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BPTCMW : Chapter 38

 

Embarrassment! Pure embarrassment!

 

Xia Yang felt like ripping the keyboard app off his phone, throwing it on the ground, spitting on it twice, and stomping on it a few times.

 

But alas, it was just a fleeting thought.

 

Unable to act on his impulse, he held back his frustration and vented by practicing military boxing against the air.

 

The driver in the cabin kept glancing at him through the rearview mirror, his startled gaze mixed with a hint of fear.

 

“Um, young man, there’s a hospital if you turn right up ahead. Maybe you should check yourself in?”

 

Xia Yang: “…”

 

Xia Yang: “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. Please keep driving.”

 

The driver gave him a few more wary glances, wiped his forehead, and stepped on the gas, speeding up.

 

Suppressing his overwhelming embarrassment, Xia Yang refocused on his phone and began explaining the situation to Han Yi.

 

First, he sent a series of emoji to lighten the mood:

 

[Yang]: [Loading grievance… 99%]

 

[Yang]: [Turns out the fool is me]

 

[Yang]: [You’ve gone a second without replying. Whatever. If you don’t love me, just say so. No need for cold violence.]

 

Then, a new message appeared in the chat.

 

Han Yi: ?

 

Han Yi: I don’t know what to say.

 

Xia Yang stared at the text for a moment before bursting into laughter.

 

He had expected the cold and aloof Han Yi to explode in anger over his reputation being tarnished, maybe even sharpening knives in rage. But to his surprise, Han Yi was seriously engaging with his emojis.

 

Matching their tone, no less.

 

Xia Yang chuckled for a while, feeling the suffocating sense of social embarrassment dissipate significantly.

 

[Yang]: Ugh, this damn keyboard app. It’s useless for everything except mischief. I clearly meant to say, “Come to the entertainment industry to test the waters with me,” but it changed it to “Come to the industry to test sleeping with me.” [puppy eyes][puppy eyes]

 

After explaining, he threw in some shameless flattery for good measure:

 

[Yang]: Han Yi, the aloof and noble, untouchable by worldly desires—even if you said you wanted to sleep with me, I wouldn’t believe it!

 

By the time he returned to the hospital, it was quite late. The nutrition restaurant was selling its last batch of freshly made autumn pear syrup.

 

In the crisp and dry autumn season, pear syrup was an excellent tonic for nourishing the lungs and improving health.

 

Xia Yang happened to see it, so he detoured to buy two jars.

 

On his way back to the main building, walking toward the elevator, someone suddenly called his name from behind.

 

“Xia Yang? Is that you?”

 

He turned and saw a tall young man standing behind him. The man wore a baseball cap but no mask. Xia Yang took a closer look and recognized him—it was Peng Xu, a rising star recently gaining popularity from a period drama.

 

He had interacted with the original Xia Yang quite a bit before.

 

“Hi,” he greeted, forcing a smile. His eyes landed on Peng Xu’s plastered ankle. “What happened to you?”

 

“Don’t ask. I got injured filming—ankle fracture. Looks like I’ll be stuck here for the rest of the month.” Peng Xu sighed heavily, his face clouded with frustration. After a pause, he asked, “What about you? Why are you here so late?”

 

“Uh,” Xia Yang hesitated briefly before answering, “My brother is sick. I came to visit him.”

 

“Oh, your brother’s lucky to have you.” Peng Xu smiled and gestured toward the elevator. “Come on, it’s here.”

 

He had come downstairs to pick up takeout, carrying an assortment of meals, snacks, milk, and fruit.

 

Seeing him awkwardly juggling the items while relying on crutches, Xia Yang couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you picking it up yourself? Where’s your assistant?”

 

“Not here,” Peng Xu shook his head. “He took leave to handle some family matters. Tonight, I’m on my own.”

 

“Oh, let me help you carry these to your room.” Xia Yang grabbed the milk, fruit, and snacks from him and walked toward the elevator.

 

Peng Xu froze for a moment, then hobbled after him, a little embarrassed. “Thank you. You’re so kind—may you have peace and blessings.”

 

The elevator chimed. As they entered, Peng Xu’s crutch accidentally got caught in the doorframe, causing him to stumble. Luckily, Xia Yang was there to steady him.

