After being exposed to the cold wind for so long, there should be some effect.

Gu Qichi glanced at Bo Yu, his gaze inadvertently pausing somewhere before being withdrawn.

Bo Yu walked over, his voice pitched very low, his tone somewhat ambiguous: “How was the shoot?”

He immediately wrapped his arm around Gu Qichi’s waist, disregarding Luo Qianqian’s gaze, and naturally began kneading his lower back: “Are your waist and legs still sore?”

Gu Qichi glanced at him sideways. Due to the sunlight, condensation had formed on the outside of his milk tea cup, dampening his palm.

“The shoot went quite smoothly, didn’t you see it too?”

Gu Qichi mocked him, his tone light and voice slightly cool. But unlike Bo Yu’s thick skin, he turned his head to whisper the second sentence into Bo Yu’s ear, deliberately keeping his voice low so Luo Qianqian wouldn’t hear.

“So, are you satisfied with what you saw?”

His gaze seemed to drift casually over a certain dormant area on Bo Yu. If one didn’t look closely, they wouldn’t see the intimate, teasing smile in his eyes at all.

Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, darkness churning in his eyes. If Luo Qianqian hadn’t been present, he definitely would have leaned in to bite Gu Qichi’s lips, just to let him know the consequences of provoking him like this.

The hand on Gu Qichi’s lower back unconsciously increased its pressure, landing precisely on a sensitive spot. The man’s palm was scorching hot; even through the thin fabric, the heat felt branded onto his skin, stimulating half his body into numbness.

“Satisfied.”

Gu Qichi struggled out of his embrace, replying nonchalantly: “Even if you’re satisfied, there’s nothing more to be done. I have to rush back to the film crew tonight; work starts tomorrow.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile open and clear, yet carrying a bit of fox-like cunning arrogance.

Butcher Bo won’t be eating meat tonight.

Gu Qichi lazily opened the car door, lifting his chin towards Luo Qianqian, his jawline exquisite and sharp. “Luo Qianqian, get in the car.”

Luo Qianqian remained silent, watching the dark currents surging between the two. Trying hard to suppress her inner “shipper” instincts, she mentally reviewed the saddest events of her life to force down the corners of her mouth, then got into the car with feigned calm.

Bo Yu’s gaze was still glued tightly to him. Gu Qichi moved his sore legs, avoiding Bo Yu’s eyes, got into the car, and closed his eyes to rest.

But that gaze was simply too scorching to ignore.

Gu Qichi turned his head away. He deliberately hadn’t mentioned the second outfit for the shoot, and fortunately, Bo Yu had forgotten to ask him. For some reason, he felt a bit guilty. Taking advantage of the moment Bo Yu looked away, Gu Qichi lifted his eyes, casually swept his gaze over Bo Yu, and quickly withdrew it.

That skirt…

And the white lace…

It wasn’t hard to guess Bo Yu’s first reaction upon seeing the magazine’s inside spread. It would probably be fury.

His eyes would lower, unable to hide the gloom between his brows. His beautiful lips would likely be pressed tight, and then he would grit his teeth and call Gu Qichi’s name.

He might even try to have the magazine pulled from shelves, or perhaps buy them all up to hoard privately.

But this was a requirement of his job, hard to refuse. Bo Yu wasn’t unreasonable, but—

Gu Qichi thought indifferently that, given the other party’s possessiveness, which bordered on perverted, it was hard not to suspect Bo Yu would just grab him directly and, under the pretext of punishment, do something to him.

Thinking about it was actually kind of thrilling.

The tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth, and he bit the soft flesh of his cheek. Gu Qichi rubbed the pads of his thumb and index finger together repeatedly, idly imagining that scene.

Although the experience at that time probably wouldn’t be very pleasant.

Fortunately, there was still some time before the magazine launched, and his scenes for Lucky Sky Green weren’t finished yet. He still had plenty of time to squander.

Should he play with the time difference, use some small tricks, and make Bo Yu happen to miss this magazine issue?

Or should he deliberately leave some clues and see just how crazy he could get…

Gu Qichi pondered in his heart, unknowingly falling asleep directly.

In the end, he hadn’t decided which plan to implement.

…

Lin Shuangyi was always strict with his requirements. The reason Gu Qichi could spare these two days was because he had completed his scenes early, not delaying the crew’s progress.

Moreover, Lin Shuangyi somewhat regarded himself as the talent scout who discovered Gu Qichi. He was happy to see Gu Qichi gain popularity in other areas and even considered using resources to give him a push.

For Gu Qichi, squeezing out these two days hadn’t been easy, but he had done everything he needed to do. Every step was satisfying, and there was nothing to regret.

Besides, if they did it too much, his body wouldn’t be able to take it.

