The events of the day were so surreal that when Supreme Entertainment announced the termination of Lou Shao’s contract, it surprisingly didn’t cause much of a stir. It merely crawled up the trending search list for a short while before falling off.

However, Lou Shao’s Weibo comment section was bustling. A massive number of fans were unstanning and clamoring for Lou Shao to apologize. The comment sections of his recent posts had completely fallen to the enemy; it wasn’t just his own fans, but also fans of rival stars and those he had framed coming to cause trouble.

Luo Qianqian was already in the car heading home, but driven by her desire to eat melons (gossip), she climbed onto Weibo to take a look.

[cool boy]: You dead green tea, why are you acting like a cowardly tortoise? Hurry up and roll out here to apologize to your daddy.

[I Excel at Everything]: I’ve seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless. No wonder the company terminated the contract directly. Shao fans, hurry up and roll out of the entertainment industry with your gege, don’t come here and be annoying.

[Moonlit Water]: Having said that, the handsome Gu Qichi is seriously tragic. He was wrongly accused for no reason and didn’t even get an apology. What a “great junior” the company cultivated. [Heart] [Heart]

[Broad Shoulders Long Legs Dog Waist]: Not paying attention to anything else, may I ask who the little handsome guy speaking up for Gu Qichi is? The puppy protecting his older brother, kswl (killing me with sweetness) [Licks Screen] [Licks Screen]

[Please Wen Che Gu Qichi Speedily DOI]: @WEN-Wen Che Handsome Guy’s Weibo. Sisters upstairs, please hurry and follow our “Wen Xin Ru Gu” (Wen Che x Gu Qichi) Super Topic. [Licks Screen] [Licks Screen]

[Phoenix Flies to Wutong Wishing to Rest]: ??? What is this? How are you guys shipping this already? Our baby Qichi is beautiful all on his own, ahhh!!!

[Soaring Up Ninety Thousand Li]: Uh, pure passerby here. Can someone tell me how to buy that magazine with Gu Qichi? It looks kinda good, I want to buy a copy for my collection.

Luo Qianqian was very excited and deftly switched to her alt account to reply.

[It’s Qianqian Not Wanwan]: Sister! Pointing you to the “Youth” official link, click to buy directly! [Heart] [Heart] Beautiful person, kind heart, investing in Gu Qichi is never a loss!

[It’s Qianqian Not Wanwan] replied @Please Wen Che Gu Qichi Speedily DOI: Where did these fans come from? Hurry up and retreat, retreat, retreat!

After replying to several comments in a row, Luo Qianqian remembered a very important thing that had been ignored today. Everyone’s focus was on the entanglement between Gu Qichi and Lou Shao, and even the fans were busy clarifying things for Gu Qichi.

The sales of “Youth” magazine might not look too good.

Luo Qianqian was a little uneasy. This magazine set was Gu Qichi’s first shoot. If the sales were poor, his path in the fashion circle would be difficult in the future.

Social apps like “Big Eye” (Weibo) always seemed to have a function that stole your inner thoughts. Almost two seconds later, Luo Qianqian’s homepage instantly refreshed with a hashtag.

#Gu Qichi Magazine Sales Break 660,000#

Luo Qianqian’s eyes widened. She clicked in with disbelief, looking at the data posted by Gu Qichi’s big fan account. She confirmed it three times to make sure she hadn’t counted wrong, yet her heart was still full of shock and doubt.

If she remembered correctly, the highest magazine sales record in domestic entertainment belonged to that top star who became famous overnight, with sales of 720,000.

But counting down from him, the number of stars whose magazine sales could break 500,000 could be counted on one hand. To be honest, up to now, there should only be four.

Gu Qichi had directly barged into the top five of magazine sales!!!

Luo Qianqian nearly let out a chicken shriek in the taxi, but remembering she was a dignified and elegant lady, she forcibly suppressed it.

She began to flip through the big fan’s spreadsheet.

Her mouth opened into an ‘O’ shape again, and she involuntarily let out a “What the f*ck.”

The wealthy woman ranked first had a very simple account name, just the letters YUCHI, but she had bought a whole 500,000 copies. Single-handedly, she sent Gu Qichi to the third-place position in magazine sales.

The wealthy woman ranked second looked like a throwaway account, just a simple string of code, but she also contributed a full 80,000 in sales.

Where the fck do these rich ladies come from?!!*

Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but feel ashamed of the five magazines she had purchased, but then immediately comforted herself: We are not in the same social class; five copies is also very good.

