After Being Reborn, I Became Explosively Popular Across the Entire Internet CHAPTER 120
Chapter 120: Master Gu Finally Gets His Meat
After a long kiss, the boy sat in the man’s arms, his head resting on the man’s strong and reliable shoulder, breathing quickly, the faint scent of cedarwood filling his nostrils.
It was a scent that could intoxicate him.
He couldn’t help but bury his face in the man’s neck, deeply inhaling, his breath warming the skin. It was hot, and Gu Fei’s heart was also burning.
His arms tightened involuntarily.
A moment later, having absorbed enough, An Qingyan lifted his head. His fair, delicate face was as red as a peach, his beautiful eyes filled with a sheen of moisture. He hesitated before speaking, “Fei-ge, actually… there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Mm?” Gu Fei looked into those eyes, waiting for him to continue.
It seemed to be a difficult question. The boy lowered his head again, avoiding the man’s eyes. He was internally conflicted, before finally whispering after a while:
“Why would you rather endure it than… you know…” His voice was almost inaudible.
Actually, he’d been thinking about this for a while, too shy to bring it up. Taking this opportunity, he finally mustered the courage to ask, but was still too embarrassed to look up.
An Qingyan was very subtle, but Gu Fei understood immediately.
He pretended not to understand. “You know what?”
“You know!” The boy’s speech quickened, clearly agitated. This mischievous man always teased him and wasn’t as serious as he seemed.
Gu Fei silently watched the boy’s slightly trembling eyelashes, his expression softening. He let out an almost inaudible sigh, his tone serious and gentle: “YanYan, you don’t feel pain.”
“I’m afraid of hurting you.”
The man’s deep gaze was complex – filled with heartache and pity, but also restraint and forbearance.
How could he not want to do intimate things with the one he loved? But he couldn’t get past that hurdle in his heart. His YanYan didn’t feel pain; this was the most frustrating thing Gu Fei had ever encountered.
An Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then hugged the man’s waist tightly. He wasn’t insensitive; he had already guessed Gu Fei’s thoughts, and the man’s answer confirmed his suspicions.
This man always considered him first.
How lucky he was to have met and fallen in love with Gu Fei. However awful his past life had been, his present life was so happy.
If he had met Gu Fei sooner in his past life, would things have been different? Back then, no one cared for him except himself. When he was sick, bullied, or injured, he had to bear it alone.
Even he himself didn’t care about not having a sense of pain.
Only Gu Fei, since learning about it, had been so careful, afraid that something might happen to him.
“Fei-ge, I’m not a porcelain doll that shatters at a touch,” An Qingyan’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes welling up. He smiled, “My body is fine, I’m not afraid.”
Gu Fei didn’t speak. He tightened his arms, then slowly lowered his head, gently kissing the top of the boy’s head.
…
The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom, steam gradually filling the air. The man stood under the shower, his gaze distant, water droplets gathering and flowing down his body.
Gu Fei was distracted.
He quickly showered, dried himself, got dressed, and left the bathroom. He casually dried his hair, stood silently for a moment, and went downstairs.
A few minutes later, Gu Fei held a cup of hot milk. He stood before the guest room door and knocked. There was no response; the door wasn’t locked.
He opened the door and heard the sound of water from the bathroom. An Qingyan was showering. He stood there for a moment, then placed the milk on the table and went to his study.
He still had work to do.
A few minutes later, An Qingyan emerged from the bathroom, discovering the milk on the table. He touched the cup; it was still warm.
He knew who had sent it. He turned to go, noticing the main bedroom door was slightly ajar. The lights were off; Gu Fei must be in the study.
An Qingyan turned towards the study, then paused, turning back to the main bedroom. A moment later, he emerged with a piece of clothing.
It was a white shirt, one Gu Fei wore frequently, likely his favorite.
Like a thief, An Qingyan quickly returned to his guest room, peeking cautiously outside before gently closing the door.
Study.
Gu Fei was always focused when working, but now he was distracted. He stared at the computer screen for several minutes, his mind involuntarily recalling what had just happened.
He was restless.
He frowned in annoyance and continued working.
After ten minutes, a knock came at the door, followed by the boy’s tentative, soft voice, “Fei-ge, can I come in?”
