Song Yu instinctively struggled, but Fu Yuqian pressed him down with one move. His strong arms were like an iron cage, trapping Song Yu and forcing him against his chest. Song Yu hurriedly pushed at him, the places where he was held seemed to burn like fire, leaving him restless. “Fu Yuqian, let me go! What do you think you’re doing!”
The dim yellow lights in the room added a layer of ambiguity, and with the sound of the dense rain outside, the atmosphere became even more enticing.
“Xiao Yu.” Fu Yuqian leaned close to his ear, his voice low and husky, “Do you know what kind of look you just gave me?”
“I—I didn’t look at you any way…” Song Yu tried hard to lean back, avoiding his breath. His earlobes were far too sensitive—when Fu Yuqian spoke so close just now, his whole body almost went soft.
Fu Yuqian fixed his gaze on him. His deep brown eyes, outlined with eyeliner, were even more dangerously captivating. His thin lips parted slightly as he spoke a few words in a low tone.
Song Yu’s face flushed red with a bang.
“You’re the one who’s—who’s…” Song Yu’s scalp tingled, his heart filled with shame and anger, but he couldn’t bring himself to say that last word.
This Fu Yuqian, what on earth is in his head all day long?
Song Yu’s thoughts were always simple, everything he felt showed right on his face. Fu Yuqian knew him like the back of his hand, easily reading his expression: “You. All I can think about is you. Holding you, kissing you, being inside you—not leaving you for even a moment.”
“Stop saying that!” Song Yu knew Fu Yuqian was shameless, but hearing such words still went far beyond what he could endure. His eyes turned red at the corners, peach blossom eyes misting over with water, breathtakingly beautiful. “This is harassment.”
At those words, Fu Yuqian arched a brow, his fingers moving slightly. “Is that so? Then why is it getting harder here?”
Song Yu: “…”
Fu Yuqian placed a restrained kiss on Song Yu’s forehead, coaxing softly, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t do anything—just want to make you feel good.”
Song Yu turned his face away, half resisting, half yielding… and gave in.
…
As it turned out, Fu Yuqian hadn’t lied. More than just “feeling good”—it was heavenly.
No wonder he was like a salted duck egg spirit, armed year-round, skilled and practiced—light and slow, pressing and teasing, both hands and mouth at work. In less than ten minutes Song Yu surrendered, lying on the bed entering his “sage mode,” covering his face with both hands, though the flushed tips of his ears betrayed his emotions.
He must have been influenced by Yiyi—there’s no way he finished that fast!
Fu Yuqian, afraid he couldn’t get over it, comforted him gently: “It’s because my skills are too good, not your fault.”
“Shut up.” Song Yu muttered angrily, pulled the blanket over himself, and burrowed in.
Fu Yuqian had originally wanted Song Yu to help him too, but who would’ve thought Song Yu’s confidence had been shattered, ignoring him completely. Helpless, Fu Yuqian could only go take a shower and remove his makeup, still pitching a tent.
When he came out, the little kitten was already gone. Typical scumbag cat—runs off right after getting what he wants.
But Fu Yuqian wasn’t surprised. They still had plenty of time together in the future. He had enough confidence and ability to make sure Song Yu would never be able to leave him.
Meanwhile, Song Yu sneaked back into his own room like a thief. He even locked the safety chain, afraid Fu Yuqian might barge in, then dove under the covers, his face still burning hot.
Blame this rainy day—it just made everyone’s self-control weaker.
Suddenly, Song Yu remembered something. They had originally been recording a video, but then things had spiraled out of control. Was the phone camera still on? Did it record all those shameful sounds and scenes?
Song Yu shivered, shot upright, and immediately wanted to rush to Fu Yuqian’s room to ask. But he thought better of it and chose to call instead.
“What’s wrong, missing me already?” Fu Yuqian’s voice carried a tender smile.
“Be serious.” Song Yu kept his tone cold, trying hard to act calm. “Weren’t we recording earlier? I think the camera wasn’t turned off. Delete that video. If it ever gets out, we’re doomed.”
