[Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter.]
[This is the funniest hot search I’ve seen all year.]
[Who has the time to read lips like that? Hahaha, I love this kind of drama!!]
Yu Xi took a deep breath.
[They actually argued at the awards ceremony!]
[Yeah, hahaha, they’re clearly fighting, but I’m so happy!]
[I don’t follow stars or the entertainment industry, but I never expected to see Yi Chen and Yu Xi like this, hahaha!]
Yu Xi took a deep, deep breath.
[By the way, isn’t this the first time Yu Xi and Yi Chen have argued?]
[Yeah, they had a huge fight on a variety show before, but this time it’s so childish, hahaha!]
[Too immature for elementary school kids, just right for top-tier celebrities.]
[The key is, in the end, Yu Xi actually lost the argument. His expression is going to be my most-used meme of the year!]
Seeing the word “lost,” Yu Xi breathed deeply like a maniac, then forcefully pressed the screen to turn it off.
When Guan Zifan entered with the new life assistant Xiao Chen, he saw Yu Xi with a face full of gloom.
Yu Xi sat cross-legged on the sofa, his whole demeanor like he was about to explode. He kept locking and unlocking the screen, and finally couldn’t hold back. His fingers flew across it, thumbs hammering the keyboard at supersonic speed.
He had cranked the AC to the lowest setting. A thick blanket wrapped around his back, and his body trembled nonstop inside the soft bedding—whether from the cold or the hot search, who could say.
The blast of cold air and Yu Xi’s gritted-teeth scowl made Xiao Chen suck in a sharp breath. He hadn’t even entered the room before ducking behind Guan Zifan.
Guan Zifan, who was both Yu Xi’s manager and business partner, remained utterly calm.
—Whenever anything involving Yi Chen came up, big or small, good or bad, Yu Xi was always in this state.
After all, Yu Xi hated Yi Chen the most.
What had set Yu Xi’s emotions off was a hot search titled #Yi Chen and Yu Xi’s Elementary School Fight#.
The night before, the two had attended the same awards ceremony. The organizers had unluckily seated Yu Xi and Yi Chen right next to each other. When the camera panned over, it captured them talking.
It wouldn’t have been a big deal if they’d been caught. Facing the lenses, both Yu Xi and Yi Chen showed impressive control over their expressions—warm, polite, the whole exchange looking friendly and harmonious.
—Until that night, when netizens deciphered their lip movements and dug up the conversation.
Yu Xi, eyes straight ahead: “My new song debut ranked higher than yours this time.”
Yi Chen, with a mild smile: “My total views and platform conversion rate are 1.235 times yours.”
Yu Xi, looking pleased: “Heh, my movie that’s currently screening has already broken 5 billion at the box office. Yours isn’t even close, huh?”
Yi Chen, eyebrows relaxed in a smile: “In the same period’s films, my total screen time is one hour, thirty-six minutes, and twenty-seven seconds. Yours is only one hour, thirty minutes, and eighteen seconds. That’s a full six minutes less than mine.”
Yu Xi: “Six measly minutes—you forget, I’m about to star in Director Wu’s movie. You’re doomed to lose!”
Yi Chen: “My company invested in it.”
Yu Xi: “My concert’s at Heart of the City!”
Yi Chen: “My family funded its construction.”
Yu Xi: “The prize money later…”
Yi Chen: “My family sponsored it.”
Yu Xi exploded, and the netizens rejoiced.
[Hahaha! He lost, he lost—money talks louder than words!]
[Sorry Yu Xi, I really wanted to back you up, but I can’t stop laughing hahaha!!!]
[So incredibly childish! No, even elementary school kids fight more maturely!]
[I can’t forget Yu Xi’s final expression—his facade completely crumbled, hahaha!]
When Guan Zifan walked in, Yu Xi was using an alt account to passionately argue online. Only when Guan Zifan turned off the AC, drew back the curtains, and opened the windows to let natural light flood the room did Yu Xi finally look up in realization.
“The new life assistant, Chen Ye,” Guan Zifan introduced.
“Hello.” Yu Xi didn’t stop typing. “Where’s Xiao Jiang?”
Guan Zifan pulled away the soft blanket wrapped around Yu Xi. “He got into the tax bureau back home and quit last week to go back.”
With that, Guan Zifan lightly nudged Xiao Chen, who stepped forward understandingly, a bit awkwardly. “I’m Chen Ye. Brother Yu, you can call me Xiao Chen.”
“Got it, Xiao Ye.”
Xiao Chen: “?”
Yu Xi showed no reservations, quickly switching screens and pulling up his social app QR code. “Perfect timing—log into Weibo and help me out. These people dare say I lost the argument to Yi Chen?! I’ve listed twenty pieces of evidence proving I’m better than him, five of which highlight my arguing skills. I’ll send them to you—open a few alt accounts and help me spam them.”
“I’ll show them what a natural-born arguing saint looks like!”
Xiao Chen: “?”
He was dumbfounded, blankly pulling out his phone to scan the code, but Guan Zifan stopped him. “Don’t join the chaos. I’ll send you Yu Xi’s contact info.”
Then, Guan Zifan rolled up a magazine from the coffee table and lightly tapped Yu Xi’s forehead. “Time to work, Yu Xi.”
Today, Yu Xi needed to head to the program team to shoot makeup promo photos. To make the broadcast content richer, the team had sent cameramen to follow and capture footage all day.
Guan Zifan deliberately wanted them to film some candid lifestyle moments, so he hadn’t notified Yu Xi in advance—just sent a message an hour ago. Clearly, Yu Xi had been too busy listing points to prove his arguing prowess to notice.
