Sickly Bigshot CH 31 The Forced Kiss
Translated by The BL Muse (ko-fi)
This was truly unexpected.
Countless netizens had speculated wildly, guessing everyone from A-list celebrities to obscure unknowns, but no one had imagined that the "mysterious guest" would be Qin Yancheng!
[Is that really Qin Yancheng? How is this possible...]
[Oh my god, we finally get a close-up of Qin Yancheng’s god-tier face! I can’t believe it!]
[Who convinced Qin Yancheng to join a reality show? They’re a saint! Let me bow to them!]
Screams erupted one after another, flooding the comments section with a chaotic sea of "AHHHHHH!"
Qin Yancheng was notoriously low-key, and there were very few clear photos of him online. Many people didn’t even recognize him at first glance.
After all, more famous than his face were his staggering wealth, his business sector legends, and his reputation as the "pinnacle of high-quality men" in the eyes of countless admirers.
So when he appeared, everyone was stunned—though for different reasons.
Those who didn’t recognize him were baffled by the sudden frenzy in the comments:
[Damn, with looks and presence like that, how is he not famous yet? Is he a newbie?]
[Who is this nobody? Never seen him before. Another sugar baby riding on their sugar daddy’s coattails?]
Meanwhile, those who did recognize Qin Yancheng were equally shocked:
[To the person above: That is the sugar daddy himself! The real Qin Yancheng!]
[How much did they pay to get Qin Yancheng here? He could fund a dozen shows like this with a flick of his wrist!]
[Wait, maybe it’s not about money. Have you considered... he might be here for someone?]
[You mean... for Shi Zhou?!]
[Holy shit, is this really just a "sugar daddy" relationship? Even as a boyfriend, this is next-level devotion!]
Shi Zhou couldn’t see the live comments, but he didn’t need to—he was just as stunned as everyone else.
Thanks to strict upbringing and excellent acting skills, he managed to keep his composure despite the internal screaming. He pretended to be completely unfazed, as if he’d known all along.
Though he had no idea why Qin Yancheng, who should be resting and recovering, would come here to exhaust himself, the show must go on. Shi Zhou naturally stepped forward, positioning himself beside Qin Yancheng as if this had all been prearranged.
Qin Yancheng calmly greeted the camera. "Hello everyone, I’m Qin Yancheng."
He rarely dressed so casually, and the show’s styling softened his usual intimidating aura, making him seem more approachable. Shi Zhou caught a whiff of Qin Yancheng’s faint cologne and glanced at him, suddenly struck by how much he resembled a proud, aloof white cat lazily narrowing its eyes.
The microphone returned to the head director, Xin Jing, who asked seriously: "President Qin, what made you accept our invitation to join Real: Zero Distance as a surprise guest?"
Qin Yancheng replied, "I think everyone has already guessed."
His expression remained neutral, and he wasn’t one to feign affection. But to everyone’s surprise—especially Shi Zhou’s—he suddenly reached out and wrapped an arm around Shi Zhou’s waist!
The audience dropped their metaphorical melons in shock. The anti-fans dropped their keyboards.
Was Qin Yancheng openly acknowledging his relationship with Shi Zhou?!
As if perfectly timed, the trending topics instantly shifted. Entertainment media and gossip accounts exploded like loaded weapons finally unleashed:
#QinYanchengAirportAnnouncement
#QinYancheng:DoINeedtoPayYoutoDateSomeone?
#ChengZhouShipIsReal
#RomanceLikeADrama—GiveTheScriptToTheBoss
#QinYanchengProtectingHisWifeIsSoHot
The combined effect was staggering. Qin Yancheng’s actions—joining the show "for Shi Zhou"—paired with the earlier airport footage of him shielding Shi Zhou while coldly asking the media, "Do I need to submit a relationship report for your approval—or should I start cutting you paychecks?"—was earth-shattering.
Shippers were in a frenzy. The ship they’d quietly supported, constantly dismissed as "the least likely to be real," was now undeniable.
