Chapter 22: Ambiguity
Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes, all traces of sleep vanishing. Instinctively, he wanted to look at Fu Yuqian, but he held himself back, lowering his gaze.
How could he not want to leave Xingyue Entertainment? His contract split earnings 80-20 in the company’s favor. Of his 20%, costs for his image, packaging, and other fees were deducted, leaving him with perhaps a meager 10%.
But that didn’t bother him. He wasn’t one to indulge in extravagant spending. What money he earned went to his mother, with some set aside for charity. His mother saved most of it for him. Even though Xingyue exploited him mercilessly over the past three years, he had still managed to save millions. If he left the entertainment industry now, he could live comfortably for the rest of his life.
What he couldn’t tolerate was Xingyue’s habit of arbitrarily booking him for events and endorsements, overexploiting his popularity without a clear long-term career plan. The added financial strain on his fans troubled him deeply. He wanted to intervene but felt powerless.
The most significant reason, however, was his mother. Zhao Hua had preserved her medical records and a video from her darkest times. When her mental health deteriorated, she’d oscillate between calm and severe breakdowns, crying until she fainted or even harming herself. Song Yu had quit school early, juggling jobs to make ends meet. In the small town where gossip ran rampant, he’d eventually taken his mother to a larger city for treatment. But money was tight, and quality care was out of reach—until he met Zhao Hua while handing out flyers.
Thanks to deep hypnosis and therapy, his mother no longer remembered those traumatic three years. Her personality brightened considerably, and for that, he was grateful to Xingyue.
Thus, apart from standing firm on endorsement issues, he endured Xingyue’s unreasonable schedules and demands. Over the past three years, he’d repaid them in full. He owed them nothing now.
Many companies had approached him in private, offering generous contracts if he terminated his agreement with Xingyue. But as long as Zhao Hua held his mother’s past over him, leaving was impossible.
He knew any defiance or attempt to leave Xingyue would prompt Zhao Hua to expose the truth, ripping open his mother’s healed wounds. The mere thought of his mother reliving that pain terrified him.
Fu Yuqian’s words lingered in his mind. He had no intention of responding. He was deeply grateful for everything Fu Yuqian had done, but he didn’t want to drag him into his own mire.
Fu Yuqian watched Song Yu closely. For a brief moment, his eyes lit up before dimming again. Fu Yuqian knew his worries. Holding Song Yu’s soft paw, he kissed it gently and said warmly, “Yiyi, I got a promise from your mom: no matter what I ask Song Yu to do in the future, he can’t refuse.”
Song Yu remembered that all too well. His naïve mother had been tricked into making such a promise by this cunning fox!
He’d surely use this to make Song Yu his. Frustrated, Song Yu smacked Fu Yuqian’s face with his paw—softly, claws retracted.
Instead of getting angry, Fu Yuqian laughed, his deep-set eyes twinkling. “Yiyi, I plan to ask Song Yu to do whatever makes him happy—to be free and live a life of joy. He won’t have to worry about anything because I’ll handle it all for him.”
The warmth in his voice enveloped Song Yu’s heart, making his eyes sting. Hope rekindled in his chest, his heartbeat quickening.
Could he truly trust Fu Yuqian?
Fu Yuqian was undeniably reliable. With his influential background, he could dominate the entertainment industry with ease. Moreover, as a top-tier celebrity, he held immense personal value, adored by sponsors and fans alike.
But Fu Yuqian’s growing affection for him made it impossible to accept his help with a clear conscience.
A small pang of regret surfaced in Song Yu’s heart—if only Fu Yuqian were a woman. If he were, Song Yu thought he might genuinely fall in love with him.
Closing his eyes to hide the moisture pooling there, Song Yu feigned ignorance.
But deep down, Fu Yuqian’s words had already brought him immense joy.
Understanding Song Yu’s stubborn nature, Fu Yuqian didn’t expect to win him over immediately. It was enough that he wasn’t being rejected outright. Stroking Song Yu’s soft, fluffy head, he said gently, “Yiyi, sleep now.”
