Qin Weichu frowned at him, "Why is your taste in people so strange?"
Lin Qiong spoke, "You're not bad either."
Qin Weichu was excited, "I genuinely like you!"
"I genuinely like someone like that too."
"..."
Seeing the rejection, Qin Weichu looked at him in silence for a while. Then, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Lin Qiong.
Lin Qiong was puzzled, "What's this for?"
Qin Weichu took a deep breath, "If you won't be in a relationship with me, then I can only support you."
"Support me for what?"
"Support you in being in a relationship with me."
"..." Lin Qiong looked at the young master in front of him with a numb expression. "Why do you think I would agree to be supported by you?"
Qin Weichu didn't hesitate, "Didn't you say you like someone with money?"
Lin Qiong raised his hand and pushed the card back to him. "I refuse."
"The money from my recent few movies is here. It's a considerable amount. I advise you not to lose sight of the big picture because of my age. Moreover..."
"Moreover, what?"
"I will get older in the future."
Qin Weichu's words had just fallen, and he saw the other party being very stubborn, quickly stuffing the card into his pocket. "I don't want it."
"Why?!"
Only to see Lin Qiong pull out a gold card from his pocket. "Because I have plenty of money."
"..."
"Do you dislike me that much?"
Lin Qiong spoke with a gentle tone, "Indeed, to some extent."
"What exactly do you dislike about me?"
"Your breathing."
"..."
Lin Qiong earnestly continued, "I dislike your bad temper, your arrogance, your lack of manners, and your lack of compassion..."
Qin Weichu interrupted, "Stop."
Lin Qiong looked at him, "What's wrong? I haven't finished yet."
He thought the other party would struggle to find one or two flaws from his perfect self, but he didn't expect to hear a list.
"That's enough," Qin Weichu said, gritting his teeth. "So, you won't agree to anything I propose today, right?!"
Lin Qiong looked serious, "Not tomorrow either."
Qin Weichu glanced at him, "Then I'll come the day after tomorrow."
"..."
Lin Qiong thought silently for a moment, "That works too."
Qin Weichu was surprised, "Really?"
Lin Qiong nodded.
Qin Weichu was somewhat excited, "Then you wait for my confession the day after tomorrow."
Saying that, he turned and left with enthusiasm.
Lin Qiong sighed in relief at the departing figure. If he hadn't said that, he might have been stuck here for much longer.
When Lin Qiong returned, Wang Cheng asked, "Where did you go? I couldn't find you just now."
"Someone was looking for me."
"Who?"
"Qin Weichu."
Wang Cheng was surprised, "Why did he look for you?"
Lin Qiong didn't plan to tell anyone about Qin Weichu confessing to him. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. It could also be considered giving face to Qin Weichu. "I appreciate his nostrils."
"..."
Even though the reason was absurd, it oddly seemed convincing.
Qin Weichu came back in high spirits, and Qin Heng remarked, "Stimulated after being rejected."
Qin Weichu glared at him, "Not at all."
Qin Heng was surprised, "Did he agree?"
"Well, no."
Qin Heng understood, "That's still normal."
"What?!"
"Nothing," Qin Heng looked at him, "What are you planning to do next?"
"I'll confess to him again the day after tomorrow."
"Qin Heng was puzzled, why the day after tomorrow?"
"Because he rejected me before."
"You didn't use the method I taught you?"
Qin Weichu felt a bit down, "I did, but he didn't agree."
Qin Heng raised an eyebrow, "Did he feel insulted by the offer of financial support?"
"He said the money was not enough."
"..."
Qin Heng took a deep breath, "Can't you add a little more?"
"But he said he already has enough money."
Qin Heng looked bewildered, "Well, great."
In the next two days, Qin Weichu was in an excited state.
On the appointed day, he woke up early, dressed in a suit, styled his hair, pocketed the confession notes, and went to the film set early.
"Good morning."
The greeted staff were startled; it seemed like the young master was possessed by a ghost today, actually initiating a greeting.
Qin Weichu waited left and right, but he didn't see Lin Qiong until noon.
Unable to endure it any longer, he found the stylist in charge of Lin Qiong, "Where is he?"
The stylist who was stopped looked confused, "Who?"
"Lin Qiong!"
The stylist replied, "He left last night."
Qin Weichu frowned, "Where did he go?"
"Home."
Qin Weichu: "Why did he go home? Is there something wrong at home?"
Stylist: "No, nothing like that."
Qin Weichu: "When will he be back?"
"He's already finished filming, why would he come back?"
Qin Weichu: !!!
After wrapping up the filming, Lin Qiong politely bid farewell to the crew and returned to the city in a rush.
When he arrived home, it was already 2 a.m. Lin Qiong entered using the passcode, carrying his suitcase, and quietly made his way inside.
The next morning, when Fu Xingyun came downstairs, he saw a lump huddled on the sofa.
Fu Xingyun approached and took a look. At that moment, Lin Qiong, who heard the sound, squinted slightly and greeted, "Good morning."
Fu Xingyun: "When did you come back?"
Lin Qiong showed no intention of getting up. "Last night."
Fu Xingyun frowned. "Why are you sleeping here?"
"Too tired, didn't feel like going upstairs."
The moment Lin Qiong entered the house last night, it felt as if all his strength had been drained. Staring at the stairs was like looking at towering mountains.
"I can't climb up."
Fu Xingyun was about to say something when, in the next moment, the person lying on the sofa grumbled, "Can you help me get a blanket?"
Without a word, Fu Xingyun turned around and rolled away.
Seeing him leave, Lin Qiong buried his face in the pillow, intending to continue sleeping.
No blanket, no problem. I can sleep anyway.
After a while, he felt a weight on his body. In his drowsy state, he opened his eyes and saw a blanket covering him.
It had a faint and pleasant fragrance.
Lin Qiong tilted his head slightly, squinting his eyes, and smiled. "Thank you."
When he was fully awake, it was already past ten in the morning. Lin Qiong sat up from the sofa and, upon closer inspection, realized that the blanket covering him wasn't his own but belonged to Fu Xingyun.
He first took the blanket to his own room, tidied up, changed clothes, and then went to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches.
Lin Qiong stood in front of the study door and knocked. "Xingyun, it's me!"
The man's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Lin Qiong walked in and placed the sandwiches on the table. "Eat some. They are freshly made."
Fu Xingyun looked at the dark circles under Lin Qiong's eyes. "Why didn't you come back today?"
Lin Qiong shyly lowered his head. "I wanted to see you sooner."
He then looked at Fu Xingyun's expression. "Don't you believe me?"
Fu Xingyun replied dryly, "No."
Lin Qiong scowled. "I see a hint of guilt in your eyes."
After a moment of silence, Fu Xingyun got straight to the point. "Why did you come back overnight?"
Lin Qiong spoke frankly, "I encountered some trouble at the film set."
Fu Xingyun frowned, "What kind of trouble?"
"Love trouble."
"..."
Lin Qiong continued, "There's an actor in the cast who confessed to me..."
Lin Qiong hadn't finished speaking when he heard Fu Xingyun interrupt, "Did you agree?!"
"Of course not. I already have you, and besides..."
Fu Xingyun raised an eyebrow, "Besides what?"
"In the entertainment industry, thinking about love is detrimental to one's career."
"I have a strong sense of professional ethics." Lin Qiong patted his chest, "So, I'm married."
"..."