Of course, while the flood of explosive videos shocked everyone, behind the scenes, Qin Yancheng’s hand on Shi Zhou’s waist was actually clenched in a fist, not truly resting there, and he seemed slightly uncomfortable.
Shi Zhou’s face was a little red. He’d always been bold with words, but when it came to Qin Yancheng, things were different.
Any physical contact made him involuntarily recall that bizarre moment in the bathroom when Qin Yancheng had pinned him to the floor, naked. The more he thought about it, the hotter his face grew, his mind conjuring up an entire erotic novel.
Just being near Qin Yancheng made his brain auto-write smut, so now he couldn’t even crack dirty jokes or get too close without embarrassment.
The two of them stood there with an odd tension until Shi Zhou broke the silence, turning off his waist mic and whispering reproachfully, "Qin Yancheng, didn’t the doctor tell you to rest?"
He’d just narrowly escaped death a few days ago. Joining an outdoor reality show now was undeniably worrying.
—But honestly, Qin Yancheng’s appearance was too satisfying.
Shi Zhou could practically see the anti-fans’ faces after being slapped with the hardest, loudest rebuttal possible.
The public opinion tide had turned instantly. All the "sugar baby" accusations became laughable, with others now retorting, "Dirty minds see filth everywhere!"
"When you cyberbullied Shi Zhou, did you have any real evidence?"
"You slandered him first, then escalated to insulting his parents. Sounds like you’re the ones who grew up without parents."
Most anti-fans fell silent, while a few, unwilling to admit defeat, grumbled:
"It’s all fake! Just marketing. They’re obviously pretending!"
"Even if it’s real now, they’ll break up soon. Zero chemistry!"
Comments like these weren’t rare. Whether they’d noticed something or were just lashing out in frustration was unclear.
Xin Jing, the only outsider who knew their relationship was fake, felt a twinge of guilt watching the comments. He thought: Fine, if you doubt my ship, I’ll just add more romantic segments and drown you in dog food!
Sure, forcing Qin Yancheng to play along might get him punched, but it was all to shut the haters up.
In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Maybe he could even turn this fake relationship real?
But the show had to go on. Xin Jing cleared his throat and announced, "Let’s start with a warm-up game. You’ll need to retrieve ten glass marbles from a ‘terror box’ as quickly as possible. Those who draw the same item will team up. Your completion time determines the difficulty of your next challenge."
"Oh, and if you can guess what’s inside your box, you’ll get a 15-second time reduction!"
The guests drew lots to choose their boxes. When it was Shi Zhou’s turn, he reached for a stick—only to see Xin Jing behind the camera, frantically wiggling his eyebrows like a dancing seaweed-covered bun.
Shi Zhou was confused, trying to decipher this abstract, avant-garde hint.
But it was too cryptic. Giving up, he tentatively picked a stick labeled "No. 3." Xin Jing’s devastated expression told him he’d chosen wrong.
As the countdown began, everyone nervously reached into their boxes.
Shi Zhou’s first impression was damp.
Whatever was inside felt like it had been fished out of water—slimy, thicker than a finger, and covered in rough, scaly texture. The cold, creeping sensation made his skin crawl.
Worse, it was alive, slowly squirming and even trying to climb onto his fingers.
Shi Zhou bit his tongue. His imagination ran wild, conjuring up some long, unknown creature—maybe with rows of tiny, needle-like teeth.
The thought alone made him shudder. Outwardly calm, internally he was screaming. What the hell is this?! Trying to gross me to death?!
Nearby, Yang Yuxin suddenly let out an exaggerated shriek. "Ew! What is this? It’s so disgusting! Slimy and alive! It’s all mucus, ahhh!"
Already on edge, Shi Zhou nearly jumped out of his skin. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on finding the marbles, but Yang Yuxin’s dramatics made it even harder. He wished he could muzzle him.
Desperate for distraction, Shi Zhou glanced at Qin Yancheng.
Qin Yancheng had one hand steadying the box, the other calmly retrieving marbles. His movements were effortless, as if his box were empty except for the glass beads—no hesitation, no fear.