But this time was simply too short for Bo Yu. Before he could fully savor the delicious meal that was Gu Qichi, he was suddenly informed that what he possessed was actually a buffet voucher with strict time requirements and regulations.

Now that the time was up, he was naturally out of the game, unable to enjoy the feast any longer.

Bo Yu felt justifiably wronged.

Luo Qianqian sat in the front row, only catching vague glimpses of the couple’s movements in the rearview mirror.

After Gu Qichi fell asleep, his head tilted against the car window glass. Although the journey wasn’t bumpy, it was still uncomfortable. Seeing this, Bo Yu immediately pulled him back, carefully letting him lean on his shoulder.

The plane tickets had been booked by Wen Xi early on, only for Gu Qichi and Luo Qianqian. It was unknown what method Bo Yu used to actually get a ticket for the same flight in such a short time.

By the time they returned to Hengdian, it was already very late.

Night hung low, making it difficult to see the stars in the sky; only the vague outline of a waning moon was visible.

Gu Qichi and Luo Qianqian planned to return to the crew’s hotel. It was close, allowing for more sleep, and convenient for makeup the next morning.

But Bo Yu wasn’t very happy about it.

Luo Qianqian was sent away. She bought a bottle of lemonade. Fortunately, no one was passing by nearby, so she could sit unscrupulously on the steps in front of the shop, quietly waiting for Bo Yu and Gu Qichi to haggle.

Under the streetlamp, Bo Yu’s figure was stretched infinitely long. The dappled light and shadow hit his high nose bridge, and Gu Qichi realized his nose line was very delicate.

Bo Yu: “I want to sleep with you.”

His request wasn’t actually excessive. The man lowered his brows, his voice a bit hoarse.

But sleeping together made it easy for things to misfire. Tomorrow involved filming many action scenes and flying around on wires. Gu Qichi carefully considered his waist strength, unconsciously furrowing his brows. Just as he wanted to refuse, the man spoke again: “I promise not to do anything. Just hugging you to sleep is fine.”

“We haven’t seen each other for a long time, Chi-chi.”

“Today is the last day, but there’s still more than half a month until the crew wraps up. I can’t help it.”

The faint light outlined Bo Yu’s features. He was always good at using his advantages and had discovered how to step on Gu Qichi’s soft spot. Those cold-colored eyes became scorching bright under the dim light, looking somewhat pitiful.

Gu Qichi softened.

“Find a hotel close to the crew. The one from last night is too far; coming back tomorrow would be troublesome.”

He sighed, his gaze drifting, feeling a bit shy as it landed on Luo Qianqian.

Just one night to meet was indeed too short. He also wanted to be close to Bo Yu, wanted to stay with him a bit longer. Life on the set was a bit dull, and relying on video calls and phone calls to communicate for the next half month was truly torturous.

As long as we just sleep and don’t do anything else, it’ll be fine, Gu Qichi comforted himself inwardly.

Bo Yu leaned in to hold his hand, but Gu Qichi glanced at him and dodged.

He pursed his lips, pointed at Luo Qianqian sitting on the steps, and whispered, “Send Qianqian back first. It’s unsafe for a girl to walk alone at night.”

Bo Yu nodded in agreement.

After the two sent Luo Qianqian back to the crew, they originally wanted to find a random hotel nearby. However, most hotels were booked solid by crews filming at the base, making rooms extremely scarce.

Helpless, Gu Qichi had to take Bo Yu back to his own room.

After being away for two days, the hotel room had been cleaned by the housekeeping auntie. Entering the door, Bo Yu could smell the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.

The bedside lamp was motion-activated, lighting up as soon as they approached. Bo Yu held Gu Qichi’s hand and sat by the bed. Gu Qichi was adjusting the brightness of the night light, revealing the young man’s thin waist under his clothes.

Seeing this, Bo Yu grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms. He looked up at the room’s layout—Gu Qichi’s luggage was openly displayed on the floor, very tidy, as if barely touched. He chuckled, “Wife, what am I now? A golden house hiding a beauty?”

Gu Qichi sat on his lap, slightly taller than him. His cool fingertips touched Bo Yu’s lips, looking somewhat amused: “‘A golden house hiding a beauty’ hides a delicate beauty. Are you a beauty?”

After speaking, his teasing gaze looked Bo Yu up and down, and he scoffed, “If I’m hiding anything, I must be hiding a large beast—ambitious, constantly wanting to do something to the owner of the house.”

Bo Yu raised an eyebrow frankly. In fact, Gu Qichi wasn’t wrong, except Gu Qichi was more like a hunter luring him into a trap rather than ordinary prey being targeted.

Love drowns people. He sank into it with clear-headed abandonment, deeply trapped.

Out of control.

As if he was born to fall into Gu Qichi’s hands.

They didn’t kiss or do anything else that night. After showering, Bo Yu just held Gu Qichi in his arms and carefully dried his hair with a hairdryer.

