After Secretly Having the Film Emperor’s Child 2

Chapter 2: What Kind of Damned Fate is This

The car pulled steadily into the private parking garage of the high-end apartment complex. Yu Weixi fished out his key card with one hand and pressed the elevator button with the other.

He had just moved into this small apartment with his child and furniture a few days ago and was still unfamiliar with everything.

“Ding-dong!”

The elevator doors opened. Yu Weixi looked down, took out his key card, and stepped inside.

When he looked up again, he almost thought he had time-traveled.

The other man in the elevator was also stunned, staring back at Yu Weixi with his phone in hand.

Then, the man who was supposedly small-dicked and had photoshopped abs—Feng Yan—curled his lips into a smile. “Long time no see.”

Yu Weixi: “…”

Yu Weixi glanced down and saw that Feng Yan’s phone screen was on a Weibo post—the very one where Yu Weixi had roasted him with “All hail the Great Compendium.”

Yu Weixi sneered.

What kind of damned fate is this, to actually run into Feng Yan here and even end up in the same elevator.

Yu Weixi looked at Feng Yan with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

In person, Feng Yan was even more handsome than on screen. After all, an aura was something you could feel much more intensely face-to-face.

The tall man stood to the side, his entire being—from his white shirt and black pants to the look in his eyes—exuded the steady confidence of a mature man. Just standing next to him, one could feel an invisible pressure. It was a different feeling from the one Yu Weixi gave off. Yu Weixi’s prickly demeanor was like a flower on a high, cold mountain, whereas Feng Yan, though smiling and amiable, possessed an innate aristocratic air that silently but surely suppressed those around him.

Yu Weixi’s eyes swept up and down before he commented, “A well-dressed beast.”

Feng Yan raised a slight eyebrow and nonchalantly clicked on the video of Yu Weixi’s interview from the hot search list.

Yu Weixi: “…”

“I single-handedly support the entire film crew, carry countless starlets, feed millions of content creators…”

Yu Weixi’s arrogant voice immediately echoed through the small elevator.

Yu Weixi stared at Feng Yan, his face expressionless.

…Are you sick in the head??

Feng Yan stood beside him, watching the video with a smile before glancing at Yu Weixi. As if teasing a cat, he turned the phone’s volume up to the maximum.

“…Besides, Feng Yan’s acting isn’t that great either.”

“His mind is as small as his dick.”

The two of them stood in the elevator and listened to the entire interview.

Yu Weixi said coolly, “I didn’t realize Film Emperor Feng had such a fetish. Yikes.”

“And I didn’t realize the Dance King of Asia was so interested in my private parts.” After speaking, Feng Yan glanced down at Yu Weixi’s lower body with a matter-of-fact expression. He crossed his arms, a half-smile on his face. “Little friend, do you want to try it out?”

The elevator doors happened to open at that moment. Yu Weixi viciously flipped Feng Yan the middle finger, cursed him as a “two-faced hypocrite,” and left.

Feng Yan’s public image was that of a steady and reliable senior, a mature and upright successful man. However, Yu Weixi knew that in private, Feng Yan was a dirty scoundrel full of wicked ideas.

The dirty scoundrel followed Yu Weixi out and turned into the same hallway.

Yu Weixi turned back and said coldly, “Is Film Emperor Feng feeling unbalanced after being publicly exposed for having a small dick? Are you trying to silence me?”

Feng Yan blinked and held up a key card identical to Yu Weixi’s. “I live here.”

Yu Weixi: “???”

What??

Yu Weixi watched as Feng Yan stopped at the apartment two doors down from his own, swiped his key card, and opened the door.

A stampede of ten thousand alpacas galloped through Yu Weixi’s mind.

“Xixi, you’re back!”

Yu Han was standing by Yu Weixi’s door. He was also a little surprised to see Yu Weixi and Feng Yan return together.

He had originally intended to pay a visit, but he had arrived too early and couldn’t get in. He had no choice but to wait outside, holding two bags of groceries, only to be met by an enraged Yu Weixi and, trailing behind him, the ever-amiable Film Emperor Feng.

Yu Weixi strode forward and grabbed Yu Han by the collar. “You were the one who recommended this apartment to me.”

“…Huh?”

Yu Weixi bared his teeth. “You didn’t tell me Feng Yan lives here too.”

And just two doors down!

What the hell, is this supposed to give me a heart attack?

Yu Han: “Ah…??”

Feng Yan lives here too??

Yu Han’s face fell. “I didn’t know! I checked before, that apartment was empty before you moved in!”

What was done was done. Yu Weixi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

It’s just living in the same building, it won’t be a big deal. Our schedules aren’t necessarily the same, and there’s another apartment between us.

Besides, the reason Yu Weixi had moved was that his old place was constantly being harassed by sasaeng fans, and the house was too big and felt unsafe. The fact that the privacy-loving Feng Yan was living here now just proved that this complex was secure.

After they entered the apartment, Yu Han asked curiously, “Does Film Emperor Feng really live here?”

“What do you think.”

“Wow…”

What kind of damned fate is this.

“Let’s not talk about him. What are you here for?” Yu Weixi glanced at the bags in Yu Han’s hands and said coldly, “I’m on a diet. Get lost.”

“You’re so skinny, what the hell are you dieting for? Any thinner and it’ll be unhealthy. I’ll cook you a nice meal tonight. Yi and the others are coming over later to warm up your new place.”

