Chapter 4: Doctor Bottom x Celebrity Top

Feng Qinghan hadn’t expected to see Jing Chi again so soon—not even a full day had passed.

“Dr. Feng, someone’s here to see you.”

Nurse Liu pointed toward the spot where Jing Chi was standing. Feng Qinghan glanced in that direction.

The young man was dressed in the same outfit from that morning: a simple dark tracksuit. On anyone else, it might have looked dated, but on him, it radiated youthful vitality. A cap was pulled low over his head, but it did nothing to hide his handsome features. His face beamed with a radiant smile, giving him the innocent look of a college student.

A suitcase stood beside him. He’d been chatting with a nurse nearby, leaving her giggling uncontrollably.

Feng Qinghan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He clipped his pen into the pocket of his white coat and murmured to Nurse Liu, “Thanks.”

Nurse Liu waved her hands hurriedly. “No problem at all.”

She let out a quiet breath of relief. She’d always found Dr. Feng a bit aloof, but today he seemed positively icy.

Jing Chi spotted Feng Qinghan immediately, and his eyes lit up.

The man in the white coat looked even more striking than before. It was a shame his personality was such a letdown.

So why had Jing Chi rushed back to the hospital so quickly? Simple—the original host was flat broke.

No sooner had he returned to the original host’s place than the landlord came hounding him for next month’s rent, which still hadn’t been paid.

With just a few bucks in cash and a bank balance under three digits, Jing Chi made a snap decision. He packed his things in a flash and got out of there.

Facing the prospect of sleeping rough, it suddenly dawned on him that he had a convenient boyfriend now. Jing Chi resolved to trade up to a plusher place to stay. He wasn’t about to pass up the perks.

“You’re here!” Jing Chi waved cheerfully at Feng Qinghan, his eagerness like a dog spotting a bone.

Feng Qinghan had been ready to demand coldly what he was doing there, but the memory of that morning—and those sparkling eyes fixed on him—made him opt for a more neutral tone instead. “What are you doing here?”

What was he doing here? Mooching food, shelter, and a free meal ticket, obviously.

Before Jing Chi could reply, the nurse who’d been chatting with him beat him to it. “Dr. Feng, you should’ve seen it—this handsome guy’s been waiting for you forever.”

“Is this your little brother?” the nurse asked curiously, her gaze flicking between them.

Jing Chi blinked innocently at Feng Qinghan, waiting for his response.

Both their eyes were now locked on Feng Qinghan.

At the nurse’s words, Feng Qinghan frowned faintly. He opened his mouth to deny it, only to catch Jing Chi winking slyly at him, lips moving as if on the verge of blurting out “boyfriend.”

Feng Qinghan cut him off with a single word: “Yes.”

Gossip gleamed in the nurse’s eyes as she leaned in for more, but Feng Qinghan headed her off. “We have business to discuss. Excuse us.”

He turned and strode toward his office. Jing Chi flashed a grin at the nurse, waving in thanks for her unwitting assist.

“Hurry up and follow.” Feng Qinghan glanced back with a frown at the dawdler behind him.

“Got it, Brother.”

Jing Chi drew out the word, making it drip with sweetness and softness. It nearly turned his own stomach.

Inside the office, Feng Qinghan came to a halt.

He turned to face Jing Chi, studying the man whose smile never seemed to fade.

After a long moment, he looked away and asked coolly, “All right, what do you want?”

Jing Chi paid no mind to the man’s neat-freak habits. He grabbed Feng Qinghan’s coat and deliberately rumpled it. Seeing the fabric wrinkle up—knowing how much it would irk him—filled Jing Chi with satisfaction. But he schooled his face into an aggrieved pout. “Brother, don’t be like that. It makes us sound like strangers. After all, you’re my boyfriend now, aren’t you? Coming to see you is perfectly normal.”

The once-crisp white coat was now a rumpled mess, courtesy of Jing Chi.

Feng Qinghan’s expression grew colder. He tried to yank the coat free, but Jing Chi’s grip was ironclad. The fabric didn’t budge—instead, Jing Chi stumbled forward.

