【?】
【This production team is too hilarious. There’s drama to eat every episode.】
【What did I just see??】
【Fu Le exposing himself??】
【Real-name self-exposure?!】
【Good, good, good. This production team is too interesting. There’s fresh drama every day.】
【So Fu Le, are you Wang Guichun or a Beta?? Then what about that Alpha who stared at an Omega and got forced out of the industry after you framed him!】
Fu Le was excitedly laying the groundwork in front of the camera when he suddenly noticed the chat barrage shifting direction.
【Did you… expose the wrong person?】
Fu Le turned the phone screen around, and his expression changed abruptly.
What was going on?
He had clearly opened the chat history just moments ago. He had clearly seen words filling the screen like “I miss him so much, I love him so much, I want to possess him, I want to mark him,” and the like.
But… why had it turned into this…
That inexplicable document that popped up detailed every single thing he had done.
Debts, selling a fake persona, pretending to be an Omega, framing an Alpha to leave the industry, and time after time attempting to lay hands on Yu Xi…
By the time Fu Le fled the live stream, it was already too late. Netizens were like human microscopes; even though the document only appeared for a few seconds with just a few keywords, they had already skinned him alive.
【Holy crap, the more we dig on Fu Le, the juicier it gets!!】
【He’s not a rich second-gen at all?? His dad ran off after racking up debts, and now he’s drowning in them!】
【Not a rich second-gen? Then what’s with all the posturing? Where’d the houses and cars come from?】
【Rented, all rented. I’ve wanted to say it for ages—it felt off. He doesn’t know cars at all. Where’d a garage full come from? Ask him, and it’s either borrowed or rented. You know that socialite car rental group chat, right? I saw Fu Le in there.】
【Omega is fake too? Fu Le, what’s real about you?】
【Isn’t faking a secondary gender illegal? That institution forging his is seriously criminal.】
【Reported. Wait to get arrested.】
【What about all those people he framed before? Totally wronged!!! I even stanned one, and they got cyberbullied out of the industry.】
【He tried to frame Yu Xi with the same charges before, but luckily our Fish Fish Teacher had the foresight.】
【Fuck, so disgusting. What the hell did I like before?】
Fu Le’s mind went blank. He hid in a corner, losing it, while the production staff helped shut down the live stream camera.
“Who’s investigating me? Who’s framing me?” He clutched the phone, frantically poking the screen, but the device that had been working fine moments ago wouldn’t turn on no matter what—a dead brick now.
Why had it turned into this?
He had only wanted to save himself. Why frame him?
Why dig a pit for him…
Who?
It was Yu Xi’s phone…
Yu Xi, Yu Xi…
Fu Le’s shoulders trembled. His entire face turned deathly pale as blood rushed to his eyes. He stood up dazedly, groped for the scissors he’d left nearby, and the next second, he charged toward Yu Xi’s room.
“Holy shit, are you crazy? Where are you going with scissors?!”
The staff stopped Fu Le in time. He struggled nonstop: “Let me go! I’m an Omega! I’m warning you, touching me like this will get you in trouble!!! Let go…”
“Slap—”
A crisp slap rang out.
A burning pain instantly flared on his face. Fu Le looked incredulously at the person in front of him. It was the director, who usually seemed so laid-back, but now didn’t hide his displeasure and anger at all.
The moment he saw Fu Le start the live stream on his own, he knew something was wrong. He called Fu Le immediately and sent people to stop him, but Fu Le had locked the door tight, refusing entry to anyone. On the phone, he even swore confidently: “Director, don’t worry. This time, I’ll bring you explosive traffic! This is my only way. Hope you give me some face.”
The director’s eyebrow twitched nonstop at those words.
Give a damn face! He could tell this guy was up to no good!!!
“I guarded against everything, but I didn’t guard against idiots like you who are both stupid and malicious. Self-exploding early was at least forgivable, but now you want to go berserk and ruin my show?”
“I was being used!!!” Fu Le grabbed the director, defending himself. “I’m a victim too!!”
“Used?” The director nearly laughed in anger. “If you didn’t want to stir shit, how could they use you?! You didn’t see through such an obvious trick?! You’ve been picking fights over and over! It was out in the open! They played you openly! You wanted to frame other guests! You started the live stream without permission! You spread rumors without verifying! You had the guts to act, but not to admit you’re stupid and evil?!”
“Take him out, send him to the hospital.” The director didn’t waste more words. He told the nearby staff, “Contact his agent. Prepare the breach penalty.”
Meanwhile, Yu Xi took a comfortable hot shower. When he came out, Fu Le’s live stream had ended. Netizens had stripped him bare based on those few lines. He leaned against the headboard, happily munching on the drama.
Truth be told, he thought Yi Chen’s plan was pretty obvious. Yi Chen had even blatantly told Fu Le the phone was problematic. As long as Fu Le used a bit of brainpower and curbed his scheming mindset even slightly, he could’ve easily avoided this total collapse.