 

“Sorry, and thank you,” Peng Xu said gratefully, adjusting his crutch and pressing the button for the 11th floor.

 

His room was a single suite. Once inside, Xia Yang set the items down on the cabinet by the door and prepared to leave.

 

“Take care and get well soon. I’ll head out now and let you rest.”

 

“It’s too early for me to sleep. Have you eaten? Want to join me for a late-night snack?” Peng Xu offered politely.

 

“No, I’ve already eaten.”

 

“Well, let me treat you to a big meal once I’m discharged. Let’s exchange WeChat contacts—it’s an honor to know you. Feel free to reach out if you ever need help.” Peng Xu grinned, pulling out his phone to scan Xia Yang’s QR code.

 

After adding him as a contact, Xia Yang left the room.

 

Back at the suite, it was already 10:30 PM. Han Yi had finished his evening routine and was ready to rest.

 

“I brought pear syrup to soothe your lungs,” Xia Yang said, shaking the jars in his hand before placing them on the dining table.

 

Han Yi looked up. “Why are you back so late?”

 

“Ah, I was helping someone,” Xia Yang admitted, recounting his good deed. Then he patted Han Yi’s shoulder solemnly. “See? Being alone without anyone to care for you is pitiful. Ordering takeout and fetching it yourself—what a life. Compared to that, our great Mr. Han is truly blessed, with someone thinking of him all the time, even bringing pear syrup late at night.”

 

A faint glimmer seemed to flicker in Han Yi’s dark eyes. He looked at Xia Yang and nodded slightly, his voice calm. “Hmm.”

 

When Xia Yang came out of the bathroom after showering, his exhaustion was apparent—his eyelids drooped with drowsiness.

 

He half-heartedly dried his hair with a towel before crawling into bed, only to be stopped by Han Yi.

 

“Aren’t you going to dry your hair?” Han Yi pointed at the water dripping from Xia Yang’s damp locks. “You’ll get sick.”

 

“Eh, it’s fine. It’s just once or twice. I’m too tired today,” Xia Yang mumbled, waving his hand dismissively.

 

“No,” Han Yi insisted firmly.

 

“Yes.”

 

“I said no.”

 

“Why do you care? If it bothers you so much, dry it for me!” Xia Yang playfully retorted.

 

Han Yi: “…”

 

He felt like he had been tricked.

 

Looking at the sleepy young man, his damp hair clinging to his face, Han Yi hesitated for a moment before retrieving a hairdryer from the cabinet.

 

When Xia Yang noticed, he was stunned. “Wow, you’re really going to dry my hair?”

 

Han Yi didn’t reply. His deep, unreadable gaze pinned Xia Yang down as he turned the young man’s head with one hand and gently pushed him to sit still.

 

This action made Xia Yang slightly apprehensive.

 

“Uh, drying hair is a skill, you know. Are you sure you’re up to the task? Don’t turn me into a plucked chicken…”

 

“Don’t talk,” Han Yi interrupted sternly, poking him.

 

The hairdryer hummed to life, blowing warm air through Xia Yang’s black hair. Han Yi’s slender fingers threaded through the strands, massaging his scalp. Xia Yang closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, looking like a lazy cat enjoying a good petting.

 

“Han Yi, you’re pretty good at this. Can I ask you to do it again next time?” Xia Yang shamelessly teased.

 

Han Yi’s voice came from above. “What are your hands for?”

 

“My hands are clumsy—they’ll never be as good as you. How about I pay you five bucks as a service fee? We can deduct it from the divorce compensation later—what do you think?”

 

Han Yi froze, his wrist trembling slightly. Snapping out of it, he turned off the hairdryer and placed it on the cabinet with a thud.

 

“Ugly rejection.”

 

Xia Yang: “…”

 

Although his offer was declined, his hair was dried soft and fluffy, leaving him feeling like he’d scored a win.

 

He sincerely thanked “Technician Han” before collapsing into bed with a yawn.

 

Just as he was about to turn off the lights, his phone rang.

 

It was an unfamiliar number.

 

He frowned, answering grumpily. “Who’s this?”

