MOGHA Chapter 129

The production moved quickly. Two weeks later, the teaser for Xu Luoyang’s self-titled lead single “Dual Track” was released—just 25 seconds long. The company bought headlines and hired fake commenters to drive buzz, and it paid off—the hype was intense. One of the biggest highlights was Ye Shanshan playing a character with dissociative identity disorder, essentially acting against himself.

Zheng Dong was on the phone discussing a magazine interview, constantly name-dropping “our Luoyang” this and “our Luoyang” that. Meanwhile, Ye Shanshan and Xu Luoyang were sitting on the carpet, munching on fried potatoes—bought by Zheng Dong earlier from a roadside stall, five yuan for a big bowl.

After finishing the last piece in his bowl, Ye Shanshan gulped down a large mouthful of water and, once he recovered, turned to Xu Luoyang with great feeling: “I’ve gotta bring a bowl back for my brother! No—two bowls!”

“…”

Pretending not to hear such blatant public affection, Xu Luoyang focused seriously on finishing his own potatoes. But he couldn’t help feeling like he was always getting emotionally collateral-damaged, a faint and lonely sense of being pitifully single creeping in.

As he swallowed the last bite, he suddenly remembered Ye Shanshan once drunkenly saying that he had a twin brother named Chang’an. Poking at the leftover scallions in the bowl with a toothpick, Xu Luoyang sighed—Chang’an, Chang’an… If only you really existed. At least then he wouldn’t be the only one getting tortured by Ye Shanshan’s love life.

But who knows where he is now—maybe still on the way to reunite with his long-lost sibling?

Zheng Dong came back just in time to see both Ye Shanshan and Xu Luoyang each with an oily plastic bowl in front of them, deep in discussion about what to eat next. He immediately got a headache. “Spicy food causes breakouts. You’ll get acne, and retouching those photos later is a pain. What happened to your idol image?”

Ye Shanshan pinched his own cheek and looked up at Zheng Dong. “My idol image? I never dropped it,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “You wouldn’t understand the sorrow of someone who’s never had acne.”

“…”

Seeing Zheng Dong’s pained expression, Xu Luoyang struggled not to laugh. “Brother Zheng, I didn’t say a word!”

Zheng Dong had developed a high tolerance by now. He sat down on the carpet, took a sip of juice, and said, “Your magazine interview’s confirmed—scheduled three days from now.”

Then he turned to Ye Shanshan. “The company didn’t buy you trending topics, but somehow you’re trending even higher than Luoyang. I checked… Your fans are really…” He searched for the right words. “They’re working hard.”

Xu Luoyang took out his phone, curious. “What do you mean by working hard?” He opened the app and tapped on Ye Shanshan’s latest Weibo post—a repost of the MV teaser. The comments were overflowing.

“—Checking in with my Sparkle Spray! This MV has only one character! What does that mean?! It means our always-the-supporting-role Ye-ge is FINALLY playing the lead!! But why does it feel kinda heartbreakingly bittersweet?”

“—Logging in with my Fairy Water! Forced lead role or not, I’m still so hyped! My Shan has always been third male lead or less. Now when I go out, I can finally say my idol has also played a male lead!”

“—Checking in with Little Cabbage! We’ve made progress, we’re seeing qualitative breakthroughs! Let’s stay hopeful!”

“—Logging in with my Vampire Prince! I screamed alone in my dorm when I saw the teaser! My Shan finally has a schedule! Even if it’s short, his acting is explosive!! And yeah, it’s just one character in the MV, but that is the male lead! Let me comfort my shattered heart with that at least!”

Xu Luoyang read them out dramatically, voice full of emotion, laughing uncontrollably. “Your fans are hilarious. I even saw someone checking in with ‘Holy Light Pig-Raising Lad’—what kind of weird nickname is that?”

“They’re names given out of love!” Ye Shanshan stood up, holding his face mask in one hand and waving goodbye to both Zheng Dong and Xu Luoyang. “It’s five o’clock. Time to pick my brother up from work. Bye, Brother Zheng, bye, Little Brother Chang’an.”

