The sky was a hazy mountain-green, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the quiet, fluffy clouds. The morning sun formed beams of white light, piercing through and falling onto Gu Qichi’s face.

When he heard this question, he paused for quite a while.

Casting his gaze downward, his eyes reflected fragmented light.

The recording crew members subconsciously held their breath. The silhouette of the person sitting there was blurred, yet his beauty remained aggressively captivating, entirely eye-catching.

“Actually, there was a period of time when my emotions were very unstable. You could say it had reached the level of clinical depression,” Gu Qichi said softly. “The me back then was perhaps even worse than just depressed, maybe even…”

“Maybe I even had some dark thoughts.”

His gaze remained gentle, and his tone was very calm, as if he didn’t care about this matter at all anymore.

Gu Qichi rarely spoke about his personal matters to outsiders, even showing some resistance to it.

But the production team of I Will Accompany You to the End put a lot of thought into this. The host interviewing Gu Qichi was a professional psychology professor specially invited by the team. They had done background research on Gu Qichi beforehand, so the professor was very skilled at guiding the topic and avoiding his sensitive triggers.

Following the professor’s inquiry, Gu Qichi slowly began to recall how he and Bo Yu first met, laughing very lightly: “At first, I had absolutely no interest in dating at all. I was even a bit resistant to Bo Yu’s approaches.”

“But Bo Yu is different; he’s different from everyone else around me.”

Gu Qichi turned his head, the corners of his peach-blossom eyes lifting slightly, his gaze landing on the camera in front of him: “If I had to give an evaluation of Bo Yu…”

Gu Qichi: “He is an existence I could never let go of in this lifetime.”

The production crew fell silent for a moment, and so did Wen Xi, who was waiting on the sidelines.

Gu Qichi’s emotions were usually too restrained. Other than when he was acting as someone else, it was rare to see him display such vivid emotions.

But everyone could see that when mentioning Bo Yu, Gu Qichi’s whole being became vibrant. The love surging in his eyes and tone was like crashing waves at high tide, layer upon layer, never receding.

Wen Xi’s gaze was complex. It fell on Gu Qichi’s face, then shifted to another tightly closed door.

Sitting behind that door was Bo Yu.

Actually, in the very beginning, Wen Xi was very resistant to Bo Yu because, in her eyes, Gu Qichi and Bo Yu’s marriage was a forced relationship.

Things like commercial marriages were nothing but an exchange of interests. Let alone something as fragile as love, even a fraction of genuine affection would be a groundbreaking anomaly.

Wen Xi had accompanied Gu Qichi along his entire journey; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call her his half-sister.

She didn’t understand before why Luo Qianqian had an eighty-meter-thick filter on Bo Yu.

But now, having weathered the storms of this recent period, Wen Xi somewhat understood.

Because Bo Yu truly treated Gu Qichi incredibly well—well enough to surrender his everything to Gu Qichi.

That must be why Gu Qichi would say something like that now…

Wen Xi withdrew her gaze and paced over to the director: “Please delete all the parts where Gu Qichi mentioned his depression and his family of origin. Our team doesn’t plan to let him take the miserable, pity-baiting route to attract fans.”

The director knew what was appropriate. He piled on a smile and said yes; that single sentence from Gu Qichi was already more than enough.

The director could already imagine the massive waves this would make when the teaser was released.

After finishing Gu Qichi’s solo cut, the director went over to Bo Yu’s side to check the situation.

The shooting on Bo Yu’s side started a bit later than Gu Qichi’s.

As a famous business magnate in Dongcheng, Bo Yu’s posture was much more relaxed.

With his legs crossed and his suit jacket slightly open, he turned his head to listen to the host’s question.

Host: “May I ask, President Bo, what prompted you to participate in our show?”

Bo Yu had answered the previous questions very casually. When the host asked this, the man leaning lazily on the sofa leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling directly on the camera.

“Switch that camera to face me directly,” Bo Yu said seriously.