Suddenly, a spark flashed in Luo Qianqian’s mind, like a blessing to the soul. She exited the Weibo homepage and opened Gu Qichi’s fan group chat.

A few days ago, two admins in Gu Qichi’s group were making a noise about comparing sales volumes. She had heard about this matter. At the time, she only thought it was two kids playing around, just bragging. She didn’t expect them to actually fight with real money.

Corporate slave Luo Qianqian lamented with emotion: People really cannot compare with other people.

The atmosphere in the group was a bit strange. If you said it was quiet, the screen was full of “Wife.” If you said it was lively, those shouting “Wife” had all been sent a “mute gift package” ten minutes ago.

Luo Qianqian scrolled through. Anyone who had shouted “Wife” and been muted had received the gift package from this No. 001 Wealthy Woman, YUCHI.

Unfortunately, there were many young girls in the group. After today’s dark and chaotic battle, many new fans had flooded in, completely unaware of the bet between the two wealthy women a few days ago.

Plus, the essence of humanity is rebellion. A hundred-pound body contains a hundred and twenty pounds of rebellious bones.

Everyone seemed determined to go against Wealthy Woman YUCHI.

“Wife! Wife!”

“Baby Wife is so hot!”

“Little Wife Qichi is bewitching people online, so erotic, so erotic!”

“Please Gu Qichi, top me from the front! Don’t pity me! Use that high-slit skirt! Please f*ck me hard! [Licks Screen] [Licks Screen]”

“This believer has done good deeds all her life, willing to trade ten pounds of flesh for a chance to DOI with Chichi. Buddha above, please bless this little woman.”

“Seven Stars Entertainment, may I ask when you will send Wife Chichi to my bed?”

There were endless comments like this. Although Wealthy Woman YUCHI’s hand speed was slow, she persevered in struggling on the front lines of muting people. Her professionalism made Luo Qianqian sigh with emotion:

What a talent!

After #Gu Qichi Magazine Sales Break 660,000# reached the top of the trending list, in a corner no one cared about, the hashtag #Wen Che Gu Qichi So Shippable# quietly climbed onto the tail end of the trending list, climbing steadily with a slow but upward trend.

More and more people were discussing it inside. Relying on the little preview released by the program team earlier and the exposed video, they forcibly dug out countless “sugar points” (moments of chemistry).

For example, Gu Qichi was very protective of Wen Che, and his “senior airs” were put on specifically for Wen Che’s sake. Gu Qichi would also bring Wen Che lots of handmade baked cookies and treat him to meals.

Wen Che was also very good to Gu Qichi. In front of others, he was a little firecracker that exploded at a touch, but in front of Gu Qichi, he was like a well-behaved, harmless puppy.

Current audiences particularly ate up this kind of “younger puppy x gentle beauty” CP (couple pairing). Plus, both had god-tier visuals. Although Wen Che was slightly inferior, it was still very shippable.

The number of views and the level of discussion grew higher and higher, at one point even reaching the middle-back rows of the trending list.

The moment Luo Qianqian saw this trending topic, she was still cursing, wondering what kind of CP this was and how anyone could ship it???

The next second, this trending topic vanished on the spot. The trending list was so clean it was as if this hashtag had never appeared.

Luo Qianqian: ???

Did her eyes deceive her?

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In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Bo Yu’s suit jacket was tossed casually aside. His shirt sleeves were rolled up an inch below his elbows, revealing a section of arm with tight, smooth lines. His entire face was so perfect one couldn’t pick out a flaw, but unfortunately, the man was a bit irritable.

Comments from netizens flashed through his mind one by one.

“Who gets it? I love Puppy Wen Che’s double standards. Fierce to others, acting spoiled and obedient to Wife.”

“Ahhhh, why does Gu Qichi have such chemistry with everyone? He is really so gentle to Wen Che. Who can not be moved by a cool, aloof beauty?”

“I bet Gu Qichi definitely likes Wen Che. Look at him! As soon as Wen Che was dissed by Lou Shao, he stood up to speak for Wen Che. If this isn’t true love, then what is?!!”

“Say no more, the two of them are real. I’m going to start spreading rumors.”

“I heard from my friend working on ‘Strive! Actor!’ that Gu Qichi and Wen Che seemed to know each other before. Wen Che is super clingy to him, and Gu Qichi spoils him especially. Family, these are just little tricks between a young couple!!!”

Thinking of this, not only the jacket, but Bo Yu’s phone was also tossed aside.