When someone was determined to dig their own grave, not even the heavens could stop them.
Fresh out of the shower, Yu Xi hadn’t controlled his Pheromones much. The gardenia scent mixed with steamy body heat brushed past Yi Chen’s face, leaving him a bit dazed.
The “sister” he’d chatted with for so long was Yu Xi.
While Yu Xi showered, he’d gone through the chat history with 【Zhen Bu Chi Yumi】 again.
【Geng Shang Lou: Wuwuwu, I really love him so much. The key is, I just found out he likes me too. Do you know how happy I am!】
【Geng Shang Lou: They’re each other’s one and only! Inseparable!】
【Geng Shang Lou: My ex is a bit tsundere. Even if he realizes his feelings, he won’t tell me outright. He finds all sorts of excuses to dodge.】
【Geng Shang Lou: Then I’ll peel back the details bit by bit, shove it in his face, and force him to admit when he realized he likes me…】
【Geng Shang Lou: Tsunderes hate having their inner thoughts dissected. He’ll die of shame. Then I’ll snap a pic and set it as my wallpaper to stare at every day.】
【Geng Shang Lou: [Sinister][Sinister][Sinister]】
Yi Chen: QAQ
If the alt got exposed, he’d die miserably.
“What’s wrong? You’re so quiet?” Yu Xi saw Yi Chen hadn’t spoken, so he asked.
“Brain overload. Need to go emo and feel the world for a bit.” Yi Chen replied.
As he spoke, Yi Chen’s phone vibrated.
【V Blog Private Message Alert: Dear [Geng Shang Lou], the Yu Xi you’re following sent you a DM! Don’t miss it~】
Yi Chen held his breath and sneaked a glance at Yu Xi.
Yu Xi wasn’t paying attention, happily scrolling his phone.
Yi Chen carefully opened the private messages.
【Yu Xi V: [Picture]】
【Yu Xi V: [Shh.jpg]】
【Yu Xi V: Don’t spread it around.】
Yu Xi had picked a heart-hand photo where both their expressions were perfectly on point and sent it to 【Geng Shanglou】.
【Geng Shang Lou: !!!!!】
Yi Chen stayed calm on the surface, but his fingers madly saved, saved, saved, saved.
Die, then die.
Sugaring first!
–
The next day when they woke up, Fu Le had already been sent away from the hotel.
Last night, the director flew into a rage, terminating the contract overnight and demanding compensation for the breach.
The contract clearly stated guests must not fake anything, must not commit crimes, must not hijack production resources without permission. But Fu Le’s name was fake, his family background fake, even his secondary gender fake—his whole body piled with lies, ridiculously phony. The director was so pissed he didn’t sleep all night. Netizens gorged on drama all night, and many marketing accounts started recapping Fu Le’s past statements. It was lively the whole evening.
The third day’s schedule continued as usual.
The guests bid farewell to B University, split into groups of two or three, and did free roaming in B City.
On the bus to their destination, Yu Xi logged into his alt to munch drama and received a message from his good sister.
【Geng Shang Lou: Sis, are you still on the outs with your ex?】
【Really Don’t Eat Corn: Not really on the outs. Normal collaboration for now. Haven’t made up yet.】
【Geng Shang Lou: Actually, I think it’s better to just say it.】
The back seat wasn’t huge. Yu Xi and Yi Chen each leaned against a window. Before replying, Yu Xi glanced at Yi Chen.
Everything seemed normal.
Yu Xi typed.
【Really Don’t Eat Corn: Don’t know how to say it.】
【Really Don’t Eat Corn: Been really troubled lately. Got a Temporary Mark for some reason, and now I just wanna stick with him all the time.】
【Really Don’t Eat Corn: The Temporary Mark thing… Do you get like that too, sis?】
Yi Chen: “!”
Yu Xi noticed Yi Chen’s slowly turning gaze. He casually angled the screen inward more and said impatiently, “What?”
Yi Chen: “…”
How did you manage to tell your internet sis “wanna stick with him all the time” while acting annoyed right to his face?
Both tapped away on their phones. The car was unusually quiet. Xiao Liu in the front passenger seat felt terribly out of place.
Every time Yu Xi and Yi Chen were in the same car, they inevitably argued. But today… wasn’t it too quiet?
Xiao Liu turned back. Yu Xi and Yi Chen were each on their phones, thumbs flying like they were chatting with someone.
“Holy shit.” The driver’s exclamation suddenly came from upfront. “Whose green light is only 10 seconds?!”
Then came a screech of emergency braking.
Xiao Liu got flung hard by the seatbelt. As he whipped back around, Xiao Chen saw Yu Xi and Yi Chen move in perfect sync: first protect their phones, lock screens, pocket them seamlessly, then grab the handholds to steady themselves.