The PD and the cameraman immediately complied, and the host also assumed a listening posture. Even the director, who had come to check the progress, was curious about what Bo Yu was going to say and specially had the staff switch the angle.

A smile tugged at the corners of Bo Yu’s lips, his upturned eyes carrying a hint of provocation: “I am here to dispel rumors.”

The PD and director were a bit bewildered. They heard Bo Yu continue nonchalantly: “Recently, there have been some wild rumors online about Qichi and me, which everyone has been curious about.”

“To satisfy everyone’s curiosity, I had to come in person.”

Bo Yu lifted his eyelashes, his gaze arresting: “First, Gu Qichi is my wife, and I am his only lover.”

He emphasized the words “wife” and “lover” heavily, the showing-off tone in his voice completely undisguised.

“Second, regarding some ridiculous rumors about me.”

“Bo Yu. Age 26, height 189 cm, works out year-round, physically healthy, no bad habits.”

“As for the ‘old’ part, I think I’ve made myself very clear.” Bo Yu’s fingertips tapped on the edge of the sofa. “As for the ‘ugly’ part, I don’t think I need to say much; everyone has eyes.”

“As for the other things everyone is concerned about, those are private matters, so I won’t explain too much. At the very least, Qichi is very satisfied with me.”

PD, Director: “…”

Fuck, he’s so arrogant. We just got completely flexed on.

When the crew left, they didn’t forget to secretly communicate with Gu Qichi: “Teacher Gu, don’t worry, our crew is tight-lipped. We absolutely won’t have situations like other variety shows. We will help you cut out any parts that shouldn’t be broadcasted.”

Gu Qichi had just said his thanks when he saw the director sneaking up, avoiding Bo Yu, and whispering:

“Teacher Gu, when you’re recording the show, don’t hold back. Let loose when you need to. Our staff will help you and President Bo control the broadcast.”

Gu Qichi: “???”

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The production team of I Will Accompany You to the End originally became famous in Country H relying on extremely novel ideas and bold, sky-high concepts.

So after the official announcement, countless netizens from Country H followed the internet cables over. The official Weibo account was crowded with netizens from multiple countries, making it exceptionally lively.

[Do I Need to Think of a Way Too]: Please, use all the tactics you used on our artists on them.

[Spring Breeze & Rain]: I heard the guests invested in this show. Will the crew go soft and let them off? [Doge Confused]

[my live]: Will this livestream recreate the grandeur of Gu Qichi’s last livestream? To be honest, I just want to see the great beauty die of social embarrassment. [Pitiful][Pitiful]

[Only to Pursue You]: You guys are perverts. Sorry, I’m a pervert too, I also want to see it. Can you broadcast the parts that weren’t aired last time? [Licking Screen][Licking Screen]

[to get to you]: What are you dreaming about? Aren’t you afraid of getting banned again? [Doge] But if they can broadcast it, I want to watch too. [Doge]

[IT possible]: Stop talking, stop talking, I’m seriously so excited.

The staff member managing the official account replied to a comment, further igniting the netizens’ enthusiasm.

@I Will Accompany You to the End replying to Spring Breeze & Rain: We won’t [Husky]. We will repeatedly test the boundaries of seeking death. [Husky]

[You and Me under Wutong Mountain]: You said it, keep your word! [Doge]

[Another Starting Point]: So when exactly are you airing? [Going Crazy][Going Crazy]

@I Will Accompany You to the End replying to Another Starting Point: See you on January 9th~

January 7th, 8:30 AM.

When everyone was still drowsy, I Will Accompany You to the End suddenly opened five livestream links.

@I Will Accompany You to the End: Do you want to explore the most authentic married life? Do you want to know what the guests are really like in their private lives? No scripts, no spoilers, no advance notice to the guests. Everything is unknown, everything is an adventure. Let Little Di take you straight to the scene.

It was a Saturday, so netizens were sleeping in and hadn’t gotten up yet.

By the time people reacted, the hashtag #IWillAccompanyYouToTheEndStreamsEarly# had already rushed to number one on the trending list.