Shi Zhou relaxed slightly. Even if I didn’t understand Xin Jing’s hint, he and Qin Yancheng have been friends for over twenty years. They must have some understanding.
If Xin Jing wanted them to pair up in teams of two, then his and Qin Yancheng's tasks should have been the same. Since Qin Yancheng wasn't afraid, perhaps whatever was inside, though alive, wasn't actually scary.
Shi Zhou tried to console himself this way, suppressing the creeping dread as he forced himself to keep searching for the glass beads. He had no choice but to push aside that cold, scaly living creature, all while enduring Yang Yuxin's exaggerated horror sound effects in the background.
"Congratulations to President Qin for completing the task first, with a time of forty seconds. Did you guess what was inside the box?" Xin Jing announced.
Qin Yancheng took the wet wipes handed to him by the staff, meticulously wiping each finger five or six times, as if thoroughly disgusted.
His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out as he answered Xin Jing's question—
"Correct answer! Reward time of fifteen seconds, reducing the total time to twenty-five seconds!"
Shi Zhou turned to Qin Yancheng in confusion, eager to know what he had said. Why had he answered so quietly, like some secret code?
The live chat exploded the moment the cloth covering the box was lifted and Qin Yancheng reached inside:
[This is too terrifying, I can't watch]
[The production team went too far, this is really scary. Even I turned into a meme just watching through the screen]
[Will Qin Yancheng feel scared afterward if he finds out?]
[Damn, he knew what was inside! What a beast]
[Just watching through the screen gives me goosebumps. Our President Qin is truly ruthless]
[Ahhhh, my ship is sailing! Qin Yancheng deliberately didn’t say it out loud just now!]
[What do you mean? I was wondering why he didn’t say it aloud]
[It’s for Shi Zhou! If he didn’t say it, Shi Zhou might not be as scared. Oh my god, so thoughtful! The ChengZhou ship is real!]
[Pfft! It’s obviously fake, just acting for the show. You shippers will latch onto anything! How could Qin Yancheng possibly know for sure that he and Shi Zhou would be paired up? Was he watching the live stream too?]
Yang Yuxin's exaggerated screams suddenly stopped.
After a brief silence, he let out an ear-piercing, blood-curdling shriek!
He yanked his hand out and jumped around frantically, shaking his arm and wailing, his voice cracking with fear: "Mine's a snake too! Mine's a live snake! No way! I'm out!"
—He was standing close to Qin Yancheng and had caught the silent word "snake" on Qin Yancheng's lips.
Shi Zhou froze. So Qin Yancheng's box had a snake inside?
Wait... why does the thing against my hand also feel like a snake?
But he was only puzzled, unable to tell if it was just psychological suggestion messing with him.
Yang Yuxin's reaction was so intense and certain—it seemed more likely that his box actually had a snake. Could it be that the rigged draw had failed?
If so, then heaven wasn’t on their side—Yang Yuxin would end up paired with Qin Yancheng!
He had seen the behind-the-scenes arrangements. Tan Zhi and Li You's agencies had already agreed to team up and push a ship for marketing purposes. The ideal groupings were Shi Zhou with Qin Yancheng, Tan Zhi with Li Xiao, leaving Yang Yuxin to pair with Guo Chenming.
Qin Yancheng walked to the front of the box, passing Yang Yuxin with a slight frown. The crying and wailing clearly annoyed him, and he didn’t bother hiding his impatience, even on camera.
The scene was beyond ridiculous:
Yang Yuxin was sobbing while touching a few motionless sea cucumbers, screaming about snakes.
[This is ridiculous. Either his hands don’t work, or his brain doesn’t.]
[Our Yu Xin is still young, just turned eighteen. It’s normal for him to be scared.]
[More like his brain is underdeveloped. If you’re going to hog the spotlight, at least do it right. This crying act is just cringe.]
[I thought Shi Zhou might just be a pretty but useless face, but he didn’t even flinch while touching a snake. My impression of him just improved.]
