Wow! How Did the Wine Bottle Get In There?

In Episode 43, Yu Zhenyu strode in, ready to demand answers, only to find quite a few familiar faces at the filming site.

He froze. "Why are you all here, too—"

Yu Jiajia stood up in disbelief and cut him off. "You're the one who's only—"

Although the sound had been blocked, every gossip lover present knew what she wanted to say: You're the one who only lasts two minutes?

No way, right?

Not only was his own sister shocked and confused; the other gossip lovers were as well.

Yu Zhenyu was second in the Yu family. He had sharp features and a tall build. Like most second-generation heirs of wealthy families, he was disciplined and restrained, with a body fat percentage that stayed below 10% year-round. He had even posted short fitness videos of himself doing barbell training for his waist and abs, every frame radiating masculine strength.

And now they were saying he only lasted two minutes? That was honestly hard to believe!

Yu Zhenyu sensed that something was off. He instinctively turned to leave, but Wang Wei rushed over and grabbed him. "Oh my, President Yu, you're here! Come, come, come!"

"Oh, what perfect timing! Let me introduce you to the other investors."

"With everyone's generous support, Raging Sea Massacre is sure to be a huge hit!"

"N-No need. I was just passing by. It's really nothing important."

Yu Zhenyu tried to push Wang Wei's hand away.

Wang Wei assumed he was being shy and clung to his sleeve, refusing to let go.

"Hey, don't be like that. Maybe you'll recognize someone after saying hello."

"Ah, yes, one of the investors is also surnamed Yu. Maybe—no, take out the 'maybe.' He's Yu Zhenyu's biological younger sister," Song Yichuan thought.

The sudden inner voice entered Yu Zhenyu's mind. He turned his head in terror and saw Song Yichuan's tightly closed lips.

This is the legendary Gossip King?

So the two-minute thing was said by him, not that bitch.

To confirm it, Yu Zhenyu's lips trembled twice.

"P-Pan Xiaoyue?"

The moment Wang Wei heard that name, the spot where he had been slapped began to ache faintly again.

"Um, Teacher Pan was in a bad mood, so she went back to rest first."

Wuwuwu, I really want to complain to him in person, but there are too many people here. It wouldn't be convenient!

"If she isn't here, I'll leave first. I have business to discuss. Maybe next time—"

He's leaving already? We haven't finished the gossip yet.

Look at how battle-hardened Zhenyu is. He doesn't look like the type to end a battle in two minutes. Could there be some hidden reason?

Let me take a look.

Yu Zhenyu's entire body jolted. "Hey, don't look! Without an engine, I only last two minutes, okay?"

He spun around and was about to run when a deep voice called out from behind him.

"Zhenyu, now that you're here, won't you say a word?"

"Are we strangers now?"

The familiar voice forced Yu Zhenyu to turn around.

He gave a bitter smile, then saw Yan Jinyu looking at him with an ambiguous smile. A thought rose in his heart.

Heh, found it!

Wow, this is really that exciting?

Yu Zhenyu covered his face. I'm screwed.

So it was that kind of dysfunction. He had absolutely no interest in women, yet refused to believe he was gay. For more than ten years, he sought medical treatment and took medicine, but there was never any improvement.

Later, to hide it from others—or really, to deceive himself—he became a patron and kept a fallen rich-family canary.

No wonder it ended so quickly. He never even started; he was just tricking her into thinking it was over.

The gossip crowd wore expressions of sudden realization. Yu Jiajia in particular felt deeply relieved. "See? There was a reason I said two minutes."

"Yu Zhenyu, if you like men, then like men. What era is this? What's there to be unwilling to admit? Love is invincible, and love is free, okay?"

"By fooling others and fooling yourself like this, you're hurting more than one person!"

"I-I fucking don't need you to give me psychological counseling. But can someone really suppress their orientation?"

"For more than ten years?"

How did he deal with his needs?

Let me dig deeper.

In his heart, Yu Zhenyu stretched out a Kang hand. No! I'll accept counseling, okay?

The gossip crowd reacted very differently. Their eyes widened again, and they tilted their heads, pressing their ears closer. Yet the next inner voice never came.

"President Yan."

"I didn't expect the two of you to be old acquaintances. That's wonderful! How about I host dinner tonight and treat all of you big shots? We can do a little catching up."

Wang Wei's posture was humble and ingratiating. Once a genius director had been beaten down by society, he too could not escape becoming ordinary.

There was no helping it. In this society, capital was king!

He felt indignant inside, but a fake smile easily spread across his face.

Then he turned and noticed the flash of unease and awkwardness on President Yu's face. Wang Wei was full of question marks. What's going on?

Something has felt off ever since President Yu walked in. Does he owe them money or something?

"No need for dinner. I really have something to do."

Yu Zhenyu forcefully pulled his arm back and glared at Wang Wei.

How can you be so oblivious?

Can't you see I'm trying to leave?

And you just keep holding on. What terrible timing.

Yan Jinyu pressed his lips together in a faint smile, glancing at Song Yichuan from the corner of his eye. "I was even planning to introduce you to a new friend."

Yu Zhenyu knew who it was without guessing. He did not care which big shots were present and simply waved his hand. "No, no. I'm slow to warm up around strangers. Let's get to know each other gradually."

After saying that, he eagerly took a step forward and even wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

But he had barely taken half a step when the new inner voice entered his mind again. Found it! Hahahaha! Oh no, I can't, I can't—hahaha! Let me laugh for a while first. Why are there so many bizarre things in this world?

This is too hilarious!

I have to say, Yu Zhenyu is quite the legendary figure. He was actually sent to the hospital's proctology department several times because of this kind of thing.

The gossip crowd clearly did not understand. Their faces filled with confusion. What does the proctology department mean?

What does that have to do with him dealing with his needs?

Hahaha, the first time was because of a wine bottle. Hahaha! He told the doctor that he had drunk too much and accidentally sat on it.

Oh my, gossip lovers—where did the wine bottle go in from?

What was the second time because of?

Guess! Hurry up and guess!

Hahaha, I'm so excited I forgot you can't hear me. Gossip lovers—yes, yes, yes, we can't hear you, so can you hurry up and say it?

An eel! It was an eel! And not just one!

Holy shit, Yu Zhenyu, you really know how to solve your needs. How exactly did you stuff them in there? I really want to watch it happen in person!

Fuck! Yu Zhenyu wanted to die, okay?

"I already really want to die!"