Countless netizens quickly flooded into the livestream rooms, and the vast majority poured into Gu Qichi and Bo Yu’s stream.

“Wifey, I’m here! Wifey, I’m here!”

“Where’s my wife???”

“Why is there no one in the room?”

“I’m already awake, where are those two???”

As early as 8:40 AM, the crew had already knocked on the guests’ doors to deliver their mission cards.

The delivery went smoothly for the other four groups of guests.

Only for Bo Yu’s group, the staff nearly broke the door from knocking, but no one answered.

The door to the second-floor bedroom was tightly shut. No one knew that Bo Yu had specially installed super-strong soundproofing in the bedroom. The two teachers also didn’t know the crew’s arrangement beforehand, and having no work on the weekend, they had both put their phones on silent.

Production crew: …

The crew felt a bit desperate, suddenly experiencing the same despair Wen Xi and Bai Heng had felt last time.

Fortunately, the two teachers weren’t doing anything out of bounds like last time, and the number of viewers in the stream was steadily increasing.

The director team and the PD breathed a temporary sigh of relief.

PD: “Although airing early might lose some viewers, it can attract genuine organic traffic from passersby this way.”

Director: “Indeed, our staff calculated the viewer count for the streams beforehand and expected a very low number. But the current viewer count is far beyond our estimates.”

The PD nodded vigorously, but couldn’t help but worry: “When do you think Bo Yu and Gu Qichi will wake up?”

The director looked at him in dismay: “How would I know? Before making this decision, how could I have guessed they wouldn’t open the door after twenty minutes of knocking?”

Inside the livestream room, the camera pointed at the head of the bed showed no movement.

They could only see a bulging lump on the bed; the faces of the two main characters remained buried in the pillows.

“Where are they? Where’s Bo Yu?”

“Could it be that he really ran away at the last minute because he’s too ugly…”

“Definitely. Next door, Best Actor Han Hao’s family is already done making breakfast. Over here, they haven’t even gotten up…”

“Help, I’m suddenly a bit worried. I was really looking forward to Bo Yu, could he really be an ugly bastard? [Crying][Crying]”

“Not interested in Bo Yu, I just want to know where my wife is!”

“I want to see Gu Qichi’s freshly woken up face ahhhhh! Wifey’s sleeping face must be killer too [Licking Screen][Licking Screen]”

“Still wanting to see his sleeping face? Don’t let Gu Qichi’s swollen plastic surgery face scare you to death when he wakes up. [Cute][Cute]”

“No way, no way, it’s 20xx, and there are still people who don’t know Gu Qichi is a pure natural handsome guy? [Surprised]”

“Sour chickens (haters) have never seen a handsome guy, don’t pay attention to them, baby upstairs.”

“Family, family! That lump! That lump is moving!!”

The netizens quickly abandoned the bullet chats and cast their eyes on the large, unidentified object on the bed.

The one moving was the larger lump.

The bedding at the foot of the bed was kicked aside. The person shook his head impatiently, and his clear features were immediately exposed to the camera.

He gave a different vibe from Gu Qichi, but it was just as impactful.

His brow ridge was high, his eye sockets deep, and his phoenix eyes slanted upwards with long, narrow corners. Even though his face was tinged with sleepiness, there was an indescribable sense of satiation about him.

The audience was still wondering where this handsome guy came from when they saw Bo Yu sit up, bend down, and kiss the center of Gu Qichi’s forehead.

“WTF. Who is this? A gigolo kept by Gu Qichi?”

“WTF handsome, who are you?”

“Don’t tell me this handsome guy is Bo Yu… He’s not fucking old at all??!”

“Not only is he not old, he’s very young! And he’s so fucking handsome, how is he ugly?!”

“Gu Qichi’s face is showing now too. The guy just kissed him, so it must be his husband.”

The man they were discussing got out of bed wearing only loose pajama pants. He was shirtless, revealing tight, smooth muscle lines. His V-line meandered downward, disappearing into a mysterious, dormant territory.

