Wen Feiran stood up, the wind lifting the hem of his clothes. Clusters of flowers blocked his view.
Su Shangting's outstretched hand froze in midair as he watched Wen Feiran coldly ignore him and walk away without looking back.
"..."
"..."
"..."
His hand trembled uncontrollably. He squeezed his eyes shut, so utterly speechless that he laughed.
Wen Feiran, you're really something. I'll remember this!
It's just a wildflower. I don't even want it!!
Su Shangting turned around in a huff, stomping heavily with every step. Even that couldn't vent his feelings, and he was on the verge of tears.
He strode past Wen Feiran and slammed into his shoulder. Wen Feiran nearly lost his footing, and when he looked up again, all he saw was Su Shangting's back as he swaggered away.
??? Why is he angry again?!
For what might have been the first time in his life, Su Shangting had been pushed so far that he threw a tantrum and shut down his livestream. He stayed holed up in his room, refusing even to eat dinner.
Their fans were worried and distressed, but there was nothing they could do. They could only head to Wen Feiran's livestream.
Wen Feiran was in his room, arranging flowers and humming with a smile on his lips. The contrast with Su Shangting only made the fans angrier.
[You fucking ****, if our young master gets sick from hunger, you'll pay for it!]
[We've already been flooding the studio's page with comments. Just wait, you'll have a lawyer's letter in your hands tomorrow!]
[I'll say it ten thousand more times: Shangting just says the opposite of what he means. He's actually a kindhearted kid. Would it kill you to give in to him?!]
[I'll hate Wen Feiran for life. Get out of the entertainment industry!]
The onlookers had finally found something entertaining, but they still thought the commotion wasn't big enough.
[Hang in there, Wen Feiran! Don't bow to the powers that be!]
[Everyone who likes Su Shangting must be a cute girl, right? You don't even know how to threaten someone. WeChat me 50 yuan, and the queen of Zaun will fight for you.]
[Look, Wen Feiran's even drinking water and humming. He looks like he's in a great mood. Can you really stand that? doge.jpg]
With all this "mediation," Su Shangting's fans grew even angrier. They were just about to start another round of fighting when Wen Feiran suddenly stopped in front of the vase, as though someone had pressed pause.
His eyes widened into perfect circles, and his lips parted slightly. Only after a full three seconds did he belatedly make a sound.
"So... he wanted one too?"
Su Shangting's fans: "..."
The netizens watching the show: "..."
You're only just realizing that?!
Chapter 10: He Loved Him So Much!
Wen Feiran stared fixedly at the vase for five seconds, then walked toward the sofa like a rusty robot, without bending his knees, and sat down stiffly.
I'll apologize to Su Shangting tomorrow... But by then a whole night will have passed. Su Shangting might have forgotten, and bringing it up again would make things awkward. Better forget it.
Lost in his own world, Wen Feiran absentmindedly picked up his empty cup and took a small sip. His lips were completely dry.
But what if Su Shangting is still angry? Not apologizing will only make our relationship worse. His family is rich and powerful. What if he really blacklists me... I can leave the entertainment industry, but what about my dozen or so alternate identities...
Wen Feiran's face turned deathly pale. He flopped onto the sofa, burying his face completely in a soft cushion in an attempt to suffocate himself.
This is too hard. Can someone tell me a foolproof solution?!
The viewers in the livestream didn't know what he was thinking, but those few actions had already given away his mood.
[It's like watching myself. I'm the same when I'm caught in a spiral!]
[You guys are pretty civilized, then. When my mental spiral gets really bad, I creep around on the floor like a gloomy creature and sing "Conquest" on my knees.]
[Hahaha, Wen Feiran is so cute. He just didn't realize it; he wasn't trying to make Su Shangting angry. Fans, stop cursing him.]
[I suddenly remembered my boss seemed to make a snide remark at me during the day. Ahhh, why didn't I realize it at the time? Would it be bad to go curse him out tomorrow? But I can't let it go if I don't!]
Wen Feiran rarely spoke, but the number of viewers in the livestream kept climbing. Hundreds of thousands of people watched him pace aimlessly around the room, periodically throw himself onto the sofa, and fail to distract himself with his phone before angrily tossing it away.
The hashtag #CanWenFeiranSleepTonight# quietly climbed onto the trending list, standing out among several hashtags about the online fight.
The most popular comment read: Hahahaha, I bet one yuan Wen Feiran definitely won't sleep tonight.
They had called it. Wen Feiran lay down in bed at ten thirty. At eleven, he was thinking, Should I apologize? At midnight, Forget it, I'll give Su Shangting a gift instead. At one in the morning, Can I still keep my alternate identities? At two, I should just go and apologize. At three, Why couldn't I keep my hands off that wildflower? At four, he finally fell asleep.
Perhaps his body clock was strong, or perhaps he couldn't find peace even in his dreams. Wen Feiran opened his eyes at eight, his gaze clear, as though he had never slept at all.
He resigned himself to getting up and washing, then came out of his room. But he didn't see Su Shangting. "Where is he?"
"Why worry about him?" Zou Yuxing put an arm around his shoulders. "We've got nothing to do anyway. Let's play a game."
Wen Feiran was in no mood for it, but his slow reaction put him a beat behind, and Zou Yuxing didn't give him a chance to refuse.
After adding him as a friend, Zou Yuxing's eyes went wide. "Damn, your rank's so high we can't queue together. Let's play a normal match instead."
At first, Wen Feiran played absentmindedly, though thankfully his mechanics didn't suffer. He only got into it near the end, and just as he was about to pull off a highlight play, he heard Su Shangting say leisurely from behind him, "Having fun?"
Wen Feiran: "..."
Wen Feiran: "..."
Wen Feiran: "..."
He abruptly turned around and stared at Su Shangting, dumbfounded. Su Shangting was smiling, but his gaze was icy cold, like a knife pressed against Wen Feiran's neck.