Deeply Affectionate Male Supporting Character Topped the Protagonist 64

Chapter 64: The Bitterness of Love

It was Rong Xingyi’s first time leaving home and participating in closed filming, and Xi Leng, although hoping he would become independent, was still worried, so he stayed in Nandao these past few days.

Rong Xingyi’s phone was confiscated, so he could only be contacted before and after filming, along with a large group of fans waiting outside the fence, catching distant glimpses and cheering.

There was no need for that.

Today was the official recording of the first stage performance, and Xi Leng planned to return home after confirming that Rong Xingyi was doing well. He had to go back to refill Ban Li’s food and clean her litter box, and also, he had to film “Unlimited Escape Room” in a few days.

He wasn’t sure if Min Zhi would come and film with him again.

Speaking of which, he was currently waiting outside Min Zhi’s hotel room, hoping to get some news about Rong Xingyi from him.

Asking him about someone else while he was still angry felt like taking advantage of him, like adding fuel to the fire. Xi Leng knew this very well, yet he still waited.

Even if it wasn’t about Rong Xingyi, he still wanted to say something else.

But he didn’t know what to say.

Until his tangled emotions were slowly untangled and smoothed out, Min Zhi still hadn’t returned.

The trainees of “Shining Boys” had to make time for closed filming, while the mentors, all busy people, still flew around for work, coming about once a week. Once for a progress check, once for the official performance.

After today’s filming, it was their rare dinner gathering time.

The long recording sessions were tiring. The general director showed his appreciation with a luxurious dinner at the best restaurant on the island. Seeing the previously listless people regaining their energy, they surrounded the director, preparing to move to the next location.

Min Zhi asked Zhu Minglang to go back and pack his luggage first.

Around nine o’clock in the evening, Zhu Minglang returned to the hotel, running into Xi Leng, who was waiting by Min Zhi’s door.

The two looked at each other, quickly understanding the other’s thoughts.

Zhu Minglang scratched his head awkwardly: “I’m here to pack for the boss, he should be at the dinner gathering, it just started, he probably won’t be back for two or three hours.”

Xi Leng hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t leave.

Zhu Minglang sighed inwardly, moving past him and entering the room, sending a message to Min Zhi to report the situation.

【Boss! Xi Leng is waiting for you at your door! Don’t know how long he’s been waiting…】

But Min Zhi didn’t reply.

A bit strange.

Zhu Minglang, preoccupied, started packing, checking his phone again after an hour, still no reply.

He had a bad feeling, hurriedly calling the general director. As expected, Min Zhi didn’t go to the dinner gathering, he ran off halfway there!

Zhu Minglang tried calling Min Zhi’s phone, the bartender at a bar answered.

He was speechless.

He hurriedly went to find him, running into Xi Leng again at the door. He opened his mouth, then, thinking of dealing with his boss’s mess first, muttered “You’re truly my ancestor,” and quickly disappeared from Xi Leng’s sight.

Min Zhi was drinking alone at the bar.

Thankfully, there weren’t many customers in the bar. The bartender, having received a generous tip while Min Zhi was still sober, now acted as his personal bodyguard, diligently watching over him.

Zhu Minglang still had a headache.

He sat down next to Min Zhi and called out helplessly, “Boss!”

After a moment of thought, he asked: “Did you not check your phone?”

He hadn’t seen Xi Leng’s message, so he was drowning his sorrows alone.

After calling out a few more times, Min Zhi finally turned his head, squinting his drowsy eyes, focusing on the round and plump middle-aged man in front of him.

“Hey,” Min Zhi looked at him, suddenly speaking, then asked a more troublesome question, “Do I look like an idiot?”

Zhu Minglang: “…”

He played dumb, but Min Zhi pressed on relentlessly, “Am I easily fooled? Will I be scammed out of everything eventually? Speak.”

He even called out his name: “Zhu Minglang.”

Zhu Minglang wanted to speak but couldn’t, not a single word.

In the end, he only looked at Min Zhi with pity, an incredibly tolerant gaze, gently patting his shoulder, “It’s okay, just cry if you want to, it’s not embarrassing, you have no face to lose in front of me anyway.”

