After Secretly Having the Film Emperor’s Child 3

Chapter 3: Life-Sized Body Pillow

That night, it wasn’t just his group members who came over; many of his industry colleagues showed up as well. Yu Weixi’s small apartment was lively for quite a while, and he received a great many gifts.

The crowd partied until midnight before leaving. After cleaning up, Yu Weixi went to bed with Niangao.

Niangao had his own room, but whenever Yu Weixi came back from a business trip, the boy would cling to him, wanting to sleep together.

In the master bedroom, the walls were covered with posters, and on the bed were two life-sized body pillows.

“Daddy, I saw this gege today.” Niangao hugged a pillow and pointed to the person on it. “When I came home from school, I saw gege watering flowers two doors down from our apartment.”

Yu Weixi grabbed the pillow and stuffed it under the bed, saying sternly, “Then Niangao has to keep a secret. You can’t tell him about the pillows and posters, okay?”

Yu Weixi felt he had miscalculated.

He really hadn’t expected that he and Feng Yan would end up living in the same building.

“Why?” Niangao snuggled into Yu Weixi’s arms and tilted his head.

“Because… because if that gege finds out, he’ll get angry. He’ll tie Niangao up and send him to outer space.”

Niangao was frightened.

“I definitely won’t tell him!” Niangao clutched Yu Weixi, still shaken. “I don’t want to be separated from Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

After Niangao fell asleep, Yu Weixi pulled up the covers, sat up, and leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.

…

…!

Whoa, Feng Yan responded!

For the past three years, Yu Weixi had been trying his best to provoke him, but Feng Yan rarely responded. Maybe he replied today because they had argued in the elevator?

Yu Weixi opened Weibo and saw that Feng Yan had reposted his “All hail the Great Compendium” tweet.

Actor Feng Yan: From King (王) to Compendium (全), it’s just the addition of a roof, but it adds the responsibility of guardianship. To guard my Kadylan, and to guard you. // @DylanLovesToDance_: All hail the Great Compendium!! // @SeaKingOfficial: Long-awaited, we finally have you. All hail the Great King!

The comments section exploded.
{Wuwuwuwu yes!! Lord Sea King will protect his Kadylan Sea! My gege is so dedicated!}
{Oh my god, so handsome! So suave! I’m in love with this kind of Sea King.}
{Wow, such high EQ. As expected of the Film Emperor.}

Not only were Feng Yan’s fans and movie buffs excited, but the FengYu shippers also interpreted it in their own way and went wild.
{Yan-ge confessed ahhh, I’m not sleeping tonight!! Our Xixi really is the one who understands Yan-ge the best!}
{Yan-ge said he wants to protect Xixi and give him a home! Can any writer give us a fic about them living under the same roof?}
{Are you shipping-addicts out of your minds?? Film Emperor Feng is talking about protecting the female lead and the country in the drama. It’s about the drama, okay?}
{Agreed, the tension is so thick, are the shippers blind?}
{The person above has probably never been in love. Oh my god, what is this publicly-bickering-but-secretly-flirting plot? They’re supposed to be roasting each other but it’s a long-distance confession??}

Yu Weixi: “…”

In love with your ass.

Yu Weixi reposted again to prove to the world (and the shippers) his discord with Feng Yan:

DylanLovesToDance_: Hypocrite.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yan was online and replied in seconds.

Actor Feng Yan: You too.

Yu Weixi: “…!”

Whoa, he cursed back!

Like a disgraced concubine who had suddenly regained the old emperor’s favor, Yu Weixi immediately summoned the system.

“Feng Yan cursed at me.”

System: “Hmm…?”

So?

Yu Weixi: “Tally up the dark energy.”

This dark energy system had a mechanism: the more influential a person was, the more dark energy they could provide.

To put it bluntly, if an ordinary person roasted Yu Weixi with negative emotions, he would get one point of energy. But if someone with a hundred fans roasted him, he could get a hundred points at once. This meant that if Feng Yan, who had millions of fans and countless movie buffs and casual followers not counted on Weibo, was angered by Yu Weixi and retaliated, Yu Weixi would hit the jackpot.

But Yu Weixi was careful with his roasts, usually provoking fans instead of his colleagues. Therefore, apart from targeting that idiot Feng Yan, it was hard to get such a lucrative opportunity.

System: “Reporting to Host, no dark energy from Feng Yan has been detected.”

“…?”

“None?”

“Correct, still none.”

Yu Weixi felt that this world was truly fucking bizarre.

For the past three years, Feng Yan had mostly ignored him. But even when he did retaliate, the system never detected any negative emotions.

Is Feng Yan’s mentality really that good?? He’s not angry or upset at all after I messed with him like this??

Did he secretly become a monk? Or did that bastard Feng Yan go for a run and punch a sandbag a few times to get his head straight before replying to me?

It’s impossible for not even a shred of negative emotion to be detected!

System: “System has detected that Feng Yan is within a hundred-meter radius of you and is within detection range. Activate system function to detect Feng Yan’s emotions?”

Yu Weixi thought for a moment and activated it.

A moment later, the system reported: “Detection complete. Result: The subject does not possess any negative emotions and is currently in a state of high elation.”

Yu Weixi was at a loss for fucking words.

