Chapter 19: Omitted Ten Thousand Words
Xiahou Qian and Chi Shaochen were sitting very close, with Chi Shaochen’s arm wrapped around his waist. Hearing the panting from the movie, Xiahou Qian’s face flushed slightly. Fortunately, the lighting here was dim and flickering; Chi Shaochen shouldn’t be able to see clearly.
But Xiahou Qian was wrong. Chi Shaochen had been paying attention to him the whole time. Seeing him like this, how could he hold back? The hand around Xiahou Qian’s waist reached under the hem of his clothes.
Xiahou Qian hadn’t expected Chi Shaochen to make such a move, but just this simple touch already moved him. Chi Shaochen looked at Xiahou Qian—that exquisite face was currently shimmering with desire. It was truly too alluring…
Chi Shaochen kissed Xiahou Qian’s lips, using his tongue to push past his teeth and invade his mouth. Chi Shaochen’s tongue licked Xiahou Qian’s palate again and again, making it impossible for him to close his mouth. Some saliva even trickled from the corner of his lips.
Chi Shaochen’s teasing led to Xiahou Qian’s constant panting. He was completely limp in Chi Shaochen’s arms, his body seemingly emitting a tempting scent. Those intermittent gasps and low moans were practically lethal… He didn’t want anyone to see Xiahou Qian like this; otherwise, who knew how many people would try to snatch him away.
“Xiao Qian, do you really want it?” Chi Shaochen was amazed internally. He remembered that during their first time, things went smoothly even without any aids. After looking up a lot of information online, he suspected Xiahou Qian’s body was a legendary ‘top-tier vessel.’ Now it seemed his suspicion might be true.
Xiahou Qian was only eighteen, somewhere between a youth and a man. Because of his rebirth, he usually looked more mature, but at this moment, he looked more like a youth.
Chi Shaochen loved Xiahou Qian’s body dearly, just as he loved the person. Those different charms made him even more addicted.
… (Omitted ten thousand words ^_^)
By the time the two were sitting upright again to watch the movie, the two-hour film was already half over. Although Chi Shaochen still held Xiahou Qian, he did no more than kiss his hair occasionally. This kind of warmth brought a faint sense of peace.
After leaving the cinema, the two went for dinner and then to Night Color together.
The next morning, Xiahou Qian was once again woken by his phone. He looked and saw it was an unknown number, so he ignored it and went back to sleep. But the person on the other end was persistent, calling again and again. Xiahou Qian eventually had to press the answer key with a frown.
“Who is this!” Although it was just three words, they carried a deep sense of displeasure.
The other party paused for a moment before speaking in a warm, nonchalant tone: “Hello. I’m Mo Yu, a Silver-level agent from Tianheng Entertainment. A newcomer from our side contacted you before, but it seems there was a misunderstanding because he didn’t know how to speak. We really want Mr. Xiahou to join us. If you agree to sign with Tianheng, I will personally be your agent. What do you think, Mr. Xiahou?”
Xiahou Qian could almost imagine Mo Yu’s smiling face at this moment.
“Thank you, Agent Mo, for your appreciation, but I’ve already promised another company,” Xiahou Qian replied.
“I see… regardless, I still hope Mr. Xiahou will give it some thought, okay? If possible, I’d like us to find a time to meet and talk.” Despite hearing Xiahou Qian’s words, Mo Yu’s tone remained unchanged.
“Fine. I’m hanging up now,” Xiahou Qian said before directly ending the call. He needed to think about a few things.
Naturally, he knew who Mo Yu was. Although a Silver-level agent’s status couldn’t compare to a Gold-level one, even a top entertainment company only had one or two Gold-level agents. Many companies didn’t even have one. Silver-level agents were also rare. While agent levels were just a title within the circle, they represented their status in the industry and the resources in their hands.
Xiahou Qian didn’t know much about Mo Yu personally, but he knew the basic information. He looked average but gave a gentle and refined impression; in reality, his methods were very high. There was no doubt about Mo Yu’s ability, otherwise he wouldn’t have climbed to this position in Tianheng at such a young age. Most of the evaluations Xiahou Qian heard about Mo Yu were positive. Consequently, he was puzzled: why would Mo Yu contact him after so many days, especially after he had already rejected Zhang Tian? What was the connection between Zhang Tian and Mo Yu?
In his last life, he had gone straight to sign the contract, and Zhang Tian became his agent. Naturally, that didn’t happen this time. But in this life, because of his rejection, everything had changed. Mo Yu actually said he would personally be his agent?
He didn’t think Tianheng truly valued him that much; otherwise, they wouldn’t have let him be suppressed until he couldn’t get ahead in his last life. Why exactly did Tianheng want to sign him? If Zhang Tian had discovered him, then after he rejected Zhang Tian and their relationship soured, no one else from Tianheng should have approached him—let alone a Silver-level agent! Not only were the words kind, but even the stance was quite humble.
In his last life, he had thought a lot later on. Naturally, he discovered that his experience in the entertainment industry wasn’t just ‘ordinary’ bad luck—it felt like someone was deliberately targeting him, and this targeting had started from the moment he entered Tianheng. But he truly couldn’t think of who he had offended. He had no grudges with those people, yet they all came looking for trouble. But thinking about it now, perhaps the act of Tianheng signing him was the start of a conspiracy.
