ITOTIABSAM | Entertainment Industry | 13
After the performance, Xue Minglang learned that Xie Ye had come.
He and Su Qingyue had separate dressing rooms, which was relatively quieter. Even if the surrounding staff heard about it, no one dared to gossip.
It was the manager who sent him a WeChat message: "【Pictures】【Pictures】, he's here again. How come Xie Ye is so persistent? I'm not around, so you and Qingyue should be more careful."
Ten minutes later, the manager sent two more messages:
【It seems I made a mistake. Xie Ye went to pick up Gu Cong. He wouldn't really be interested in him, right? Tsk tsk, an older man pursuing a younger one, playing around. I even contacted the public relations department.】
【Anyway, as long as you and Qingyue are fine, I've negotiated the contract, so don't worry.】
Fingers sliding, Xue Minglang opened the top two blurry photos. The black-haired youth dressed in a low-key manner, unfazed by being photographed. Tall and elegant, he remained calm and composed, completely unaffected by external opinions. Even though his face wasn't visible, he could still capture people's attention.
... Just like every time he came to find Xue Minglang before.
On Weibo, Xue Minglang's fans were celebrating that Xie Ye, the "romantic brain," had finally set his sights on someone else. They sent wishes for a lasting and harmonious relationship between Xie Ye and Gu Cong.
Xue Minglang lowered his head, scrolling through the messages one by one. Contrary to expectations, he didn't feel as happy as he thought.
"Lang ge? Are you done with your work?" The door of the dressing room was pushed open from the inside, and Su Qingyue smiled, saying, "Let's remove the makeup first. The teacher is waiting."
The fans were right; he did exude a noble aura, as if raised in luxury. Every word and action made people feel elegant and pleasing, and most importantly, it all seemed natural.
This was something that Xie Ye once had and lost.
The Weibo timeline happened to show a video of Xie Ye doing makeup for Gu Yuzhou. Xue Minglang turned off the screen, saying, "Coming."
Meanwhile, in the car, Xie Ye had no time to pay attention to the protagonist's dilemma.
Because he was tired.
The backseat of the chauffeured car was a continuous space, and Gu Cong, with his tall stature and long legs, occasionally brushed against his knees as the driver made turns and accelerated. Despite the two layers of fabric between them, he was just too tired.
What kind of potent sleeping pill was this person in his previous life?
The feeling of being half-asleep and half-awake was truly uncomfortable. Although he wanted to sit properly and maintain a clear boundary with Gu Cong, he couldn't escape the tug of exhaustion. After an unknown amount of time, Gu Cong felt a slight weight on his shoulder. He turned his head, and what he saw was Xie Ye's gently closed eyelashes.
Holding the endorsement contract that Xie Ye had fought for him, Gu Cong instinctively slowed his breathing, remaining completely still, afraid of waking the other person.
Xie Ye's eyelashes were quite curled.
Just like the person himself—thin and long, with a slight curl at the end, resembling a small hook that teased and tickled. Although Gu Cong had shared a bed with him for a few days, it was the first time he observed him at such a close distance.
Closer than during the makeup session.
Moreover, Xie Ye had his eyes closed at the moment, covering those unusually deep irises. His breathing was shallow, revealing a softness that was rarely seen in his usual demeanor.
Xie Ye likes overcast days. He often keeps the curtain on the side he sits drawn for an extended period. At this moment, he is mostly concealed in the shadows, with only the tip of his nose and a strand of bangs bathed in the colorful, flowing lights from outside the window. The interplay of light and shadow makes his slightly overdone red lips resemble the vampires in thorny castles, or perhaps the Sleeping Beauty awaiting a prince's kiss.
Dangerous yet beautiful.
Perhaps feeling the intense gaze from above, the young man with black hair furrows his eyebrows slightly. Startled, Gu Cong's Adam's apple rolls as he quickly averts his eyes, as if he had just been caught doing something indecent.
Shifting his attention, Gu Cong opened his phone, and the first notification he saw caused him to purse his lips.
#Xue Minglang Likes Xie Ye’s Post#?
What on earth? Did Brother Xie have interaction with the other party today?
1101, passionately indulging in gossip, was temporarily rendered speechless. Almost going insane:
Who would have thought that such a cliché and dog-blooded event of accidentally hitting the like button would occur on Xue Minglang, who had never experienced a plot twist before? And not even for Su Qingyue but for his host!
If this were the original plot, readers would definitely explode.
【?? Xue Minglang likes a video of Xie Ye doing makeup for Gu Cong? What's going on?】
【It must be celebrating breaking free from the tough candy.】
【Hahaha, can't wait for the old bull and tender grass to pack up and leave.】
【If Xie Ye sees this, he better not cry.】
【Seamless transition, is it impossible for bed scenes to happen without men?】
Just as they were slapped in the face over the "self-assumed claim to the set visit," Xue Minglang's fans, filled with pent-up frustration, were a bit crazed. However, apart from repeatedly dragging out the previously circulated negative material online to mock, they couldn't find any new points to attack Xie Ye.
They could only rely on the "loser" status of someone who had unsuccessfully pursued Xue Minglang and was rejected to assert their superiority, expressing the central idea that "a toad wants to eat swan meat."
Xie Ye's fans, who had been passively maintaining a Buddha-like demeanor, finally couldn't sit still:
【We admit that Xie Ye is blind, but are some fans also blind?】
【Not a single proper award, yet claiming to be a top star? Haha, who is unworthy of whom?】
【Really funny, as if liking someone means you have to be a widow for him. The person isn't even dead yet.】
【Wake up, the Qing Dynasty is already gone.】
【Isn't the little milk puppy attractive?】
In places where scolding was necessary, Xie Ye's fans were no gentler than others, which ultimately left Xue Minglang's fans feeling frustrated as if punching into cotton, unable to find any satisfaction.
