Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shortly after the incident of the fashion magazine cover, Fu Sichen and Pei Zhen wowed fans with sensational and juicy news again.
Sketchy photos of what appeared to be a kiss circulated like wildfire on social media. The angle of the photo and positions of the subjects were ambiguous. There was no way to deny a gay relationship.
A group of female fans started to shriek.
“That’s the end, that’s the end, my hubby has a boyfriend.”
“That’s the end, that’s the end, I love my hubby and have to love his boyfriend.”
“That’s the end, that’s the end, not only am I not angry, in fact, I find them yummy.”
Compared to scandals in the past, the paparazzi would never have guessed that the fans would be so united. When the evil fans so much as suggested that Pei Zhen and Fu Sichen were creating hype, their female fans immediately jumped to their defense and tore those evil fans apart.
What could you do?
That was the sheer fighting power of their fans.
But the most critical point was that the fans didn’t believe that the Best Actor and Best Actor candidate would get into that sort of relationship.
It was just shooting themselves in their own feet.
The celebrities weren’t stupid, and neither were the agencies. If they hyped up the couple news, it was a possible strategy to gain popularity.
The fans were happy, and posted messages to their own idols, hoping to see more activities and promoting them as a couple—especially Pei Zhen’s rich housewife fans, who joked that their idol should watch his waistline.
Pei Zhen was furious!
“That’s not bad.” Xiao Nian was quite pleased to see the buzz and active conversations online. “Indeed Best Actor Fu—it’s great. His popularity automatically draws attention.”
Pei Zhen snorted and said, “What do you know?”
If only you knew that Fu Sichen was eyeing your artiste’s chastity. Let’s see if you’d remain this calm.
“Why wouldn’t I know?” Xiao Nian picked up his mobile phone and gracefully rolled his eyes. “Daddy, no matter what I’m a champion manager, of course I know how to seize opportunities when I see them. Hold on… Hello, Youquan, how do you do?”
Xiao Nian walked out of the resting room once the call was connected, and went on to discuss the upcoming plans animatedly.
“Collaborate with Sichen? Hype up the couple news?” Wang Youquan was beginning to get a headache and glanced at his artiste. When their eyes met, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat. He turned and walked out of the room. “You must be joking, Xiao Nian, what are you even thinking? Men—both of them are men… it’s not that I have an immoral philosophy…”
There was no way he could make a statement that his own artiste was interested in the rear end of Xiao Nian’s artiste.
Wang Youquan was utterly devastated and desperately searched within himself for a reason to reject the proposal. He even thought of the excuse that it was a negative influence on the ‘progress and propagation of humankind’.
“Seriously, this is a bad influence. Now our nation is even allowing a second child. Isn’t this contrary to where our nation is heading?”
Before he had a chance to finish, someone snatched his mobile phone out of his hand. Stunned, Wang Youquan turned around and found himself looking right into the man’s ambiguous stare.
The iciness spread, like a vine curling around him, choking him so that he couldn’t breathe. “Sichen…”
Fu Sichen threw him a cold glance and spoke indifferently into the phone, “It’s me, Fu Sichen. Create a scandal with Pei Zhen? Sure, but on one condition. Pei Zhen has to commit to starring in a movie with me.”
At the other end of the line, Xiao Nian’s heart was pounding. “What… what movie?”
“I had previously picked a gay-themed movie if you recall.” Fu Sichen patiently explained, “It’s a progressive theme, and praises the virtues of socialism. When the time comes, whether in terms of theme or philosophy, it would be thought-provoking and could turn out to be the Best Film of the Year.”
Xiao Nian was swept away by the possibilities that Fu Sichen laid before him, and was totally bowled over by Fu Sichen’s state-of-the-art thinking.
Seriously… shallow!