Was Feng Yiqian a rapist?

The actual performance was much wilder than Feng Yiqian's rehearsal.

The audience was blindsided by the bombshell dropped out of nowhere and erupted on the spot, holding up their phones to record, so excited they forgot themselves.

What kind of music festival warmed up the crowd with a bombshell about tax evasion?!

Holy shit!!

These tickets were worth every penny!!!

Backstage, the organizer was losing it too, like an ant on a hot skillet. He no longer had time to go after Tao Zhiyan.

He frantically contacted his team, telling them to get in touch with the tax bureau and see if they could hush this up by paying the overdue taxes.

Meanwhile, Feng Ze received a video from his subordinate.

Feng Ze had sent a subordinate to the venue as a precaution, worried someone might cause trouble while Feng Yiqian was onstage. Now, though, it seemed he had worried for nothing.

Not only was everything fine, the atmosphere during the performance was exceptionally good.

In the video, the evening breeze brushed through the young man's hair, sending his red locks flying freely. He held the microphone in his palm, his face covered in fine beads of sweat.

The fans and music lovers below raised their hands high, singing and dancing along. Their cheers and screams surged like a boiling tide as they kept spraying the stage with their water guns.

"Everybody, sing along!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Feng Yiqian was soaked from head to toe onstage. He shook out his hair, smiling brilliantly.

For the first time, Feng Ze truly felt that his little brother had grown up.

He was about to close the video when someone jostled the person recording it. The camera wobbled, and a young man in a white shirt appeared in the frame.

Feng Ze raised an eyebrow, his hand pausing.

The young man in the video stood behind the DJ booth, his collar slightly open, revealing a patch of snowy skin.

His eyes were slightly lowered as he looked out at the audience. The water guns had soaked him, making his clothes cling to his body and outline his slender waist.

Butler Tao?

Feng Ze was a little surprised.

Tao Zhiyan seemed somewhat excited in the video too. His cheeks were flushed, the corners of his lips lifted, and his eyes shone especially brightly in the darkness. He looked utterly alluring.

Onstage, Tao Zhiyan turned his head slightly and happened to look toward the camera.

One inside the frame and the other outside it, their eyes met just like that.

That subtle sensation gently tugged at Feng Ze's nerves.

The music was still playing in the video, but Feng Ze felt as though someone had switched it to slow motion. He could no longer hear anything.

The camera shifted, moving back to Feng Yiqian.

Almost involuntarily, Feng Ze dragged the progress bar back to the few seconds when Tao Zhiyan appeared.

He replayed the video an unknown number of times. An inexplicable impulse rose from deep within him, swelling until it filled him.

Feng Ze stepped on the gas and sped off.

By the time Feng Yiqian finished his performance and came offstage, backstage was already in utter chaos.

Quite a few staff members gathered around Tao Zhiyan, pressing him with questions. "Hey, handsome, did our organizer really evade taxes?"

"Over eighty million! I couldn't earn that much in my whole life!"

"How did you find out?"

Surrounded by people, Tao Zhiyan couldn't move.

He was still wearing his soaked shirt and felt rather uncomfortable. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and he looked a little lost. "Um... anyway, just wait for the official announcement. They should release one soon."

"You're not making this up, are you? You don't even know our organizer." One staff member looked Tao Zhiyan up and down. The more they thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.

How had he found out about something as serious as tax evasion? And how did he know such specific details?

"Not necessarily," another staff member said. "The organizer was really panicked just now. He left through the back door!"

"Could it actually be true?"

"..."

"..."

They all talked over one another, gesticulating and spitting as they spoke. Stuck in the middle, Tao Zhiyan grew increasingly uncomfortable.

Just as he was at a loss for what to do, a warm, large hand suddenly closed around his wrist.

With a gentle tug, it pulled him out of the crowd.

Tao Zhiyan was still a little dazed when a deep male voice came from above him. "You're soaked. Are you cold?"

At the sound, Tao Zhiyan looked up and met Feng Ze's eyes.

"Young Master?" Tao Zhiyan blinked, pleasantly surprised. "What brings you here?"

"Mm," Feng Ze answered, draping the jacket in his hand over Tao Zhiyan's shoulders. "I was worried you two would get mobbed, so I came."

Tao Zhiyan reached to pull off the jacket. "It's hot. I don't-"

"Oh, right, Butler Tao!" Feng Yiqian interrupted before he could finish.

