Got it! I'll only kiss you!

At those words, Huo Chuyun's eyes instantly turned icy. He reached back and clamped a hand around the young man's throat, asking in a low, chilling voice, "What do you know? How did you know I would die? And what do you mean by the author?"

Lu Xingchen's eyes shimmered with tears, making Huo Chuyun's expression a little hard to see. All he knew was that Huo Chuyun seemed angry. He pouted aggrievedly. "Huo Chuyun, don't be angry, okay? It hurts my heart..."

The young man seemed to trust Huo Chuyun with his whole being, as though he couldn't feel the pressure on his neck at all. He pursed his lips and kissed Huo Chuyun's thin lips.

That left Huo Chuyun at a complete loss. His grip on Lu Xingchen loosened a little, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I do. Huo Chuyun is you, and you're Huo Chuyun. I like Huo Chuyun. He's angry, so I'll give him a kiss. Being angry won't look good on him, and he still has acting to do..."

Lu Xingchen freed himself from the grip on his neck and buried his flushed little face against Huo Chuyun's chest as he spoke.

The next instant, an overwhelming wave of heat filled the air. The recollection ended there.

Lu Xingchen finished getting dressed, feeling fresh all over. It seemed Huo Chuyun had bathed him last night. At Huo Chuyun's words, he abruptly leaned his delicate face closer, his fine brows knitting with worry.

"You were drugged too? Was it that bastard Huo Junchi? Fuck! Where is he? I'll take a knife and hack that son of a bitch to death!"

Warmth stirred in Huo Chuyun's heart, but Lu Xingchen's reaction also shocked him.

Thinking back carefully, this was only their second meeting. Why did Lu Xingchen react so strongly to matters concerning him? And why did Lu Xingchen know about Huo Junchi?

Huo Junchi was an illegitimate son of the Huo family and wasn't qualified to attend major banquets. Lu Xingchen was merely the young master the Lu family had only recently found, and he was decidedly out of favor within the family.

What source of information did Lu Xingchen have that let him know the Huo family's private secrets?

What was Lu Xingchen's purpose in approaching him?

But Huo Chuyun was an actor himself, and an award-winning one at that. He would be able to tell whether Lu Xingchen was acting.

If it was the other possibility... Huo Chuyun narrowed his eyes slightly. Then everything fell into place.

Why Lu Xingchen's personality had changed so abruptly, and why Lu Xingchen knew so much.

Huo Chuyun looked at Lu Xingchen, whose little mouth was still chattering away in front of him. "Chuyun, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Why don't we just go to the hospital for a checkup? Tsk, no, you're an award-winning actor. It wouldn't be good if the paparazzi caught you."

For some reason, Huo Chuyun was in a fairly good mood now. "I've ordered breakfast. Have some before you leave."

"Sure." Lu Xingchen answered, then suddenly called his name. "Huo Chuyun?"

"Hm?"

"You just said I didn't have to take responsibility for you. Does that mean you don't intend to take responsibility for me?"

Huo Chuyun paused briefly, then looked at Lu Xingchen seriously.

"Lu Xingchen, we're both adults. Last night, we were just getting what we each needed, though I did take advantage of you."

"Your situation in the Lu family isn't very good. My assistant will transfer five million to you later. With that money, you can leave the Lu family and live comfortably for the rest of your life."

"Sure!" Huo Chuyun had thought Lu Xingchen might decline a few times before accepting, or refuse outright and make some other demand. Instead, Lu Xingchen agreed without hesitation.

Then Lu Xingchen changed tack. "But I do have one small request."

Huo Chuyun raised his handsome brows, his expression saying he had expected as much.

See? Give someone an inch and they'll take a mile. That was human nature.

Lu Xingchen took out his phone and opened his WeChat contact QR code. "I want to add you. Huo Chuyun, I really like you, and I want to pursue you."

Huo Chuyun scoffed. "But you accepted my money."

"Why can't I accept your money?" Lu Xingchen sat on the table, eating the breakfast the hotel attendant had delivered, looking as though it was only natural.

"Huo Chuyun, I'm jealous. This is your punishment. If it hadn't been me last night, would you have done it with someone else..."

Lu Xingchen raised his head and met Huo Chuyun's gaze directly, sparks of confidence flickering in his foxlike eyes.

"Huo Chuyun, I'm determined to have you. You can only be mine, so your money will be mine in the future too. You're already upset over me spending five million now? Then won't it be like cutting off your flesh if I spend tens of millions on a sports car someday?"

Before transmigrating, Lu Xingchen had also been a pampered young master from a well-off family. Although his parents were away from home all year round, they had never left him short of money.

Where the money went, the love went.

His parents were busy, but whenever they had time, they would spend it with Lu Xingchen.

Lu Xingchen was content. He had grown up surrounded by love.

Ever since he was little, his parents had told him to always focus on the road ahead. Looking every which way and worrying too much would only bring needless troubles.

His death in a car accident and his transmigration into a novel had already happened. Lu Xingchen was grateful to heaven for giving him another life. Time flew, and a lifetime really wasn't long. He had to cherish the life before him and strive for whatever he liked.

Lu Xingchen liked Huo Chuyun.

And Huo Chuyun could only belong to Lu Xingchen.

Lu Xingchen's words successfully made Huo Chuyun laugh. "What kind of twisted logic is that? Fine, even if you like me, does that mean I have to like you? And my money becomes yours too?"

Lu Xingchen gave a couple of little huffs and didn't argue with Huo Chuyun any further. Time would prove everything.

Previously, because Huo Chuyun's ending had broken his heart, Lu Xingchen had privately contacted the author of The Happy Life of the Beloved Lu Jiaojiao.

He had wanted to use the power of money to buy all the rights to the novel and rewrite Huo Chuyun's tragic ending.

But the author wouldn't budge, leaving Lu Xingchen so angry he hadn't drunk milk tea for days.

Now things were different. Lu Xingchen had transmigrated into the novel. Who was going to indulge that fucking idiot of an author? If they wanted to write Huo Chuyun to death, they would have to ask whether Lu Xingchen agreed first.

"I'm done eating."

Lu Xingchen elegantly wiped his mouth, then walked straight over to Huo Chuyun, snatched his phone, held it up to scan his face and unlock it, and added his own WeChat account directly to Huo Chuyun's phone.

The whole sequence flowed seamlessly, as though Lu Xingchen had rehearsed it thousands of times in his head.

Huo Chuyun didn't even have time to react.

"Lu! Xing! Chen!" Huo Chuyun growled at the sight. "Do you have any manners? Who said you could mess with my phone..."

At Lu Xingchen's pitiful little expression, Huo Chuyun's voice grew quieter and quieter.

Had he been too harsh?

Lu Xingchen blinked and looked at Huo Chuyun's WeChat profile picture. It was solid black, and the name was simply Huo Chuyun. That was very Huo Chuyun.

Having achieved his goal, Lu Xingchen switched expressions like a Sichuan opera face-changer. He grinned brilliantly, showing his little canine teeth, then abruptly bent down and kissed Huo Chuyun's thin lips, taking the opportunity to teasingly stroke his firm, muscular, springy chest.

"Lu! Xing! Chen! Who taught you that? You can't just go around kissing people, understand?" Only when he saw that Huo Chuyun's ears had gone red with anger did Lu Xingchen nod in satisfaction.

"Got it! I'll only kiss you!"

Lu Xingchen waved and turned away jauntily. "Remember to have your assistant transfer the money."

Huo Chuyun gritted his teeth and roughly wiped his lips. He had never met anyone who ate his fill and still took more to go.