Guan Zifan reminded him, “You’ve got fifteen minutes to get ready.”
Yu Xi reluctantly set down his phone and shot toward the coat rack like a bullet.
Ten minutes later, he returned to them.
Yu Xi hadn’t put much thought into his outfit—just simple casual clothes, hair tousled casually. He grabbed the backpack hanging by the door, his face still etched with extreme dissatisfaction from losing the argument and readiness for round two. “Let’s go.”
Xiao Chen: “…”
This wasn’t his first day as a life assistant. He knew full well that if Yu Xi went out with a dark expression, given his traffic power, it’d spark all sorts of speculation, curses, hot searches, and eventually the “diva” label.
His previous boss had been dragged and mocked by haters for exactly that—stinky face.
“No worries.” Guan Zifan read Xiao Chen’s thoughts and tossed him a bottle of mineral water, gesturing toward the door.
Xiao Chen looked up worriedly, then froze.
The moment Yu Xi pulled open the door, the gloom and anger on his face vanished like smoke. Sunlight slanted in from outside, bathing him in a glow that made him radiant, passionate, and dazzling.
Yu Xi instantly switched to work mode, waving energetically at those outside. “Hello, camera teachers—good afternoon!”
The variety show Yu Xi was joining was called Weekend Go Where.
It ran for eight weeks, with each weekend spent freely traveling in a city chosen by the production team. It was a 24/7 live-streamed reality show—except for bathroom breaks, showers, and sleep, everything else was under constant live broadcast.
Live shows had clear advantages: they drew fans like crazy. But the downsides were fatal too—like a mirror exposing demons, any flaw got infinitely magnified. With Yu Xi’s current fame, joining Where to Go This Weekend wasn’t a smart move for him at all.
When the invitation came, Guan Zifan hadn’t wanted Yu Xi to do it. But the fans wanted to see it, so they huddled up, threw on alt accounts, and flooded Yu Xi’s Weibo.
[No way, right? Yu Xi, you’re not scared of a live variety show, are you?]
[Yi Chen from next door went on a fully live idol survival show as a mentor. You wouldn’t back out, would you, Yu Xi?]
[Oh ho ho, Yu Xi’s gonna lose—Yi Chen’s outshining him~]
Seeing those comments gave Guan Zifan an instant headache.
Sure enough, Yu Xi stormed up to him that day. “What live travel variety? Why didn’t you mention it to me? Old Guan, do you think I’m afraid of live streams? Impossible! I’m definitely going!”
And so it was settled.
Soon, Yu Xi arrived smoothly at the location for the program’s makeup promo photos. The camera team had recorded footage the whole way and gone to rest. Next, they’d turn cameras back on once Yu Xi was made up for the shoot.
Yu Xi, Guan Zifan, and Xiao Chen headed to the makeup room.
Just as they reached the door, a young staff member paced anxiously back and forth outside. Spotting Yu Xi, his expression grew even more panicked.
“What’s wrong?” Xiao Chen stepped forward and asked softly.
“Fu Le… Fu Le’s still in the makeup room.” The staffer was a young woman, probably inexperienced. Panicking, her voice cracked with a sob as she explained, “He’s been unhappy with his makeup and had it redone multiple times.”
It was peak summer filing season, with several studio variety shows recording here simultaneously. Space was limited, and with each artist’s packed schedules, the team had compromisingly scheduled makeup rooms in batches and time slots.
By rights, Fu Le had been there for three hours—he should have moved on to shooting by now. Yet he was still stuck at makeup.
One delay rippled through, pushing back the whole chain and affecting more than just him.
“Fu Le?” Xiao Chen pursed his lips, clearly familiar. “Uh… isn’t he that idol who claims to be a wealthy young master, the delicate Omega fans call a princess?”
The staffer nodded, looking on the verge of tears from the torment. She lowered her voice as much as possible. “Yeah, Fu Le’s an Omega. One minute it’s the Alpha staff’s pheromones making him uncomfortable, so swap them out; next it’s his gland allergic to some cosmetic, so change products. If anything’s slightly off, he starts whimpering and crying, saying it’s just a natural Omega physiological reaction…”
As she spoke, a choked voice came from inside.
“I didn’t mean you’re bad or anything, but this style really doesn’t suit me. I’ve made it clear enough already—sister, please don’t target me anymore, okay…?”
“What if we delay the next one? The next is Brother Yu Xi. You know he has a bad temper—he’ll definitely blame us. I really don’t want you getting scolded over something small!”
Fu Le’s voice was a clear, youthful timbre with a hint of tears, playing up the pitiful act to the max.
Yu Xi: “?”
He wasn’t even there yet, but the blame was already pinned on him.
The staffer glanced at Yu Xi, genuinely worried he’d get mad.
After all, an artist of Yu Xi’s caliber, and an Alpha to boot, naturally had some temper.
Moreover, Yu Xi was notoriously hard to deal with—always in top mental form, saying whatever, preferring to clash externally than bottle it up.
The distance wasn’t far, so Yu Xi heard Fu Le’s voice through the door, as well as Xiao Chen and the staffer’s talk. He asked, “Is he in his Susceptible Period today?”
The staffer blinked in confusion. “No.”
“Then is he pregnant?” Yu Xi asked again.
The staffer: “?”
Unsure why Yu Xi suddenly asked that, she answered blankly, “No.”
Yu Xi stepped forward without hesitation and pushed open the door. “It’s because you’ve been spoiling him.”