There were so many people trying to snatch his wife. It was one thing that he couldn’t mute them all, but for such a ridiculous topic to actually climb the trending search…

Wen Che and Gu Qichi together?

Bo Yu sneered. Don’t even think about it.

The lighter in his hand made a crisp click. There was a slight irritation in Bo Yu’s chest, and he really wanted to smoke a cigarette, but remembering that Gu Qichi didn’t like that smell, the tip of his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, and Bo Yu pinched the center of his brow.

If he remembered correctly, that kid named Wen Che was the one tugging and pulling at Gu Qichi at the main gate that day.

Gu Qichi treated him quite well; seemed like he even patted his head…

Bo Yu’s gaze fell on the passing scenery outside the window. Lights were waning, the cold wind whistled, and pedestrians on the street wore hats, hurrying through the freezing winter night.

His phone vibrated, popping up a new notification from “Big Eye.”

Your Special Follow @Gu Qichi has a new update~

Bo Yu focused his gaze to look. His wife, whom he was thinking of constantly, hadn’t posted any new Weibo statuses. There was only one new person added to his following list.

WEN-Wen Che.

That kid again.

Bo Yu’s irritation spiked to the extreme.

Wen Che’s appearance involuntarily floated into his mind.

Light brown curly hair, like a bear.

Big eyes, like copper bells, lacking any spirit, and the person looked decadent.

The nose was high, but not as high as his, nor as good-looking.

The lips were very thick, looking like two sausages put together.

In summary, the other party was ugly and short, with the face of a scumbag, completely unworthy of Gu Qichi.

“Bai Heng, how much longer until we get back?”

Bo Yu couldn’t hold back and asked aloud.

Bai Heng glanced at Bo Yu in the rearview mirror, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down nervously. He didn’t quite understand why his President Bo’s mood had become unpredictable again.

But a worker must have the awareness of a worker. Bai Heng calculated the time and said honestly, “President Bo, probably another fifteen minutes.”

It was currently the evening rush hour. Traffic was endless. Fifteen minutes was a conservative estimate; who knew how long they would be stuck.

Bo Yu, lacking interest, sent a message to Gu Qichi.

[Bo Yu]: Are you at home? What do you want to eat tonight?

There was no reply from Gu Qichi’s side, but there was activity from Wen Che’s side.

Perhaps because Gu Qichi had followed Wen Che, even though Bo Yu hadn’t looked into the other party’s news, Wen Che’s Weibo was still pushed to Bo Yu’s homepage.

The other party posted a set of nine photos. The content was all group photos of him and Gu Qichi.

Most of the photos showed Gu Qichi’s back or his profile with lowered eyes, peach blossom eyes slightly curved, lying silkworms bulging, the whole person tranquil and gentle.

The comments below were also lively.

[The CP I Ship is Real]: My baby, is the person in the photo Gu Qichi?

[WEN-Wen Che]: It is Brother Qichi. How is it? Good looking, right? I took them all.

[WEN-Wen Che]: I have a lot more photos of Brother Qichi in my phone.

[Involuntarily Applauding for Love]: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Involuntarily Applauding for Love]: Front row interview, is your relationship with Gu Qichi really that good?

[WEN-Wen Che]: Very good. Brother Qichi treats me thief-well (extremely well). We even made plans to go eat together.

[This is the Best Feeling]: Ahhhh, since you’ve made plans to eat together, it won’t be long before you become a young couple.

[saying myself]: Pure passerby, when will “Strive! Actor!” start airing? This child can’t wait to eat sugar (consume sweet moments)!

[WEN-Wen Che]: Don’t know about this, the program team hasn’t notified us.

Bo Yu turned off his phone screen. Gu Qichi still hadn’t replied to the message.

Wasn’t he asking when I was coming home? Why isn’t he replying now? Did he go out with that Wen Che kid?

He clearly wished he could tie the other person to himself every moment, yet now he didn’t even know when Gu Qichi had gone out to eat alone with Wen Che.

What’s more, he hadn’t even officially succeeded in pursuing Gu Qichi yet. Just after dealing with a Song Zhian, now a Wen Che popped up.

Bo Yu silently turned on his phone and blacklisted Wen Che’s Weibo.

Might as well keep it out of sight, out of mind.

“Bai Heng, pull over and stop.”

Bai Heng looked at the rearview mirror in surprise, glimpsing Bo Yu’s silent expression, and softly called out, “President Bo.”

“Are you worried about the Madam? I asked his assistant. Madam’s mood has been stable today, no loss of control.”

