Is This Him Throwing a Tantrum?

Duan Xun stroked his chin idly, his expression unreadable beneath the lights. Only his sexy, husky voice remained clear. "What? You don't welcome me?"

Song Mingzhou swallowed. Of course not. Of course he welcomed him.

Even if Duan Xun was going there for Shen Qing, he could still snatch him to his own side.

The reason didn't matter.

What mattered was the result.

Song Mingzhou suppressed his delight and deliberately pulled a long face. "Not exactly. Are you going because of Shen Qing? I don't like him, and I don't want you to go either. Don't visit the set. I don't want you to go."

"Hm?"

"Anyway, don't go." Song Mingzhou puffed out his cheeks, looking thoroughly displeased. "You asked me, so I disagree. I don't care, you can't go. If you do, I won't talk to you anymore."

Pfft.

Was this him throwing a tantrum?

Duan Xun also pulled a straight face and stared coldly at Song Mingzhou. "Do you not want to see me, or do you not want me around you?"

"..."

Wait, didn't this guy say on the first day that he didn't want his private life exposed?

Now, just to see Shen Qing, he doesn't even care about that anymore?

Damn! Duan Dog, and you're still licking boots even now.

Song Mingzhou shot him a resentful glare. "I don't care. You can't go. You just can't."

"..."

That was a little unreasonable.

[ Ding, host Song Mingzhou's key plot point has been successfully repaired. Current mission progress: 21/100. ]

Duan Xun wrapped his arms around him. "Fine, fine. We'll see when the time comes."

He would sneak over then.

"So, sleep?"

"Okay, sleep."

Song Mingzhou smiled and rolled into Duan Xun's arms, tightly looping his arms around his waist and burying his head against his chest.

Duan Xun casually held him close.

When Song Mingzhou woke again, the side of the bed was empty once more. He had already grown used to it. Sure enough, rustling sounds came from the living room outside.

Song Mingzhou rubbed his eyes, fished out his phone, and checked the time. Seven o'clock.

There was still time.

Looking more closely, oh wow—his manager had called several more times, and there were plenty of messages too.

Cheng Xin's clarification post on Weibo had also been pushed onto the trending searches.

It was nothing more than a sob story. She claimed she had no idea what was going on, and that when she returned to the room to sleep, she had discovered someone in the bed.

Someone was fanning the flames behind the scenes again. Invisibly, Song Mingzhou had been pushed back into the eye of the storm, chased down and cursed at by Gu Yanting's and Shen Qing's fans.

His manager had probably called to demand an explanation.

Song Mingzhou casually scrolled through Weibo, and his muddled mind cleared up. Meanwhile, the number of followers on his own Weibo was climbing rapidly.

As for Shen Qing and Gu Yanting...

Neither of them had made any statement yet.

[ Ding, plot point triggered. Host must randomly select three netizens on Weibo and fiercely rebut them, with a touch of sarcasm. ]

Song Mingzhou sat up against the bed. His long fingers slid across the screen as he typed swiftly.

—"Song Mingzhou is trying to scheme against Qingqing and Cheng Xin, isn't he? Tsk, tsk, the entertainment industry is so deep. Trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice instead—now he's made a fool of himself. He should've gotten out of the industry ages ago. Seeing him is annoying."

Song Mingzhou replied below: "Even if you rolled away, I still wouldn't. Mad? And seriously, your Qingqing is really fast."

—"Gu Yanting is way too handsome, ahhh, I'm licking my screen! What even is Song Mingzhou? He's so dark-minded. Why isn't he dead yet?!"

Song Mingzhou replied: "Sorry, I didn't know you went blind so young. But even after you're reincarnated in your next life, I'll still be alive. Sorry to disappoint you."

—"That surveillance footage is ironclad evidence. Sister Cheng Xin also said she was set up. Song Mingzhou is vicious to the core, what a bitch."

Song Mingzhou replied: "He really is vicious. Don't sleep at night, okay? I'll come to your house in the middle of the night. Hehe."

[ Ding, host Song Mingzhou's key plot point has been successfully repaired. Current mission progress: 22/100. ]

Song Mingzhou immediately tossed his phone aside and pursed his lips. "Boring. Should I make a Weibo post?"

His head hurt a little.

[ Ding, plot point triggered. Host must make a Weibo post in response to this matter, displaying hostility toward Gu Yanting and Shen Qing. ]

[...]

Speak of the devil.

Song Mingzhou silently picked up his phone again, logged into Weibo with practiced ease, and quickly made a post before his manager could react.

Song Mingzhou: Heartbroken, tears falling. I kindly ran around helping take care of things and even called people over, but turns out I was just one part of your play? @Shen Qing @Gu Yanting You're really good at burning bridges after crossing the river. I'm so mad, so mad.

[ Ding, host Song Mingzhou's key plot point has been successfully repaired. Current mission progress: 23/100. ]

As soon as he posted those words, the comments, likes, and reposts beneath Song Mingzhou's Weibo surged at breakneck speed. Trending topics were taking shape as well.

—"Our Zhou baby is so wronged. Someone is truly shameless, playing their own games and dragging others into it."

—"Hugging Zhouzhou, baby. Don't cry, don't cry. You still have us."

—"Song Mingzhou dared to say that outright, so he must have been wronged. With his status and fame, how would he dare say something like that otherwise?"

—"I'm on Zhouzhou's side. Neither Gu Yanting nor Shen Qing has come out to respond. They're probably guilty, right?"

—"I think so too. This is hilarious. And what about that woman? Did she turn invisible? She went in and found someone in the room, so why did she still take off her clothes?"

—"Your circle is really messy."

Song Mingzhou stopped paying attention after posting.

He threw back the covers, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom, intending to shower first.

Before the enormous mirror, all the red marks on his body were even more obvious, while his eyes carried a hazy, seductive charm.

Song Mingzhou smiled faintly.

Living room.

Duan Xun stared at the newly popped-up message from Song Mingzhou on the iPad. After seeing what he had posted, he suddenly laughed.

This was probably another one of those missions.

Lin Cheng stood beside him. He quietly glanced at his boss's expression and the curve of his lips, and fireworks nearly exploded in his heart again.

It seemed President Duan was very satisfied with this canary.

Duan Xun watched for a while. Hearing movement from the bedroom, he shut off the iPad and handed it to Lin Cheng.

"Handle it."

"Yes."

Lin Cheng waited for a moment. When he heard no further instructions and saw Duan Xun's gaze drifting toward the bedroom, he took the initiative to say, "President Duan, I'll go deal with this matter first."

"Mm."

"Yes."

Lin Cheng left with the iPad, his expression as solemn as ever. The moment his front foot stepped out the door, Song Mingzhou happened to emerge from the bedroom.