Chapter 21: I Don’t Like Luo Yucheng!
At the police station, the sasaeng fan was detained and locked up, while Yu Weixi and Feng Yan gave their statements at the front desk.
Nuomi’s carrier was placed on the side, and Niangao was being held by Yu Weixi, watching his phone.
While waiting at Yu Han’s place, Yu Han had downloaded many educational videos for him to watch.
Of course, there were also videos related to Yu Weixi, downloaded at Niangao’s request.
Yu Weixi: “…”
Yu Weixi watched as Niangao, in his arms, held the tablet and watched The Coast’s Solitude. He said helplessly, “Why are you watching this? Can you even understand it?”
“I want to see Daddy.” Niangao blinked. “I’ve seen all of Daddy’s dramas.”
After watching for a moment, Niangao pointed at Feng Yan. “It’s Yan-gege!”
On the tablet screen, the man in the black and white shirt was walking on the coast.
Yu Weixi glanced at it and then looked away, frowning. “Turn it off. Watch it at home.”
Watching this in front of Feng Yan, fuck, how embarrassing.
It felt like watching a pornographic film of himself with the other party. It was really too stimulating.
Niangao obediently turned it off.
Feng Yan, on the side, smiled as he watched the two of them.
After they finished giving their statements, the police officer sternly reprimanded the man.
“Just a reprimand? No other measures were taken??” Yu Weixi asked the police officer with dissatisfaction.
“Ah… well, we will give him a warning and tell him not to harass you again.”
“That’s it??”
The police officer explained, “Did that gentleman cause you any actual harm?”
Yu Weixi gritted his teeth. “He sent me underwear, twice. I don’t know what he brought today, but he also tried to attack me.”
“But the end result is that he did not cause you any actual physical harm. On the contrary, he was injured by you and the gentleman beside you.”
Yu Weixi: “…”
Yu Weixi: “???”
“In other words,” Yu Weixi sneered, “he can walk out of here safely today, right?”
The police officer explained, “He did not commit any criminal offense, so, yes.”
Yu Weixi was furious.
Niangao is still at home. What if this sasaeng comes again in the future? Is it just his bad luck??
Feng Yan leaned over and reminded him, “Didn’t he steal your things?”
Yu Weixi was taken aback, then became even angrier. “I burned them!”
And even if he hadn’t burned them, how much could a pair of underwear and an undershirt be worth?
Feng Yan paused, remembering the box the sasaeng fan had brought earlier. He got up and went to open it.
“Wow.”
Feng Yan said to Yu Weixi, “Come and see.”
After opening the box, inside were ten pairs of C-brand underwear.
Yu Weixi: “…”
Feng Yan: “Yours?”
Yu Weixi: “…Mmm.”
Yu Weixi explained, “These were a gift from them after I endorsed their clothes.”
Celebrities were living advertisements, especially someone like Yu Weixi. Manufacturers would send him clothes from time to time.
And this box of underwear was a gift from the brand, along with clothes and a jacket, after an event last week. After the event, Yu Weixi had stayed at the hotel to rest. He had thought he had lost this box, but he hadn’t expected… it to be stolen again.
Fuck.
And they’re new!
“Alright then, let me calculate.” Feng Yan held back his laughter. After calculating, he said to the police officer, “That gentleman stole ten pairs of underwear with a total value of three thousand five hundred and twelve yuan. May I ask if we can sue?”
Police officer: “…”
The police officer’s eyes widened. Are celebrities so rich now, wearing such expensive underwear??
As expected of a celebrity.
“You can.” The police officer looked at the underwear curiously. “Causing loss of others’ property, with a value of less than four thousand yuan, is punishable by fifteen days to six months.”
Yu Weixi: “…”
Yu Weixi’s mood was a little complicated.
The final result was that the sasaeng fan couldn’t pay the fine and was about to be detained in jail for five months.
On the way home, Feng Yan sat in the passenger seat, holding Niangao, and sighed, “The sasaeng behavior didn’t cause anything, but those ten pairs of underwear sent him to jail for five months. Little Dance King, your underwear is really valuable.”
Yu Weixi: “…”
He didn’t really want to talk.
“Underwear!” Niangao repeated, “Daddy’s undies are very valuable!”
Yu Weixi said with a blank expression, “Niangao, don’t learn bad things from your Uncle Yan.”
“Right.” Yu Weixi asked Feng Yan, “Did you go find that sasaeng in the back when I was giving my statement?”
Feng Yan nodded.
“What did you say?”
Feng Yan answered honestly, “I asked him how he knew your home address.”
Yu Weixi paused.
“And then?”
