On Sunday, the live broadcast channel for Gu Qichi and Bo Yu did not open.

To be precise, the figures of Bo Yu and Gu Qichi had vanished from I Will Accompany You To The End starting from 10:00 PM the previous night. The recording had been forcefully canceled by Bo Yu on the grounds that he was “feeling unwell and needed a hospital check-up.”

The program crew dared not speak out in anger; they could only behave themselves and solemnly announce this painful news to the audience. After all, this show was invested in by the Bo Group, and Bo Yu himself had participated in the later stages of planning. The crew needed to please the big boss, Bo Yu, and even more so, they needed to please their “Gold Mine Daddy,” Bo Yu.

Racking their brains, the crew successfully posted a very dignified-sounding official announcement after the livestream went grey.

@I Will Accompany You To The End Official:

Due to a technical malfunction with the equipment, we need to perform debugging and repairs. We regret to inform you that the livestream for @Gu Qichi and @Bo Yu will be suspended for two hours. We offer our deepest apologies to the two guests and our viewers. The broadcast will return to normal tomorrow morning. We look forward to seeing you again. [Flowers][Flowers]

The official Weibo account finished its piece neatly, but the netizens weren’t buying it. The comment section was instantly occupied.

[Please Don’t Close Your Eyes]: The equipment was fine in the afternoon, how did it break as soon as night hit? [Dog head] The crew needs to give an explanation [Dog head]. Exactly how did this equipment “break”? [Dog head]

[Crescent Moon]: [Raises hand] I know this one! It was sabotaged via behind-the-scenes manipulation by the evil capitalist Bo Yu.

[Did Yu-Chi doi Tonight]: Oh~ it seems my username is coming true tonight [Blows kiss].

[In Your Eyes]: How did it break? Isn’t it world-class equipment? I order you: go to Bo Yu’s house right now and fix it! [Going crazy]

[Only Fools]: Waaaaaaa I announce that Gu Qichi’s persona has collapsed! He says he loves small animals on the surface, but in reality, he’s neglecting me, this little “licking dog” (simp), and only has that bastard Bo Yu in his heart [Crying][Crying].

[Lost in the Moonlit Ocean]: I refuse to believe the cameras broke [Soybean Bye-bye]. There are 70 or 80 high-def cameras in one room, how could they all break at once?! Official Weibo, were you threatened by Bo Yu? Blink if you need help!!!

Around 10:00 PM was the peak time for internet traffic. The staff member behind the official account was also surfing the web; seeing these comments, they immediately replied with a: [Closing My Eyes and Letting it Rot JPG].

[Qichi Baby Come to Mommy’s Arms]: You really are online!!! Blink!!! What do you mean “Closing my eyes and letting it rot” [Going crazy]!

[Follow Me]: It is currently 11:15 PM. Instead of bickering with the official account, I actually want to know what Gu Qichi and Bo Yu are doing [Eating melon].

The comments halted there, and the muscles on Fang Zhizhi’s face twitched uncontrollably.

As Gu Qichi’s “toxic solo stan,” Fang Zhizhi utterly rejected this new “sister-in-law” Bo Yu. Before the show aired, she still dreamed of Gu Qichi returning to being single. After all, Qichi was beautiful and cool; even if he got a divorce, the line of pursuers would stretch for miles. There was no need to stay hung up on some “old man” from the rumors.

But on the first day of the livestream, after seeing that somewhat familiar side-profile, Fang Zhizhi was stunned. The sound of wind chimes on a rainy summer night echoed in her mind. That blurred profile on the screen gradually merged with her memories.

Fang Zhizhi was dumbfounded.

This was the exact same man who bought a giant bag of condoms at the convenience store that day…

Her darling boy, her Baby Qichi… ahhhhhhh, he’s going to be broken, isn’t he…

Feeling humiliated, Fang Zhizhi stepped into the “Yu-Chi” CP Super Topic, her heart filled with tears.

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While the internet was in an uproar, Gu Qichi was also being thrown into an uproar by Bo Yu.

The cameras were off, but Bo Yu still wasn’t at ease. He had specifically asked Bai Heng to send over a signal jammer before they returned, completely cutting off any possibility of prying eyes.

The steam in the bathroom was thick, a white mist swirling around, blending with the sound of splashing water. Gu Qichi could hear nothing else. His nerves were numb, like old, frayed wires that would spark at the slightest touch. His vision was blindingly white; waves of pleasure surged from his tailbone all the way up, making his scalp tingle.

Gu Qichi let out a whimper, his neck straining into a sharp line, before he bit down on Bo Yu’s shoulder in a vent of frustration.

“Too deep.”

His tone was drawn out, clinging to Bo Yu’s neck with no strength left, but the words he spoke next were an uninhibited challenge to a person’s bottom line.

The water was still loud. Droplets slid from the top of Bo Yu’s head, soaking his lashes. Gu Qichi’s voice pierced through the water, crashing clearly into Bo Yu’s ears. He was like a string pulled to its absolute limit—with a “snap,” he was completely broken by Gu Qichi.

Bo Yu satisfied his request.

The bathroom walls were cold, but Gu Qichi’s very blood was scalding. He stood on his tiptoes, his calves tensed to the limit, as he was slammed ruthlessly against the wall by Bo Yu.

Gu Qichi threw his head back, his eyes unfocused. He thought aimlessly: I am never filming a couple’s magazine again.

Bo Yu wasn’t suited for it, and he was even less suited for it.

He liked seeing Bo Yu lose control, but only if that loss of control happened at the right time and place. But today, not just Bo Yu, but he himself had lost control. He had actually agreed to Bo Yu’s ridiculous suggestion and skipped work for a reason that sounded utterly absurd.

As Bo Yu lunged deep again, Gu Qichi grabbed his hair, letting out an involuntary, muffled groan.

He thought: At least “Fashion Pasha” is going on his blacklist for a while.

The lights overhead blurred into ripples of halos. On the wall, there was a blooming white Eustoma (Lisianthus). The flower had bloomed to the point of decadence, its petals thick, squeezing out a sweet, fragrant nectar.

A shadow of a sword was reflected on the wall. The sword’s shadow was piercing and bright, glinting with a sharp light. In a daze, Gu Qichi suddenly saw the sword cruelly pierce through that blooming Eustoma from bottom to top, nearly impaling it.

The Eustoma swayed precariously in the air, its petals fluttering, drenched by the pouring water, looking quite pitiful. Yet the sword had no intention of stopping. Tireless like a true warrior, it galloped across its chosen battlefield, radiating heat and force. It treated its “enemy” with a heavy, rapid urgency, the strength behind it terrifying.

It never paused, never gave up. One could only see the tip of the sword; as for the blade itself, it moved so fast it was merely a blur.

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The consequences of being troubled by Bo Yu all night were obvious. The 8:00 AM alarm the next morning rang for ages, but neither person on the bed noticed.

Actually, Bo Yu noticed, but he got up, threw the buzzing phone aside, and got back into bed, contentedly pulling Gu Qichi back into his arms to keep sleeping. Gu Qichi smelled of him from head to toe. Bo Yu buried his face in the crook of Qichi’s neck; after smelling that scent, a satisfied curve appeared on his lips.

They slept until past 1:00 PM, nearly missing lunchtime. “A-Ci” the cat had finished all its food and was restlessly rummaging through the house looking for more.

The livestream continued to tick away, but the two people in the frame remained motionless.

[Bullet Comments]:

“Help, why do I feel like I’ve seen this before…”

“You’re not wrong, this was the scene in the first episode. We all crowded around to watch them sleep back then too…”

“No, there’s a difference. At least back then, they were already up and eating by this time…”

“There weren’t this many people back then either! [Husky] Can you believe it? Only 300k people watched the stream that day, today it’s 6 million [Husky].”

“Is Gu Qichi’s follower growth really that crazy?”

“This variety show is becoming a national hit. The whole country is watching [Soybean Bye-bye]. Gu Qichi, can you have a bit of professional ambition and give us some content?!!”

“I used to call Bo Yu the ‘love-brain’ and the ‘infatuated tyrant,’ but now I feel like Gu Qichi is the bigger infatuated tyrant [Crying][Crying].”

“So, when are they going to wake up?”

“That depends on what time they went until last night [Pushing glasses].”

“I bet they went all night [Husky].”

When Gu Qichi finally woke up, his eyes were dry, his limbs were weak, and the inside of his thighs was a mess of soreness. The moment he opened his eyes, he happened to meet the gaze of the camera dutifully recording from above. Gu Qichi squinted before trying to sit up.

Before he could even climb out of bed, just a slight movement sent a wave of soreness through his back. The unspeakable pain in his lower abdomen and chest also spread quickly, making him knit his brows.

Memories of last night’s chaos surfaced. After he said those words, Bo Yu had completely lost control. He had nearly pinned him to the wall for good. Gu Qichi exhaled, unsure whether to curse himself for being possessed or for being blinded by lust.

As he moved, Bo Yu was also stirred awake. The man frowned, his eyes still closed, attempting to pull Qichi back into his arms to keep holding him.

Actually, they hadn’t messed around for too long last night. Gu Qichi had retained some logic, keeping today’s recording in mind. Although Bo Yu was unsatisfied, he had managed to restrain himself. It was after Gu Qichi fell asleep that Bo Yu went to confirm with someone that they would be arriving in City X. Gu Qichi’s birthday was approaching, and the gift he prepared could not have a single flaw.

After confirming everything layer by layer, it had gotten very late. Bo Yu himself didn’t sleep until near dawn, so he naturally woke up late. As for Gu Qichi, he had been thoroughly worn out; he was just being lazy and clinging to sleep.

Once Bo Yu fully woke up, his mind sharpened. Taking advantage of the fact that no staff had entered yet and they weren’t wearing mics, he lowered his voice so it wouldn’t be picked up as he pulled Gu Qichi by the waist into his arms.

His palm pressed against Qichi’s thin abdomen, rubbing up and down. Bo Yu leaned into Gu Qichi’s ear and whispered, “Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?”

Gu Qichi shook his head, a faint, non-obvious blush creeping onto his face. Bo Yu continued, “If it feels bad, remember to tell me. Don’t hold it in.”

Gu Qichi nodded, buried in his arms. Last night the stimulation had been too much, and the posture was special, so he had taken in too much. It went deep, making it hard to clean up afterward. Fortunately, there weren’t many marks on his body, only a few remaining in less obvious places. Gu Qichi felt relieved.

By the time the two had washed up, netizens using the “Leeuwenhoek microscope” (searching for tiny details) couldn’t find a single mark on them, feeling instantly disappointed.

“Is there really nothing? There seems to be nothing… Is Bo Yu ‘incapable’?”

“I don’t believe it. There must be marks, they’re just hidden. I’m going to keep looking!”

“If they didn’t do it, how could they sleep until the afternoon…”

While waiting for Bo Yu to cook, Gu Qichi felt bored and opened his phone to enter the livestream. The netizens’ strange coded language naturally caught his eye.

Gu Qichi glanced at Bo Yu, then at A-Ci meowing in his arms. He coughed once, his face perfectly calm, and explained with total composure: “There was a small accident yesterday that made us miss the recording. As for anything else, there was nothing. Don’t guess wildly.”

He intended to clarify, believing the fans would surely believe him since there was no physical evidence. To his surprise, the bullet comments collectively swiped across the screen with: “I DON’T BELIEVE IT.”

The text was lined up perfectly, quite dazzling. There were even a few that didn’t follow the formation:

“Baby Qichi, stop lying. Tell me exactly what kind of ‘accident’ it was.”

“You didn’t do it? I don’t believe it. Unless you show me the surveillance footage from last night [Husky].”

The tips of Gu Qichi’s ears quietly turned red.

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They didn’t do much in the afternoon. Bo Yu drove Gu Qichi to a mountain in the suburbs. The filming crew followed them in their cars.

After reaching the mountain, the way up consisted of thousands of winding stone steps. It was quite exhausting, especially since Gu Qichi had been worn out all night. Bo Yu had noticed from the start that he was uncomfortable and drowsy.

He directly picked him up to carry him on his back. Gu Qichi was a bit stunned and wanted to tell Bo Yu to put him down, but he really was exhausted; his limbs felt like they had been dismantled by Bo Yu. Letting him carry him for a while was no big deal.

Fortunately, there wasn’t just the stone staircase; there was also a flat, straight path often used by pedestrians. Walking up that way was much more convenient. Bo Yu carried him up the stone steps for ten minutes before switching to the easier path.

Gu Qichi couldn’t help but look at the winding stone steps. Logically, no one wanted to walk those kinds of roads nowadays; they were usually abandoned. First, because it was too tiring, and second, because it took too much effort for the mountain staff to clear the fallen leaves and debris year-round.

Yet these stone steps were different. The path was swept clean, with no obvious dirt. The surface was perfectly maintained with no broken stones or potholes—at a glance, it looked newly renovated.

What surprised Gu Qichi more was that many people were walking these stone steps today. People of all ages were there, their expressions pious, their gazes firm. They took a step and bowed, advancing slowly. These people formed a thin stream, some fast, some slow, all headed for the temple at the mountain top.

Nesting on Bo Yu’s back, Gu Qichi asked, “Why are so many people walking this path?”

If it were him, he would definitely take the easier path.

Bo Yu looked up at the passing crowd and smiled. “This temple is said to be very effective.”

“Legend says the path up the mountain was built by the first abbot himself. Every stone was hand-picked by him. He worked on this road his whole life, and it was still far from finished when he passed away. The temple was built halfway up the mountain, but his successors continued the road to fulfill his dream. Once the stone path was finished, the Wishing Shrine at the summit was built.”

“Too much heart and soul was poured into this place. Wave after wave of people came, the temple grew, the steps became more refined, and the teachings spread far and wide. The Wishing Shrine at the top became famous then too.”

“They say if you have an unerasable obsession in your heart, or someone you can never see again—someone you can’t have but can’t let go of—you can come here and try.”

“There are 6,868 steps on Mount Yuling. If you bow at every step without stopping, you can make a wish at the shrine at the top. The deity enshrined there will surely grant your wish.”

Bo Yu smiled here, his tone carrying a hint of faint disdain. “I heard this from the butler at the estate when I was a child. He told me he saw someone succeed once—that person’s obsessed-over lover actually appeared at the clinic right after they came down the mountain.”

“But there aren’t that many miracles in this world. It’s just human fantasy.”

Gu Qichi’s stray hairs brushed against his neck as he stared at the stone steps, deep in thought.

Long after, as they were about to reach the temple halfway up, Gu Qichi became drowsy and started to slide down. Seeing this, Bo Yu supported his bottom with both hands and hoisted him up, afraid he would fall.

It was nearly 5:00 PM, and the sky was darkening quickly. The sun sank behind the peaks, plating the scattered forest leaves in a layer of gold.

Gu Qichi asked Bo Yu to put him down. As he landed, he suddenly asked a random question: “Bo Yu, if it were you, would you come here to make a wish?”

Bo Yu was helping him tidy his clothes and smiled at the words. “The person I want to see is right before my eyes, and the obsession I must fulfill is right by my side. Of course I wouldn’t.”

“Besides, I am a staunch materialist.”