Jing Chi pitched straight into Feng Qinghan, his lips brushing the man’s cheek by what could only be called a stroke of coincidence.

Both men froze.

That warm, faintly moist touch sent Feng Qinghan’s face darkening. The chill he’d been holding back now permeated the entire office.

Jing Chi scrambled upright. All right, he’d leaned into the momentum on purpose, but he hadn’t meant to actually land a kiss.

“You did that on purpose.”

Feng Qinghan’s voice was certain, his gaze dark with a edge of menace.

This man kept pushing his patience to the limit, time and again.

“How could that be? I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Jing Chi retorted, though he felt a bit guilty.

He watched as Feng Qinghan scrubbed vigorously at the spot he had touched earlier with an alcohol wipe. The man’s originally fair skin turned bright red, and Jing Chi felt a pang of dissatisfaction, as if he were some kind of virus. He muttered,

“We kissed last night anyway.”

At those words, Feng Qinghan’s movements paused. His hand froze in mid-air, his expression darkening further as he recalled the stinging sensation on his lips from that morning—and how they were visibly swollen from being kissed.

“Shut up,” he said coldly, fixing Jing Chi with a threatening stare.

Jing Chi suddenly remembered why he had come here in the first place. He couldn’t afford to offend the man too badly, or he’d be in real trouble if he ended up with nowhere to stay. He flashed an ingratiating smile and dropped the previous topic. “That thing earlier was really just an accident.”

Then he schooled his features into a serious expression. “My landlord kicked me out, so boyfriend dearest, can I crash at your place for a while?”

Jing Chi heard Feng Qinghan let out a cold laugh, and he figured the deal was dead.

But to his surprise, the man replied with just two words: “Sure.”

So the guy wasn’t as unreasonable as he’d thought. Jing Chi decided to forgive Feng Qinghan for his earlier rudeness.

The forgiveness lasted all of two seconds—exactly two, since he was the type to hold a grudge.

But the very next moment, the man looked down at him imperiously and said, deliberately making things difficult, “You can move in, but you’ll handle all the cleaning and cooking from now on.”

And just like that, those two seconds evaporated.

Jing Chi knew better than to trust this moody man’s sudden generosity.

He stared at the person before him. Feng Qinghan sat there unmoved, calmly flipping through the medical chart on his desk, his earlier outburst seeming like nothing more than a hallucination. Gritting his teeth, Jing Chi replied,

“Fine.”

Once he got inside, getting him out again wouldn’t be so easy.

“You can go now. Don’t disturb my work,” Feng Qinghan said without looking up. “I get off in half an hour.”

Jing Chi pouted but replied obediently enough. “Got it, dear boyfriend. I’ll wait for you outside.”

The door opened and closed. Feng Qinghan thought Jing Chi had finally left and moved to set the chart aside.

But then the door creaked open again, and Jing Chi poked his head in, grinning cheekily at him.

“Oh, right—Brother, I’m Jing Chi.”

The young man’s smile was radiant, his lively eyes brimming with vitality. That sly, mischievous grin of his was especially captivating.

The total opposite of someone like him.

One thrived in the sunlight, the other long accustomed to the darkness of his previous life.

The thought flashed unbidden through Feng Qinghan’s mind.

With that, the door shut once more. This time, Jing Chi was really gone, and the office fell back into its familiar silence.

Feng Qinghan withdrew his gaze, his eyelids drooping as he rubbed his aching temple.

Truth be told, he wasn’t nearly as composed as Jing Chi imagined. He was simply holding it all in, not wanting the other man to notice.

Today had brought far too much upheaval. Now that he had finally regained his calm, Feng Qinghan found it almost inconceivable that he had stooped to such childish behavior toward Jing Chi.

He had always been profoundly indifferent, emotionally detached from everyone around him. Yet in a single day, Jing Chi had shattered countless precedents.

Feng Qinghan lifted his right hand and studied it intently.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his fair, slender fingers. The thin skin was nearly translucent, revealing faint blue veins beneath—a hand that was both perfect and supremely dexterous.

