit up.
“I’m not tired anymore.”
Yu Qinzhou couldn’t help laughing.
“Then let’s go.”
…
Yu Qinzhou’s “drive” led them toward a mountain near the western Jing Bay area. It wasn’t far, but Ming Qi had never been there before.
There was a large open clearing surrounded by dense trees, dark enough to feel slightly eerie at night.
Until Yu Qinzhou led him past a small wooden cabin.
In the darkness, countless fireflies drifted slowly through the air, illuminating Ming Qi’s delicate face.
And the surprise in his eyes.
He carefully stretched out his hand, letting a firefly land on his fingertip.
Yu Qinzhou instinctively raised his phone, capturing every moment.
When he looked up again, Ming Qi turned toward him.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I heard it from Ayue when we were having tea this afternoon,” Yu Qinzhou said. “He just mentioned it casually. I didn’t expect we’d be lucky enough to see it.”
Ming Qi kept taking photos, his sleepiness completely gone.
Suddenly he asked:
“Can we also watch the sunrise here? Is it possible?”
Yu Qinzhou looked slightly surprised, then nodded.
“As long as you want to, yes.”
“Then let’s find a good spot to watch it.”
Although it was May, the night air was still a bit cool. Ming Qi hadn’t brought a jacket, so Yu Qinzhou made him sit inside the car.
Warm air from the heater quickly drove away the cold.
The one who had insisted on staying up suddenly fell asleep within minutes.
Watching his peaceful sleeping face, Yu Qinzhou couldn’t help smiling.
He took off his coat and placed it over Ming Qi, then set an alarm.
The next morning.
When Ming Qi slowly woke up, he found himself in Yu Qinzhou’s arms, sitting at the carefully chosen sunrise spot.
He shifted slightly.
Yu Qinzhou lowered his gaze.
“Awake?”
“Mm…”
Still drowsy, he gradually became more conscious—and the moment he did, he suddenly lifted his head.
Looking toward the horizon.
Fortunately, they hadn’t missed it.
As the distant sky began to glow with soft orange light, Ming Qi smiled.
“Last time we watched the sunset on the island… today we’re watching sunrise on the mountain. That’s nice.”
“Next time, aurora?”
Ming Qi’s eyes brightened even more.
“Okay.”
After returning home, Ming Qi sorted the firefly and sunrise photos and posted them on Weibo before heading into the bathroom to wash up—missing the rapidly climbing trending topic:
#YuQinzhouMingQi
At the same moment, Meng She had just woken up.
Half-asleep, brushing his teeth while scrolling Weibo.
After seeing Yu Qinzhou and Ming Qi trending together again, he remained very calm.
Especially after last night’s Bo Hongfang chaos, the CP fanbase had exploded. So this was probably just CP fans causing another wave.
The calm Manager Meng clicked into the trending topic, about to see what the CP fans had done to make the ranking shoot up so quickly. The moment he opened it, he almost choked himself to death on a mouthful of toothpaste foam.
Give Me Your Phone Number: The Yu Qinzhou and Ming Qi you wanted to see [photo]
In the somewhat dim hallway, Yu Qinzhou and Ming Qi walked side by side toward somewhere. The two seemed to be talking about something interesting. A faint smile rested on Yu Qinzhou’s lips as he lowered his eyes, while Ming Qi’s long fingers hooked onto the former’s sleeve, eyes slightly curved.
Meng She stared at the photo for a full two minutes, thinking that his instincts really hadn’t been wrong at all. Sure enough, they couldn’t hold back for long—even going out without masks.
Playing dead this time would be difficult too.
After thinking for a moment, he simply gave up struggling and left two words in the comments section:
Perfect match.