“On his body…”

“I’m not seeing things, am I…”

“Probably not. Bite marks on his abs, hickeys on his Adam’s apple, both new and old scratch marks on his back. Fuck, is Gu Qichi this wild?”

“Fuck me, who would’ve thought I’d actually catch the aftermath of the last livestream here.”

“The production crew really hit the jackpot by accident. I love watching this, broadcast more.”

Bo Yu casually grabbed a T-shirt from the closet and pulled it over his head. But the moment he put it on, his gaze sharply fixed onto the camera in the bedroom.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“? Did he realize they’re livestreaming?”

“How could he tell? Impossible. Their group didn’t even receive the mission card from the crew.”

“But he was just staring dead at the camera, and his eyes were so scary…”

“Fuck, are you all focusing on that? Is nobody looking at his abs???”

“He has veins on his lower abdomen, ‘big tree with deep roots’ vibe. Gu Qichi is so lucky. [Doge][Doge]”

“His nose is pretty high too… like, does anyone get what I mean? [Husky][Husky]”

“I don’t really want to be the girl who instantly understands dirty jokes anymore, but Gu Qichi, I can only wish you ‘good pregnancy’ (good luck).”

Bo Yu quietly withdrew his gaze, glanced at Gu Qichi on the bed, and went into the bathroom.

Over ten minutes later, he came out fully dressed up, his face clear and handsome, and his eyes once again fell onto the overhead camera.

Bo Yu strode over to the bed. Gu Qichi was still asleep, eyelashes closed, a flush of red still present on his face, his eyelashes at the corners of his eyes sticking together damply.

The production crew had previously asked Bo Yu if they could attempt some bold innovations within reasonable limits.

Bo Yu had given an affirmative answer, quickly approving their proposal.

But he never asked about the crew’s specific arrangements, only mentioning not to leak Gu Qichi’s personal privacy, to which the crew agreed.

So, did this show start recording early?

He held the clothes he had prepared for Gu Qichi, including a piece of underwear.

He skillfully pulled back the blanket and ducked inside.

“What the hell is he doing, going back to sleep?”

“But he just washed up!!!”

“Ah this, is it what I’m thinking? Playing this wild first thing in the morning [Drool][Drool]”

Gu Qichi was still trapped in a dream when he suddenly felt his ankle being clamped down again.

The memory of being dragged back by the ankle while struggling last night surfaced in his muddled mind. Gu Qichi shivered uncontrollably and kicked the person under the blanket.

Gu Qichi: “Bo Yu, stop messing around.”

Gu Qichi: “I don’t want to do it anymore.”

He hadn’t completely woken up yet; his brows were tightly knit, his lower lip bitten by his teeth before he released it in pain.

“This couple really doesn’t treat us as outsiders. They can say things like this right in front of us???”

“Help, Gu Qichi is so beautiful! Help, I want a fragrant wife like this too!”

“I bet Bo Yu definitely bullied Xiao Chi again last night.”

“We’re all family here! Gu Qichi, wake up right now and tell us what you two did yesterday!!!”

Bo Yu’s movements were quick. In a few swift motions, he helped Gu Qichi put on his pajama pants and finally emerged from the blanket.

But Gu Qichi was inevitably woken up by Bo Yu’s actions.

The light shining through the window wasn’t very clear. The bedroom had been dim, but the beam of light hitting his face was still faintly dazzling.

Gu Qichi’s limbs were constantly being maneuvered by someone. He fluttered his eyelashes open, still a bit dazed about whether it was day or night.

After a moment, he completely woke up from his groggy state. Seeing Bo Yu in front of him, the blush-inducing and heart-pounding memories of last night instantly replayed in his mind.

Gu Qichi tilted his head up, his voice hoarse: “Why did you wake me up so early?”

One of his arms was being pulled by Bo Yu to put on a long-sleeved pajama shirt. During the movement, the blankets were completely tossed aside. He was about to kick them away when Bo Yu stopped and pulled the blanket back over Gu Qichi.