After all, same-sex marriage still wasn’t allowed in the country. If Fu Yuqian’s phone broke or got stolen and someone saw that video, the two of them could kiss their careers goodbye.
Wearing a dark blue robe, Fu Yuqian stood by the window, looking out at the rain through the white curtains. He had planned to tease Song Yu, but hearing the fear in his voice, his heart softened. “Don’t worry. Nothing got recorded.” He had turned off the video before pulling Song Yu onto the bed.
Song Yu let out a breath of relief. Good—if it wasn’t recorded, then there was no danger of it ending up trending one day. But the fact that Fu Yuqian had been so straightforward, not even taking the chance to bargain for something, left him a little unaccustomed.
Thinking of that, Song Yu wanted to smack himself. Get it together, Song Xiaoyu—are you some kind of masochist?
“Then that’s fine. Goodbye.” Song Yu prepared to hang up.
Fu Yuqian agreed gently as always: “Alright. Don’t push yourself too hard with the script. Remember to rest.”
But Song Yu only felt more frustrated. That was it? He wasn’t even going to take the chance to ask what their relationship was now?
His mom had taught him since childhood—always keep yourself clean, don’t flirt around casually. But just now, they had already done such intimate things, and he hadn’t resisted at all. In fact, he’d even been satisfied. So in his mind, that should mean they were a couple now.
Yet Fu Yuqian didn’t mention it at all.
Song Yu lingered, unwilling to hang up first. Fu Yuqian kept waiting on the other end, sounding slightly puzzled: “Xiao Yu? Anything else?”
“No!” Song Yu hung up straight away, fuming inside.
He clenched his teeth—Fu Yuqian, you’re finished. In this lifetime, you’ll never win me over.
To distract himself, Song Yu picked up his script. Soon, he really got into it. When he read how the male and female leads went through countless hardships but finally ended up together, his eyes even stung with emotion. Look at them—how romantic their love was. Unlike Fu Yuqian, who was just a blockhead.
After finishing the script and about to take a short break, he suddenly received a call from Yingqi.
“Song Yu, hahaha, did you see Douyin?”
“No, what about it?” Song Yu was confused.
“Fu Yuqian actually posted a video! Tsk tsk, that dance was sexy—but also hilarious. You’ve got to see it!” Yingqi was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
Song Yu hurriedly opened his tablet and found Fu Yuqian’s account. Sure enough, ten minutes ago he had posted a short Douyin clip. The video was very short, only ten seconds, with the caption: A bet’s a bet.
Even though it had only been ten minutes, views had already broken ten million, with comments in the tens of thousands.
【Holy crap, what did I just see! Husband, you’re killing me. I can’t take it anymore】
【My husband dancing girl group moves—so seductive! Ahhh it’s too good, phantom limbs activated】
【A bet’s a bet? Since when does gege ever lose bets? Girl group dance, I’m dead 15551】
【I want to top my husband, but I also want him to top me…】
【Am I the only one wondering what the bet was? Feels like that’s the key point!】
Song Yu replayed it several times, all of them leaving him flustered—Fu Yuqian was poison. Just watching the video made him think of what had happened afterward. He quickly shut it off.
Yingqi, however, had already saved the video and planned to use it to tease Fu Yuqian later. But Fu Yuting reached over, grabbed his phone, and deleted it. Yingqi panicked: “Hey, what are you doing?” He tried to snatch it back.
But Fu Yuting tossed the phone onto the sofa, then scooped Yingqi up in his arms and carried him toward the bedroom. His voice was cold yet domineering: “You’re not allowed to look at Lao San.”
“You can’t be serious—you’re even jealous of Fu Yuqian?” Yingqi realized where they were heading and quickly struggled. “It’s broad daylight, what are you doing? I’m not going to the bedroom—I’m not sleepy!”
