Leaving the parking lot and heading upstairs, just as the young model had said, above the restaurant was a five-star hotel.

The moment they entered the room, Lin Xuan abruptly embraced Clemens and kissed him directly. The blond director’s eyes widened, still somewhat resistant, but in no time, he lowered his head and kissed those soft lips, his arms firmly locking around the other.

Clothes littered the floor, strewn from the entrance to the living room, with the last piece landing at the bedroom door. Before long, suppressed gasps and low moans emanated from the room, faintly mixed with a hint of crying. Then, Clemens was heard instinctively saying in English, “Sorry…”

“Keep going…”

The sound of the bed shaking never stopped. They had checked into the room in the middle of the night, and they kept at it all night long.

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It was nearly eleven the next morning. Scorching sunlight poured through the gaps in the curtains, falling upon Clemens’s divinely handsome face, making his golden hair shine even brighter. He groggily opened his eyes to see that the young man beside him had already sat on the edge of the large bed at some point and was putting on his shirt.

Clemens curved his lips, lazily lying on the bed, admiring the slender, pale back slowly being covered by clothes. After Lin Xuan finished dressing, he turned on his side, propping his head with one hand: “What do you want for lunch?”

Lin Xuan leaned over to pick up the snake-shaped bracelet lying by the bed. As he put it on, he replied, “The restaurant’s downstairs; you can eat whatever you want.”

Having just experienced a very satisfying night and finally caught such a hard-to-get lover, Clemens was in a great mood. He lay on the bed, uncharacteristically caring as he asked, “Then what do you want to eat?”

Lin Xuan looked up at him: “What I eat has anything to do with you?”

Not noticing the sarcasm in the remark, the acclaimed director, who had filmed countless commercial blockbusters about heroes and beauties, said, convinced he was being considerate, “We’ll eat whatever you want. We’ll go down together later.”

“Mr. Holt,” a voice tinged with a smile sounded, Lin Xuan chuckled, “Why do you want to eat with me?”

Clemens was suddenly taken aback, unable to understand what the other meant.

After tidying his cufflinks, the handsome and adorable baby-faced pop king blinked innocently and said with a smile, “It was just a one-night stand, Mr. Holt, you didn’t take it seriously, did you? I heard from James that you Hollywood folks are even wilder than us Chinese in this regard. You should understand the rules of the industry, right? Oh, and last night I was the one on the bottom, I don’t really want to be responsible for you. If you insist on me being responsible… then let’s go by the industry price.”

Picking up his phone from the living room, Lin Xuan said, “Give me an account number, I’ll transfer you 100,000. That’s basically the rate for a top gig.”

Clemens was still completely bewildered: “What are you talking about?”

“Give me an account number, Mr. Holt. Since you insist on me being responsible, I’ll calculate it for you at the industry rate for hiring a male escort.”

Explicit and blunt words came from that soft, baby face, creating a strange sense of contrast. Lin Xuan stared earnestly at Clemens, who was still lying on the bed. As time passed, Clemens’s face turned increasingly ashen. He got up to get dressed, and Lin Xuan patiently waited for him, holding his phone.

After Clemens finished dressing, he walked over and grabbed the young man’s hand: “You don’t want to be with me?”

Lin Xuan was surprised: “Why would we be together?”

Clemens’s fingers slowly tightened. He was so angry he gnashed his teeth, but the young man in front of him looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, “You don’t even understand one-night stands, you’re too innocent.” 

Clemens stared intently at that face, no matter how he looked, he couldn’t imagine that the owner of this innocent, youthful face would be someone who casually engaged in one-night stands.

There was a truth in what Lin Xuan said earlier: when it comes to promiscuity, Hollywood circles are far more terrifying than Chinese circles.

Directors like Clemens, who only wanted to make money and were exceptionally arrogant, were after all a minority. He had a friend, also a popular young director in Hollywood in recent years, who spent his days hosting parties in several villas in Beverly Hills. Sometimes these parties would last for a month, with countless young celebrities and supermodels entering and leaving them.

Young men and women came and went, some even being carried out and then sent to private hospitals.

The regulars of such circles were mostly second and third-tier celebrities and models, as well as some directors, producers, and singers. Many of them were indiscriminate, playing in a life-threatening way, for example, a young model was actually played to death three years ago.

The Chinese singer in front of him shouldn’t be that extreme, but he might be like James, a playboy who lives for pleasure. Not promiscuous, but with many “female friends”—that’s James; what would Lin Xuan be like?

At the thought of that possibility, Clemens felt a surge of anger from who-knew-where. He glared fiercely at Lin Xuan, who, however, still stared at him with a blank expression, seemingly not understanding what he was so angry about.

Various furies surged within him. In the end, Clemens bit out a sentence through clenched teeth, then turned and left. 

His Chinese was indeed excellent; each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he used immense self-control to keep himself from strangling the person in front of him.