Who exactly was going to such lengths to get him into Tianheng? It seemed… they were worried he would enter another company. After all, with his ability, it wouldn’t be hard to succeed even in an average company. Once he entered Tianheng, however, as the company holding his “slave contract,” they could cut off all his opportunities.
No, it wasn’t just suppression in the industry. The disfigurement, the loss of his voice, even the intruder who killed him—none of it was an accident. Who hated him that much?
Xiahou Qian was stumped. He could only set the matter aside for now and investigate slowly if he had the chance later; Zhang Tian and Mo Yu were a ready-made lead.
After the call, Xiahou Qian was no longer sleepy. He got up and went out for breakfast, then browsed the web and wrote songs after coming home.
More than twenty days passed like this. Xiahou Qian and Chi Shaochen’s relationship progressed rapidly, but their love was still a private matter between the two. Xiahou Qian had no family or friends, and while Chi Shaochen had many friends—including a few close ones—Xiahou Qian had only met Lu Ke. The reason for this was Xiahou Qian.
Chi Shaochen had mentioned taking Xiahou Qian to meet them, but although Xiahou Qian didn’t say so directly, it was clear he didn’t want to go. While the reason wasn’t clear, to avoid backfiring, Chi Shaochen didn’t even let Lu Ke tell the others about Xiahou Qian. He would find a suitable time to introduce him; Chi Shaochen’s serious and solemn attitude meant Lu Ke naturally wouldn’t be meddlesome.
It was a Saturday, and Chi Shaochen and Xiahou Qian appeared at Night Color together. Wang Wei was already used to it. In fact, recently, it wasn’t just Chi Shaochen; even the frequency of Lu Ke’s appearances at Night Color had greatly increased. Chi Shaochen and Xiahou Qian’s relationship was not hidden at all. Counting the days, Xiahou Qian wouldn’t be at Night Color much longer.
As the fan club president, Zheng Wenxin was far away in Meidu, so Wen Xiao and Qiao Mu—the closest to Xiahou Qian—were appointed by Zheng Wenxin. They weren’t asked to do much, just take photos and videos. Sometimes when Xiahou Qian was singing, they would intentionally leave their phones on so Zheng Wenxin could listen to the live performance over the phone, even though the effect was worse than a recording.
During this period, Wen Xiao and Qiao Mu recruited a new member for the fan club at Night Color. Calling it recruitment wasn’t exactly right, as the person had actively asked to join after learning their identities. This person was none other than the “Career Woman/White-boned Demoness” whose WeChat nickname was ‘Queen.’
The Queen’s real name was Zhong Han, female, 28, single, and the deputy manager of a large corporation’s PR department. The reason for the ‘deputy’ title was that the actual manager had ‘someone’ above her. She could only be promoted once that person finished their “gilding” and left the PR department. But everyone in the department knew that while the manager held the title, her ability was average. Fortunately, the manager had a good temper and wasn’t arrogant; knowing her limits, she stayed quiet and let Zhong Han handle most of the department’s affairs.
Zheng Wenxin warmly welcomed Zhong Han’s arrival. The fan club needed all kinds of talent in its early stages. While he felt every kind of fan was necessary except for brain-dead ones, there had to be a group of core members with both strength and financial power to guide the others and give their Male God face at certain times.
The legendary “top-tier” wealthy fans of Xiahou Qian’s fan club were already starting to emerge, with Zheng Wenxin at the top. Because of Zheng Wenxin’s promotion on Weibo and in his circle of friends, a large number of ‘rich second-generation’ and ‘power second-generation’ kids joined. At the time, many came looking to nitpick, mocking and belittling the idea of Zheng Wenxin working for a small celebrity, but after hearing Xiahou Qian’s songs or seeing his face, they all fell into the pit, becoming the first batch of wealthy fans.
Besides Zheng Wenxin, Qiao Mu and Wen Xiao were also from wealthy families—compared to Zheng Wenxin, of course—but in the eyes of ordinary people, they were also rich second-generation. This was especially true for Qiao Mu. Zhong Han, who had the most modest background, was still from a middle-class family, but she had strong abilities and earned quite a bit of money. Later, she even married a wealthy man and dragged her husband into the ranks of Xiahou Qian’s wealthy fans.
Genius Zheng Wenxin, the little fatty Ye Rui, Queen-type Wen Xiao, steady Qiao Mu, and career woman Zhong Han—these were the initial five managers of Xiahou Qian’s fan club. These five stayed with Xiahou Qian all the way to the peak and became his best friends.
After stepping off the stage, Xiahou Qian walked straight toward Chi Shaochen’s exclusive seat.
Yes, that seat was booked by Chi Shaochen—without even paying for it. Usually, only Chi Shaochen, Xiahou Qian, Lu Ke, and occasionally Wang Wei sat there. Regulars at the bar knew of Xiahou Qian and Chi Shaochen’s relationship, but no one said anything. Although Night Color wasn’t a gay bar, places like bars were generally more tolerant, and homosexuality wasn’t as rejected as it was ten years ago.
Moreover, both of them were excellent enough that they drew more envy and jealousy. This was especially true for some gay patrons, who practically wanted to cough up blood in frustration—two such high-quality men had actually ended up together, leaving them with no chance even to fantasize!
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