Unable to help it, Xue Minglang had acted in many highly popular TV dramas, but the films he could boast about were only the one he debuted in. In the entertainment industry, the latter was often more recognized.
1101: Are you silly? Xue Minglang filmed the award-winning movie after completing the variety show.
Its host's fans could be arrogantly complacent for at least another year.
After surfing the internet back and forth for a few rounds, surprisingly, Gu Cong, who served as a pillow for the host, was still staring blankly at his phone, and it seemed like he hadn't even turned the pages.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, 1101 sneakily glanced at his screen, only to find that he paid no attention to the war of words in the comments section. He was repeatedly playing the video over and over again.
What was so interesting about a few seconds of candid footage?
"We've arrived."
The driver habitually turned his head to inform them as he skillfully parked the car in the parking lot below Xie Ye's apartment building. However, he found that Gu Cong had hurriedly raised his index finger towards him. His employer, on the other hand, was sleeping soundly, leaning on the former's shoulder.
In this moment, he suddenly felt ashamed of his previous dirty thoughts. It turned out that Xie Ye's words about going home and relaxing were actually as literal as they sounded.
Gesturing to the location of the car keys and the blanket, the driver got out of the car as quietly as a mouse.
"Click."
The car door gently closed for a moment, allowing a light breeze to enter. The black-haired youth's eyelids twitched, but he didn't wake up.
Gu Cong quietly sighed in relief.
As time passed, it wasn't until the phone in his pocket vibrated softly that Xie Ye woke up from a dreamless sleep. He answered the phone in a daze, "Hello?"
"What's this sound? Are you sleeping?" Unable to ignore the hoarseness in the other's voice, Zhou Ming's forehead veins throbbed. "What time is it, and you're still sleeping? Where's Gu Cong? Where did you take him?"
His voice was too loud. Even though Xie Ye had set the call volume very low, a few sentences still leaked out. Upon hearing his own name, the young man who had remained silent for a long time approached, "Hello, Manager Zhou. Gu Cong is here."
Xie Ye was startled.
With his senses slowly returning as his mind cleared, Xie Ye realized that the "pillow" he was leaning on was warm, just the right firmness, and had elasticity. It even moved slightly with Gu Cong's speech.
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Ming suddenly fell silent, as if someone had strangled his throat.
"Uh, actually, it's nothing important. We can talk after you finish dealing with... whatever you're doing." Clearly misunderstanding something, he took a few deep breaths in quick succession and forced out a sentence:
"Take care."
"I’m hanging up."
Feeling secure in the fact that everything between him and Gu Cong was clear and innocent, Xie Ye sensed something was off when Zhou Ming said those words. The warm breath of the young man was hitting his fingertips one after another.
Too close.
Even though the call had ended, did the other person still expect to chat with Zhou Ming for a few more minutes?
"I've had a good nap. Where's the driver? Let him take you back." Placing his index finger against Gu Cong's forehead, pushing him away, Xie Ye grabbed his phone and stood up. Right after that, his neck emitted a crisp cracking sound.
Gu Cong blinked. "It seems I can't leave just yet."
Sure enough, the ambiguous scenario of leaning on the shoulder for a long time without a pillow only happens to protagonists. As a villain with the label of "tragic," Xie Ye naturally accepted this outcome.
Although Gu Cong was young, he was very good at taking care of people. Without Xie Ye having to ask, he voluntarily pressed the elevator button for the floor, turned around with great joy, and said, "I've been here before."
His tone was cheerful, as if he was showing off.
In a daze, Xie Ye once again saw a tail swaying back and forth.
Apart from the basic furniture, he didn't think there was anything interesting in his apartment. He didn't even have proper slippers; they were disposable.
However, the young man he brought into the apartment seemed to think otherwise. Gu Cong, already somewhat outgoing by nature, with Xie Ye's permission, quickly figured out the general layout of the entire apartment.
"There’s water in the refrigerator, you can help yourself."
Hearing Xie Ye's casual invitation, Gu Cong opened the refrigerator. In the spacious fresh-keeping compartment, all he saw were various types of alcohol, and three lonely bottles of purified water pitifully squeezed into a corner.
Holding a bottle of essential oil he had taken from the bathroom, Xie Ye said, "It's for better sleep. Haven't used it in a long time. Is that okay?"
Gu Cong responded with an "Ah" and said, "I'll go wash my hands."
He relaxed his muscles, he had done it himself after practicing dance last night, but for some reason, he felt a bit nervous now. Especially when he saw Xie Ye sitting on the sofa waiting for him, this nervousness reached its peak.
Completely defenseless, the black-haired youth had his back turned, revealing a hint of snowy skin between the hair and the shirt.
In a porcelain basin placed on the coffee table, there was hot water of a cyan color. Originally intended for cultivating some bowl lotuses or water irises, it was now accompanied by a towel, giving it a down-to-earth feeling.
"It was given to me by Xue Minglan when I moved, never used it before."
The footsteps behind him came to a halt, and Xie Ye guessed what the other was curious about. He flipped through his memory and explained.
"Oh." Gu Cong responded, so it was a gift from Xue Minglang.
After washing his hands with warm water, Xie Ye sat down on the sofa, and he then sank into the sofa behind the youth. Keeping a close eye on the cyan porcelain basin on the coffee table, he gently touched Xie Ye's nape with his fingertips.
"A white shirt can get stained easily." Gu Cong asked, "Can you pull down your collar a bit?"
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