Chapter 14: The FengYu Ship is Celebrating the New Year
Night fell.
The entire city quieted down.
Feng Yan was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the night view again.
Feng Yan really liked this spot. By turning his office chair around, he could see the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Feng Yan thought for a moment and sent a message to his manager.
{Help me look into some things.}
Feng Yan was doing well. He had previously acquired shares in his own agency and had now established his own company as the boss. He was basically free to do whatever he wanted.
{What is it?}
{Yu Weixi’s sasaeng fans, I have an address here, and also the rumors…}
Feng Yan slowly typed out a long paragraph.
Feng Yan felt that something was very wrong.
First of all, how did the sasaeng fans know Yu Weixi’s address? Yu Weixi had moved specifically because of this. Presumably, no one except his close friends in the industry would know. Theoretically, it was even more impossible for it to be leaked to fans and scalpers.
Unless… someone was deliberately trying to mess with him.
Secondly, although the rumor about Yu Weixi being a sugar baby was harmless, at most it was just a brainless smear campaign that anyone with a brain could see through. But the problem was… how was that photo taken?
This wasn’t an ordinary residential complex. Reporters couldn’t get in.
Even if a reporter was resourceful enough to get in, they couldn’t possibly get into the building, right? And be able to take a photo at such a close distance to Yu Weixi’s front door? And the security and surveillance didn’t notice anything?
Feng Yan frowned slightly.
He wasn’t worried about anything else, just the safety of the two little ones.
If they could take photos, did that mean that any dangerous actions would also be difficult to detect in time?
{Understood.}
After a moment, the manager suddenly sent a series of questions.
{Yan-ge, you’re quite concerned about Yu Weixi? Have you two made up?}
The tone was slightly probing.
The manager naturally didn’t want Feng Yan to hide anything, so that the PR team could react in time if anything happened.
Yu Weixi was already famous to the point of being infamous, and infamous to the point of being famous. But Feng Yan’s reputation and image were perfect both inside and outside the industry. Feng Yan’s status as a veteran and a Film Emperor was not suitable for the infamous-to-famous route. Therefore, his company’s PR and team were absolutely excellent in managing this aspect.
Feng Yan looked at the question and replied helplessly.
{When did we make up? Didn’t you see how fiercely he treats me both online and offline?}
Manager: {…}
Manager: {Fine, I’ll be blunt. You two aren’t dating, are you?}
Feng Yan: {How is that possible? I’ve said it before, I’m not dating.}
Feng Yan had mentioned in many interviews that he was not willing to date and had no one he was interested in.
Feng Yan’s life seemed to be filled with only work, honor, self-discipline, and control.
Manager: {I was overthinking it. I’ll look into what you’ve asked.}
After exiting WeChat, Feng Yan casually tossed his phone onto his desk.
The lights in the study were deliberately dimmed, creating a dim and quiet atmosphere. The monotonous black and white decor, the empty room, was a simple and solitary space.
Feng Yan was used to it. It had been like this since he was a child.
Dating…
How was that possible.
“How is that possible?!”
At the same time, Yu Weixi was also on the phone with his manager.
“Dating that old dog B?? Sister Na, you might as well kill me.”
On the other end of the line, Anna paused and said with a dry laugh, “I thought you two had made up.”
“Do we look like we’ve made up?!”
“I was just guessing… Xixi, you know how much traffic you have. Any little movement in your love life will shake the entire industry. Be cautious… Let’s not talk about Feng Yan, let’s talk about the sugar daddy rumor.” Anna said, “Who did you tell about your move?”
Yu Weixi paused for a moment before saying, “…A lot of people.”
“…”
“Ah…” Anna said without much hope, “How many is a lot?”
“All my friends.”
Yu Weixi actually had many friends in the industry and was very popular. Most people would think that for every person Yu Weixi’s Dylan Bot roasted, he made an enemy. But it was the exact opposite. The truth was, the number of people Yu Weixi had roasted was a measure of how many friends he had.
If he truly disliked someone, Yu Weixi wouldn’t even bother roasting them to give them traffic.
Anna was at a loss for words.
“My dear Xixi…! How can you be so silly!”
“…Sister Na taught me well.” This time, Yu Weixi was in the wrong, so he couldn’t be too sharp-tongued. After discussing a few countermeasures with Anna, he hung up.
“Daddy is dating!”
Niangao, sitting on the side, repeated what Yu Weixi had said earlier.
At this moment, Yu Weixi had already set up all the new things he had bought and was now snuggled up on the sofa with Niangao and Nuomi, watching TV to pass the time.
“Like them!” Niangao pointed to the romance drama playing on the TV, where the male lead was kissing the female lead.
