Luo Qianqian, who couldn’t tell for a moment if her eyes were playing tricks on her or if this rich lady had lost her mind: “…”

Three question marks popped up unconsciously over her head.

The plane slowly taxied onto the tarmac, the wheels spinning rapidly. Gu Qichi had just woken up and was still a bit dazed.

His hair was sticking up in a messy tuft, looking rumpled. He squinted instinctively to block the sunlight streaming in through the window.

Winter in Hengdian was much warmer than in Dongcheng.

Although it was already December, Gu Qichi didn’t feel much cold here. The sun overhead pierced through the thick clouds, refracting a gentle warmth unique to winter, slowly enveloping the earth.

The cold wind in Dongcheng was biting, often dropping to bone-chilling temperatures of minus ten degrees. Walking on the street, one could often feel the sharp wind scraping across their cheeks, a burning pain mixed with the stiffness peculiar to winter cold.

Gu Qichi was afraid of the cold; his limbs and bones would stiffen from the low temperature. At times like that, Bo Yu would always pull his hands into his embrace, carefully warming them until circulation returned.

This had unknowingly caused Gu Qichi to develop a bad habit—

Recently, when he slept, he liked to curl up into a ball, moving infinitely closer to the heat source beside him to siphon warmth.

So, upon waking up early every morning, Gu Qichi would always find his hands either on Bo Yu’s full, solid pectoral muscles or on his clearly defined eight-pack abs.

The texture was naturally excellent. Bo Yu’s muscles were the result of genuine training; they felt smooth and vigorous to the touch. A potent male hormone radiated enthusiastically in the winter, like an airtight net, binding Gu Qichi tightly within it.

But soon, Gu Qichi would discover that he was actually the net.

Because he was completely draped over Bo Yu, like an octopus, with even his legs tightly clamping the other man’s legs.

Gu Qichi: “…”

He clearly remembered that his sleeping posture used to be very good; it couldn’t possibly be so…

Unreserved.

Whenever Gu Qichi wanted to move his hands and feet away, Bo Yu would suddenly grab his waist and scoop him entirely toward himself.

With his waist clamped and his head buried in Bo Yu’s chest, his soft hair rubbing messily against it, the man’s breath would become increasingly scorching against his ear. Then, Bo Yu would grit his teeth and bite his earlobe, grinding against it ruthlessly.

And Gu Qichi would be forced into a new round of chaotic battle.

In recent days, from morning till night, Gu Qichi hadn’t successfully set foot on the ground. Even going to eat or use the bathroom involved Bo Yu carrying him, or Bo Yu personally bringing food to feed him.

Butcher Bo would always wait patiently for his prey to be well-fed and hydrated before collecting his payment once again.

Scorching, hot waves surged; Gu Qichi felt as if he were drowning, beaten down by seawater, sinking into a boundless marsh.

His pale skin hadn’t been a normal color for a single moment recently; the flesh was flushed red. Fine sweat overflowed from the top of his head, winding all the way down—his cheeks, earlobes, neck, and every part of his body would be soaked in sweat.

When Gu Qichi whimpered and sobbed quietly, Bo Yu would always fiercely interlock their fingers, gripping so hard it felt like he wanted to crush him, yet there was a peculiar gentleness to it.

Gu Qichi’s fingertips curled slightly. He shook his head wildly and patted his face, forcing himself to sober up and stop recalling those messy, nonexistent things.

He was just about to unbutton his coat and the shirt underneath to breathe some fresh air when he suddenly thought of something. His movements froze, and he awkwardly put his hands back.

Bo Yu’s sexy, low, hoarse murmurs from last night seemed to linger around him. Gu Qichi’s face quietly turned red. Afraid that Luo Qianqian would notice something, he turned his head away in embarrassment.

But Bo Yu’s voice seemed unwilling to let him go, circling frantically in his mind—

“Baby, don’t hide. If you hide again, I’ll fuck you to death.”

“Wife, so good.”

The plane officially arrived at the terminal and came to a steady stop. The surrounding passengers began to retrieve their luggage. For a moment, rustling sounds filled the air, making Gu Qichi’s cough of embarrassment seem unremarkable.

“Baby, you’ve been g-cooked (fucked senseless).”

Gu Qichi took down his luggage in a panic. His mask covered most of his face, so no one could see anything amiss.

Luo Qianqian didn’t have time to reply to the rich lady. Noticing that Gu Qichi was acting strange, she turned off her phone screen and looked at him. Just as she was about to ask if he was airsick, she saw her Teacher Gu hurriedly walk out, leaving her behind for the first time.