Feng Yan had probably become a monk. Either that or he was a huge perverted masochist.

Yu Weixi stared at Weibo in a daze for a moment, still refusing to believe it. So he sent Feng Yan a direct message on Weibo.

DylanLovesToDance_: Idiot.

Actor Feng Yan: Silly boy, stop messing around.

System: “Beep beep~! System has detected that Feng Yan’s emotions remain highly elated, and there’s even a faint upward trend… Eh? Host, why is your heart suddenly beating so fast?”

Yu Weixi manually shut down the system, lay down, pulled up the covers, put on an eye mask, and loved no one.

…

The night deepened, and the residential complex gradually quieted down. The residents of this building slowly fell asleep.

But the lights in Feng Yan’s apartment were still on.

Feng Yan was currently sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, leisurely reading a script.

Scattered on the desk were notebooks and books. In his hand was a script a director had sent him.

After filming for Sea King wrapped up, Feng Yan’s schedule had been empty. He still hadn’t found a script he liked, so many directors took the opportunity to send him scripts, inviting him to collaborate. Feng Yan was currently going through them one by one.

After reading for a while, Feng Yan put down the script and picked up his phone to check Weibo.

No reply.

Probably asleep, right?

Feng Yan smiled and shook his head helplessly.

Feng Yan didn’t get a reply, but he did get a call from his assistant.

“Yan-ge, do we need to release a PR statement?”

“What?”

“Or a declaration?”

Only then did Feng Yan understand that his assistant was talking about Yu Weixi’s provocations.

Feng Yan let out a low chuckle. “No need.”

On the other end of the line, the assistant was petrified.

This… why is Yan-ge smiling so gently while discussing this…?

The assistant was still wondering if he was hearing things when the next words made him go deaf.

“It’s quite cute, isn’t it.”

“Yan-ge… are you overworked?”

“What are you talking about.”

Feng Yan gave his assistant a few work-related instructions before hanging up.

It really is quite cute.

Feng Yan recalled how Yu Weixi had looked in the elevator, like a defensive cat baring its claws and teeth only in front of him.

Feng Yan was a Film Emperor with skill, reputation, and seniority. All the juniors in the industry were respectful to him, and those with more or equal seniority were polite, maintaining a perfect distance. Only Yu Weixi…

Perhaps because it was late at night, Feng Yan suddenly remembered how Yu Weixi was three years ago when they were filming together.

Others didn’t know, but he knew clearly the apprehension Yu Weixi had when they first met and the sharpness he displayed because he didn’t know how to interact with him.

Back then, Feng Yan had patiently smoothed down his ruffled feathers, one by one.

But Feng Yan didn’t know why their gradually warming relationship had changed after filming wrapped, turning Yu Weixi into this little tiger who looked like he wanted to kill him.

Feng Yan shook his head, got up to wash up, and prepared for bed.

The last light in the building went out, and everything sank into the gentle, lonely night.

The next morning, Yu Weixi was woken up by a call from security.

“Hello…?”

“Mr. Yu, is that you?”

“Mmm…”

“A friend of yours with the surname Yu brought something for you. It’s currently stored in your locker. The password has been sent to you.”

“Mmm, okay.”

Yu Weixi yawned. Looking at Niangao who was still sleeping soundly, he groggily got out of bed.

It wasn’t early anymore, but because Yu Weixi’s consciousness was connected to the system, it was mentally draining, so he was particularly fond of sleeping. Even though he had gone to bed early last night, he would still sleep in late before waking up naturally.

Yu Weixi had a habit of retrieving packages immediately, but he was really sleepy and too lazy to wash his face in the bathroom. He randomly grabbed a wet wipe from the desk, wiped his face, threw on a jacket, and went downstairs to get it.

The thing Yu Han sent was quite large.

I’m holding a huge rectangular box, he thought as he stood in the elevator.

“Good morning, young man!” An old man returning from his morning run saw Yu Weixi and greeted him warmly. “Did you just move in? I haven’t seen you before. What’s that long thing you’re carrying?”

“Mmm…” Yu Weixi was still a bit dazed. With his hair messy and fluffy, he waved at the old man. “I don’t know either, haven’t looked yet…”

The elevator doors opened, and Yu Weixi walked out, holding the box.

Thump—

He walked straight into a man who was striding into the elevator, perhaps in a hurry.

Yu Weixi had studied dance, so he was naturally strong, but no matter how strong he was, his body was still light and slender.

As a result, Yu Weixi’s head slammed into the man’s hard chest. The force of the impact sent him flying back into the elevator, and he landed on his butt.

“Ouch!” the old man exclaimed, seeing the person get knocked back in.

The box in Yu Weixi’s hands also fell, and as luck would have it, it landed just outside the elevator doors.

And Yu Weixi, who had been knocked back into the elevator, could only watch dumbly as the doors in front of him slowly closed.

…

…

Feng Yan’s nose ached from being hit by the top of Yu Weixi’s head. He was dizzy, and by the time he came to his senses, he saw the scene before him—

The closed elevator doors, the lonely box lying in front of the elevator, and…

The life-sized body pillow that had fallen out of the box, printed with his likeness.

The kind where he was only wearing underwear.

Feng Yan: “…”

Author’s Note:

Yu Han: Hiding my deep contributions and fame.