In his previous life, however, that same hand had been maliciously broken, twisted into something ugly and clumsy, forever robbed of its ability to wield the scalpel he loved.

No matter what, he could count himself fortunate for this second chance at life. The dreams left unfulfilled in his last life could finally be pursued.

As for Lu Shichen, the debts from his previous life had been settled—but the events of this life? He wouldn’t let them slide so easily.

Some wounds didn’t simply vanish with rebirth.

The scars etched into Feng Qinghan’s memory, for instance, wouldn’t be erased just because he had come back.

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Jing Chi found a chair in the hospital corridor and sank into it with a deep sigh.

Normally, if he could solve things with his fists, he never wasted breath on words.

But Feng Qinghan was different. That gorgeous face—he just couldn’t bring himself to mess it up.

Sigh. This damn case of face-con.

“Host, I think you and the Big Villain actually get along pretty harmoniously.”

“Harmony, are you blind or deaf?”

Jing Chi closed his eyes. To outsiders, it looked like he was resting with his eyes shut, but in reality, he was chatting with the System.

“Host, just look at Feng Qinghan. When he deals with other people, his emotions stay flat as a straight line. But with you, they turn into waves. That’s proof of how special you are to him.”

Jing Chi: “……”

Wasn’t it just because he’d pissed him off?

Anyone else saw that icy expression and steered clear, afraid to poke the bear. Only he had skin thick enough not to care a whit.

There was something amusing about watching an iceberg blow its top, when he thought about it.

Jing Chi suddenly chuckled at his own childish sense of mischief.

The real reason he was sticking so close to Feng Qinghan wasn’t even the task—it was secondary. No, he wanted to get to the bottom of that nagging sense of familiarity.

He hadn’t figured it out yet, and it might take a while, but he had a feeling that spending time with Feng Qinghan would eventually uncover some clues.

Right then, his phone rang. Without bothering to check the screen, Jing Chi answered it.

A thunderous roar exploded from the other end. “Jing Chi, where the hell did you run off to? You’re not at the house—get your ass to the company right now!”

“Your grandpa’s flying high in the sky.”

With the other man’s tone that explosive, Jing Chi didn’t hold back. He fired back without missing a beat, then accidentally-on-purpose ended the call with a swipe of his thumb.

On the other end of the line, the manager froze in shock. He couldn’t believe it—the usually tight-lipped Jing Chi, who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, had actually sassed him like that.

“Did I dial the wrong number?” the manager asked his assistant. The assistant shook his head vigorously.

That only made the manager’s temper flare hotter. “He’s gotten too big for his britches. Doesn’t want to make it in the entertainment industry anymore?”

The little assistant tried to calm him down. “Brother Liu, don’t get mad yet. Maybe Jing Chi will call you back in a bit.”

“If he didn’t still have some value left, I wouldn’t waste my breath on him. He’s usually so obedient, but tell him to work a party and pour a few drinks, and he turns stubborn as a mule. He used to have a bit of fan traffic; now it’s nothing but haters.”

Jing Chi had no idea what was going on over there, and he didn’t care.

He griped to the System, “It’s the twenty-first century already—why is everyone so damn hot-tempered?”

The System knew exactly who that was. It gave an awkward chuckle before reminding him, “Host, that was your manager.”

“My manager? How come this body’s tangled up in the entertainment industry?” Jing Chi was baffled.

Things had been so rushed yesterday with saving the villain that the System hadn’t had time to give him a proper rundown on the original host’s background.

The System explained, “Host, here’s the deal…”

After the System’s full briefing, Jing Chi finally understood his current situation.

He—Jing Chi—was now an eighteenth-tier nobody of a celebrity.

He’d had a brief brush with fame once, but scandals had turned it into infamous notoriety. Where others had legions of fans, he had endless haters.

The original body came from a single-parent home. His father was a drunk with a nasty temper who’d beaten and berated him from childhood. Once the original body came of age, he’d finally broken free from that hellhole and plunged into the entertainment world.

Things had gone smoothly at first. He’d blown up from a supporting male role, and with his striking looks, real stardom seemed within reach. But right at that moment, the man who didn’t deserve the title of father dragged him down with so-called “scandals.”