Luo Qianqian: ?

Did Teacher Gu want to see Lin Shuangyi that badly? Why was he walking so fast this time?

No, that’s not right. Teacher Gu must be impatient to interpret a brand-new Shen Qingye. Luo Qianqian sighed silently; it must be so. Teacher Gu really loves his career!

Gu Qichi in reality:

It’s a bit hot, my waist hurts a bit, and my kidneys feel a bit weak recently. Bo Yu was really going to fuck him to death. Although it felt good, he needed to be abstinent recently. It would be best to stay on the film set for a longer period.

…

Although Gu Qichi’s itinerary wasn’t confidential this time, it hadn’t been widely publicized either.

The airport was full of people coming and going. Everyone walked hurriedly, swarming toward the exit, and Gu Qichi was no exception.

“Little Chi Baby!”

“Gu Qichi!”

“Wifey Chi Chi!”

Calls rang out one after another in his ears. Gu Qichi was startled, not quite sure what he heard. He frowned, thinking he had misheard. He usually walked with his head down and didn’t think to look up to confirm. He just calculated the time, planning to get his luggage first and then meet up with Luo Qianqian.

Suddenly, several more shouts rang in his ears: “Gu Qichi, stop looking! We’re calling you!”

Gu Qichi: “?”

Gu Qichi: “!”

He looked toward the sound and saw a group of young girls holding various banners and light signs, waving them frantically.

And on the banners and light signs was his name. Beside it was a Q-version drawing of a little figure leaning against a vigorously growing plane tree (wutong tree). The image was harmonious and warm.

Gu Qichi’s steps paused. After confirming again and again that he really had fans picking him up, he stood dazed for a moment before walking over.

Suddenly, a few girls in the group pulled out several posters from their arms.

The images showed Gu Qichi in a high-slit skirt, biting a lisianthus flower filled with red wine, and napping blindfolded under a tree.

Most were interior pages from the “Youth” magazine shoot, but there were also a few leaked photos of him from the “Lucky Sky Green” set.

Fang Zhizhi was the big fan who organized the pickup this time. She had been guarding this spot early in the morning and finally waited until Gu Qichi appeared. Seeing his momentary surprise followed by his dazed walk over, her heart melted halfway.

The sister beside her nudged her with an elbow, and Fang Zhizhi remembered she was shouldering a major mission.

She cleared her throat, watched Gu Qichi get closer, lowered her voice, and counted down quietly:

“One—two—three—!”

The voices of dozens of girls soared to break through the sky, piercingly loud even in the noisy airport:

“Wifey is so hot!!!”

“Wife, top me!!!”

Luo Qianqian, who had just got off the plane, saw this shocking scene and immediately widened her eyes.

Are all you fans this wild?

Gu Qichi was even more startled. He had always been emotionally cool and didn’t like to talk much, but these days he had been forcefully nurtured by Bo Yu to have a bit of temper, and he had become much more lively.

Two red clouds uncontrollably rose on his cheeks. Passing strangers frequently cast inquiring and curious glances. For the first time, Gu Qichi was so embarrassed he didn’t know where to put his hands.

He wasn’t even sure if he should walk over.

“Wife! Come here quickly! We’ve been waiting for you for a long time!”

Hearing this, Gu Qichi’s heart moved slightly, and he immediately walked over.

But he accidentally overheard Fang Zhizhi loudly conspiring with another girl: “Did you get it all on camera?”

The girl replied: “Don’t worry, filmed it all. It will definitely piss that YUCHI off to death.”

Gu Qichi walked up to them and asked hesitantly, “Did you guys record a video?”

Fang Zhizhi neatly took a marker out of her bag, handed it to Gu Qichi, and said with a smile, “Wife, don’t be shy, we just wanted to tease you.”

“Yeah, yeah, and Wife, you really are so hot!”

Gu Qichi looked at the posters shaking in front of his eyes. He felt inexplicably ashamed, but he honestly took Fang Zhizhi’s marker and signed his name according to their requests.

While signing, he didn’t forget to ask worriedly, “Are you all adults? You didn’t skip class to come here, did you?”

Fang Zhizhi contentedly received her unique autograph and consciously stepped aside to let the other sisters come up.

She didn’t forget to answer him: “Wife, don’t worry, we’re all working. Everyone here to pick you up is an adult with financial means. But we did bring a few handwritten letters for the kids who are still in school.”

Only then did Gu Qichi relax.

It was his first time being picked up at the airport, and he was a bit overwhelmed. After signing names one by one, he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. Luo Qianqian stood behind him, guarding him the whole time.