Xiao Liu: “?”
The whole day’s itinerary went very smoothly.
Wu Zhiqi seemed fully let-loose today, taking tons of photos with the guests. Without Fu Le, the show felt no different. The guests had long sensed Fu Le was off anyway. At meals, they’d mention him once or twice, but quickly moved on to other topics.
“Teacher Yi Chen seems really happy today?” Wu Zhiqi noticed Yi Chen’s expression.
Genuine happiness couldn’t be hidden. Even if he tried to play it cool, that smile at the corners of his eyes and brows wouldn’t go down.
“Am I?” Yi Chen lowered his gaze.
“Yeah.” Wu Zhiqi said. “Come look at the photos I took these past few days!”
Wu Zhiqi had brought a mirrorless camera and snapped loads. She transferred the past two days’ shots to her tablet.
Yu Xi shuttled through the basketball court, shirttails fluttering with his jumps; the lens captured Yi Chen teaching in class from outside the window, his expression especially focused; Fang Peng interacted with a professor on stage—rumor had it this young prof had once been in Fang Peng’s class; Wen Yimeng had dropped his usual aloof demeanor in the school. He was college-age anyway, and his eyes sparkled at the campus fixtures; Fu Le… Fu Le had collapsed. Couldn’t look.
Everyone had their moments: azure skies, the unique campus paths, noisy fields, quiet libraries, lively classrooms.
Wu Zhiqi took a sip of wine, cheeks flushing slightly. She raised her phone again for a group shot, laughing happily, though tears slipped from the corner of her eye.
“Why are you crying and laughing?” Fang Peng asked.
“I… I…” Wu Zhiqi looked at the director. He nodded approval and had staff switch the live stream to the host for an ad read.
The audience couldn’t hear their talk. Neither could Wu Zhiqi’s parents and brother.
“I’m leaving tomorrow.” Wu Zhiqi said. “Saying goodbye to everyone.”
Fang Peng and Wen Yimeng looked surprised at the news.
Fang Peng: “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Wu Zhiqi said. “I only signed for four episodes.”
Fang Peng’s brow furrowed slightly: “Your parents…?”
“No, no.” Wu Zhiqi waved it off, giggling. “I’m going abroad to keep studying! My mom and dad… they don’t know!”
The fourth episode of <Weekend Go Where> didn’t go entirely smoothly.
Fu Le’s scandal stayed hot. Most netizens mocked him, though some fans cried foul about framing.
At first, diehard true fans insisted Fu Le was framed, that he had his reasons. But that very night, paparazzi caught Fu Le naked, crawling onto some middle-aged tycoon’s bed. The tycoon wanted nothing to do with him now and kicked him out.
In his hotel room, he wailed tearfully, “Daddy, forgive me,” sobbing his heart out.
The fans’ last shred of sympathy vanished completely. V Blog turned into a massive unfollowing scene, and some fans even gave away Fu Le merchandise for free, too lazy to bother pricing it.
Yu Xi caught up on the latest gossip back at the hotel.
He and Yi Chen still had to stay in B City for another day or two.
On the road, Yu Xi dozed off for a bit. Just before they got off, a sharp sting suddenly pierced the back of his neck, and his body heated up abruptly.
—The symptoms of Secondary Differentiation were coming again.
His uncooperative body was occasionally quite obedient.
At least it never acted up during a live stream.
Yi Chen caught a faint whiff of gardenia scent in the air around them.
The vehicle door slid open, and then the hotel room door slammed shut. The two crashed against the door, their gardenia and peppermint pomelo scents intertwining inseparably, blending together under the lights, as did their shadows.
When the pheromones injected, his entire body went tingly and numb. Yu Xi felt his knees weaken and tried to pull away, but Yi Chen steadied his waist while sinking his teeth firmly into the gland.
This Temporary Mark lasted much longer than the previous ones. It felt too good, too pleasurable; his mind grew foggy. By the time Yu Xi came back to his senses, he had no idea how long he had been nestled in Yi Chen’s arms.
“I…” Yu Xi paused, stunned.
Something was poking him.
“I got poked too,” Yi Chen said in a low, aggrieved tone.
Yu Xi: “?”
Yu Xi looked down.
Yu Xi: “!”
His ears instantly turned bright red. He shoved Yi Chen away and sprang back, his tongue tripping over itself. “G-Go… go take a shower!”
“I’ll head back to my room.” Yi Chen stood up and steadied Yu Xi’s shoulder, slowly leaning down.
Amid heavy breaths thick with peppermint pomelo scent, Yi Chen captured Yu Xi’s lips. A faint metallic tang of blood spread between their mouths.
He had just bitten through Yu Xi’s gland.
Now, with that same sharp tooth, he gave Yu Xi another light nip, his voice soft and his breathing heavy. “Get some early rest, A-Yu.”