[The calm duo! Both of them look so unbothered!]
Qin Yancheng approached Shi Zhou's box, where snakes of black, white, green, and yellow colors coiled and slithered, flicking their tongues and wrapping around Shi Zhou's fingers.
Shi Zhou only appeared calm. After the little snakes repeatedly coiled around his fingers, the eerie sensation grew unbearable. He couldn’t help but whisper, "Hey, what’s actually in here? I think mine might be a snake too?"
Qin Yancheng asked, "Are you afraid of snakes?"
Shi Zhou stiffened, then gravely replied, "Don’t tell me... it really is a snake?"
There wasn’t much he feared—not darkness, ghosts, or even rats. But snakes? Absolutely terrifying.
Qin Yancheng noticed Shi Zhou's pupils dilate slightly in fear. Despite his bravado—"Of course I’m not afraid, it won’t bite anyway"—the last three words lacked conviction. The more he spoke, the more his scalp prickled as he imagined the thing coiling around his wrist was a snake...
Shi Zhou's entire body broke out in goosebumps, his scalp tingling. He bit his tongue discreetly, desperate to find the remaining beads and pull his hand out.
But the more panicked he was, the harder it became.
Qin Yancheng watched for a moment before turning to Xin Jing. Xin Jing, under Qin Yancheng's accusatory gaze, quickly gestured innocently—"I really tried to hint that he shouldn’t pick this one!"
"Can I take his place?" Qin Yancheng asked.
Shi Zhou looked up, thinking that blatantly breaking the rules wouldn’t fly. He steeled himself—just five more beads. Come on, you can do this!
Xin Jing saw a chance to redeem himself and cheerfully addressed the audience. "Normally, no. But since I’m a director who listens to the audience, let’s put it to a vote! Show me the comments—"
The shippers, realizing their moment had come, flooded the chat:
[Yes yes yes!!!]
[Quick! Let Qin sir protect his wife! Ahhh!]
[President Qin is so doting, my heart is melting!]
[Let President Qin step in! My crush may be taken, but at least I get to feast on sugar!]
[Xin Jing, you sly dog! Bet you’re a ChengZhou shipper too!]
Xin Jing happily obliged. "Looks like everyone’s eager for President Qin to take over!"
Qin Yancheng rolled up his sleeves and said softly to Shi Zhou, "I’ll do it."
Shi Zhou, seeing the plan actually work, didn’t stubbornly insist. Relieved, he immediately withdrew his hand, cheering on his "savior". "Go for it, Qin sir! You got this!"
[Oh my god, those three words—"I’ll do it"—have me swooning!]
[Mama asked why I’m suddenly rolling around laughing! Hehehe]
[I’m in love! ChengZhou is REAL!!]
[You guys are seeing things. Qin Yancheng sounded totally indifferent.]
[Private jet rides, personally accompanying him to the show—if this is indifference, I’ll take a dozen of these "indifferent" boyfriends.]
[I love how Shi Zhou is a real man. Even when scared, he toughed it out without being dramatic. New fan here!]
[Especially with that crybaby next to him bawling over sea cucumbers. Thanks for the contrast, I guess.]
Qin Yancheng reached into the box, and Shi Zhou circled around to look—inside were snakes of various vibrant colors and patterns, their tongues flicking as they swayed their heads.
Shi Zhou shuddered, quickly averting his gaze, too afraid to look any longer.
Nearby, Tan Zhi raised his hand. "I found all ten beads!"
Xin Jing announced, "Congratulations, Tan Zhi! Time: one minute forty seconds. Any guesses on what’s inside?"
"I think... hair? Or maybe fabric strips?"
The actual contents were tangled seaweed of different varieties, making it a reasonable miss.
Yang Yuxin outright refused to put his hand back in. Shi Zhou walked over and saw him weeping over a few sea cucumbers, sniffling and even blowing a snot bubble in his exaggerated distress.
The sight was so absurd that Shi Zhou, never one to resist laughter, burst out giggling.