Seeing that all the autographs were done, Gu Qichi returned the pen to Fang Zhizhi, but he was still puzzled, so he asked, “You guys said earlier that you wanted to piss off YUCHI. Why is that?”

Luo Qianqian stepped forward in time to remind him, leaning into his ear to explain: “Teacher Gu, YUCHI is that rich lady who bought fifty thousand copies of your magazine. I told you about her!”

Gu Qichi suddenly understood. He naturally heard Luo Qianqian mention this rich lady and had asked Wen Xi to contact her.

Fifty thousand magazines were truly too many. It wasn’t exactly a useful item to begin with. Buying so many at once must have cost a lot and might have put pressure on her livelihood. If it turned out to be a minor still in school, the resulting problems and entanglements would be even greater.

Gu Qichi didn’t want to take such advantage of someone. He originally wanted to contact YUCHI to return the money, but he was resolutely rejected by the other party.

Wen Xi’s tone when relaying the message was very subtle, somewhat envious of the other’s toughness, somewhat emotional about the other’s wealth, and of course, with a hint of insignificant sourness.

“Little Chi Baby, you have no idea. She said directly to me: ‘I don’t lack money. This amount is nothing to me. If your studio doesn’t have money, I can sponsor you.'”

“She’s really too arrogant!!!”

“But would the world end if I became a rich lady like that too?!”

“I want to be that arrogant too!”

However, Gu Qichi was completely unaware of the great war that had been waging for days and nights between YUCHI and the other fans. After all, idols should stay away from fans’ lives, and Luo Qianqian was too embarrassed to tell him the ins and outs of the matter.

Because it was simply too ridiculous.

She couldn’t exactly tell Gu Qichi: Your wealthy husband-fan is in a ring match with a bunch of other husband-fans, fighting over the rights to call you “Wife.”

It sounded weird no matter how you put it.

The confusion in Gu Qichi’s eyes didn’t seem faked, which made Fang Zhizhi and the others feel a bit embarrassed.

She coughed lightly, smiled, and waved her hand.

“It’s nothing, she just envies that we can come to see you while she can’t. We’re sending her a video as a beautiful memento; she’ll definitely be moved to tears.”

Gu Qichi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Fang Zhizhi and the group accompanied Gu Qichi to the outskirts of the airport, changing the subject and chatting as they walked.

Fang Zhizhi put away her autograph, looked at the content in the camera with glowing eyes, and clapped her hands with satisfaction.

She certainly wouldn’t tell Gu Qichi that they intended to deliberately piss off that psycho YUCHI. Relying on her status as an admin in the group, that person kicked people out frequently and muted a large group of sisters, forbidding them from calling Gu Qichi “Wife.”

Fang Zhizhi had argued with her, hands flying across the keyboard.

[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: What gives you the right to be so bossy? Chichi is everyone’s Chichi, and everyone’s Wife.
[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: He’s not yours alone.
[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: Do you live in the Pacific Ocean? Why do you manage so wide? (Chinese idiom for being a busybody)
[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: We’re going to call him that! We insist on calling him that!
[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: Wife! Wife! Wife!
[YUCHI]: He is my wife.
[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: Your wife my ass, Chichi is OUR wife!
[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: Wife is so hot! Wife loves me the most! Wife top me!
[Zhizhi Grapefruit]: You psycho.

Fang Zhizhi couldn’t remember how long they argued, only remembering that YUCHI finally donated another seven figures to Gu Qichi’s company and even contacted a famous producer.

Successfully shutting her up.

But as Gu Qichi’s “Plane Tree” (fan name), Fang Zhizhi would never bow to money.

She and the other sisters came here early in the morning to wait for Gu Qichi, not just to see him, but to scream “Wife” at him loud and clear.

So what if YUCHI muted them in the group? Could she mute their actual mouths?

Their “Plane Tree” group might have 100 pounds of trunk, but they had 150 pounds of rebellious bone. If she forbade them from shouting it, they would shout it, and they would shout it right in front of Gu Qichi.

Not only shout “Wife,” but also have intimate interactions with him.

Fang Zhizhi organized the video, planning to send it to YUCHI via private message as soon as she got back to the hotel.

This would be a successful summit between the Plane Trees and Wife Chichi, worthy of history books, and worthy of YUCHI remembering forever.

Plane Trees! Never admit defeat!

…

…

…

Seeing that they were all carrying large and small bags, Gu Qichi shifted the things in his hands, wanting to free a hand to help them with their luggage, but the fans righteously refused.

“Wife, don’t worry, we can carry it. Don’t think about helping us, you have plenty in your hands too.”

