Divine Looks

Si You slept deeply and comfortably, as if he had made up for all the sleep he had missed over the past two days.

He looked around and immediately realized this was not his apartment.

Right... Jiang Tingxu's home.

Si You pressed a hand to his temple, his heart inexplicably pounding as if urging him to remember something very important...

Just then, the bedroom door opened. Light spilled inside, and Jiang Tingxu stood in the doorway, tall and elegant.

"You're awake? I was just about to wake you," Jiang Tingxu said. "Breakfast is ready."

Si You's ears inevitably burned. He remembered, at least, Jiang Tingxu carrying him into the master bedroom.

"Oh." Si You answered vaguely, not daring to look at him directly.

He rushed into the bathroom with his head lowered. While squeezing toothpaste onto his brush, he heard the curtains being drawn outside, followed by Jiang Tingxu making the bed.

Oh my God... Si You braced himself against the sink, nearly despising himself to death. Why was he acting so pathetic?

After finishing up, Jiang Tingxu walked to the bathroom door and knocked lightly. "Hurry up."

"Um..." Si You took a deep breath, his toes curling. "I want to shower, but my clothes..."

Jiang Tingxu immediately understood. "Go ahead. I'll leave clean clothes outside the door."

"Thank you, Movie Emperor!" Si You shouted with overwhelming enthusiasm, looking as though he wanted to swear brotherhood with Jiang Tingxu.

In his previous life, Si You had only had a few friends, but he had stayed over at their homes before. Borrowing someone else's clothes was perfectly normal, yet he had never felt as awkward all over as he did now.

Standing beneath the hot water, Si You felt a knot forming in his heart. He kept feeling as though he had forgotten something.

Forget it. If he couldn't remember, he wouldn't think about it for now. Worried about making Jiang Tingxu wait too long, Si You finished showering, blow-dried his hair, and went out.

Jiang Tingxu had left a gray T-shirt and white shorts outside the door. Both were made from excellent fabric. Si You did not hesitate to put them on, then tossed his alcohol-smelling clothes into the washing machine and started it.

Hearing the movement, Jiang Tingxu looked up. His gaze traveled upward from below, first landing on the young man's beautifully shaped yet somewhat slender ankles, then his cool, pale calves. The moment Jiang Tingxu saw them, he regretted giving Si You shorts. One reason had been the heat, and the other had been selfishness... but in the end, he was the one suffering.

But who was Jiang, the Movie Emperor? No matter how stormy his heart was, not a trace of it showed on his face.

"Millet porridge. Eat up."

Si You sat down. "Okay. Did you order this breakfast?"

"Mm." Jiang Tingxu responded. As he watched Si You lower his head to eat, his gaze became deeply concealed and obscure.

Si You was one meter eighty, not short, but he was rather thin. The gray T-shirt still looked large on him, and every time he lowered his head, the collar gaped open, revealing his collarbones completely, even faintly... Jiang Tingxu picked up the buckwheat tea beside him and drained it in one gulp.

Si You wondered whether he should leave after breakfast.

"Want to play a horror game?" Jiang Tingxu suddenly asked.

Si You looked up. "Hm?"

"There's a computer in the study. It runs very smoothly. I bought a gaming chair before and never used it, but it's very comfortable. You can try it," Jiang Tingxu continued.

Computer, smooth performance, gaming chair, comfort... Every word jabbed fiercely at Si You's nerves.

"Really?"

"Of course." Jiang Tingxu said, "I want to watch you play. It's pretty interesting."

Si You said, "No problem!"

"Wait..." Si You suddenly jolted. "Aren't we filming today?"

He had assumed that the reason they could linger until now was because Jiang Tingxu had spoken to Director Zhu.

"You can relax for a couple of days." Jiang Tingxu smiled helplessly. "Director Zhu, several assistant directors, and the producer had a drinking contest and all ended up in the hospital. They're in their forties and fifties. They won't recover that quickly."

Si You choked on the spot.

Only an idiot would refuse time off. Si You liked acting, but that did not mean he wanted to root himself on set without any entertainment.

After breakfast, Si You volunteered to clear the table, then eagerly headed to the study.

Jiang Tingxu's computer still had no password, and the desktop was still the default one. Just as he had said, the internet was lightning-fast. Downloading the livestreaming platform took only a dozen seconds, after which Si You posted a notification on Weibo.

Very soon, a group of big spenders flooded into the livestream.

[You brat still remembers how to livestream? Tell us, now that Spring Action has stopped airing, where have you been begging for food lately?]

[Are you recovered? Got enough money for your medical bills?]

[Forget it, Big Brother will send you a rocket.]

"Thank you, Big Brother 'Up Early Tomorrow,' for the rocket." Si You said, "I haven't been begging. I started filming after leaving the hospital."

