"Socially Anxious Passerby Goes Viral by Eating Melons" by Xing Tan [Complete]
Synopsis
Wen Feiran was utterly ordinary, introverted and socially anxious, only able to serve as background scenery and Passerby A on variety shows.
He was well aware of it, never trying to draw attention to himself and hiding from the cameras in a corner.
The first time, he stumbled upon a loving couple known for their virtue and artistic excellence tearing into each other and demanding a divorce.
The second time, it was a pure-hearted male idol sweet-talking his six older sisters.
By the nth time, stepmother and sister-in-law drama was flying everywhere...
Wherever he went, the melon patch followed. No one survived!
Netizens who were long sick of variety-show scripts and fake mutual flattery: Cameraman, hurry up and follow him! We want more melons!
Wen Feiran became a guarantee of buzz, his fan count skyrocketed, and people chased him down to offer him opportunities.
Socially anxious Wen, who only wanted to leave the entertainment industry: Please, no!
Later, netizens also discovered that Wen Feiran was incredibly good-looking.
When he got moving, he could race cars with flair and dominate in games.
When he sat down, he could do traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, and a single performance could amaze everyone.
Basically, he could do anything that didn't require socializing.
??? This was just a passerby?!
It feels like he has plenty of melons of his own!
Wen Feiran trembled as he held tight to his
vest.
In fact, he had once been dragged off to do
quick transmigration
missions, and he also had a secret spouse.
***
Gu Suian, the
film emperor
who had retired from the entertainment industry to inherit the family business, suddenly joined a variety show with great fanfare.
He spread his peacock feathers like crazy, hid from the cameras with Wen Feiran, and even broke his aloof persona to share melons with him of his own accord.
One day, Wen Feiran disappeared from the
livestream
again, and the cameraman knew to follow him.
The camera caught Gu Suian pressing closer and closer. "When are you going to acknowledge who I am to you?"
Netizens: Oh-ho, Wen Feiran really didn't disappoint! He really was hiding the juiciest melon of all!
Tags:
Wealthy
families
entertainment industry
absurd comedy
Main characters: Wen Feiran, Gu Suian ┃ Supporting characters: ┃ Other:
One-line summary: The ancient Greek god of melons
Theme: Face life with an optimistic attitude and live every day earnestly.
Chapter 1: Here Comes the Melon~
"Hello, I have an appointment with Li Tao at three."
"All right, I'll check for you." The receptionist gave him a practiced smile. "Mr. Wen, Mr. Li is in a meeting. Please wait a little while."
"Okay." As he lifted his head, a pair of eyes appeared beneath the brim of his hat. Their pupils were clear and limpid, their curves full as peach blossom petals, and their outer corners tilted slightly upward with a polite smile.
Only after he left did the receptionist come to her senses and excitedly tell her colleague, "That person just now was definitely a newly signed artist. He was covered up so thoroughly that I couldn't see his face, but judging by his figure and bearing alone, he's definitely a total hunk!"
Her colleague had just started her shift and regretted missing him. She asked curiously, "What's his name?"
"Wen Feiran."
"That name sounds a little familiar..."
Silence fell for a second. Memories resurfaced in their minds, and identical expressions of surprise appeared on their faces.
"Wait, isn't Wen Feiran that..."
It was already three o'clock. Wen Feiran looked at the tightly shut office door and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Li Tao was a terrible snob, always currying favor with those above him and looking down on those below. A minor artist like him, who offered no value, would definitely be left until last. There was no telling how long he'd have to wait.
He hated people with no sense of time most of all!
Wen Feiran had a brief fit of anger, then continued standing by the door like a punished student. It was working hours, and people came and went in the hallway, occasionally glancing at him with curiosity.
He looked away awkwardly and pretended to gaze out the window. Once they had passed, he looked around and quickly found a quiet, deserted corner using his innate skill as a socially anxious person.
His taut nerves relaxed, and Wen Feiran returned to his usual self. Without a care for his image as an idol, he sat on the steps and played a match-three game on mute to pass the time.
He was so absorbed that he missed the hurried, jumbled footsteps. Only when he heard a deliberately lowered voice demanding an answer did he come back to his senses.
"You're really pregnant?!"
His finger froze. Wen Feiran looked up blankly toward the voice.
"Yes, I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby." A soft female voice rang out, trembling at the end as she nearly cried tears of joy.
But the man's voice sounded utterly cold, even tinged with anger. "Impossible. That's not my child!"
The hallway fell silent for a few seconds before broken sobs rang out, so pitiful they could melt a heart. "Liu Fengyuan, how can you be so heartless? Since you don't want him, after he's born, I won't tell him who his father is either!"
"Are you really..." The man's bluster faded, and he asked hesitantly, "How can you be sure it's mine?"
A sharp slap rang out. It sounded painful. "Liu Fengyuan, you bastard! How could you say that? Is that the kind of woman you think I am?!"
Wen Feiran: "..."
Oh no, I accidentally overheard their private business.
To avoid an awkward encounter, he wanted to sneak away, only to find that the arguing man and woman were blocking the only way out.
Just as he was torn between staying put and walking out in front of them, the man spoke again. A few short words rooted him to the spot for half a minute.
"But I have low sperm motility. The doctor said I only have a 0.1% chance in this lifetime of having a child of my own."
Wen Feiran: "..."
He silently drew back his foot and covered his mouth, afraid that breathing too loudly would give him away.
This was no longer just a matter of awkwardness. He seriously suspected that if the guy found him, he'd kill him to keep him quiet!
Love and hate between men and women were common enough. Who hadn't gone crazy and shed tears over love? Wen Feiran didn't take it to heart either. He lowered his head and continued playing his match-three game, prepared to wait it out until the couple left.
"We live together. I gave up my career and spend all twenty-four hours of the day revolving around you, serving you tea and water and taking care of the housework. You know that better than anyone. How could I possibly have time to see anyone else, let alone get pregnant with another man's child?" The woman's tone was somewhat anxious.
Wen Feiran nodded repeatedly.
What a wonderful girlfriend! She's sacrificed so much for you. How could you suspect her just because you're infertile?!