Bo Yu moved his limbs and spoke coldly: “I know. I’ll drive back myself. You call a taxi and go back early too; the company will reimburse the fare.”

The other party’s meaning was, as always, not open to discussion. Bai Heng didn’t think twice. He immediately parked the car on a slightly empty roadside and said respectfully, “Please be safe. I will keep an eye on Song Zhian and the Song family for you. I won’t let them pull any tricks.”

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The car was stuck in traffic the whole way. In the end, it took a full thirty-plus minutes to get back to the Bo residence.

Looking from the bottom up, the lights in the main hall of the Bo house were dark. This meant no one was staying at home; Gu Qichi might have gone out.

Bo Yu turned off the car, leaned his head back on the headrest, and exhaled. After calming his mood slightly, he picked up his jacket and walked up.

As soon as the fingerprint lock opened with a crisp electronic sound, Bo Yu entered the door. The entire building was pitch black, without a hint of warmth.

Gu Qichi still hadn’t replied to him.

Bo Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at A-Ci’s food bowl in the corner. The cat food inside was piled into a small mountain shape, and the water was full.

It seemed Gu Qichi hadn’t been gone long; at least the cat food and water had just been changed.

In the past, when he came back, although A-Ci wouldn’t actively come out to welcome him, she would at least meow twice, jump on the table, and examine him condescendingly to assert her status.

But not today. Bo Yu couldn’t help but feel it was a bit strange.

He loosened his tie and walked towards the second floor.

A faint light suddenly seeped out of the bedroom, a dim, yellowish light.

Bo Yu pushed the door open and went in. The silver gradient cat was lying unscrupulously on his bed, sleeping soundly.

In the empty and quiet space, the sound of the silver gradient snoring was particularly distinct.

The bathroom door was pushed open. Damp water vapor mixed with misty fog sprayed onto his face, hazy and illusory.

The light in the bathroom was very bright. Gu Qichi stood under the light, his skin like snow, emitting a lustrous glow.

He hadn’t expected Bo Yu to come back so early; the other party usually rushed back at ten o’clock.

The thing in his hand trembled violently. Gu Qichi was a bit panicked. In his haste, he kicked the box behind him. Instead of hiding the box, he kicked it right under Bo Yu’s eyelids, exceptionally conspicuous.

Gu Qichi: “…”

He turned his head away, his cheeks flushed scarlet by the steam. On his fair and slender neck, a black collar was cinched over his Adam’s apple. Following his movements, the bell on the collar jingled in the empty bathroom.

Bo Yu could even see Gu Qichi’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down due to nervousness. The bell hung on it, teetering.

“Didn’t you go out to play with someone?”

The nerves that had been tense all day relaxed. Bo Yu’s entire posture softened, the corners of his lips quirked upward, looking very happy.

Yet his eye color was deep, ink swirling at the bottom, thick and impossible to dissolve.

Not understanding why he would ask this, Gu Qichi’s eyes were full of confusion. Then, as if realizing something, he lifted his hand to pick up his phone, only then seeing the message sent by Bo Yu.

He coughed and explained slowly, “My phone was on silent mode, so I didn’t see the message.”

“I stayed at home the whole time, never went out.”

He was defending his innocence.

Bo Yu laughed very lightly, stepped to Gu Qichi’s side, and intercepted his waist.

The other was wearing a loose shirt, having just finished showering. The ends of his hair hadn’t been dried yet and were soaking wet.

Water dripped from the tips of his hair. His hair had grown a bit long, and because of styling reasons recently, he hadn’t had time to cut it. So, a small tail formed at the nape of his neck, dampening a patch of snow-white skin. Even a small section of the shirt was soaked, forming a dark stain under the light.

Gu Qichi’s brows and eyes were rich and beautiful. Strictly speaking, they actually carried a strong sense of aggression.

But at this moment, they were like a pool of melted spring water.

His peach blossom eyes were lowered, wet eyelashes trembling. A damp mist filled the bottom of his eyes, and his amber pupils were clear and bright, looking at him so defenselessly.

Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled heavily. His other hand moved upward, landing on the exposed, lustrous earlobe, kneading it forcefully.

“Why did you think of wearing this?”

The fair earlobe was quickly kneaded red. Their warm breaths intertwined. Gu Qichi turned his head away; he knew what he was asking, but didn’t really want to say it.

A tactful man should learn to do things himself, not ask his wife questions left and right.

Fortunately, Bo Yu was a tactful good man. The hand kneading the earlobe moved to the back of Gu Qichi’s neck, increasing strength, lifting Gu Qichi up a few notches.