[With that tiny body of yours, shouldn't you rest for three or five years before recovering? You're already filming again? Don't let your company exploit you. Take legal action if necessary.]

Si You laughed. "The company didn't force me. I volunteered. It's a good opportunity."

"I can livestream longer today. Is there anything you want to watch?"

In the end, ninety-nine percent of the comments named one game: Ghost Street.

"A new game?" Si You searched for it, and it really was. It had been released a month ago.

[A whole batch of horror game streamers has fallen to it. We're counting on you.]

Si You's eyes lit up. "Bring it on!"

He liked clearing games that others could not.

However—

"Holy shit?" After getting slapped to death by the fierce ghost for the fifth time, Si You could not help exclaiming, "I did the math. His attack direction is different every time?"

[Yep, it's random.]

"Ran..." Si You nearly failed to catch his breath. "You mean it depends on luck?"

[Yep.]

Everyone thought Si You would finally settle down, but instead, he gave a little humph. "Honestly, I've had pretty good luck ever since I was little. Don't they say the harder you work, the luckier you get? And my luck buff is maxed out. Now, watch the Chosen One dodge ghosts."

[Keep bragging. It's not like you pay taxes on it.]

[Turn on your camera. Let Big Brother see just how arrogant you are, brat.]

Si You instinctively glanced over his right shoulder. The sunlight was brilliant there, and Jiang Tingxu had moved over a chair and sat down, silently watching for around twenty minutes.

"I'm not turning it on. I'm doing great." Si You said.

To his surprise, that person directly sent a meteor shower. The previous comments were instantly cleared, and then an overwhelming stream of [Turn on the camera turn on the camera turn on the camera!!!] floated across the screen.

Si You laughed. "No, Big Brother, you..."

Before he could finish, someone lightly nudged his arm.

Si You turned and saw Jiang Tingxu point at the camera, signaling that he could turn it on. Then Jiang Tingxu moved his chair to the corner of the desk, where he could see Si You's game screen clearly while remaining outside the camera's range.

The reason was simple. Si You's reputation turnaround had a lot to do with his livestreams, and that face of his was undeniably a bonus. If he could gain another group of fans through this opportunity, it would be a good thing. Given his current circumstances, there were not many choices before him. Even if some people only liked Si You for his face, it did not matter...

My ass!

Jiang Tingxu folded his arms and coldly watched the commenters call Si You "wife."

"I'll smack your mouths crooked!" Si You got goosebumps all over. "You people with families and children are calling me wife?"

[Would I have such low standards? Your husband is only eighteen. Really eighteen, thank you.]

[Your Big Brother is male and likes women. I've been devoted to my wife for years without regret. I only want to watch your gaming livestream, thank you. Maybe I'm one of your wife fans.]

[Looks like they're husband fans.]

Si You somehow felt prickled at his side, so he changed the subject. "Enough. Watch my moves."

The young man on camera had exquisite features. He leaned his head slightly back against the gaming chair, narrowed his eyes, and had "arrogant" and "I can definitely do this!" written all over his face.

Finally, after dying twice more in a row, Si You correctly guessed the fierce ghost's attack direction. But guessing correctly was not enough. You needed skill. You needed to be able to run. Si You rapidly hit the dodge and crouch buttons, but the fierce ghost still clawed him once, instantly cutting his health bar in half!

Everyone in the livestream held their breath, only to hear Si You say calmly, "Not a big problem."

[???]

"I've been watching that bamboo basket ahead for a while." Si You said. "Remember what I told you? A game can't have an invincible boss, or it would be impossible to play. So why do you think this street is so clean, there's a fierce ghost chasing us from behind, yet there's an extra bamboo basket here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Si You furiously pressed the interaction key. Sure enough, the character leaped onto the bamboo basket. The fierce ghost's roar abruptly stopped, and it turned around and left.

This was actually a safe zone!

The comments expertly filled with "666."

Most of the time, Si You did not think from a player's perspective, but from the perspective of a game developer.

"Don't panic." That disdainful arrogance returned to Si You's face.

But Si You did not know that the sunlight had slowly shifted to the tips of his hair, making his skin look even paler and lending the edges of his silhouette a faint transparency. The young man's smile was dazzling, and the slightly oversized T-shirt made him look even more lazy and relaxed.

Jiang Tingxu's guess had been right. Si You had an enormous chance of gaining fans based on his face alone.

Some girls who had come after hearing about him could not resist taking screenshots. They did not even need editing before posting them directly on Weibo, where the likes and reposts soon rose exponentially.

When Si You regained his usual aura, there was no doubt that this face was divinely beautiful.

When Yuan Fei received the news and opened Weibo, he was completely dumbfounded.

He gave it a rough scan, then messaged Huahua: [What is Si You doing?]

Huahua typed: [At Jiang, the Movie Emperor's house! Horror Livestream! Just the two of them!!]

