Even in death, you couldn't surpass your daddy's talent

Pressing their foreheads together quickly closed the distance between them. Their breaths mingled, and their eyes were filled with nothing but each other.

Nan Zhou's bright eyes met Huo Xingye's deep, dark gaze. In the morning light, there was an indescribable, fairy-tale beauty to the sight.

The viewers and ship fans in the livestream were struck by the beauty of this unexpected scene.

[Aaaaaah, a scene from a 2D world has come to life in 3D!]

[So sweet, sob sob. I knew Xingzhou would never disappoint.]

[This faithful believer would go vegetarian for three days in exchange for Xingzhou kissing right in front of me!]

[Heh, the thieving little bitch is still here flirting for clout.]

[Please stop leeching off everyone and stealing everything.]

[What's going on? Bad luck crawling in this early in the morning?]

[Haven't you seen the trending topics? Your fave is the bad luck, stealing other people's babies everywhere.]

"Mm." Huo Xingye nodded slightly. "But you still need to take your medicine."

At the mention of medicine, Nan Zhou immediately pouted in displeasure and sat back. "Why are you telling me this?"

Without giving Huo Xingye a chance to answer, he quickly added, "Don't say it's for my own good."

It sounded like a complaint, but was actually more like a jab at himself.

The cameraman: "..." He had never met anyone with such a smart mouth.

As though long immune to these remarks, Huo Xingye simply ignored Nan Zhou's vicious attack and set the pills and hot water before him. "If you think having me feed you is good, I'll feed you."

Nan Zhou: "..." Damn it, wasn't this guy learning a little too fast?

He slowed his eating even further, as though eating this slowly would spare him from taking his medicine.

Huo Xingye did not rush him. He simply sat beside him, replying to work messages on his phone and occasionally sipping his coffee.

The apartment was quiet in the early morning. The two sat at the dining table doing their own things, yet the scene was remarkably harmonious.

Nan Zhou's phone buzzed twice where it lay facedown on the table.

Setting down his cup, he unlocked the screen and glanced at it. He immediately let out a "Ha!" and his expression turned distinctly angry.

Huo Xingye looked up at him and saw Nan Zhou put down the spoon in his other hand too, then start tapping rapidly on the screen with both hands.

A little later, a Weibo notification popped up on Huo Xingye's phone: Nan Zhou V, whom you follow closely, has published a new post.

He opened it. Nan Zhou had posted on Weibo a few seconds earlier.

@Nan Zhou V: How many moms have you got, daring to steal my song?!

Half a minute earlier, Nan Zhou had received Hao Jia's belated reply.

"Of course! Omegas already tend to have weaker constitutions, and your gland was badly injured back then, so you get sick easily."

"Have you checked Weibo? That scumbag Lu Zhou released a new song. One section sounds a bit like the melody you played in the basement yesterday, and now everyone online is saying he wrote that melody."

Posting on Weibo had done nothing to lessen Nan Zhou's anger. With two cold snorts, he opened his WeChat blocklist and unblocked the person saved as Brother Zhou.

After opening the chat, he apparently found even that contact name offensive. In a few quick taps, he changed it to "Thieving dog."

He started a voice call and slapped his phone back onto the table.

The WeChat call music played for a long time before the other person answered.

As though deliberately, even his voice and words carried an air of keeping his distance.

"What is it?"

"Where are you?"

"...As far as we're concerned, I think I already made things..."

"Quit acting out Empresses in the Palace with me. Just tell me where you are!"

"What are you going to do?"

Nan Zhou laughed, rubbing his wrist as he said, "What am I going to do? Beat you up!"

Lu Zhou: "..."

"We're both adults. I don't have time to play house with you." With that, he quickly hung up.

Looking at the disconnected WeChat call on his screen, Nan Zhou grew even angrier inside. Yet the anger vanished from his face, leaving only a terrifyingly dark expression and a look as though he was about to go slash someone.

[Wow, this is my first time seeing Zhou Bao angry. Can I say he looks kind of hot when he's mad?]

[Husbands really do start looking alike, huh? Nan Zhou looks so much like Huo Xingye when he's angry.]

[Was he calling Lu Zhou? Holy shit, why did Lu Zhou sound like such a bitch?]

[Is Nan Zhou sick in the head?! Lu Zhou clearly doesn't want to talk to him, but he won't let it go. Psycho.]

[Some people are the real psychos. When someone steals your song, are you supposed to hide and cry instead of going to catch the thief?]

[Who stole from whom? Fans of a certain fake innocent are such a joke.]

Only a few seconds later, Nan Zhou called again.

This time, Lu Zhou answered a little faster. "I said..."

"What's going on? I called you and you just hung up? If you're so fragile, why aren't you an Omega?" Nan Zhou beat him to the punch.

Wen Yu's comment from the previous night about Lu Zhou being sensitive like an Omega was still trending. Hearing this, Lu Zhou grew a little angry, as though Nan Zhou had hit a nerve.

"That's enough," he said.

"Enough? Even the worst students don't have as many tricks as you! Let me tell you, you can copy my songs, but even in death, you couldn't surpass your daddy's talent."

This time, Nan Zhou hung up first.

He turned to Huo Xingye. "How come your entertainment industry can't even sort its trash properly? You'll take any garbage!"

Huo Xingye chuckled and asked unhurriedly, "What would you like me to do?"

He looked so calm and composed, as though whatever outrageous request Nan Zhou made, he could fulfill it as soon as Nan Zhou asked.

[Is Huo Xingye going to stand up for Nan Zhou again?]

[Barf, barf, barf! That fake innocent has no skills except relying on an Alpha!]

[Seriously, the best actor has no standards when it comes to finding a partner.]

[Oh my, fans of nonrecyclable trash have just as many tricks as their fave. Always running into someone else's livestream. Is your own fave's stream not good enough?]

[LMAO, their fave's livestream doesn't even get a fraction of the viewers our Xingzhou stream gets.]

[Zhou Bao, my mouthpiece in the entertainment industry. Drag him!]

Nan Zhou picked up his spoon again. "Forget it. As an A, you'd send people for a CT; as an O, you'd definitely go OT. Just stick to being an actor."

The cameraman: "..." He could turn even that into a rap?!

[Huh? Could he actually be a genius?]

[That was incredible.]

[Actor, hahahaha! Did you hear that, Huo Xingye? Your wife told you to be good and act. Hurry up, pack your things, stop slacking, and get on set!]

Huo Xingye lowered his eyes and smiled, his expression full of fond indulgence.

Nan Zhou finished his congee in a few mouthfuls. "Just watch. If I don't slap his face to shreds, I'll take your surname!"

The cameraman asked, "Why not his surname?"

Nan Zhou said, "Don't disgust me!"

The livestream's comments were nothing but hahahahas.

Meanwhile, in a spacious, magnificent office in a building over thirty stories tall in the heart of Hai City's CBD, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat in a luxurious office chair.

Across the desk, a beautiful young secretary with curly hair stood respectfully.

On the desk, a tablet played an edited version of You Make My Heart Flutter. It was showing the part where Nan Zhou reached out from beneath the covers to put his arms around Huo Xingye.

A sharp glint flashed through the man's ink-black eyes.

Curling his fingers, he tapped twice on the desk and said, "Contact this show. Have them find a way to arrange a guest appearance for me."

"Yes, President Gu."