Gu Qichi was actually barefoot.

Winter in Dongcheng wasn’t that hard to endure. Indoors there was heating, even floor heating. The indoor temperature rivaled summer; one wouldn’t feel cold even wearing a thin T-shirt.

Consequently, Gu Qichi had unknowingly developed a bad habit of disliking shoes. Even though Bo Yu had said it many times, Gu Qichi still hadn’t corrected it.

The tops of his feet were cold white, metatarsals lean, stretching out clear and distinct lines. His ankles were slender, blue-purple veins intertwining beneath the thin texture of his skin. The lines were elegant, winding and vanishing into his thin calves.

Bo Yu made him stand on tiptoes on his own feet, pecking at Gu Qichi’s lips intermittently, extremely gentle.

The aura between them was scorching, ironing onto their faces. Exploding hormones mixed with the water vapor spread out, the heat branding into the skin, burning along with the blood.

Gu Qichi was also somewhat restless. His nose brushed past Bo Yu’s side profile, and he reached out to wrap his arms around the other’s neck, as if hanging his entire self onto Bo Yu.

Bo Yu licked Gu Qichi’s lip seam but didn’t deepen it. Instead, he pulled back slightly, dark hair intertwining. The desire in his eyes was deep.

“Gu Qichi, you haven’t answered my question.”

His finger moved down, hooking that black collar, just enough to fit a knuckle inside.

Bo Yu rubbed the skin at Gu Qichi’s Adam’s apple neither lightly nor heavily, until it turned from white to pink, like rosy clouds spreading in the sky.

Gu Qichi was still trembling, wet eyelashes tangled together. Like a swan stretching its neck for the slaughter, his chin tilted up, forming a beautiful and resilient arc entangled with his neck, breathtakingly stunning.

Gu Qichi said the word “Reward” with a trembling voice, his Adam’s apple crushed heavily by Bo Yu again.

That cartilage was one of the most fragile parts of a man’s body. Bo Yu didn’t use much force, but it made Gu Qichi very uncomfortable.

He continued to press him: “What reward?”

Gu Qichi’s eye corners were completely red, forced to shed a few physiological tears, and he spoke stiffly: “The reward you’ve always wanted, Bo Yu—”

Bo Yu kissed him again. This time the kiss was heavy, fierce and urgent, as if to tear the person apart and devour them into his belly.

Gu Qichi almost melted completely in the rising heat.

Incense was burning in the bathroom, a very faint scent of flowers and fruits. It wasn’t cloying, but at this moment, the fragrance felt unusually intense.

A-Ci hadn’t woken up yet. The silver gradient had slept for a long time, rolling over groggily on the bed. Her body was chubby and a bit inconvenient. Dissatisfied in her sleep, she tried to flip over twice more with force, but unexpectedly used too much strength and flipped herself off the bed.

The cat-lump hit the floor, making a heavy muffled sound.

A-Ci was dazed, not yet fully awake from her dream. The whole cat was dizzy, seeing stars.

When she realized why she had fallen to the floor, the cat looked at herself in disbelief.

She could only see a massive lump.

“Meow!”

A-Ci began to doubt her cat life. Did she really eat that much?!!

In the bathroom, Gu Qichi was kissed into speechlessness. His tongue tip was repeatedly sucked, bitten, and forcibly dragged out for suction. He was trembling all over, and the tip of his tongue had been kissed bright red and slightly swollen.

The corners of his eyes were also a patch of crimson, wet beyond belief. Bo Yu leaned down, kissed the corner of his eye, and asked as if casually: “Who is Wen Che?”

Gu Qichi’s brain was a bit numb and groggy. He was always prone to oxygen deprivation at times like this, making his thinking slow.

“Wen Che… he’s just a pitiful kid.”

Bo Yu was still unsatisfied. He bit the tip of his tongue punishingly, stirring up water sounds in his mouth, not letting go until Gu Qichi was so soft he couldn’t stand steadily.

“Gu Qichi, am I better looking or is Wen Che better looking?”

Only then did Gu Qichi understand the reason for Bo Yu’s “episode” today. He stared at him in disbelief, somewhat helpless.

“Bo Yu, the person I like is you. Of course, you are better looking.”

Gu Qichi had no choice but to coax him.

The man held his lower back, finally satisfied. His chin rested in the hollow of his shoulder, blowing hot air into his ear:

“Didn’t you say you wanted to give me a reward?”

“I’ll teach you how to wear it.”