“You’ll be sleepy soon.” Fu Yuting laid him on the bed, immediately pressing him down. Yingqi couldn’t resist at all, and was “dealt with” several times. Exhausted and sulky, he hugged the blanket, feeling cheated—he’d clearly won the bet, so how did it end like this?
But since both of them were resting, he did feel comfortable. Turning over, Yingqi snuggled into Fu Yuting’s arms and drifted off to sleep.
**
Song Yu had his lunch delivered to his room. By then, the rain had almost stopped. In the work WeChat group, Guo Mao announced that filming would officially begin at 1 p.m.
After the table read the night before, Song Yu had gained some confidence. If he rehearsed his lines with Fu Yuqian, maybe he could even pass in one take.
Holding that beautiful hope, when Song Yu saw Fu Yuqian he didn’t glare coldly — he greeted him politely and then went to the makeup room to get ready.
Period costumes were always more trouble and required a headpiece, but Song Yu’s skin was so good the makeup artist didn’t know where to start. In the end they only put on a layer of sunscreen, tidied his brows, and applied a light lip balm — and he was done.
“Teacher Song, your skin is incredible. How do you take care of it?” the makeup artist gushed; there really wasn’t a single flaw.
Song Yu laughed it off. “I don’t know, maybe all the sleep I caught up on these past few days. I think my skin’s always been pretty good.”
When he changed and stepped out to stand beside Fu Yuqian in his imperial robe, anyone would have been struck — the two of them together gave off a strong CP energy.
Song Yu’s look was very faithful to the era: elegant brows and eyes, refined features, graceful bearing — fully worthy of the title “Capital’s First Young Master.”
Fu Yuqian’s gaze was a little heated; he stole a few more looks at Song Yu, already thinking that period costumes suited him and that he should get some made for himself when he got home.
He was well and truly on the money-burning, costume-collecting path.
The first scene they shot was after Fu Qingyu returns to his body and, worried about Leng Yunlin’s condition, hurried into the palace to visit. He even tells his father that this is a chance to scheme and force the tyrant to cancel the marriage. Fu Qingyu is frantic, fearing the tyrant will revert to his old self and wipe out everything he’d worked for. To persuade his father, Fu Qingyu directly declares that he admires Leng Yunlin and is willing to marry him.
Seizing a moment when his father is stunned, he rushes into the palace, only to see Leng Yunlin about to kill the imperial physician. He immediately intervenes, trying to comfort Leng Yunlin — but Leng Yunlin is angered by him.
Song Yu had his lines down cold; Fu Yuqian had corrected him line by line, so he never broke character. His emotional control was spot on. Watching from behind the monitor, Guo Mao even thought they wouldn’t need ADR later — Song Yu’s original voice could be used.
After a perfect take, the scene shifted to the palace. Fu Yuqian was fully in character, holding the physician by the collar and threatening that if he couldn’t save his cat, the physician would die with it.
Looking at Fu Yuqian, Song Yu instantly slipped into the role, recalling the time they’d spent together, his kindness, his magnanimity, his vengeance — thinking that after all, he was still only a young man — and he ran over, grabbed Fu Yuqian’s wrist and said softly, “Your Majesty, it’ll be fine. It will wake up.”
“Will it wake up?” Leng Yunlin looked at Fu Qingyu and suddenly felt something familiar, instinctively relaxing. He spun and shoved the physician, “Bring it back to life!”
The physician, shaken, scrambled into the inner hall.
Fu Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief — until the next moment when Leng Yunlin frowned and coldly demanded, “Who are you, and how dare you trespass the Forbidden Palace? Guards—”
Fu Qingyu never expected that his well-meant comfort would be met with this man not recognizing him. The man didn’t deserve his sympathy! His face flushed bright red; enraged and trembling, as the palace guards rushed in to detain him he cried out in desperation, “I am Fu Qingyu — the empress you decreed to marry!”
Only then did Leng Yunlin belatedly realize: “…You’re the empress Ah Miao picked for me.”
Fu Qingyu ground his teeth in fury, eyes blazing, as if he could swallow Leng Yunlin whole.