Gu Qichi: “?”

The audience in the livestream—

“Holy shit, holy shit, I told you he definitely knows they started filming! Did you see the way he looked at the camera just now? It was like he wanted to eat us alive.”

“Setting everything else aside, put ‘Bo Yu is an animal’ on the public screen first.”

“Bo Yu, animal.”

“Bo Huo, animal.”

“Fu Yu, animal.”

“Fu Huo, animal.”

“Are you guys playing a typo tournament here?”

“Gu Qichi’s collarbones and waist are covered in red marks, you can tell the ‘battle’ last night was intense.”

“Please look at Gu Qichi’s face! His tear tracks are still there, his cheeks are red. I bet one cent they did it until 3 AM last night.”

“Be bolder, I bet 5 AM.”

“Be bolder, I bet they’re going to continue doing it in a bit.”

“So, him ducking under the blanket just now was also to change Gu Qichi’s pajamas. This damn man even pulled the blanket up just so we couldn’t see Gu Qichi’s body.”

“Damn, what a vicious man. [Angry][Angry]”

“Bo Yu’s petty mind is smaller than a sesame seed! What’s wrong with letting me see my wife’s beautiful body?! [Crying][Crying]”

“Wifey, pant pant, wifey, gimme.”

……

“Keep the blanket covered, you’ll catch a cold.” Seeing Gu Qichi neatly dressed, Bo Yu carefully checked to ensure everything was proper before feigning a reminder, “The chances of you catching a cold today are too high.”

The livestream audience was naturally baffled, but only Gu Qichi knew what he was referring to.

Ever since the I Will Accompany You to the End crew announced the January 9th recording date, Bo Yu had been pestering him constantly lately.

His excuse was that once the show started recording, he wouldn’t have any ‘happy life’ left, so of course he had to enjoy it as much as possible during these days.

Gu Qichi couldn’t win arguments against him, and Bo Yu would put on a highly hurt expression. With half-hearted refusals and compliance, he inevitably indulged Bo Yu a bit too much.

Even the demands Bo Yu made yesterday, Gu Qichi endured the shame and fulfilled every single one, even messing around with him in the bathroom for two hours.

And he had the nerve to say this.

Gu Qichi couldn’t hold back and gave him a direct kick, landing on Bo Yu’s taut thigh.

Bo Yu wasn’t annoyed in the slightest; instead, he grabbed Gu Qichi’s slender ankle.

Bo Yu: “It’s my fault, don’t be mad, okay?”

He lowered his head and pulled Gu Qichi’s ankle closer.

Gu Qichi’s ankles were very beautiful, or rather, there was no part of him that wasn’t beautiful. The skin on his ankle was thin and fair, cyan veins spreading like branches, the metatarsal bones clear, slender, and prominent.

Bo Yu leaned in and gently placed a kiss on his ankle.

The bullet screen exploded again.

“Holy shit, the sexual tension between them is so strong boohoohoo.”

“He actually kissed his ankle! Ahhhh my kinks are exploding.”

“Stop talking, I beg you, aren’t they on the bed right now? Hurry up and DO IT!!!”

“Boohoo why do I feel like this bastard is doing this on purpose for us to see? Is he showing off his wife boohoohoo.”

“It seems like he really is… The grudge of stealing a wife is irreconcilable…”

“I’m going to his Weibo to spam comments: Gu Qichi is my wife! Gu Qichi is my wife!”

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, as if to confirm the livestream audience’s suspicions.

Bo Yu not only didn’t move his mouth away but also bit down, leaving a clear teeth mark on it.

The entire livestream room could hear his deep, hoarse voice:

“Wife, you can only be mine alone.”
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Author’s Note:

Bo Yu: I did it on purpose, what can you do about it?

Chi Chi: Bo Yu is so crazy, but I’m used to it. Why is it even a little cute?

Livestream audience: Boohoohoohoo can you spare a crumb of meat (smut) for me to eat?