The father claimed that now his son had money, he looked down on his poor family—even beat and cursed his own dad.

It should have been easy to clear up, but the original body had refused to follow the manager’s orders and play drinking buddy at an event. That pissed off the manager, who fanned the flames and buried every attempt at clarification.

On top of that, a competing actor in the same lane wanted to crush him and hog the resources, so he dumped a bunch of moderate dirt—claiming the original body was arrogant, standoffish, and more. His already shaky reputation got buried for good.

Instead of rising to fame, the original body ended up covered in filth.

Unable to bear the crushing weight of the rumors and slander, he’d killed himself. That was the fate the original novel had in store for him.

“Looks like hanging up on that call was the right move.”

Jing Chi felt genuine pity for the original host’s story. If it had been him, he wouldn’t have died without at least taking out the deadbeat father first—and giving that manager a thorough beating into the bargain.

“Host, I recommend you call him back. Your contract’s breach fee is two million.”

“Two million? I don’t even have two hundred to my name right now.”

The moment Jing Chi heard that figure, he immediately dialed back. Yeah, real backbone there.

“Yo, the big shot finally remembered to call me back?” The manager’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Although Jing Chi had bowed to the power of money, he still couldn’t stand this manager of his. He said deliberately, “Sorry, Brother Liu. Lately, I’ve been getting calls from all these violent nutjobs—like, mentally unstable types—and I just mistook you for one of them by accident.”

The anger that Brother Liu had just suppressed flared right back up. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Huh? Nothing at all, Brother Liu. I was talking about those crazies, not you.” Jing Chi replied in the most innocent tone imaginable.

Brother Liu took a deep breath. “I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. There’s a new variety show that’s just launched—Finding the Male Lead. I pulled every string I had to get you this spot, so you better drag your ass to the company tomorrow and sign the contract.”

With that, he slammed the end call button. He was afraid that if he said one more word, he’d lose it completely.

Jing Chi stared at his phone and curled his lip in disdain. “Is he really going out of his way like that to snag resources for the original host?”

The System explained, “Host, from what I’ve dug up, he’s pushing you into it because the program group wants to exploit the original body’s bad rep for some quick buzz. It’s an elimination-style show, and their plan is to boot you out in the very first round.”

“Tch, ruthless. Squeezing him dry and tossing him aside.” Jing Chi tapped his fingers lightly on his leg, utterly unconcerned. “Then I just won’t go.”

“Host, two million.”

“You think if I went to Feng Qinghan and asked to borrow two million, he’d actually lend it to me?”

Jing Chi blinked.

The System replied, “Host, what do you think?”

“Fine, I’ll play nice and join the damn show.” Jing Chi caved. “But if he thinks he can use me up and kick me to the curb that easily, he’s got another think coming.”

The System eyed the host’s wicked grin, wondering just what scheme he was cooking up this time.

At that moment, a voice cut through Jing Chi’s thoughts.

“Excuse me, is Dr. Feng here?” The voice was crisp and carried a hint of fragility—a classic male lead bottom tone, dripping with that fake-pure white lotus vibe.

The nurse sounded surprised. “Wow, so many people looking for Dr. Feng today. He’s about to get off shift soon—you can wait right here if you like.”

“Okay, thank you, sis.” The young man replied sweetly and stood there quietly.

Jing Chi’s gaze locked onto the boy with laser precision. If his instincts were on point—and they always were—this pretty, delicate guy had to be the legendary protagonist bottom.

After all, the only person who’d come sniffing around Feng Qinghan at a time like this was Gu Bai, the protagonist bottom.

He’d figured the protagonist bottom would be drop-dead gorgeous, on par with Feng Qinghan himself. After all, this was the lead character.

But nope—only a smidge better-looking than your average Joe. What a letdown. Not even half as handsome as Jing Chi himself.

He suddenly felt relieved that his mission was to redeem the big villain, not fix the protagonist top and bottom’s messed-up morals. At least the big villain was a total knockout.

Jing Chi, supreme face-connoisseur that he was, couldn’t help but think so.