Chapter 11: The Secretly Married A-List Top Star Surnamed L is Lu Ci…
[It’s definitely Lu Ciheng; he had no scheduled activities that day! Maybe he went to get his marriage certificate!]
Delete.
[Someone like Lu, who doesn’t talk much, is actually the type to do big things quietly. The leaker said it’s a top star surnamed L; it must be him!]
Delete.
[I did a divination. The one secretly married is Lu Ciheng. If not, I’ll do a handstand and eat a keyboard.]
Delete.
……
Delete, delete.
Assistant Lin had posted a lot of comments. Up until yesterday, he was still fighting people online. Even now, many fans were replying to him, saying it was absolutely impossible and calling him an anti-fan.
Assistant Lin wanted to clap back, but the moment he thought of Xie Shibai, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Lu the Dog could collapse, but Brother Xie could not.
Perhaps because the posts disappeared too quickly in an instant, many people discussing it hadn’t reacted yet. When they refreshed the Little Pea homepage, they found that most of the threads discussing the secret marriage were gone at the same time.
Some people found it strange and posted inquiries.
[What’s going on with the homepage? Are posts getting swallowed again? Why does it feel like a lot of posts disappeared in an instant?]
[1L: Right? I was just arguing with someone, and as soon as I refreshed, the post was gone. The other side was spreading rumors that my brother is secretly married. @Official, can you stop barbecuing in the server room? I’m really convinced.]
[2L: Me too! I was just discussing family trees with an anti-fan, and snap, the post vanished.]
[3L: So weird. Does anyone have a screenshot of the homepage from before?]
[4L: Probably just a glitch. It should be fine in a while.]
[5L: Glitches usually don’t wipe out homepage posts directly. Little Pea Official hasn’t had this kind of bug in years.]
[6L: Holy crap, were all the deleted posts discussing the secret marriage? This is censorship, isn’t it?!]
[56L: Real or fake? Who is it?]
[57L: Real! But I didn’t save a backup. The characteristics mentioned in those few threads all match LCH.]
[58L: WOK. The secretly married top male star surnamed L is Lu Ciheng?]
[59L: ? Be for real, how is that possible? You’d make up this kind of post just to smear Lu Ciheng?]
[60L: Then how do you explain the OP being silenced and the posts being deleted?]
[320L: The person deleting posts is just an anti-fan. Their homepage has dozens of posts hating on Lu Ciheng, don’t you get it?]
[321L: It really is a conspiracy. I felt something was off just now watching his posts disappear one by one. So he was waiting for this! Damn, using this method to spread rumors that he’s being silenced?! That bastard will never get rich in this life.]
Assistant Lin had just finished deleting the posts. Before he could even sigh in relief, he saw the explosive threads floating on the homepage and nearly couldn’t catch his breath.
“Why does the problem get bigger the more I delete?!”
Lu Ciheng watched from the side with amazement.
Xie Shibai had absolutely no desire to pay attention to Assistant Lin anymore. For the first time, he felt the sedative effect of the IV drip was kicking in quite fast.
By the time Cheng Zhe finished handling matters and arrived at the hospital, Assistant Lin was frantically dealing with the fallout from deleting the posts. Switching apps, he saw that, sure enough, the other side had moved the discussion onto the trending search.
Cheng Zhe wasn’t too surprised to see Lu Ciheng. Seeing his assistant, Zhuang Bo, behind him, he was basically certain that Lu Ciheng had helped with this matter.
After staying in the ward for a while, Cheng Zhe pushed up his glasses, keenly sensing a bit of an issue. He glanced at Assistant Lin in the corner and asked, “What are you doing?”
Assistant Lin’s expression was already numb. Seeing Cheng Zhe, his eyes instantly lit up. “Brother Cheng, you’re finally here!”
Cheng Zhe: “?”
Assistant Lin spoke mysteriously, “Do you know who Brother Xie’s marriage partner is?”
Cheng Zhe only knew there was such a person; Xie Shibai hadn’t told him specifically who it was. “Who?”
Xie Shibai: “…”
He spoke up to interrupt, “If you two have nothing to do, just go back.”
At the same time, Lu Ciheng spoke almost in unison with him: “Me.”
Cheng Zhe: Hm?
He froze visibly for a few seconds. “Who? Lu Ciheng?”
Lu Ciheng smiled brilliantly. “We can be considered family from now on.”
Cheng Zhe found it somewhat hard to believe. Even as a usually calm manager, he struggled to maintain his composure. But he adjusted quickly; almost instantly, he thought of the benefits. “That’s actually good. If you get photographed by accident, no one will believe it anyway. Saves on the budget for debunking rumors.”
Lu Ciheng: …
Now it was his turn to be unhappy.
What did he mean by “no one will believe it even if photographed”?
If the two of them were hung on the trending search, netizens would believe it 100%.
After Xie Shibai finished his IV drip, at Lu Ciheng’s strong suggestion, they returned to the home where they were currently cohabiting.
However, since staying there once on moving day, he hadn’t been back, so there were pitifully few things in the room.
The first thing Xie Shibai did was change all the clothes on his body. After showering, he repeatedly washed his hands. The medical tape on his hand was wetted by the water and fell to the side, revealing the faint needle puncture from the IV on his slender, bony hand.
He dried his hair and looked at the flowers on the terrace outside the window, enjoying a rare moment of quiet away from crowded environments.