Fu Yuqian closed his eyes, his breathing soon evening out.
Song Yu lay awake, his mind racing. Despite everything, his life was leagues better than it had been before. What more could he ask for? Perhaps one day, when his fame dwindled, and Xingyue abandoned him, he’d finally be free.
But even as he comforted himself with that thought, guilt weighed heavily on him for letting his fans down.
As he lay there, drowsiness gradually crept in, the faint scent of cedar from Fu Yuqian’s presence lulling him into relaxation. He soon drifted off.
Who knew how long they slept, but before Song Yu fully woke, his ears twitched, picking up an odd sound.
At first, he thought it was part of a dream. Who would be watching something so inappropriate in the middle of the day? Then, reality hit him like a lightning bolt—he was in Fu Yuqian’s bed!
The strange sound was coming from Fu Yuqian!
What on earth?!
Feeling the heated breath on his head and the faint tremor of the blanket, Song Yu’s entire body stiffened. His ears burned as the sounds seemed amplified in his sharp feline hearing.
Desperate for a solution, an idea suddenly struck him—a brilliant, foolproof plan.
Feigning sleep, Song Yu counted silently, determined to time his move perfectly.
When the moment came, he pounced onto Fu Yuqian’s chest with all his might, letting out a loud, “Meow!”
Startled, Fu Yuqian froze, utterly caught off guard. While he’d anticipated Song Yu’s reactions—perhaps anger, perhaps retreat—he hadn’t expected this. Song Yu was trying to scare him into impotence!
Such a Naughty Little Kitten Deserves Punishment
He extended his long, strong arms and pulled the still-smug Song Yu into a firm embrace, tightly confining him. His warm lips brushed against Song Yu’s sensitive ear as he whispered in a husky, magnetic voice: “Xiao Yu.”
That voice seemed to carry electricity, sending shocks coursing through Song Yu’s entire body. From the tip of his tail to the crown of his head, every nerve tingled as if electrified. He felt as if his soul had left his body, wandering aimlessly in a daze.
It wasn’t until Fu Yuqian’s voice, slightly questioning, broke the silence: “Yiyi, did you just… pee on me?” that Song Yu snapped back to reality. To his utter horror, he realized he had reacted merely to the sound of that voice…
What the heck?!
Song Yu’s fur bristled completely, his entire body stiffening in alarm. He dared not move a muscle. In that moment, he didn’t know whether to lament his lack of control or his sheer embarrassment. The most pressing issue, however, was that he was still on Fu Yuqian. If he moved even a little, Fu Yuqian would immediately discover what had happened.
What should he do?!
Song Yu’s face betrayed a mix of terror and despair. He couldn’t believe it—he had just done that… to Fu Yuqian.
Song Yu had no idea how to handle the situation. His brain was in complete shutdown mode, while Fu Yuqian, with a furrowed brow, was already preparing to pick him up.
Author’s Note:
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“Everyone Covets My Beauty”
At the end of the Chu Kingdom, the nation teetered on the brink of collapse, plagued by internal strife and external threats. The frail emperor, who ruled for 20 years, had only one son, Chu Heng.
Chu Heng, timid by nature and a shuang’er (a male capable of bearing children in certain fictional settings), ascended the throne with great trepidation.
After a high fever, Chu Heng discovered he could hear the inner thoughts of others.
To his shock, he realized that everyone around him coveted his beauty.
The prime minister’s eldest son, who had once been his study companion, would report state affairs in the imperial study with a serious demeanor but secretly think: “The little prince’s lips look especially red today—I’d love to taste them.”
The young general from a military family would invite him to train for better health but secretly think: “He’ll start sweating soon. Where’s the best spot on the roof to watch him bathe later?”
Terrified, Chu Heng had no choice but to seek refuge with the only person whose thoughts he couldn’t hear: the regent.
“Regent, may I eat at your residence?”
“Regent, may I bathe at your residence?”
“Regent, may I sleep with you?”
Faced with such heartfelt pleas from his beloved, even a saint couldn’t resist. The regent’s eyes darkened, but his expression remained serious. “Naturally.”
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