Until his hair turned from wet to fluffy and dry, the smooth strands passing through Bo Yu’s fingers before disappearing from his fingertips.

The scent of the camellia shampoo was faint, just like Gu Qichi himself—emotions never overtly displayed.

The bedside night light quietly turned off. Bo Yu buried the tip of his nose in the back of Gu Qichi’s neck and simply held him as they slept through the night, making no untoward moves.

It wasn’t until Gu Qichi woke up early the next morning that he realized Bo Yu’s arm was still around his waist, like an iron bar that couldn’t be shaken off.

His movements undoubtedly disturbed the man still in his dreams. Bo Yu’s nose rubbed gently against the back of his neck, causing a vague itch.

Bo Yu’s voice was hoarse as he involuntarily hugged him tighter. Their bodies pressed close together, exposing the natural morning reactions.

“Sleep a bit longer, Wife.” His voice was thick with drowsiness.

But usually, this was the time he woke up to wash. Fearful of delaying, Gu Qichi struggled to get up, but Bo Yu held on tight.

“Bo Yu! I need to get up.” His tone was a bit fierce, shouting with false bravado.

Seeing no reaction from the other party for a long while, and sensing a tendency for things to escalate, Gu Qichi unceremoniously pinched Bo Yu’s swollen corpus cavernosum. Taking advantage of Bo Yu’s pain, he got up cleanly.

Ignoring the shock in the other’s eyes, Gu Qichi picked a grey T-shirt from his suitcase and put it on efficiently, covering his chest completely.

He glanced at Bo Yu. Having just woken up, his throat was still a bit raspy as he sincerely suggested: “You’ve been too fiery lately. You can take some medicine to reduce the heat, control it a bit.”

“It’s not good to always have such big reactions in front of outsiders.”

Bo Yu laughed in anger, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the headboard, his narrow phoenix eyes staring fixedly at him: “Gu Qichi, I’m only like this for you. Seeing you, it gets out of control.”

Gu Qichi ignored him. After a night of rest, most of his physical discomfort had dissipated. Only the muscles at the root of his thighs were still sore and weak; everything else had returned to normal, except for the marks that wouldn’t fade.

For some reason, the high-slit skirt from yesterday unconsciously popped into his mind. He swallowed, his gaze sweeping over Bo Yu’s body, then looking at the bite marks on his own leg. Suddenly, he really didn’t want to be dealt with like that.

He said with genuine feeling, “I’m serious. You’re too frequent; it’s bad for your body.”

“There’s nothing wrong with preserving your energy a bit.” He muttered the last sentence softly, talking to himself, keeping his voice very low, but unexpectedly, Bo Yu still heard it.

The other party was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, practically gritting his teeth as he called out: “Gu Qichi.”

He wanted to say, This concerns the rest of your life too, but suddenly stopped.

What “rest of your life”? His marriage agreement with Gu Qichi was only for three years at most. Time would fly by in a snap.

He promised to help Gu Qichi escape that man-eating Gu family, but after three years, who knew if they would part ways or if there were other possibilities.

His silence surprised Gu Qichi a little, but there was no time to dwell on it. After washing up, he had to go get makeup done. Not wanting to be late, he instructed Bo Yu before leaving: “Wait a while before leaving to avoid the other actors in our crew. Many people in the crew recognize you, know you’re the investor, and know about the Bo Corporation.”

Bo Yu sat on the bed, his brow and eyes cold, the air pressure around him dropping constantly, squeezing the cramped space even tighter.

Unfortunately, no one could soothe his emotions at this moment. With Gu Qichi gone, he could only silently digest these negative and dark emotions alone.

It wasn’t until much later that Bo Yu methodically tidied his clothes, packed his few belongings, and planned to leave.

The moment he pressed down the door handle and the door cracked open, a similar sound came from a room not far away.

Gu Qichi’s worry wasn’t misplaced. Eighty percent of the people in this hotel belonged to the Lucky Sky Green crew. Many field affairs staff and crew members had glimpsed Bo Yu’s face in financial magazines during the initial planning stages.

Not to say they knew him well, but Bo Yu’s appearance was too prominent. In financial magazines filled with balding Mediterranean hairstyles and beer-bellied bosses, he was handsome beyond compare, standing out from the crowd and leaving a very deep impression. Most staff who had seen that magazine could recognize him.

If they saw Bo Yu coming out of Gu Qichi’s room, rumors of sugar daddies and keeping mistresses would likely intensify. Gu Qichi had already walked a difficult path in this circle; there was no need to let him be splashed with this dirty water again.

So, to prevent being recognized, Bo Yu specifically put on a mask, covering most of his face.

Yet, it couldn’t block the prying eyes of certain rats in the gutter—

Almost the moment he opened the door, a man looking like a pale, boiled chicken walked towards Gu Qichi’s room. His expression was unpleasant, his eyes full of anger.