Yuan Fei: "..."

Even Yuan Fei, straight as he was, felt his temple twitch at Huahua's string of exclamation points.

So this time, the trending topic had happened naturally. Si You had not hired marketers behind his back.

Wait!

Yuan Fei started using exclamation points too: [Si You is at Jiang, the Movie Emperor's house?! Just the two of them?!!]

Huahua: [Yep! Hehe!]

Yuan Fei abruptly stood up. [Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Si You?]

Huahua: [QAQ, I have been watching him, but it's not like I can just enter Jiang, the Movie Emperor's house whenever I want.]

Fuck... Yuan Fei felt like he was cracking apart.

Could Jiang, the Movie Emperor, really be thinking of... using the casting couch on Si You?

Fuck, at that thought, Yuan Fei was caught between joy and sorrow. He wanted to say Jiang Tingxu was taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable position, but Si You did not seem to be losing out.

Yuan Fei truly was an experienced agent with excellent professional competence. After several minutes of frantic brainstorming, he bizarrely accepted it.

To be reasonable, if some powerful boss Si You could not refuse took a liking to him in the future, Yuan Fei was not sure whether he himself could hold the line for resources, or whether Si You could. But Jiang Tingxu was different. He had money, looks, and status. To borrow a phrase from the internet: being able to sleep with Jiang Tingxu was practically the ultimate fantasy, okay?!

And Yuan Fei could also sense, to some extent, Si You's special treatment toward Jiang Tingxu.

In other words, maybe they both had that intention?

Yuan Fei sat back down firmly. Looking up, he saw another agent, Agent C, and suddenly remembered how one of that person's artists had once wanted to use filming with Jiang Tingxu to "fall in love through the drama." Feeling great about himself, he had started building hype, tying their names together, and buying trending searches. Jiang Tingxu Studio had immediately slapped him in the face with a Weibo post. What was that? That was the difference.

Yuan Fei gave the other man a soft scoff.

Agent C: [???] Are you fucking sick?!

Yuan Fei had thought it through. If it were someone else, he could still try to stop it, but he could not stop Jiang Tingxu. If Jiang Tingxu wanted to do something, no one in the industry dared stop him. Besides, with Wei Chen's professional competence, it was impossible for even the slightest trace of the news to leak out. If nobody knew, nobody would attack Si You over it, and Yuan Fei would not have to run around in a panic. Overall, it was safe. Yuan Fei smiled through tears and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

Meanwhile, Si You, who was about to become the ultimate fantasy, cleared two sections. The livestream viewer count broke five hundred thousand.

[Holy crap, Horror Livestream is so niche. Where did half a million viewers come from?]

[Haha, newbie.]

[Look at the badge IDs. So many are from fandom circles.]

Si You did not pay attention at first, but then the tone of the comments began to twist.

[Spring Action has stopped airing, so your good days are over too. You can't cling to Jiang, the Movie Emperor, anymore, can you?]

[If I were Jiang, the Movie Emperor, I'd think this was unlucky as hell.]

"You're pretty good at projecting yourself into things." Si You mocked lightly, thinking, I'm at Jiang Tingxu's house right now. He's less than two meters away from me. So what?

That one sentence, however, set off a group of haters.

That made sense. Si You had always been someone they wanted to stomp into the mud. How could they stand seeing him rise again?

[Don't get cocky. Without Spring Heartbeat, you're nothing! Just wait to flop!]

[A friend of mine works over at Jiang, the Movie Emperor's place. Jiang, the Movie Emperor, said it himself—he's sick of Si You.]

Seeing that comment, Jiang Tingxu raised an eyebrow slightly.

He took out his phone and logged into Weibo. Sure enough, because Si You's unedited livestream screenshots had hit the trending topics and drawn in a wave of casual fans, the haters could not sit still. Their talking points were all the same: Si You was nothing without Spring Heartbeat, and who knew whose popularity he would cling to next. Some people were even saying that "staff members" from Jiang Tingxu Studio had revealed that Jiang, the Movie Emperor, hated Si You, that their collaboration had been unpleasant, and so on.

It was clearly premeditated. They did not want to give Si You any chance to rise.

Normally, Jiang Tingxu could not be bothered with this sort of thing that used him as a shield. There were all kinds of opinions online—who could control everyone's mouths? But at this moment, even if he could not control them, Jiang Tingxu did not want to indulge these people.

Jiang Tingxu V: @Si You Why aren't you dead yet? [Which person at my studio said that? How come I don't know? Spreading rumors costs nothing, right?]

Boom—

Everyone watching the drama, including the fans, exploded.

Ginger Powder surged in force.

Within half a minute of Jiang Tingxu posting that Weibo update, Sister Chen screamed in her office, while elsewhere, Yuan Fei slapped his thigh, impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing.