For a split second, Gu Qichi really didn’t want to admit that this obsessive stalker-like person was his lover.

How should he put it… Gu Qichi continued to scroll down, reading word by word the past remarks posted by “YUCHI” that netizens had dug up.

It was a bit… obsessive.

That was Gu Qichi’s evaluation.

He had heard of the name YUCHI before. The other party hadn’t joined the fan club’s management team and rarely replied to private messages.

When Wen Xi had contacted YUCHI to ask about the 500,000 magazines, she had to wait a very long time for a reply.

Initially, Gu Qichi had been afraid that this girl had accidentally typed the wrong quantity when placing the order. Worried that such a massive magazine purchase would cause her immense financial loss, he had planned to help her cover part of the cost.

But the reply Wen Xi later received from YUCHI was exceptionally bold and generous.

YUCHI had said it was only 500,000 magazines, and “she” could still easily afford it. She told Gu Qichi not to worry too much and incidentally reminded him to take good care of his health and not overwork himself.

Gu Qichi had been flattered and even sent her three autographed copies of the magazine.

Thinking back carefully, YUCHI’s tone when speaking to Wen Xi did indeed sound quite a lot like Bo Yu.

After all, when it came to spending money, Bo Yu never considered the consequences or the amount; he just threw money at things without the slightest hesitation.

But there was one thing Gu Qichi found puzzling: the address YUCHI had filled out back then wasn’t the Bo family villa, nor was it the Bo Group headquarters. It was a standalone villa in a wealthy neighborhood in the western suburbs of the East City. That was why Gu Qichi hadn’t connected the person to Bo Yu at the time.

So, were those 500,000 magazines secretly transported by Bo Yu to the villa in the western suburbs?

A casual smile hooked the corners of Gu Qichi’s lips. He twirled the phone in his hand twice, then walked out of the room carrying both Bo Yu’s phone and his own.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw Ji Zhaozhao squatting on the ground, making snowballs. The little girl had built a small snowman about the size of Gu Qichi’s fist. She had asked the butler for two soybeans for the eyes and a goji berry for the mouth.

Seeing Gu Qichi, the little radish-head stuck the final two small twigs into the snowman as arms, then laughed happily. She pointed at her little snowman, then pointed at Gu Qichi: “Chi-chi! Look! This is the little Chi-chi snowman I made!”

Gu Qichi crouched down, his gaze fixed on the little snowman for two seconds, fragmented amusement rippling in his eyes.

He patted Ji Zhaozhao’s head, his tone gentle: “Zhaozhao is so amazing. This little snowman is really pretty.”

But after coming out and looking around, he hadn’t seen any sign of Bo Yu. Who knows where Ruan Xian had dispatched the man this time. Gu Qichi had no choice but to ask the little radish-head, “Zhaozhao, did you see where Uncle went?”

The little radish-head tilted her face up, cocked her head, and put on a thinking expression. After quite a while, she answered, “Uncle went to wash his hands.”

Gu Qichi nodded in understanding. Just as he was about to get up and look for Bo Yu, he saw the man’s figure slowly appear in the corridor not far away.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.

Looking all proper and dignified, who would have thought that in private, he has the heart of a young maiden who loves shipping his own CP.

This was the evaluation netizens had given Bo Yu that Gu Qichi had just read in the live Super Topic.

Some people even said Bo Yu was the domineering CEO with the most maiden-like heart.

He normally loved playing ‘Miracle Nikki: Chi-chi Edition’, buying all sorts of fancy clothes and gemstones for Gu Qichi.

Even on the variety show, Bo Yu had personally dressed Gu Qichi, handling everything from his clothes and jewelry down to his socks.

He could be called a generational paragon of “male virtue.”

As Bo Yu approached, a faint shadow fell over Gu Qichi. He looked up to see Bo Yu touching his face, asking casually, “What are you thinking about, spacing out like that?”

Ji Zhaozhao was still happily squatting on the ground playing with mud.

Gu Qichi’s thoughts churned. He didn’t rush to hand the phone to Bo Yu. Harboring a desire to tease him, he slightly raised an eyebrow and pretended to casually bring up YUCHI.

Gu Qichi: “Did you know I have a very famous fan named YUCHI?”

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, quietly observing Bo Yu’s reaction.

Hearing the name YUCHI, Bo Yu remained very calm. The expression on his face didn’t change in the slightest; only the hand resting on Gu Qichi twitched subtly. He immediately looked away, adjusted his sleeve, and said flatly, “Never heard of her. I don’t really understand things in the entertainment circle.”

Don’t really understand things in the entertainment circle?

Gu Qichi raised a hand to cover the upward curl of his lips.

When you were checking in on the Super Topic, grinding data, camping out for magazines and promotional materials, muting and kicking people in the fan group chat, and constantly calling out ‘Author you’re amazing’ and ‘Author feed me,’ I didn’t see you ‘not understanding the entertainment circle.’

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Bo Yu couldn’t hold back and asked, “Why did you suddenly think to ask me about this?”

Gu Qichi composed his expression and casually came up with an excuse: “Sister Wen Xi told me that all aspects of my work went well this year, and I’ve gained a lot of new fans. I was thinking that it hasn’t been easy for them to accompany me this year, so the company is planning to make some official merchandise and gifts to give out as a way to give back to the fans.”

“I was planning to contact this YUCHI privately, thinking I’d save a set for her too.”

This wasn’t actually a lie; Gu Qichi really did have this intention. However, the official merchandise was still in the stages of selecting designs and factories; the fan list hadn’t even been finalized yet.

By the time this batch of merchandise was officially produced, it would be spring, well after the New Year.

However, YUCHI was indeed on the pending fan list very early on. After all, when it came to matters concerning Gu Qichi, this person was always charging at the front lines, so she was naturally included in the very first batch.

Bo Yu seemed to have his interest piqued by Gu Qichi’s words. The hand adjusting his clothes paused. His tone was curious, though not overly excited: “Fan merchandise made by your company?”

“That’s quite interesting.”

Gu Qichi smiled. “It is interesting. I actually quite like her.”

He deliberately placed heavy emphasis on the word “like,” his voice lilting upwards at the end. His tone was very light, carrying an unprovoked sense of ambiguity.

Sure enough, even though that account belonged to Bo Yu himself, seeing as Gu Qichi “didn’t know” who was behind the YUCHI alt, Bo Yu still got jealous.

Seeing that his expression wasn’t looking too good, Gu Qichi lifted his eyelids. A pale halo rippled across his amber pupils, the teasing intent in his eyes obvious.

“Do you want to know why I like ‘her’?” Gu Qichi dragged out his words, speaking slowly.

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and waved it around.

“The answer is right here.”

Looking at his own phone in Gu Qichi’s hand, Bo Yu’s heart gave a very subtle lurch. For the first time, a sense of panic arose within him.

Gu Qichi didn’t hand the phone to him. Instead, he reached out a single finger and lightly traced it over Bo Yu’s chest, scratching an itch the man couldn’t reach: “There’s a trending topic today that’s especially interesting. I have a feeling you’ll be interested in it too.”

“The name of the tag is—”

He deliberately stepped forward, avoiding Ji Zhaozhao, and pressed extremely close to Bo Yu: “#BoYu YUCHI Massive Identity Reveal Scene#. Guess what I found in there?”

Bo Yu’s nerves instantly pulled taut, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily from the tension.

Intuition told him this trending topic was probably nothing good, and might even be extremely disadvantageous to him.

The next second, Gu Qichi tilted his head, his lips brushing against Bo Yu’s earlobe. His scalding breath hit the shell of his ear in dense waves, an almost imperceptible flirtation:

“Hubby, I missed you so much.” His fingertips tapped lightly against the center of Bo Yu’s chest, able to feel the powerful vibrations from within the ribcage. “I want you to come f*ck me right now.”

This was something Gu Qichi had seen in YUCHI’s favorites folder. There were countless fanfictions saved there, and Gu Qichi had randomly picked the most recently favorited one—one that Bo Yu had even meticulously commented on.

The vocabulary used inside was truly a bit too bold. At the very least, when Gu Qichi read it, his face had flushed bright red.

But he also had to sigh and admit that the author’s writing was pretty good; at least it read very smoothly.

He originally hadn’t planned on using lines from a fanfiction to tease Bo Yu, but seeing Bo Yu’s reaction, he really couldn’t resist the urge.

Bo Yu was so tense.

The veins on his neck had bulged out, and even his earlobes were dyed red. His Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down, and the small red mole next to it was trembling along with its owner’s tension.

I really want to lick it.

Hmm, Bo Yu’s reaction would definitely be even more interesting.

But Ji Zhaozhao was standing right next to them. In order to care for the physical and mental health of a minor, reason ultimately triumphed over his curiosity.

Bo Yu lowered his head, the ends of his hair brushing against his own shirt collar. Beneath his rolled-up sleeves, the taut lines of his arm muscles were clear and smooth. He looked toward Gu Qichi, and the emotion in his eyes could truly not be described as ‘good’.

It was suppressed and silent, like a layer of dense, unyielding clouds piling up, looking like a storm was about to break.

Gu Qichi laughed, breathy sounds mixing with his exhales as they drifted into Bo Yu’s ear. His eyes curved slightly, his aegyo sal (under-eye bags) puffing up. His features were stunningly beautiful, exuding a unique kind of romantic charm.

He was used to doing whatever he pleased normally, and Bo Yu didn’t require him to restrain his temper. So in certain moments and in certain ways, Gu Qichi was like a bad kid who loved playing pranks specifically designed to mess with Bo Yu’s mind.

At this very moment, looking at Bo Yu in this state, that little bit of wicked interest in Gu Qichi’s heart was slowly provoked again, making him extremely eager to act.

After all, it was rare to see Bo Yu embarrassed; the occasions could be counted on one hand.

Meanwhile, he himself had thoroughly lost face on variety shows and livestreams.

So teasing him a little bit right now was fine, right?

Worst case scenario, he’d get disciplined a bit at night. Anyway, they were in the Bo family mansion with Ruan Xian and Bo Song around; Bo Yu couldn’t really do anything to him.

Thinking of this, Gu Qichi fearlessly continued to lean in. His lips pressed against the shell of Bo Yu’s ear as he used a breathy voice to softly stimulate him: “Bo Yu, I also saw a line in there that I especially liked—”

“It’s best if you f*ck me until I pass out.”

He spoke these words frivolously, looking light and breezy, but in reality, he was feeling a bit shy himself.

In a spot Bo Yu couldn’t see, Gu Qichi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. The crimson in front of his earlobes rapidly bled outwards, like overturned watercolor paint, dyeing his whole body flush red.

Having said this, Gu Qichi immediately retreated in guilt. Before he could even see Bo Yu’s reaction, he hastily shoved Bo Yu’s phone into the man’s chest, scooped up Ji Zhaozhao who was squatting on the ground, and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.

“Zhaozhao, hurry, let’s go, Grandma is calling us to play with her.”

Ji Zhaozhao was still dazed when she was suddenly grabbed by the back collar and lifted into the air. Ignorant and confused, she looked up at Gu Qichi holding her, feeling a bit puzzled.

“But Zhaozhao didn’t see Grandma…”

Bo Yu’s eyes were lowered, his long, thick eyelashes casting a shallow shadow under his eyes, hiding the emotions within.

The casing of the phone in his hand still seemed to retain Gu Qichi’s warmth and scent.

He half-closed his eyes, only reopening them against the light a moment later.

Bo Yu had been smart since childhood. He might not have a photographic memory, but his recall ability was far beyond that of ordinary people.

He naturally knew exactly where the words Gu Qichi had just used to tease him came from.

It was from the article he had added to his favorites just yesterday afternoon.

Although he had imagined the scenario of Gu Qichi saying these kinds of things many times, Bo Yu never expected it to be spoken in such a setting and under such circumstances.

He had a bit of a headache.

But right now, there was a much bigger headache he needed to deal with.

Bo Yu took a deep breath. When he looked towards Gu Qichi again, the other man was standing far away under the corridor, the cold wind blowing into the hem of his hoodie, puffing it into a rounded shape.

Gu Qichi waved at him, like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank: “Bo Yu, don’t be shy. With this kind of thing, just endure it for a bit, and a lifetime will pass by in a flash!”

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Author’s Note:
Chi-chi: Hubby…
Bo Yu: Since you like fanfiction so much, why don’t we try it out together next time. I have a lot of really good ones saved up here.
Chi-chi: ???