“I originally thought you were someone worth loving, Lin Xuan, you’re very, very good! Don’t ever appear before me again!”

“Bang—”

The loud slam of the door made the entire room tremble slightly. Clemens quickly left the room, but the only person left inside didn’t react much. Lin Xuan draped his torn and unwearable jacket over his arm and walked towards the entrance. Along the way, he turned off all the lights in the room. When he reached the door, he bent down to change his shoes.

In the large, quiet room, only the ticking of the clock echoed.

The young pop king expressionlessly finished putting on his shoes. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly pulled at a wound on his back. He stumbled painfully, hitting the wall. This hurt even more. Lin Xuan fell to the ground, his thighs uncontrollably twitching and trembling in pain.

He hadn’t done it for fourteen years, and the last time was also with this person. 

Westerners’ sizes were truly considerable; even back then, when he was eighteen and in good physical condition, he bled all over the sheets. This time there was no blood, but the pain had not diminished at all; only in the latter half of the night did he feel genuine pleasure.

However, that pleasure was like a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the core.

As long as he opened his eyes and saw the person on top of him, no matter how hot his body became, his heart would always remain cold.

“First time meeting…” A hoarse voice softly echoed in the room.

Lin Xuan sat on the floor, leaning slightly against the wall, weakly looking down at the ground. 

A tear rolled down his cheek, landing on his pants, quickly spreading a dark stain. Lin Xuan raised a hand to wipe away his tears, then suddenly threw the phone in his left hand, smashing it hard against the mahogany door. The phone immediately fell to the ground, breaking into three pieces.

“Damn you, first time meeting! Clemens Holt, why the hell don’t you just die!!!”

Disregarding the wound on his back, the enraged pop king frantically smashed the wall, bruising his fingers until faint streaks of blood seeped out. He started by cursing in Chinese, then switched to English, then French, and even Japanese, cursing in multiple languages.

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Half an hour later, Lin Xuan calmly went downstairs to check out and drove away.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened. No one in the world would ever know that a rising Hollywood director and a Chinese pop king spent an entire night together in that hotel. The two parted on bad terms, one returning to America to continue filming his blockbuster, the other preparing for the final leg of his global tour.

Since they said they’d never see each other again, they truly didn’t.

Lin Xuan remained in China. He had more free time after his tour, occasionally recording new songs, but mostly resting and traveling. Coincidentally, Wen Xuan and Jennifer also had a vacation, and the three hit it off, heading directly to a small island for a holiday.

Regarding this, Wen Xuan even teased him in their chat group: 【Jennifer and I are going as a bestie group, Er Mu, what’s your status for joining us?】

Not long after, Lin Xuan angrily replied: 【What, what? This private island was borrowed from Rong Rong. If you’re so capable, then don’t come with me!】

【Wen Xuan: Who needs you to borrow it~ I’ll ask Rong Rong myself, let’s see if he lends it to me.】

【Wen Xuan: Rong Rong Rong Rong Rong Xu~ Lend me the island~ Rong Rong~】

【Wen Xuan: Rong Rong?】

Over half an hour later, someone in the chat group finally replied—

【Rong Xu: Sorry, Sister Xuan, just finished a wrap party, didn’t see the message. But Qin Cheng’s island has already been lent to Er Mu, it wouldn’t be good to lend it to you again, would it? Why don’t you personally ask Qin Cheng for his opinion?】

【Wen Xuan: …】

【Wen Xuan: Rong Rong, you’re simply too naughty! You’ve become completely uncute!!!】

【Lin Xuan: Hahahahaha, I love you the most, Rong Rong =3=】

Seeing Lin Xuan’s message, Rong Xu raised a hand to rub his throbbing temples, remembering what Old Holt had just told him. He hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t resist sending Lin Xuan a private message:

 【Have you and Clemens met recently? Clemens Holt.】

A long time passed, and Rong Xu didn’t receive an answer. He didn’t think much of it and put his phone back in his pocket, only to be pulled into conversation by Old Holt again. It wasn’t until two in the morning, after the wrap party ended, that Rong Xu returned to his hotel room and received a reply.

【Lin Xuan: Clemens Holt? No, I don’t know him well, why would I meet him.】

【Rong Xu: Oh, I see… Right, I just asked casually. Today, Lance said his son has been acting very strange recently. Although he always offended people before, he’s offended particularly many lately, all for inexplicable reasons. So I just wanted to ask if you knew what happened to him.】

【Lin Xuan: Oh, I don’t know him well, I don’t know.】

After replying, the young man lying on the beach sunbathing suddenly stood up, angrily looking at the slender actress not far away: “Sister Xuan! Didn’t you say this shrimp was grilled for me? You gave it to Jennifer again, I’m not having it! You can’t bully me like this! You only think of Jennifer, you bully me!”

Did whatever that person did have anything to do with him?

Even if he died, it had nothing to do with him.