Feng Yiqian had just changed out of his stage clothes. As soon as he came out, he saw a tall man standing with Tao Zhiyan. His gaze landed on Feng Ze, and his eyes widened in recognition. "Bro! What are you doing here?"

Feng Ze glanced at him, then turned around. "We're leaving."

"Huh?" Feng Yiqian didn't understand, but he still jogged over. "You're leaving when you just got here?"

"Bro." Feng Yiqian grabbed Feng Ze. "I was just about to treat Butler Tao to barbecue. Come with us!"

The weather had grown hot, but the evenings were cool.

The barbecue stall was crowded. Plenty of people came here after their night shifts to eat skewers, drink, and catch up with friends.

The servers bustled about, while the grill cook worked so fast his hands practically threw sparks.

Superstar Feng wore sunglasses and a hat, keeping himself thoroughly covered up.

He ordered dozens of different skewers from the menu, then wolfed them down while drinking beer.

"Bro, you have no idea how awesome Butler Tao is!"

Holding a glass in one hand and a skewer in the other, Feng Yiqian spoke animatedly. "Who knows where he got the information, but he stood up there onstage dropping bombshell after bombshell!"

"And his DJing was so, so good!"

Tao Zhiyan glanced at Feng Yiqian. He sounded like he was slurring a little.

No way.

Tao Zhiyan looked at the beer bottles on Feng Yiqian's side of the table.

He was drunk after just two beers?

"He's amazing! Butler Tao's DJing was masterful, flawless, absolutely sublime!" Feng Yiqian tipped his head back and drained his glass, then slammed it onto the table with a bang and looked at Tao Zhiyan. "How about you teach me to DJ?"

"Then I can be a DJ too! With my looks and beauty, I'd become a legend overnight and rake in the money!"

Tao Zhiyan chuckled. "Wouldn't DJing be a waste of your talents, Third Young Master?"

"Not really. I admit I'm reasonably good-looking, but I can hardly call myself talented." Feng Yiqian thought some more. "But DJing is too hard. How about I become a model?"

"I'm so handsome, I'd definitely make it big as a print model!"

"If all else fails, I could livestream."

"Hey, hey, Butler Tao, how about I become a male model?"

In barely half a minute, Feng Yiqian had already named more than a dozen careers.

A little exasperated, Tao Zhiyan set down his skewer and looked at him. "Third Young Master, what do you actually want to do?"

Feng Yiqian paused at the question and licked his lips.

As though something had come to mind, his eyes seemed to dim. Emotion welled up in them, but he quickly pushed it down.

After a long while, Feng Yiqian lowered his eyes and said quietly, "I don't know."

"I can't do what I want to do most anymore."

He couldn't do what he wanted to do most anymore.

Did that mean he wanted to act most, but couldn't anymore?

Tao Zhiyan looked at Feng Yiqian. After a long silence, he finally asked, "Third Young Master, did something happen to you?"

Feng Yiqian said nothing, seemingly reluctant to talk about it.

But even if Feng Yiqian didn't say anything, Tao Zhiyan could guess a little.

The entertainment industry was a cesspool, an extraordinarily chaotic place to begin with.

Although Feng Ze was cold toward everyone, judging by the way the two brothers interacted, he actually treated Feng Yiqian very well. He had probably doted on him as he grew up.

Feng Yiqian was lively and cheerful, every bit an innocent, high-spirited young man brimming with enthusiasm.

With a personality like that in the entertainment industry, he might easily have offended some big shot one day. It wouldn't be surprising if he had been quietly blacklisted.

"Bro." Having pulled himself together, Feng Yiqian looked at Feng Ze with an exceptionally brilliant smile. "Bro, I'll come home and live off you!"

Feng Ze poured him a glass of beer. "Drink some more. At least you can dream."

Feng Yiqian: "."

Tao Zhiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just then, he caught sight of a young woman out of the corner of his eye.

She was sitting behind them, wearing a hat and sunglasses. She was very thin and behaved somewhat strangely. Judging by the direction of her gaze, she seemed to be staring at Feng Yiqian.

Tao Zhiyan turned to look at her.

The moment her eyes met Tao Zhiyan's, she went rigid. She hurriedly lowered her head, using her hat to hide her face.

Tao Zhiyan raised an eyebrow.

Judging by her reaction, she didn't really seem like a fan.

Before Tao Zhiyan could figure it out, a line of text popped up above her head:

[A female celebrity who was raped and wants revenge.]

Huh?

Raped?

Tao Zhiyan's brow furrowed even more deeply.

Then, since she was looking at Feng Yiqian, could this have something to do with him?