 

“Ah, Mr. Xia Yang, right?” A strange male voice croaked from the other end, sounding hoarse and odd. “Who do you think I am?”

 

A fool, maybe? Calling this late at night.

 

Xia Yang rolled his eyes. “If you’re selling houses or insurance, I can only say you’re very dedicated. If you’re trying to scam me, I’ve already downloaded the anti-fraud app.”

 

There was a brief silence before a low chuckle came through. “Mr. Xia, you’re quite amusing. No wonder everyone says you’re on the brink of superstardom.”

 

Xia Yang exhaled sharply. This was clearly some weirdo. He didn’t want to waste more time on their nonsense and prepared to hang up.

 

But before he could, the voice suddenly said, “You’ve started dating recently, haven’t you? A male partner—also a celebrity.”

 

At that moment, Xia Yang felt like he’d been struck on the head, his drowsiness instantly vanishing.

 

“…Who are you?” he asked, his tone dropping.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Han Yi on the adjacent bed turn toward him.

 

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that your relationship has been exposed—a fresh scoop.” The raspy voice sounded giddy, croaking with excitement.

 

Xia Yang’s grip tightened on his phone, his breath quickening.

 

How could this be…?

 

Earlier that afternoon, someone had dug up information about his studio and its investors. Now, by evening, his relationship with Han Yi had been uncovered?

 

Where had this efficiency come from? Who was behind this?

 

Thinking for a moment, he steadied his nerves and probed further. “So, what do you want? If you’re going to break the news, why bother calling me first?”

 

“Smart. That’s the kind of thinking I like.” The voice sneered. “We’re asking for 500,000 to keep your secret.”

 

“Five hundred…” Xia Yang choked, suddenly feeling like they had underestimated the value of his and Han Yi’s relationship.

 

Only five hundred thousand? Was this child’s play? Shouldn’t it at least be five million?

 

“Ahem. Are you sure you only want 500,000?” he asked, testing the waters.

 

This question seemed to stump the caller.

 

“Uh, yes. Why?”

 

“Nothing. Sleep on it, and let me think about it,” he replied, hanging up immediately.

 

The room fell silent again. The soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp lit his face, his long lashes casting faint shadows. His brows furrowed as he stared into the distance, lost in thought.

 

Han Yi studied his expression for a moment before asking, “Who called? What’s this about hush money?”

 

“Uh,” Xia Yang blinked, snapping out of his daze. “Bad news: someone’s dug up our ‘relationship.’ If I don’t pay up, they’ll probably leak it.”

 

“Oh.” Han Yi nodded calmly.

 

Far calmer than Xia Yang had expected—no anger, no shock, no outburst.

 

Just calm, like a glass of water.

 

Xia Yang was startled. “You’re not worried?”

 

Their secret marriage was about to be exposed!

 

Han Yi remained silent, his eyes lowering briefly before meeting Xia Yang’s again. His tone stayed measured. “What’s their source? What evidence do they have?”

 

“Well…” Xia Yang tilted his head, hesitating for a moment. Suddenly, a realization struck him. He clapped his thigh, declaring with conviction, “I think I overthought it!”

 

“?”

 

If the paparazzi had truly uncovered the truth, they would’ve exposed their marriage, not just a “relationship.”

 

A hidden marriage would’ve been the juicier scandal—a billionaire tycoon married to a celebrity idol.

 

And even if their relationship were to be revealed, why would the paparazzi approach him first instead of Han Yi? Wouldn’t a billionaire be a much bigger target?

 

So he reasoned that the paparazzi had likely only caught vague photos—perhaps of Tang Ying picking him up from a script reading, or of Bai Xiaoxiao getting too close during a meal.

 

In short, nothing concrete.

 

As long as they hadn’t uncovered his marriage to Han Yi, there was no need to panic.

 

With this realization, his eyes lit up with excitement as he explained, “I just figured it out. They’re talking about my ‘relationship,’ but it’s probably not with you. They…”

 

“Hold on,” Han Yi interrupted, frowning. “What do you mean, ‘not with me’? Beside me, do you have another ‘relationship’ to expose?”


Author’s note:

Xia Yang: Tsk tsk tsk, why is your focus a little off?


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