Xie Wanxing played with the wand in his hand for a long time, like a child again, poking Fu Wenshan’s forehead with the wand, pretending to cast an unforgivable hex.
But considering it was Fu Wenshan, he couldn’t bear to do it, so he reluctantly acted cool and said, “Disarm you.”
Then Fu Wenshan simply disarmed him of his wand.
Xie Wanxing suddenly felt embarrassed.
“Here’s another gift. Don’t you want to see what’s inside?” Fu Wenshan said.
Only then did Xie Wanxing remember the golden thief.
He took out the golden thief from the box. It was a replica of the one in the movie, but made of pure gold and felt a bit heavy in his hand, giving off a somewhat nouveau riche vibe…
Xie Wanxing saw a small button underneath the thief, thinking it might control the wings, so he curiously pressed it. The wings of the golden thief spread open, and at the same time, its body opened with a ‘click.’
It was a hollowed-out golden thief.
He glanced at Fu Wenshan and reached inside, pulling out a pair of emerald earrings. They were vintage-style crosses, resembling two green candy beans rolling around in his hand.
“I got these from my sister, she designed them herself. Originally intended for the studio, but I saw them and took them,” Fu Wenshan took the earrings from Xie Wanxing and personally put them on him, “They look better on your ears.”
Xie Wanxing was speechless, “You stole things from your sister and you’re still trying to justify it?”
Fu Wenshan shrugged, “You think my sister is soft-hearted? Just because of these earrings, she extorted a complete emerald from me.”
As they chatted, they finished half the cake, but the rest was too rich to eat, so they had to put it in the fridge.
That night, even though they had brushed their teeth, Xie Wanxing could still taste a bit of sweet chocolate amidst Fu Wenshan’s minty breath.
They embraced and kissed in bed, Fu Wenshan kissed his earlobe, kissing the exquisite emerald gem, which was originally cold, but gradually warmed between his lips.
The temperature on Xie Wanxing’s face also continued to rise, with no lights on in the room, their hearing seemed to become more sensitive, every sound was infinitely amplified.
He clearly heard his own rapid breathing and the strong heartbeat.
Beating against his chest.
…..
The next day, Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan slept until noon, both skipping work for the day, with plenty of leisure time to waste.
After lunch, the two put on masks and went to see the movie exhibition that Xie Wanxing had been wanting to see.
There weren’t many people in the exhibition hall. They held hands and mingled inside, like an ordinary and common couple.
After watching the movie exhibition, at the intersection, Xie Wanxing saw a stall selling taro cakes and wanted to eat. Fu Wenshan got off the car to line up for him.
Among a group of elderly people, Fu Wenshan, wearing a fitted trench coat and tall stature, stood out.
The old lady next to him had poor eyesight and thought he must be a young father, so she struck up a conversation with him, “Are you here to buy snacks for your child too?”
Fu Wenshan thought for a moment and smiled behind his mask, “Yes.”
“Oh, kids love snacks. My granddaughter at home is the same. Luckily, taro cakes are also considered healthy.” The old lady started chatting, “She cries if she doesn’t get to eat them.”
Fu Wenshan let her chatter go in one ear and out the other, but when he raised his head, he saw Xie Wanxing eagerly waiting for him by the window.
Despite having such a cold, beautiful face, he was cuter than a child.
Fu Wenshan got back in the car with the taro cakes, Xie Wanxing took them, and eagerly started eating, squinting his eyes as he did.
Autumn is the season for sweets.
He had two, then reached out to feed one to Fu Wenshan, while taking a bite for himself.
Fu Wenshan didn’t eat it, instead, he stopped the car in a secluded alley with no one around.
Then he turned to the side, took the remaining half of the taro cake from Xie Wanxing’s mouth, and ate it.
He didn’t kiss Xie Wanxing.
Their lips just lightly brushed.
As if he really was only interested in the food.
After finishing the half piece of taro cake, he commented, “It’s alright. If you like it, I’ll make it for you next time.”
Holding the bag of taro cakes, Xie Wanxing felt like he was about to be charmed to death by Fu Wenshan.
His face had a thin layer of blush, and he casually responded with an “Mm-hmm.” Fu Wenshan then asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner.
As they chatted and drove home, when they entered Cuhe Bay, a gust of wind blew, and the entrance had turned into a golden shower of plane tree leaves. The ground was covered in tender gold, like a scene from a movie.
…
For several days in a row, Fu Wenshan didn’t have any business trips. His new album was almost ready for preparation, and he was just finishing up.
Xie Wanxing, apart from a magazine photoshoot and a few commercials, was mostly busy with theater rehearsals, and the work didn’t finish late.
So after 8 p.m. every day, the two either stayed at Xie Wanxing’s place or Fu Wenshan’s, living a life akin to newlyweds.
Xie Wanxing’s stomach was filled by Fu Wenshan, and his body was also filled by Fu Wenshan, making him feel quite proud. His complexion was rosy and his spirits high, like an elf fully energized, even more alluring than usual.
And after a while, his agent Lian Dan noticed something fishy.
