They Started Arguing

Even as Yuan Fei's expression cracked, he worried Jiang Tingxu might turn on him. After all, anyone who had once tried to pluck that aloof flower from the mountaintop had come to no good end. Yuan Fei knew the two had some intimate relationship behind closed doors, but like a big boss keeping a young star, it couldn't be put on display.

It wasn't that Yuan Fei's mind had gone astray; this sort of thing was fairly common in the industry.

But Yuan Fei hadn't expected Jiang Tingxu to narrow his eyes comfortably as Si You rubbed against him, like some large feline being soothed, before asking in a deep voice, "Going home?"

"Mm," Si You answered.

Jiang Tingxu took Si You home. From the time they said goodbye until they parted ways, Yuan Fei remained dazed. It wasn't until a car horn outside jolted him awake that he turned to look at the calm-faced Linzi in the driver's seat. A realization flashed through his mind. "You knew all along?!"

Linzi sighed at that. "Brother Yuan, you're so smart. How did you get muddled over this? You and Wei Chen both thought the Movie Emperor was only treating Si You as entertainment. How could that be? The way the Movie Emperor looks at Si You is anything but innocent!"

A delayed wave of grief washed over Yuan Fei. He muttered, "How was I supposed to tell? I'm straight..."

After saying that, he stiffly looked at Linzi again.

Linzi said, "...Oh my god, I'm straight too!"

Meanwhile, Si You intended to play dumb all the way through while the alcohol was still in his system. If anyone asked, Fang Jin had forced him to drink. Better a dead fellow cultivator than a dead poor cultivator. Otherwise, Jiang Tingxu would definitely be