Bo Yu lifted his eyelids, his gaze extremely indifferent, too lazy to even spare the other a glance.

Unexpectedly, the other party reached out directly, attempting to block him. Bo Yu raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing undisguised impatience, his tone irritable: “You have business?”

His arrogant attitude naturally aroused Song Zhian’s dissatisfaction. As the second young master of the Song family, almost no one had dared to make Song Zhian unhappy since childhood, let alone speak to him in this tone.

The man before him was tall, much taller than him. The height advantage invisibly suppressed Song Zhian. Song Zhian frowned in displeasure, immediately associating him with the “sugar daddy” Gu Qichi’s assistant had mentioned.

His tone was unkind, looking for trouble, and his words carried a natural sense of charity: “Are you Gu Qichi’s sugar daddy?”

Given the Song Group’s strength, someone like this wasn’t worthy of talking to him. Song Zhian speaking to him was already giving him enough face. He was just about to tell the other to be sensible and get away from Gu Qichi so he could take his place.

Bo Yu suddenly sneered. His features were deep, and he was already unhappy about parting with Gu Qichi. Now provoked by this thing that didn’t know life from death, a hostile aura unconsciously revealed itself between his brows. His phoenix eyes lowered, creating natural shadows in his eye sockets—it was somewhat terrifying.

It was the sharp aura naturally cultivated by someone in a high position for a long time, accustomed to slaughter and blood, making it hard to tolerate other things in his eyes.

Song Zhian suffocated for a moment, like his throat was seized by the sharp talons of a bird of prey; a light squeeze could make his skull hit the floor.

Bo Yu looked down at him scornfully: “I am Gu Qichi’s husband.” His gaze pressed heavily on Song Zhian as he belatedly remembered which reckless dog this was. The tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek; Bo Yu felt his hands itching: “Rest those damned thoughts of yours. Otherwise, not only you, but the Song Group will also pay the price.”

Song Zhian was stunned by the word “husband.” He suddenly thought of the huge diamond ring Gu Qichi wore on set.

At the time, a staff member teased him about wearing a huge pigeon egg. Gu Qichi had simply smiled faintly, saying he was married and the pigeon egg was fake glass he wore for fun.

When Song Zhian heard this, his eyes were full of ridicule. He took it for granted that Gu Qichi’s mention of marriage was just to block him and avoid his touch. He hadn’t expected the other party to really have a legal marriage partner. And that pigeon egg had been mocked by Song Zhian; the assistant said Gu Qichi’s sugar daddy had some capability to protect him in the muddy waters of the entertainment industry. Looking at him now, he didn’t seem like much—after all, no sugar daddy would be so stingy as to let his lover wear a cheap glass bead.

But for this person to dare threaten him to his face was too humiliating. Song Zhian retorted in exasperation: “What kind of thing are you to dare lecture me?”

Before he could finish, Bo Yu kicked him in the crook of the knee. Unsteady on his feet, he crashed to his knees.

Bo Yu’s kick was heavy, perfectly executing the three essentials of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, causing Song Zhian’s face to contort in pain.

The pain of humiliation mixed with the pain of knees smashing onto the marble floor went hand in hand, making Song Zhian unable to stop himself from cursing loudly.

He struggled to get up. Bo Yu clicked his tongue impatiently, looking at him like he was looking at something dirty: “Song Zhian, in three days, have Song Feng come see me. Otherwise, I think Song Feng knows very well what will happen to the Song Group.”

“Also, I’ll say it one more time: do not harass Gu Qichi.”

Having finished, Bo Yu glanced disgustedly at Song Zhian kneeling on the ground. If not for saving Gu Qichi some face, he might have had someone dislocate Song Zhian’s arms right there.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the moment Song Zhian saw his figure, he mistook him for Gu Qichi and wanted to come up and hug him.

No one could covet his things. Bo Yu rubbed his fingertips, his face gloomy, and walked away quickly.

Left in place, Song Zhian’s pupils shrank suddenly, looking up in disbelief at Bo Yu’s retreating figure.

Song Feng was his grandfather’s name…

What did Bo Yu’s words mean?

Was it a bluff or something else?

But soon, he calmed down, took out his phone with a gloomy face, and began ordering people to investigate the surveillance footage from today and yesterday.

Although the Song Group was declining, its influence in Dongcheng was deeply rooted. Unless it was one of the top families, wanting to act against the Song family was simply a fool’s dream.

He would definitely retaliate for this utter humiliation today.

On the set, Gu Qichi was still getting his makeup done, just one last step away from completion.

Lin Shuangyi couldn’t wait and darted into the dressing room to find him:

“Gu Qichi, I have a variety show invitation here. Do you want to go?”