Peking Opera

What was that sound???

Lu Heng's eyes widened in terror. His neck slowly turned, and he could almost hear the sound of his bones grinding. Then—

Lu Heng sucked in a sharp breath!

He actually saw a hand! A hand was crawling out from under the bed!! Then came a shoulder!!! And a head!!!!

Lu Heng stared fearfully beneath the bed. Every pore on his body seemed to open, and his hairs stood on end at a visible rate. He clutched the summer quilt over himself tightly, trembling like a baby leopard that had spotted its natural predator!

When Wei Linxuan crawled out from beneath the bed, clutching his head, he was met with Lu Heng's wide-eyed, terrified expression, as though he had seen a ghost.

Wei Linxuan: "???"

Lu Heng: "!!!"

Peking Opera

A few minutes later, Wei Linxuan, who had been kicked off the bed, rubbed his shoulder as he poured Lu Heng a glass of water.

Still shaken, Lu Heng sat against the headboard with his knees hugged to his chest and his chin resting on them. He looked utterly dazed, his hair limp and drooping. There was none of the shrewd composure he had shown while negotiating and signing the contract.

Wei Linxuan smiled. Much of the irritation from finally falling asleep only to be kicked out of bed had faded. He bent one leg and knelt on the bed, pressing the cup in his hand against Lu Heng's cheek as he said with a grin, "Here, have some water to calm yourself down."

The cool touch startled Lu Heng awake. He blinked and took the cup blankly.

No one knew that the kung fu superstar who had portrayed countless heroic roles on the big screen, adored by millions of fans, the little hero who had dared to confront seven or eight human traffickers at the age of fourteen after being reborn... was actually afraid of ghosts!

He was a genuine, incurable ghost-phobe—someone who did not dare listen to ghost stories, watch horror movies, or even listen to songs that were the slightest bit eerie or terrifying. If he accidentally heard one, he would spend the night overthinking and frightening himself.

Lu Heng took small sips of water. The warm water was sweet, as if honey had been added to it. He looked at Wei Linxuan in confusion. Wei Linxuan smiled and said, "I got back too late last night. Staying up made me feel awful, so I mixed myself some honey water. Then I got lazy and didn't take the honey back to the kitchen. I figured it wouldn't matter if I returned it in the morning."

At that, Wei Linxuan glanced at Lu Heng again and said with a grin, "But now that I think about it, I was pretty farsighted."

Lu Heng: "..."

Avoiding Wei Linxuan's teasing gaze, Lu Heng awkwardly looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table—it was not even five yet.

He had gone to sleep at eleven the previous night, and Wei Linxuan had not returned by then.

"When did you get back?" The questions filling Lu Heng's mind finally came out.

"A little after two last night, I think!" Wei Linxuan rubbed his faintly aching shoulder.

Because Lu Heng's group had been delayed in J City for too long, filming in Lu Family Village had already been completed while the Beijing group's filming had not even begun.

After officially signing Lu Heng on behalf of Huaxia Imperial Entertainment, Wei Linxuan returned to Lu Family Village once more for the program's later promotion. His main goal was to shoot additional footage that could better promote Lu Heng's image as a "little hero who stood up for justice." This included how Lu Heng's father had taught him boxing and even hunting, where Lu Heng usually practiced martial arts, and what the village children thought about Lu Heng knowing kung fu and becoming a little hero.

Once that work was finished, Wei Linxuan immediately led the whole crew back to Beijing, racing against time to begin post-production.

But as soon as Wei Linxuan got home, he discovered that his parents had arranged for Lu Heng to stay in his room. He had originally intended to make do in the guest room, but after lying down, he found himself unable to sleep in an unfamiliar bed. After tossing and turning, Wei Linxuan had no choice but to sneak back into his room. He had barely fallen asleep before someone kicked him straight under the bed.

After saying that, Wei Linxuan glanced at Lu Heng, whose emotions had gradually settled and who was beginning to feel embarrassed. He let out a frivolous whistle. "Nice body!"

Following Wei Linxuan's gaze, Lu Heng looked down at his pajamas. Perhaps because he had been too terrified just now, more than half of the neatly fastened buttons had come undone, revealing six faintly visible abdominal muscles.

Lu Heng awkwardly buttoned himself up, got to his feet, and said, "Um... you should sleep. I'll go out for a walk!"

"Now?" Wei Linxuan raised an eyebrow and looked doubtfully at the sky outside, which had not yet brightened. He kindly suggested, "Why not sleep a little longer? You still have to record the show during the day."

"No, no." Lu Heng waved his hands repeatedly. "I'm awake already. I won't be able to sleep even if I lie back down."

"All right, then." Wei Linxuan nodded and pointed toward the bathroom. "You know how to use it, right?"

Lu Heng nodded.

Wei Linxuan continued, "The clothes are all in the wardrobe. Pick whatever you like. Whichever set you choose is my gift to you."

Lu Heng: "..." Something about that felt off.

But Wei Linxuan had already lifted the quilt and burrowed into bed. He had only gotten home after two last night, tossed about until after three before falling asleep, and then been kicked off the bed before five. His sleep had been miserable enough, and he had no energy left to politely spar with Lu Heng.

By the time Lu Heng had cautiously finished washing up, getting dressed, and everything else in the bathroom, Wei Linxuan had completely fallen asleep. He occupied the entire bed in an extremely domineering posture, clutching the pillow and quilt Lu Heng had been using tightly in his arms... Lu Heng blinked, feeling as though he had forgotten something!

He quietly slipped out of the bedroom, then quietly went downstairs. Old Master Wei, who was stretching his arms in the living room, looked up when he heard him and said with a grin, "It's Xiao Heng. You're up quite early!"

Grandma Wei also said with a grin, "Your grandfather and I were just about to go for a walk. When people get old, they don't need as much sleep. Our bodies aren't as strong as they used to be, and we like to indulge our appetites, so we can only exercise more."

"Good morning, Grandpa Wei. Good morning, Grandma Wei." Lu Heng obediently greeted them from the staircase.

Grandma Wei smiled. "Good morning, Xiao Heng. Why are you up so early? Children your age usually like sleeping in, don't they? Your brother Lin Xuan is exactly like that. He stays up every night and can't get up in the morning. Getting him out of bed is harder than anything. He only got home in the middle of the night yesterday, so he'll definitely find an excuse not to get up all day today."