His stomach was still a bit uncomfortable, but it was within a tolerable range.
Xie Shibai had been very good at enduring pain since childhood.
Although today’s illness had come on fiercely, after calming down, a question gradually took root in his heart.
He wiped his hair dry, a few slightly damp black strands sweeping across the side of his neck.
Knock, knock. A few crisp knocks on the door sounded. Xie Shibai went to open it.
Outside the door, Lu Ciheng was wearing an apron, looking every bit the perfect househusband. “Honey, are you hungry? I made some food, want to try it?”
Xie Shibai hadn’t touched a bite at the dinner, only drinking a glass of wine. The acid reflux was already uncomfortable, and it was worse with an empty stomach. But he was more surprised that Lu Ciheng could actually cook. “You actually know how to cook.”
“Of course.”
With a skeptical attitude, Xie Shibai followed Lu Ciheng downstairs.
Lu Ciheng pulled out a chair for Xie Shibai. “Please, Teacher Xie.”
Xie Shibai stared at the noodles on the table for a while. Although he could smell the fragrant aroma, he couldn’t help but be a little suspicious.
Can this be eaten?
He took a sip of the soup first. The rich white chicken broth had a fresh scent, and the temperature was just right—not too hot. The taste was savory and rich, with just the right amount of saltiness to warm the stomach. A flash of surprise passed through his eyes; he hadn’t expected the food Lu Ciheng made to actually be edible, and the taste was quite good.
Lu Ciheng propped his chin up, sitting opposite Xie Shibai and watching him. “How’s the taste?”
Xie Shibai pursed his lips. “Barely edible.”
Lu Ciheng chuckled lightly, responding to what he wanted to hear rather than what was said. “En, looks like it’s delicious. Teacher Xie rates me very highly.”
Xie Shibai had some questions but just assumed Lu Ciheng was acting up again. He lowered his head to eat the noodles. The chewy handmade noodles were wrapped in rich chicken broth. Originally, his stomach was still a bit uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help eating a few more mouthfuls.
Lu Ciheng: “I heard Teacher Xie is looking for investment?”
Xie Shibai gave an “En.”
Lu Ciheng tapped his fingertips on the table. “What do you think of me? I happen to have thoughts of investing recently, but haven’t found a suitable project.”
Xie Shibai looked up at the sound, speaking calmly, “It’s a movie.”
Lu Ciheng nodded. “I know.”
Xie Shibai picked out the ginger and scallion shreds from the bowl. “Even if this movie might not earn a single cent in the end, you still want to invest?”
“Invest.” Lu Ciheng noticed Xie Shibai’s action and decided to invest casually, as if they were discussing tens of yuan rather than tens or hundreds of millions. “Keep the goodies within the family. With our relationship, if you need money, I’ll give money; if you need people, I’ll give people. What do you think?”
Xie Shibai lifted his eyelids, taking his finished bowl to the kitchen to wash, speaking neither coldly nor warmly. “Switched careers to charity?”
Lu Ciheng followed him, speaking seriously, “I’m serious. Teacher Xie, give me the bowl, I’ll wash it.”
“No need.” Just as Xie Shibai prepared to wash it, Lu Ciheng reached out and scooped the bowl away, leaving absolutely no chance for Xie Shibai’s hands to get wet.
The movement was too fast. When touching the edge of the bowl, their hands touched and brushed past each other rapidly, too fast for anyone to react. But the tiny contact surface seemed to spark with static electricity. For Xie Shibai, who had a contact disorder, even a tiny touch was insanely magnified.
Xie Shibai paused for a few seconds, standing aside and looking down at his curled hand. His heartbeat sped up for a few seconds—a familiar prelude to anxiety—but the stomach symptoms didn’t worsen, and somatic reactions didn’t appear. His arm only felt a dense, fine pain and itch, like new nerves on a scabbed wound being stimulated.
Compared to the previous somatic reactions, these symptoms were negligible.
The doubt rooted in his heart seemed to clarify.
He didn’t resist physical contact with Lu Ciheng?
Early the next morning, Xie Shibai drove to Chen Yi’s therapy office.
Chen Yi was somewhat surprised to see Xie Shibai, not expecting to see him again so soon. After ushering him in, she poured a glass of warm water.
“Has there been a new change in your condition?” Chen Yi asked.
Xie Shibai gave an “En” and told Chen Yi what happened yesterday, including a retelling of his symptoms when contacting Lu Ciheng.
In the past, even if the symptoms of his contact disorder became more severe, Xie Shibai would only let nature take its course.
But the appearance of Ming Yu’s script gave Xie Shibai more thoughts about treatment.
He wanted to act in that script.
But as an actor, physical contact was unavoidable. Before, when the illness was mild, taking medicine didn’t affect him seriously. After the condition worsened, Cheng Zhe suspended all his business engagements, and the few remaining activities didn’t require physical contact.
He had originally thought that this relapse would prevent him from ever touching the acting industry again, but now a turning point had appeared.
Perhaps he could do as Chen Yi said and use Lu Ciheng to establish an anchor, controlling the relapsed illness once again.
It didn’t need to be for long, just enough to last until he finished filming the last movie and fulfilled Ming Yu’s long-standing wish.
Xie Shibai asked softly, “Dr. Chen, what should I do?”
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