No matter how she looked at it, Xie Wanxing seemed to be in love, especially when he was smiling foolishly while holding his phone.
And when she tentatively asked if he was in love, Xie Wanxing thought for a moment and didn’t deny it.
He was a bit embarrassed but couldn’t help but smile, “I do have someone I’m dating, but we’ve only been together for a short while.”
Lian Dan was surprised.
Xie Wanxing was different from other artists. This young master had never suffered any grievances since entering the industry, and his contract with the company was different from others’. Lian Dan wasn’t worried about him being in a relationship; she was just worried that his partner might not be trustworthy.
She then asked, “Is it someone from our company, or someone outside the industry? Since you’re not following the idol route, we won’t interfere if it’s real love. When can you introduce us to him?”
So she could assess whether he was a reliable partner for Xie Wanxing.
After thinking about it, Xie Wanxing still hedged, “Not from our company. My partner is from the industry, though. Very nice, gentle, cooks well, and treats me well. Very good-looking too.”
Xie Wanxing couldn’t help but gush a bit when talking about his boyfriend. After holding back, he swallowed the rest of the eight hundred words of rainbow flattery.
Lian Dan couldn’t have imagined that Xie Wanxing’s partner, who was “gentle and good at cooking”, was the next-door neighbor who smoked, drank, and had tattoos, the notorious Fu Wenshan.
In her mind, she pictured a petite girl with a pink apron, embodying the image of domestic bliss.
Cute.
She also relaxed a bit, “Be mindful of your actions, don’t get caught by the paparazzi. If you want to go public, you must tell me. If you’re willing, it’s best to let me meet her.”
Xie Wanxing did have a bit of a desire to go public, mainly to show off that he had such a good boyfriend. But announcing it now would be too soon.
“I understand,” he obediently agreed, but politely declined the idea of meeting, “But we’ve only confirmed our relationship not long ago, let’s wait a while before we meet.”
Even Lian Dan couldn’t do anything with him. Children grow up, and they all go through a rebellious phase.
She glanced at the emerald earrings on Xie Wanxing’s ears and teased, “Did your girlfriend also give you the earrings? I noticed you keep touching your ears these days, afraid of them falling off.”
But these earrings were indeed beautiful, and it was obvious they were valuable. Lian Dan thought to herself, this girl has good taste, maybe she’s a perfect match for Xie Wanxing, a wealthy and beautiful woman.
Xie Wanxing scratched his head, smiled, and tacitly agreed.
Lian Dan didn’t delve further and brought up another topic, “There’s one more thing I need to tell you. You need to change your hairstyle. You can’t always look like you’re in a period drama. Recently, I’ve been in contact with director Lushan. His next movie is set in the Republican era, and I want to help you get the lead role, with a short hair style.”
Xie Wanxing touched his long hair and hesitated. He was a bit reluctant. He originally grew his hair for a role, but after the film, he felt that this style looked good on him. He loved beauty and was reluctant to cut it.
If an ordinary guy kept his hair long, it might not match well, but with his waist-length hair, whether he wore a suit or a custom embroidered robe, it gave off a unique charm, attracting women and tempting men, and the effect was unexpectedly good.
During negotiations for a high-end luxury endorsement at the time, they directly asked him not to cut his hair.
After discussions with the team, they all thought he could maintain this long hairstyle for a while. After all, personal characteristics were also very important in the entertainment industry.
But Xie Wanxing was, after all, an actor, and an actor must have a thousand faces.
He touched his hair, feeling a bit sad. At this moment, he understood the conflicted mindset of many girls who kept their hair long.
He had grown attached to this long hair.
Moreover, cutting hair was easy, but growing it back was difficult. Who knew when it would grow back after a cut.
He looked pitifully at Lian Dan, but Lian Dan remained unmoved. “It must be cut. The hairstylist has already made an appointment for you. Remember to go tomorrow afternoon.”
Xie Wanxing reluctantly agreed.
That night when he returned home, he told Fu Wenshan about it. He had just finished a round with Fu Wenshan, with a thin layer of sweat on his body, and his hair slightly damp.
He leaned on Fu Wenshan’s chest, feeling depressed, and said, “You should cherish me while I still have long hair. You won’t see me with long hair tomorrow.”
Fu Wenshan thought it made sense, so he immediately turned him over and raised his legs.
Xie Wanxing: “… What are you doing?”
Fu Wenshan remained calm, “While you still have long hair, let’s do it a few more times.”
Xie Wanxing was shocked by this twisted logic—I didn’t ask you to cherish me in this aspect!
But he still spent the night going a few more rounds with Fu Wenshan.
The next day, when he was getting his hair cut, Xie Wanxing felt uncomfortable sitting still and was too embarrassed to say anything. It was his thoughtful assistant Wang Xiaoming who secretly put a cushion under him.
“Ge, it’s normal to feel sore after working out hard yesterday. I feel uncomfortable after working out too.” Wang Xiaoming said with a serious face.
Xie Wanxing thought for a moment and silently accepted this portrayal of someone who exercises excessively.