Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I ate oysters while opening Weibo.

Today, Palm Ballad officially announced its two male leads.

This was the first time my name had ever appeared on the trending list.

The topic #Xi Sheng and Ji Xun’s New Drama# was sitting bright and bold at number three on the entertainment chart.

“I’m set!”

I chugged a mouthful of banana milk, my fingers trembling with excitement.

Then I opened the comments.

My smile froze instantly.

“Resource nepo baby, get lost! What gives you the right to act opposite our gege?”

“Flop who sold his ass for resources. Barf.”

“Deep dive into Ji Xun’s sugar daddy. Click to see…”

A massive wave of Xi Sheng’s fans flooded into my Weibo.

“What kind of spell did you cast on our gege?”

“Is selling your body for resources something to be proud of?”

“What exactly did you do to make our gege accept this drama?”

I was so angry I nearly coughed up blood.

I bit down hard on my straw.

I really wanted to immediately post:

Why don’t you go ask your gege? Why are you asking me?

Your pure, untouchable gege had hickeys planted all over his neck today.

But then I thought about the army of fans behind him.

And the absolute nobody standing behind me.

I held it in.

Like a coward, I deleted the words I’d typed.

Unexpectedly, just then,

Xi Sheng posted on Weibo.

“@Xi Sheng: If you have any questions, please discuss them on my Weibo. Do not harass my co-stars. If personal attacks are found, my studio will collect evidence and pursue accountability without exception.”

I stared blankly at the screen, and the tightness in my chest suddenly eased a little.

This guy might be a playboy,

but he was pretty loyal.

Xi Sheng’s fans wailed in despair.

“Gege, blink if you’ve been kidnapped!”

“This is way too obvious… Don’t tell me he’s really a love-struck fool?”

“Case solved. Looks like he only took this drama to chase Ji Xun.”

The fans quickly pushed #Xi Sheng’s Ideal Type Archeology# onto the trending list.

In an interview video from three years ago, Xi Sheng smiled as he answered,

“I like someone with dimples when they smile, fair skin…”

The host off-camera egged him on. “Be more specific!”

Xi Sheng rubbed the tip of his nose. “Chestnut-colored natural curls. Likes sweets.”

Crack!

The bottle of banana milk in my hand was crushed flat.

Wasn’t that fucking me?!

Stop messing around. I’m straight.

I just wanted to do a BL drama and get some traffic.

I wasn’t actually trying to turn gay.

When we ran lines tonight, he wasn’t going to make a move on me, was he?

I stared at the slippery oyster meat in front of me and suddenly remembered the glistening abs in Xi Sheng’s photo.

I shook my head.

Then stuffed the oyster into my mouth in one bite.