After Ye Shanshan closed the door and left, Xu Luoyang was still confused. “Brother Zheng… Did the Holy Light Pig Boy just call me what?”

“Little Brother Chang’an,” Zheng Dong patted his shoulder. “Could be worse. Could’ve been ‘Ullr the Great.’”

“Ullr? What even is that?”

“A Norse winter god. I had to look it up in a mythology book.”

Xu Luoyang immediately felt much better.

—

When Ye Shanshan arrived at Gong Yue’s office, he hadn’t finished work yet. After reading for a bit, Ye Shanshan got restless.

Carrying a glass of plain water, he walked over to the side of the desk, watching Gong Yue seated at the computer. “Mr. Gong, are you thirsty?”

For whatever reason, Ye Shanshan had given himself a character to play—standing very straight, appearing somewhat cautious and reserved.

Gong Yue nodded, tone cool and aloof. “Yes, I’m thirsty.”

Ye Shanshan’s face lit up, then he realized he was being too obvious. He took a deep breath to calm himself and said, slightly unsure, his voice trembling a little, “Then… may I feed you the water?”

After that, he took a sip of the water himself, then set the glass on the desk. He bent one knee—placing it directly on Gong Yue’s thigh—and moved it slightly, deliberately rubbing against him. It was both teasing and hesitant, like he was provoking on purpose… and yet a little scared, too.

Maybe because Gong Yue hadn’t rejected him, Ye Shanshan got a little bolder. Following the script in his head, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Gong Yue’s. A few seconds passed, and when he felt Gong Yue part his lips, he gently transferred the sip of water he had in his mouth. His fingertip rested on Gong Yue’s Adam’s apple, which moved up and down as he swallowed—the motion struck Ye Shanshan as incredibly sexy.

Even after the water was gone, Gong Yue was still kissing him. Ye Shanshan let out a soft whimper, bracing his hands on Gong Yue’s shoulders, his voice muffled:
“My legs feel weak… Hold me.”

His eyes were tinged red, looking like he’d been bullied.

Gong Yue supported his waist and pulled away slightly. “Do you want it now?” he asked.

“Mr. Gong, you have a meeting.”
That’s what he said, but Ye Shanshan had no intention of getting off him. His waist, where Gong Yue’s hand rested, tingled slightly—it made him want to stay even more.

Gong Yue slipped a hand into Ye Shanshan’s pants and was met with a palmful of slick warmth. Squeezing his soft butt, he used his other hand to press the intercom.
“Qin Xuan, delay the meeting by ninety minutes.”
Once he got a response, he shut the laptop.

His hand didn’t stop its movement. Calmly, he asked,
“Where do you want to do it?”

The drama queen squirmed his hips. When Gong Yue’s fingers brushed over his entrance, he tensed instinctively, breath hitching. Through gritted teeth, he said,
“Mr. Gong, it’s my honor to be handled however you wish.”

There was a brief pause.

“Hold on tight,” Gong Yue ordered, then lifted him straight up and carried him toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In front of the west-facing glass stood a deep crimson single sofa. Ye Shanshan had personally moved it from his home, thinking it was perfect for watching sunsets.

Now, Gong Yue set him down on that very sofa. Ye Shanshan knelt on it, hands braced against the backrest, and nervously looked over his shoulder.
“Mr. Gong?”

His shirt was rumpled, buttons popped open, exposing one bare shoulder. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the red sofa. Combined with his watery eyes and slightly trembling lips, he looked like a frightened little sprite.

Gong Yue stroked his shoulder, fingertips tracing down his collarbone to his earlobe. He leaned in close and whispered,
“Watch the sunset properly.”

By the time the sun had fully set, Gong Yue finally left for his meeting.

Ye Shanshan, legs bare and clothes in disarray, lay sprawled on the sofa, staring at the ceiling for a long while before recovering.