He quickly realized that laughing at someone like that wasn’t very polite, so he coughed twice to cover it up. But the situation was just too ridiculous, and he had a habit where the harder he tried to hold back, the more he wanted to burst out laughing. The fact that he didn’t actually cackle out loud was already a courtesy to Yang Yuxin.
Yang Yuxin, perhaps due to his youth, seemed determined to play the delicate flower act.
He seemed utterly unaware of how problematic his attention-grabbing antics were. Though he'd successfully become the center of attention as desired, the path of "notoriety over reputation" was truly inadvisable—this kind of behavior could only earn him a place in the biodiversity catalog of mythical creatures from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
When Shi Zhou laughed at him, he started wailing even louder with exaggerated distress. Qin Yancheng, evidently irritated by Yang Yuxin's noisy performance, coolly commanded, "Quiet."
Yang Yuxin's fans, long accustomed to this persona, saw nothing unusual about his behavior. Instead, they rushed to his defense:
[How mean! Ganging up on our Yuxin—one laughs at him, the other yells at him.]
[What’s so funny, Shi Zhou? You needed Qin Yancheng to bail you out too!]
[Not funny? Sea cucumbers and snakes are totally different. And Shi Zhou didn’t cry even when terrified.]
Qin Yancheng retrieved the last bead, once again meticulously wiping his hands. He frowned at Xin Jing. "Did you wash these?"
Xin Jing nodded emphatically. "Yes! Many times, I swear!"
If he’d scrubbed them eighty-one times just for Qin Yancheng’s germaphobic standards, this show would’ve been over before it started.
Guo Chenming and Li You finished their tasks shortly after. Xin Jing, clearly unwilling to indulge Yang Yuxin’s theatrics, announced the results:
"Congratulations on your successful pairings! Team One: Qin Yancheng and Shi Zhou. Team Two: Tan Zhi and Li You. Team Three: Guo Chenming and Yang Yuxin."
By the time they arrived, it was already afternoon. With the season’s early sunsets, the sky was a fiery red, casting golden ripples over the sea. Shi Zhou couldn’t resist snapping a few photos.
Today was just the "prelude" filming—a small game to divide the teams. The real challenge began tomorrow. As a live variety show, they needed ample buildup.
But Qin Yancheng and Shi Zhou’s presence had already set the show ablaze.
Shi Zhou had assumed pretending to be boyfriends wouldn’t be too challenging. Even with haters scrutinizing their every move, the afternoon had passed smoothly.
Because as long as they shared the frame and interacted naturally, the audience’s rose-tinted lenses would supply the sugar.
—But when faced with the single bed in their room, Shi Zhou retracted that thought instantly, petrified.
He had to share a bed with Qin Yancheng?!
Worse, the cameras were still rolling. He couldn’t even react without breaking character.
Qin Yancheng, ever unreadable, showed no outward reaction. But given his habit of locking his bedroom door at home—and Shi Zhou’s suspicion that he might be homophobic—his internal turmoil was likely just as intense.
No need to ask—this was probably just as shocking for him.
But the two shared a rare moment of understanding, neither addressing the elephant in the room as they busied themselves unpacking. Surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn’t awkward.
Most of the work fell to Qin Yancheng. If left to Shi Zhou’s domestic skills, chaos would’ve ensued.
While Qin Yancheng organized, Shi Zhou chatted with viewers. "You can still see me because you’ve switched to my personal cam, right?"
Private cams required extra payment. Usually, only devoted fans paid, but Shi Zhou also had haters—determined to expose his fake relationship or just hurl abuse.
Instead of ignoring them like most celebrities, Shi Zhou grinned. "How polite of you to pay before insulting me! Did you know I get a cut? Thanks for sponsoring me! Hahaha!"
Haters: "......"
Shi Zhou added, "I will use that money to treat myself and live a long life—at least several more decades."
The fans, who had originally been locked in a fierce argument with the haters, instantly burst into laughter. Seeing the haters unwittingly line the pockets of the very person they despised the most—and even being mocked as “delivering gifts to his door”—everyone immediately felt there was no point in getting worked up over these rabid haters anymore.