“That’s right, Baby Chichi, you should eat more. Look at how thin you are in the magazines; we’ll be heartbroken.”

“Chichi, I started following you from ‘Travel with Dad’. Have you kept in touch with Baby Zhaozhao since then?”

Gu Qichi noticed one of the girls’ questions and turned his head. He suddenly remembered Zhaozhao’s face and couldn’t help but smile.

He then patiently explained to the fans: “Work has been too busy lately, so I haven’t had much time to keep in touch. But Zhaozhao is very cute. She even came to find me once, but unfortunately, I didn’t see her. After this shoot is over and I return to Dongcheng, I should be able to meet her.”

The fans were relieved.

In fact, Ji Zhaozhao continued to participate in two more episodes of “Travel with Dad” afterwards. Her partners were currently hot top-tier stars. After all, this show had high traffic and fame, so people were fighting to get in.

Coupled with the fact that Ji Zhaozhao was lively, cute, and looked carved from jade and snow, she immediately captured a large number of “mother fans” and “father fans,” and her fame and public recognition widened significantly.

With a new cash cow, the production team naturally wouldn’t invite the obscure Gu Qichi, who had only been a last-minute emergency replacement.

It was a pity that the recording of the subsequent two episodes didn’t go very smoothly. It was likely that those young traffic stars wanted popularity too much and desperately fought for screen time, which instead caused them to lose the audience’s favor.

After all, this was a parent-child travel variety show. Not only did they fail to take good care of Ji Zhaozhao, but they clumsily caused a lot of trouble, requiring Ji Zhaozhao to help handle things.

After two episodes, Ji Zhaozhao withdrew from “Travel with Dad,” and the program really lost a large number of viewers.

But Ji Zhaozhao was the investor’s daughter, a precious little princess born with a silver spoon. No matter how bold the production team was, they didn’t dare make demands of the “Sugar Daddy” sponsor to let Ji Zhaozhao come back and suffer.

Listening to the fans recount what happened later, Gu Qichi was a bit speechless and felt it was a pity.

When Ji Zhaozhao came to the Bo residence to find him, he was on set. He heard from the auntie at home that the little carrot head was very sad at the time and cried while hugging Bo Yu for a while before returning home unwillingly.

As they exited the airport, for some reason, fine snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.

The temperature wasn’t cold; it was a very acceptable temperature.

Gu Qichi carefully put away the handwritten letters Fang Zhizhi and the others handed over. Seeing that they were thinking of taking out more gifts, he immediately refused them righteously:

“I don’t need these gifts. I’m already very happy that you could come to the airport to see me. Buying these luxury gifts is not practical, and secondly, it will bring you unnecessary financial burdens.”

“If you really want to send me something in the future, just send letters. After all, handwritten ones have more heart.”

Fang Zhizhi and the others blinked and didn’t say much more. If they kept insisting, Gu Qichi might start refunding them money.

The group parted ways at the airport. Gu Qichi watched them get into cars one by one, and after making sure they would tell Luo Qianqian they were safe upon arriving at their hotel, he finally turned to leave with peace of mind.

The first snow in Dongcheng came exceptionally late this year; it still hadn’t fallen even now. Ironically, he saw two snowfalls here in the south, in Hengdian.

Gu Qichi smiled and shook his head, inevitably finding it a bit strange.

Cool snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on Gu Qichi’s fingertips, immediately melted by his body heat into snow water, leaving a shiny puddle on his finger pad.

Gu Qichi rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the temperature there, and Ji Zhaozhao’s face suddenly flashed through his mind again.

Round face, deer-like eyes, pools of tears welling up when she cried.

His nerves felt like old, dilapidated wires, twisted crookedly together. In an inadvertent moment, the metal wires inside accidentally touched, suddenly exploding with sparks of light.

He seemed to have forgotten something or someone very important.

But he couldn’t remember what it was, no matter how hard he tried.

The harder he tried to explore the spark flashing through his mind, the more his head hurt.

Gu Qichi lowered his eyelashes and frowned. He didn’t know why he suddenly had this reaction, but he didn’t force himself to think more about it.

Not far away was the car Lin Shuangyi had called to pick him up. Gu Qichi’s gaze fell on it. After confirming the license plate number, he carried his luggage and walked over.

The person sitting in the passenger seat suddenly opened the door and got out to help him with his luggage, putting it all into the trunk.

When Gu Qichi finished organizing everything and pulled open the car door, he discovered someone sitting inside.

A completely unexpected person.

The person saw his face, raised an eyebrow, chuckled softly, and then said:

“Gu Qichi, long time no see.”