“…”

He was exasperated.

Min Zhi’s eyes reddened, like a volcano about to erupt, but in the end, he couldn’t vent his anger, only letting out a heavy sigh in resignation.

His lips trembled, and just as Zhu Minglang thought he was about to be scolded, he choked out,

“The bitterness of love is truly fucking awful.”

Zhu Minglang: “…”

He didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t exactly act like a prophet now and say, hey, see? I told you so?

Not knowing what to say, he repeated empty words of comfort: “I know, I know…”

Min Zhi, unable to bear it, “You know shit.”

Zhu Minglang raised his voice: “Fine, fine, fine, I know shit!”

Min Zhi: “…”

He was absolutely furious.

After Zhu Minglang left the hotel, Xi Leng frowned, hesitated for a moment, then also went downstairs.

He didn’t even know where the program team’s dinner gathering was, but according to the taxi driver, the restaurants on the island were mostly concentrated in the same area, including the best restaurant.

So he went to the commercial area mentioned by the driver, letting the night sea breeze blow against his face, still feeling lost, unsure why he came.

A sea of colorful neon signs, he didn’t know where to go.

He walked along the tropical beach street, on the uneven stone pavement.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, he arrived at a corner that looked familiar, a 24-hour bar beside him.

As if drawn by some invisible force, he walked in.

There were very few customers in the bar, even the dance floor lights weren’t on because of the lack of people, no DJ or singer, unusually quiet.

The bar counter was long, the lights dim, casting colorful reflections through the hanging glasses.

A row of barstools stood at the edge of the light and shadow, the bartender wiping glasses, only one customer seated.

Just a back view, but he immediately noticed the diamond earring, the broad shoulders and narrow waist, it was undoubtedly Min Zhi.

But Min Zhi seemed to be drunk, slumped against the marble bar counter.

Xi Leng didn’t approach him immediately, looking around first, thinking that Zhu Minglang, who had left the hotel in a hurry, wouldn’t leave Min Zhi alone.

He walked towards the restroom, and before even seeing anyone, he heard Zhu Minglang’s voice, no longer his usual playful tone, his voice lowered, sounding much more dependable.

He was probably on the phone, calling his wife and daughter.

Xi Leng quickly turned around and went back.

Returning to the bar area, he noticed a few empty chairs in the corner. He thought for a moment, ordered a drink, then asked the waiter for some paper and a pen.

He knew he wasn’t good with words, not a social person, solitary and aloof.

But sometimes, he hoped to maintain a relationship with someone, even though it was difficult, requiring him to overcome his biggest flaw, his deeply ingrained instinct to avoid.

He really wanted to talk to Min Zhi again, unsure what to say or how to say it, rushing over would only result in awkwardness and miscommunication.

Like that night Rong Xingyi ran away from home, he had been driven by a sudden impulse to rush into the rain, finding Rong Xingyi squatting by the wall, then stopping himself, driven by reason, going back to prepare before approaching.

So now, he sat in an unnoticed, dark corner, quietly observing Min Zhi in the distance.

He clicked the pen and lowered his head, starting to draw on the paper.

…

Zhu Minglang was telling his daughter a bedtime story.

A positive and uplifting adaptation of his boss’s arrogant and outrageous everyday life. The call went on for a long time, he suddenly saw that it had been over thirty minutes and, realizing something was wrong, hurriedly went back to check on Min Zhi.

Thankfully, Min Zhi hadn’t wandered off, only a few more empty glasses on the table.

He was slumped over the table, seemingly passed out. Min Zhi wasn’t a lightweight, and even when drunk, he could still coherently scold people. It was his first time seeing him like this, half-dead.

“Boss, let’s go back.” Zhu Minglang walked over and tried to pull him up. “Wake up, I can’t carry you…”

He tugged a few times, no reaction.

He noticed an unfinished glass of whiskey, half-full of amber liquid.

The ice had long melted, and a small piece of paper was placed under the glass.

He took it out curiously.

Then his eyes gradually lit up.

He shook Min Zhi harder, excitedly calling out, “Boss, wake up! Your suffering is over!”