Getting down barefoot, he walked over to the desk and sat in Gong Yue’s chair. Though his lower half ached and felt sore, it was still bearable. Maintaining his posture, he pulled out the tablet, opened the laptop, and began tapping away.

After fiddling around for a bit, Ye Shanshan finally found what he was looking for:
“The official fan group for the Xingchen Tower support club.”

Mumbling to himself, he began typing rapidly on the keyboard and snuck into the group chat.

“—Xianboy’s solo MV is freaking amazing!!”

“—Partnering with Luoyang again? If this keeps up, those delusional CP shippers will go wild!”

“—Still firmly shipping His Majesty x Xianboy. Two bottoms have no future!”

“—Luoyang and Shanshan together… I think Shanshan’s more of a top… maybe?”

“—XuYe or YeXu CP talk is eye-burning. Kick them out, please! That livestream moment where His Majesty showed up and Shanshan looked so shy and cutesy—my nose bled! They’re such a good match. But thinking Xianboy is taken now just makes me sad. He’s too good for anyone!”

Ye Shanshan had initially joined out of curiosity—to see what “XuYe CP” or “fence-sitting” meant and check out the buzz. He hadn’t planned to speak up.

But as soon as someone dissed Gong Yue, he exploded and started furiously typing:

“SparkleSparkle: As someone who knows the truth—saying bad things about His Majesty just means you don’t know him. He’s really, really, really good, and super, super kind to Ye Shanshan! When Ye Shanshan used to be scared of thunder and the dark and had nightmares, His Majesty stayed with him every single night even if he couldn’t rest well himself. Ye Shanshan loves xiaolongbao, so he found a chef who specializes in them. Even when Ye Shanshan turned off the water mid-shower or put toothpaste in his sandwich, His Majesty never got mad—he’s so gentle!”

He took a breath and kept going:

“SparkleSparkle: No matter what Ye Shanshan wants to do, His Majesty supports him unconditionally. When Ye Shanshan wanted to raise livestock, even though His Majesty has OCD, he still found a teacher and raised all kinds of chickens, ducks, geese, cows, sheep, and pigs. When Ye Shanshan got interested in piano, His Majesty personally invited Master Hess to tutor him. So many things happened later on, but he always believed in Ye Shanshan and tried his best to protect him. Sure, he makes Ye Shanshan do test papers and limits sweets, but really—he’s the person who loves Ye Shanshan the most in the whole world!”

Looking at the two long messages he’d posted, Ye Shanshan added a final line:

“SparkleSparkle: If this world didn’t have Gong Yue, there wouldn’t be a Ye Shanshan either.”

Feeling satisfied that he’d defended Gong Yue’s honor, he reached for his water to celebrate—but then noticed that ever since he posted, the chat had gone eerily silent.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, the group owner suddenly popped up:

“—Dear friend, is there anything else you can share? We all think His Majesty is amazing. We’re seriously considering jumping ship to stan him.”

Still clueless that something might be wrong, Ye Shanshan happily replied:

“SparkleSparkle: So that’s what ‘jumping ship’ means! You all have great taste—just like Ye Shanshan. Go stan him, really! He’s handsome, kind—perfect! As for spoilers, they’ve known about each other since they were kids. First met five years ago. Been together ever since.”

Then he added:

“SparkleSparkle: Their relationship is rock solid. They’re never breaking up. So please stop making up random CPs. They’re all just passing clouds.”

Feeling like he’d said enough, Ye Shanshan stopped typing and sipped his water, watching the screen to see everyone’s reaction.

But… nothing happened. Nearly three minutes passed in silence.

He scratched his head, couldn’t help it, and finally sent a single “?” to nudge them.

Thirty seconds later, the group owner reappeared:
“Lord Ye, please don’t stop. Keep going.”

Ye Shanshan’s gaze froze on those three words: “Lord Ye.”
His mouth fell open slightly, eyes wide in shock.

—Help!! Did I just out myself?!

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