With that, everyone’s attention shifted away from the haters and turned to what they cared about most: the relationship between Shi Zhou and Qin Yancheng.
[Show us some ChengZhou moments! Feed us dog food!]
[Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!]
Qin Yancheng, nearly done, asked casually like he normally did, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"
Distracted by the chat, Shi Zhou answered without thinking, "Tomato beef brisket, and fried pork tenderloin!"
Qin Yancheng gave a faint "Mnn" and called for ingredients.
Shi Zhou was used to this. When Aunt Zhang wasn’t around, Qin Yancheng would cook and ask for his preferences.
Truthfully, Qin Yancheng could make anything delicious—even Shi Zhou’s detested celery became palatable in his hands. It was almost a waste he wasn’t a chef. It was too bad he rarely cooked though.
Snapping back to reality, Shi Zhou asked, "What were we talking about?"
But the chat had already erupted:
[Oh. My. God. Qin Yancheng cooks at home?! So sweet! So doting!]
[Where’s the domineering CEO and sweet wifey? Though Shi Zhou doesn’t seem very "wifey"... But President Qin COOKS?!]
[Did President Qin become a househusband for love? Then we gladly hand over our Zhouzhou to you!]
Shi Zhou admitted, "Actually, he doesn’t cook much at home—"
[Oho! Cohabitation! Already like an old married couple!]
[Back to the main point—we want a kiss!! Don’t play hard to get, or I’ll kneel and beg! Zhouzhou, please~]
The chat exploded with demands for a kiss. Shi Zhou teased, "That’s not for kids! Use your imaginations... Oh, you’re adults? Still no!"
[Is Zhouzhou afraid of teasing President Qin and getting ravished? Heehee~]
[This reminds me of that fanfic author who writes the smuttiest stuff. Where’s she been? I miss her.]
[Same! Secret code... Airship?]
Shi Zhou froze, realizing he hadn’t fed his "little perverts" in days.
The past few days had been nerve-wracking because of Qin Yancheng’s sudden illness, and he hadn't been in the mood to produce content. But now, inspiration was flowing like a spring—especially after Shi Zhou had accidentally been pinned to the bathroom floor by Qin Yancheng. At this point, Qin Yancheng was like a walking inspiration power bank—Shi Zhou only had to touch him and his mind would instantly overflow with spicy smut ideas.
But unfortunately he was without his laptop, and typing on his phone was torture. Not only did his inspiration dry up in front of the phone, typing for too long on it caused his thumbs to hurt.
At most, he could snap some photos of Qin Yancheng and pretend they were passerby shots for the fans.
As he skimmed the chat, one comment stood out:
[Can you bring President Qin to more shows? We can’t get enough!]
Even Qin Yancheng’s fans, who’d once accused Shi Zhou of clinging to fame, now viewed him more favorably. Without Shi Zhou, Qin Yancheng would never have joined such a show.
He rarely attended even financial magazine shoots or press conferences, deeming them pointless.
This was a rare treat—a whole week of Real: Zero Distance, with private cams offering nonstop Qin Yancheng.
Pair it with Shi Zhou’s cam, and it was double the joy—360 degree access to their idol.
Shi Zhou flicked his high ponytail, wondering—indeed, why had Qin Yancheng agreed to this?
Just then, Qin Yancheng coughed—likely from steam irritation. Remembering he’d just been discharged, Shi Zhou hurried to the kitchen. Qin Yancheng, without turning, said mildly, "Fried pork’s on the table. Eat if you’re hungry."
"Not hungry. I heard you coughing—you okay?" Shi Zhou whispered near Qin Yancheng’s ear. "Also, why did you join this show? To support Xin Jing's director work?"
The audience assumed it was "love," but Shi Zhou wasn’t that delusional. Qin Yancheng wouldn’t drop everything to fly cross-country for him. But realizing Xin Jing was the director had cleared things up.
Qin Yancheng paused mid-stir, turning and repeating expressionlessly, "Support Xin Jing's work?"