“Fine, fine.” Yu Weixi couldn’t be bothered to argue with Yu Han.

Yu Weixi had started as a professional dancer in the US before returning to China, signing a contract, and debuting in a six-member boy band with Yu Han and the others. Although the group was now a group in name only, the members’ bond remained strong.

And Yu Han was still the group’s mother hen, just like before.

Yu Han walked into the kitchen with the bags, still muttering, “I see your place is missing everything… Look, you don’t even have a microwave. I’ll go buy you one later.”

Yu Weixi lay on the sofa with his feet up, playing on his phone. He grunted in acknowledgment.

He had barely bought anything for this move. The furniture and supplies gifted by his colleagues and group members were already enough to make the property management run several trips.

“Right, the things Yi and the others sent over can be brought up by property management tomorrow morning…”

“…There’s more?” Yu Weixi’s eyelids flickered open. He sat up and looked around his fully furnished small apartment. “There’s nothing else missing, is there? If you guys send any more stuff, my only empty practice room will have to be used.”

“Don’t worry, they’re all small items, small items. Ah… I also got you a pillow.” Yu Han’s smile suddenly turned a little strange. He looked at Yu Weixi with a grin. “You’ll like it.”

Yu Weixi’s eyelid began to twitch.

As if presenting a treasure, Yu Han announced, “It’s a life-sized body pillow of Feng Yan! Life-sized! Body pillow! The kind where he’s only wearing underwear!”

Yu Weixi: “…”

Yu Weixi: “Fuck you.”

Yu Weixi leaped off the sofa, grabbed a cushion, and charged at Yu Han.

“Who told you to buy something like that? Is your brain full of shit!”

Yu Han dodged and fled, shouting fearlessly, “Don’t you have a collection yourself? I saw it on your bed before!”

“I do not!”

“And the posters, the merch, the dolls…”

“Shut up!!”

Yu Weixi caught Yu Han, swept his legs out from under him, and pinned him to the floor, ready to beat him up.

Looking up at Yu Weixi looming over him, Yu Han, with his collar in a fist, quickly raised his hands and shouted, “It’s the limited edition!”

Yu Weixi’s fist froze in mid-air.

Yu Han continued, “It’s that limited-release Sakura Series! I had my little sister snag one for me!”

Yu Weixi lowered his fist and snorted.

Yu Han blinked, deliberately provoking him. “Of course, if you don’t want it, I’ll just have my sister return it… Oof!!”

In the end, Yu Han still got punched.

Yu Weixi was about to continue when he was interrupted by a soft, sweet voice.

“Daddy?”

Yu Weixi and Yu Han turned their heads to see the assistant standing at the door, holding the hand of a fair-skinned little boy.

Yu Weixi let go of Yu Han, knelt down, and opened his arms toward the boy. “Little Niangao, come here.”

“Thump, thump, thump.” Niangao rushed into Yu Weixi’s arms without even taking off his little backpack.

“Daddy!”

Yu Weixi had been away filming, and the little boy hadn’t seen his father in a long time. He had missed him dearly.

Niangao rubbed his soft cheek against Yu Weixi’s neck and said sweetly, “Daddy’s home.”

“Niangao, I told you not to call me Daddy. Call me Gege.”

Niangao had been photographed by the media before, and Yu Weixi’s official story was that Niangao was his nephew.

It was not only for Yu Weixi’s own reputation but also to protect Niangao.

“It’s fine.” Yu Han saw the assistant out, closed the door, and smiled. “I’m not a stranger. The little guy hadn’t seen you in days, he was even throwing a tantrum with me earlier.”

Yu Han was the only one who knew Niangao’s true identity.

“Oh?” Yu Weixi raised an eyebrow and pinched the boy’s cheek. “Learned how to throw tantrums, have we?”

Niangao lowered his head, pouting and refusing to look at Yu Weixi.

“It’s fine in front of Uncle Yu Han, but when the other uncles and aunties come over tonight, you have to call me Gege, understand?”

“Mmm!” Niangao nodded like a pecking chicken.

Yu Weixi picked Niangao up and kissed his forehead. “Daddy brought you a present from the US.”

Watching Yu Weixi and the child unwrapping presents on the sofa, Yu Han, who was washing vegetables, couldn’t help but smile.

After a moment, Yu Han couldn’t resist saying, “Feng Yan moved in next door to you.”

“So what?” Yu Weixi shot Yu Han a glare. “What, should I prepare a gift for my new neighbor?”

Yu Han frowned slightly. “Xixi, aren’t you going to tell him about Niangao?”

Yu Weixi’s hands froze.

Yu Han lowered his eyes and continued chopping vegetables. “Xixi, if you like someone, just tell them. This way you’re… Oww!”

Another cushion hit Yu Han in the face.

Yu Weixi’s gaze was ice-cold. “Keep talking nonsense and I’ll throw you out the window.”

Yu Han helplessly went back to his cooking.

“Like what?” Niangao looked up at Yu Weixi, blinking his big eyes.

“Do you like this present?” Yu Weixi shook the little dinosaur plushie in his hand.

“I like it!”

Yu Weixi ruffled Niangao’s hair.

Looking at the soft little child before him, Yu Weixi thought to himself, Thank god this child’s eyes and brows take after me, and his personality is completely different from that bastard’s.

He’s a little angel.