“He said someone sold it to him. I talked to him a bit. It seems to be someone from the industry.” Feng Yan frowned slightly. “And the person who sold it to him didn’t take any money. It seems they just wanted to cause trouble for you. But that person used a burner account, so we can’t find out who it is.”
Yu Weixi’s eyes narrowed. He said as he drove, “Ha, it’s not like I haven’t offended enough people. Who knows which one it is? Anyone is possible. For example, the bastard who’s recording the show with us now is one of the suspects.”
Yu Weixi said this deliberately, deliberately mentioning Luo Yucheng to make Feng Yan unhappy.
After all, Feng Yan liked Luo Yucheng.
Feng Yan frowned slightly. “Luo Yucheng?”
“Yeah, your little baby.”
Feng Yan also sneered, “I wouldn’t dare. That’s your little baby.”
Yu Weixi looked like he was about to puke.
Feng Yan leaned over, his brow furrowed.
He did think that Yu Weixi liked Luo Yucheng, but after two days of recording, it seemed… a little different from what he had thought?
Could it be that he really just hates him?
Feng Yan got straight to the point, “Don’t you like Luo Yucheng?”
“…???”
Yu Weixi’s eyes widened, even more shocked and incredulous than if he had heard that Feng Yan was actually a woman. He turned his head and looked at Feng Yan as if he were looking at an idiot.
“Feng Yan, is your brain fried?”
Feng Yan raised an eyebrow. “You don’t like him?”
“I’d have to be blind or stupid to like Luo Yucheng!” The news was so shocking and absurd that Yu Weixi was angered to the point of laughing. “Do you think I’m like you?! A perverted old man with no brain, no eyes, and no taste! Disgusting! You’re the one who likes Luo Yucheng, your whole family likes Luo Yucheng! You pig!”
Feng Yan: “???”
Niangao looked at the two who had suddenly started arguing again. He looked up blankly at Yu Weixi, then at Feng Yan.
Why are they fighting again?
Feng Yan was also angered to the point of laughing. “Do you think I’m like you? A little kid who doesn’t know anything, being tricked by a pretty and smart little white flower.”
Yu Weixi was so angry he even did an impression, “Who’s being tricked?! Aren’t you old men the ones who like that type the most! Oh, Feng Yan-gege, I don’t know anything. That kind.”
Feng Yan: “…”
Feng Yan was killed by Yu Weixi’s “Oh, Feng Yan-gege” and stared at him foolishly.
“Truly worthy of being the flower of China.”
After a pause, the old man said as such.
Then the next moment, he saw Yu Weixi brake and pull over to the side of the road.
Yu Weixi: “Get out of the car.”
Cold, and ruthless.
Feng Yan: “???”
Yu Weixi took Niangao and pointed at the car door with a sneer. “Get out of the car!”
Feng Yan pointed at the pitch-black sky outside. “You’re just going to leave me here? Aren’t you worried I’ll be harmed by some thug?”
Yu Weixi crossed his arms. “Oh, isn’t our Film Emperor a high-dan in Taekwondo? Shouldn’t I be worried about the thug’s safety?”
In the end, Feng Yan was kicked out of the car by Yu Weixi.
The night was dark and the wind was high. A cool breeze blew, and there was no one around.
Feng Yan stood on the side of the road, lamenting that he might be the most miserable Film Emperor in history.
He had originally wanted to have a truce, to make peace. How did it…
Feng Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Alright, now forget about making peace. They couldn’t even ride in the same car back peacefully.
But…
Feng Yan looked in the direction the car had left and thought, so the little Dance King really doesn’t like Luo Yucheng?
Have I been misunderstanding something all this time?
It seems he really just purely dislikes Luo Yucheng.
That’s right. The little Dance King has a straightforward personality. He would definitely dislike someone like Luo Yucheng. Plus, Luo Yucheng had also offended Chu Qing.
On the other side, Yu Weixi, who was driving, was also thinking.
So Feng Yan really doesn’t like Luo Yucheng?
Impossible, right?
Then why before…
Yu Weixi frowned slightly, unable to figure it out.
“Daddy… why didn’t you let Yan-gege ride in our car?” Niangao tugged at the corner of Yu Weixi’s sleeve, also unable to figure it out.
Yu Weixi pouted.
…
On the other side, just as Feng Yan was about to make a call, he saw Yu Weixi’s car return.
Feng Yan was very moved, feeling that the little Dance King was like a rose. Although he was covered in thorns, the flower itself was soft!
Oh!
The soft rose Yu Weixi rolled down the car window and pointed at a car that was approaching in the distance. “I called a Didi for you.”
Feng Yan: “…”
Yu Weixi took a screenshot of the Didi interface on his phone and showed it to Feng Yan, smiling. “Good luck, Film Emperor. Good night.”
With that, Yu Weixi drove away again.
Feng Yan: “…”