“Little kids shouldn’t watch this, you’ll learn bad things!” Yu Weixi changed the channel with a blank expression.
Then another channel was playing one of Feng Yan’s previous arthouse films.
“Ah…! Yan-gege!” Niangao was already used to seeing his daddy and his daddy’s friends on TV. He said excitedly, “What is Yan-gege playing? Is he a good guy or a bad guy?”
Yu Weixi: “…”
So frustrating.
Is the TV also against me?!
Yu Weixi said perfunctorily, “You’ll know if you keep watching, Niangao.”
Yu Weixi stretched. He saw that his WeChat group had exploded, the constant messages making his phone vibrate non-stop.
It was the boy band group.
What’s wrong now…?
Yu Weixi took a look. The group was in a state of utter misery.
Yao Xuhe: Xixi! Oh, my Consort Xi has been abducted by the khan of the borderlands! I am heartbroken, I can’t read my memorials and I can’t eat!
Song Yiwen: Noble Consort Xi! How dare you cuckold me! I shall order your execution… no, I shall castrate that adulterer who drives a Mercedes-Benz!
William: Xixi!! When did you start dating, why didn’t you tell us!! Which bastard just stole our precious cabbage?!
An Yize: Is it Feng Yan?? Is it Feng Yan?! Fuck him for stealing our Xixi! How bold!
Yu Han: Xixi, is it a rumor or…? Do you want to ask Sister Anna to handle it for you?
Yu Weixi: “…”
Yu Weixi’s brow twitched.
He went on the Weibo hot search, and sure enough…
Fuck.
Yu Weixi exploded.
Fuck your mother, you reporters, are you sick in the head?!
@SixSevenEightGroup: The days of rumors and fan wars have finally come to an end! Yu Weixi’s true love… is him.
The accompanying picture was of Yu Weixi leaning half his body into a car outside the hospital, while Ji Shilin stood on the side, watching foolishly.
Since it was a paparazzi shot from outdoors, the photo was a bit blurry, but it didn’t stop everyone from recognizing the two figures.
Thus, the second annual All-Entertainment-Circle-Look-at-the-Picture-and-Write-an-Essay-Exam began.
—Passerby contestant: Damn, is this solid proof that he’s in a relationship?! This gesture is so intimate… LinliXiaoyu’s house has really collapsed. Yu Weixi left him standing there and hugged someone else.
—Yu Weixi’s fan contestant: Please, please, please zoom in on the picture! This isn’t necessarily a partner, okay? Can’t it be family? Do you see that little hand sticking out of the window? Isn’t that Xixi’s nephew, Niangao? Delusions are a disease that needs to be treated!
—LinliXiaoyu contestant: I’m shipping this so hard! If it’s Niangao, then isn’t it a family outing? Is the person in the car a driver or a family member?
—FengYu contestant: Wait! That car…
Congratulations to the FengYu contestant for becoming this year’s undisputed top scorer.
A shipper with 8x zoom had investigated and found that this was suspected to be Feng Yan’s car. Although the windows were tinted and the inside couldn’t be seen clearly, the license plate number was exactly the same as the one Feng Yan had been in before.
Feng Yan’s fans: “…”
Feng Yan’s fans: “What kind of human suffering is this.”
Yu Weixi also wanted to say, what kind of human suffering is this.
Although there was no solid proof yet, the FengYu Super Topic was already celebrating the New Year. The entire internet had almost tacitly agreed that he and Feng Yan had rekindled their old flame.
{I’m shipping this to death, shipping this to death QAQ. They met on the coast four years ago, and four years later, they still can’t forget each other. What kind of beautiful love is this, breaking up and getting back together, it’s still you.}
{So… Xixi took his pet for a check-up, and then Yan-ge was worried and came out with his nephew to pick up his wife?}
{A few days ago, it looked like the remaining fans of the FengYu ship were about to leave, but I didn’t expect a huge piece of candy to be dropped on their heads. Now, instead of decreasing, the number of fans has increased.}
{So the FengYu ship is a drama series.}
Yu Weixi was at a loss for words.
The WeChat group was still buzzing. His manager also said that this matter could only be handled coldly. Without solid proof, without Feng Yan’s face in the picture, they shouldn’t make a “rumor-style clarification.”
Yu Weixi: “…”
Yu Weixi: …Even if I die, even if I’m nailed in my coffin, I will still shout from my grave, with my decaying vocal cords: I! And! Feng! Dog! Are! Not! Possible!
At this moment, the fans in the FengYu Super Topic: Even if I die, even if I’m nailed in my coffin, I will still shout from my grave, with my decaying vocal cords: Feng! Yu! Is! Real!