Gu Fei, who had finally regained his focus, was once again distracted. He had a reason to abandon his work. He composed himself, but when he saw the sight that followed, his composure completely shattered.
“Fei-ge.”
“Thank you for the milk.”
An Qingyan casually leaned against the doorframe, wearing a white shirt that was clearly too big for him. The shirt hung loosely on his slender frame, making him look like a child in adult clothing.
Gu Fei immediately recognized it as his most frequently worn shirt.
The boy was holding the cup of milk, taking a sip. He looked at the man, slowly speaking, “It’s very delicious.”
His intentions were obvious; Gu Fei understood perfectly.
The man stared intently at him, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably, his gaze deepening. His low voice held a hint of helplessness, “You can’t do this, YanYan.”
“Why not?” An Qingyan tried to maintain his composure, but his heart was pounding. Who would have thought he’d do something like this one day?
His voice trembled uncontrollably, and although he tried to mask it, his face flushed to his ears, his eyes nervously flickering.
The sight before him was highly attractive; Gu Fei couldn’t look away. His lips were pressed tightly together, trying to remain calm.
“Fei-ge…”
Gu Fei finally stood up, maintaining his outward composure, taking the milk from the boy’s hand and placing it on the table. He looked at the boy, who was clearly shy but trying to appear calm, his deep eyes seeming to churn with unspoken emotions.
“YanYan, you’re very naughty.”
“Now, even if you regret it… it’s too late.”
With a “bang,” the bedroom door closed, concealing what happened inside.
…
Night fell.
Wu Weiguang, the director of Nine Continents, was troubled these past two days, all because of the role of Shen Tinghan.
He wanted to choose An Qingyan, but the producer, Mr. Wu, disagreed, insisting on Duan Ci. He’d tried to persuade Mr. Wu, but to no avail; the man was determined on Duan Ci.
Furthermore, Mr. Wu had threatened to withdraw his investment if Duan Ci wasn’t the male lead, treating the matter like a joke!
But there was nothing he could do. Wu Weiguang anxiously smoked a cigarette. If Mr. Wu withdrew his investment, the drama couldn’t be filmed. The original plan would have to be canceled, and they’d have to find new investors.
That wasn’t easy!
On one hand was his ideal choice for the male lead, on the other was reality. If he had to choose, he’d have to succumb to reality. Life… wasn’t always what you wanted.
But it was a shame. That young An acted so well, perfectly fitting the role of Shen Tinghan. If he played it… it might become a huge hit.
Such a shame.
Worried, he couldn’t sleep.
Just as Director Wu, worried, stood by the window at a 45-degree angle, gazing at the night sky, his phone rang.
Who would call him this late? Wu Weiguang picked up his phone. The caller ID was an unknown number. Could it be a nuisance call?
He hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Hello?”
“Director Wu, hello.” A calm, detached male voice came from the other end of the line. He sounded young. Wu Weiguang wondered how this person knew him, then heard the man say, “I’m Gu Fei.”
“Gu Corporation’s CEO.”
Wu Weiguang: “???”
It’s a scam?!
How could the CEO of Gu Corporation be calling him? That’s the renowned Master Gu!
Are scammers now impersonating Master Gu?
Just as he was about to hang up, the person on the other end seemed to guess his thoughts, calmly saying, “It’s not a scam, I am indeed Gu Fei.”
Wu Weiguang: “?”
Gu Fei: “Director Wu, I heard you’re having trouble with the casting for Nine Continents.”
Wu Weiguang: “??”
Gu Fei: “Mr. Gu wants to discuss a collaboration with you.”
Wu Weiguang: “??!!”
Even though he’d weathered many storms in this industry, he couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly, “Whoa!” Is this really not a scammer? How could a scammer possibly know these things? This information only circulates within the crew.
Is the person talking to him really the CEO of Gu Corporation?!
He’d of course heard of Gu Fei’s name, but Master Gu was low-key, rarely appearing in the media. Rumors suggested he was very quiet and cold.
Putting aside those irrelevant thoughts, Wu Weiguang tentatively believed it was Gu Fei. He politely replied, “Yes, I’ve encountered some trouble.”
“Ahem… What kind of collaboration do you want to discuss?”