“Cut!” Guo Mao called, pleased with the scene. “Great job. Yuqian, Song Yu — reset and do another take on the same track.”
Still immersed in his role, Song Yu delivered an even better second take: full emotion, excellent performance. The crew praised him — Song Yu’s acting was impressive.
“Teacher Song, your acting is amazing.” Fu Yuqian stepped out of character briefly and, seeing Song Yu still glaring at him, teased a little to break the mood. But Song Yu snorted coldly and walked off with pride, like a cat too high-and-mighty to bother its servant.
Fu Yuqian knew what Song Yu was thinking and smiled inwardly — wait a little longer; he’d give him an answer tonight.
The afternoon’s shoot went extremely smoothly. Guo Mao even thought Song Yu and Yiyi were remarkably similar — that look was the same; there’d be no dissonance between actor and role. He remembered the time Song Yu had trended for holding Fu Yuqian’s cat and wondered: could they already be living together? That would explain Song Yu’s familiarity with the cat.
Was it devotion to the craft, or true love? Guo Mao smiled and kept his thoughts to himself.
Because they wrapped early, Guo Mao also had a few publicity stills taken to be retouched and posted on Weibo. Song Yu and Fu Yuqian photographed perfectly — when they looked at one another, sparks of ambiguity seemed to appear out of thin air.
There was no night scene scheduled, so Song Yu finished work and headed back. But Fu Yuqian insisted on squeezing into Song Yu’s company car.
“Why are you getting in? Don’t you have your own car?” Song Yu hurriedly tried to push him out.
Fu Yuqian grandly answered, “Saving company funds.”
A few assistants snickered at the front.
Song Yu was still annoyed — they’d been intimate that morning and yet there was no follow-up, which left him irritated.
When they arrived at the hotel, Song Yu got out and started toward his door. Fu Yuqian followed; the instant Song Yu reached the doorway, Fu Yuqian looped an arm around his waist and pulled him into his embrace, swiping the room card with his left hand and pushing the door open.
Taken by surprise, Song Yu was led into Fu Yuqian’s room. Just as he tried to struggle away, Fu Yuqian switched on the lights. “Xiao Yu, look.”
Song Yu turned and saw an ocean of flowers. Among the red roses, colorful roses formed the words: Song Yu, my love.
“What’s this, all flashy and over the top,” Song Yu complained, but the corner of his mouth couldn’t help curving up.
Fu Yuqian dropped to one knee and produced a small black velvet ring box from his chest. He opened it. “Xiao Yu, I know I’ve done wrong before, and I’m really sorry. If I could turn back time I would never have deceived you. But I truly can’t live without you. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, raise His Majesty and Yiyi together, wake up holding you every morning, be your happiest lover and partner for life. Of course, this isn’t a formal marriage proposal — I just want to define our relationship. Technically I should have done this this morning, but you were so tempting I couldn’t resist — I’m sorry, so I’m making up for it with this courtship ritual. Xiao Yu, will you accept?”
His expression was reverent and solemn, his gaze full of affection. Song Yu’s hand trembled slightly with nervousness — the whole day had felt like a roller coaster.
So Fu Yuqian had been thinking the same as him, and had brought so many beautiful roses. Song Yu pressed his lips together and nodded: “I accept.”
Fu Yuqian took out a platinum ring and slipped it onto Song Yu’s finger, then held his hand and gave it a light kiss. “I love you.”
Song Yu raised his hand to look closely at the ring. Two little fish were engraved on it — pretty and delicate. A simple single band, exactly the style Song Yu liked.
“Where’s your ring?” Song Yu asked, puzzled.
Fu Yuqian pulled him into an embrace. “The matching rings will come with the formal proposal. Xiao Yu, do you want to marry me?”
Song Yu snorted. “In your dreams.”
“Xiao Yu, may I kiss you?” Before the question finished, Fu Yuqian pinched Song Yu’s chin and kissed the lips he’d been longing for.
“Ugh…” Damn it — wasn’t that a question? Why did he always break the rules!
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