Shi Zhou patted his shoulder, still whispering lest the cam caught it. "Didn’t take you for the loyal type. Sign me up as your bro too."
Qin Yancheng’s ear tingled from Shi Zhou’s breath. Frowning, he was about to say sonething only to be cut off by another cough. Shi Zhou patted his back soothingly. Qin Yancheng covered his mouth. "Dinner’s soon. Wait outside."
The fans couldn’t hear their whispers, but the angle made it look like Shi Zhou had kissed Qin Yancheng. The chat went wild yelling things like ear kisses are too tame! Go for the lips!
Qin Yancheng cooked a feast but barely ate, likely due to poor appetite post-illness and lingering discomfort. He only sat politely as Shi Zhou ate, keeping him company.
Shi Zhou, on the other hand, wished he could eat more slowly—because once dinner was over, he’d have to face a headache-inducing dilemma: there was only one bed, and not even an extra blanket. How were they supposed to sleep like this?
But no matter how slow he ate, the inevitable still came. After showering and changing into his pajamas, Shi Zhou decided to climb under the covers first. After all, in another hour the cameras would be turned off, and once they’d wrapped up the day’s “performance,” he could talk with Qin Yancheng about how to deal with the sleeping arrangement.
Lying on the bed and scrolling through his phone to kill time, Shi Zhou turned his head and happened to catch sight of Qin Yancheng putting on his gold-rimmed glasses. He couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances—he looked so good. The limited-edition version of Qin Yancheng had made another appearance.
Even after seeing it so many times, he still found the temptation hard to resist. Sure enough, the chat agreed:
[God! So handsome! The ultimate "elegant villain" archetype!]
[Screenshot! Why is the camera fixed? Move closer!]
[I wanna possess Shi Zhou and see Qin Yancheng up close!]
Shi Zhou grinned. "Want HD photos? I’ll snap some later and post them for everyone to appreciate."
Qin Yancheng, setting up his laptop at the desk, asked, "What HD photos?"
Shi Zhou teased, "HD shots of whoever’s handsom—" He cut off abruptly, eyes widening in horror.
Qin Yancheng only wore glasses when using his laptop!
The night Shi Zhou had discovered Qin Yancheng’s collapse, he’d meant to delete his Weibo login and browsing history.
But Qin Yancheng’s near-death experience had made him forget entirely.
Now, watching Qin Yancheng power up the laptop, Shi Zhou panicked.
Why did he bring this laptop?!
—No, no, no! He couldn’t let Qin Yancheng use it now! The records were still there!
The sheer embarrassment if Qin Yancheng discovered his... creative writing was unimaginable.
Worse, they were live. Thousands would witness it. Even if Qin Yancheng just read his Weibo handle aloud, his secret identity would be exposed in front of the entire internet, leading to social suicide.
Shi Zhou bolted upright like he’d been electrocuted. Qin Yancheng startled, turning to ask what was wrong.
"...It’s so late. Are you working?"
Shi Zhou was so nervous his cheeks burned. His brain, overwhelmed by shock and embarrassment, completely shut down—he couldn’t think of a single way to stop Qin Yancheng from using the laptop.
The screen had already lit up, casting a glow on Qin Yancheng’s face, with the bridge of his tall nose casting a sharp shadow. Qin Yancheng looked over, puzzled, through his glasses. He watched as a suspicious flush spread over Shi Zhou’s fair face. The next moment, Shi Zhou jumped barefoot off the bed with a thump, rushed to the desk, and slammed his hand down over Qin Yancheng’s—still holding the mouse!
Shi Zhou’s panicked brain could only recall the fans' barrage of comments just now—“Kiss him kiss him kisskisskiss!” In a burst of desperate inspiration, he reached up and pulled the glasses off Qin Yancheng’s nose, then grabbed his collar with his other hand—
And kissed him hard on those sharp, thin lips.
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AN: Onlookers: As expected, a little perv with a history of stealing kisses will always relapse!
Qin Yancheng: [completely baffled].jpg