35 : My husband is amazing

 Yin Luo and Duan Muze arrived at the film set at 1 PM. The opening ceremony was scheduled for 2 PM, but there weren't many staff members present.

Shen Qing wasn't there either.

They asked one of the people packing up props, who said that it seemed the investors had arrived and were discussing things with Director Shen in the lounge. Director Shen told them not to prepare yet.

It sounded like it would be delayed.

Duan Muze's expression was indifferent: "Let's go to the lounge for a while."

Yin Luo was unfamiliar with the place and a bit shy, so he obediently followed behind Duan Muze. After staying in the room for a while, some staff members brought them lunch.

Yin Luo was quite picky about food, and Duan Muze saw him frowning at the vegetables and understood: "Don't you eat carrots?"

"Hmm..."

Yin Luo wanted to pick out the carrot shreds, but they were cut too finely and mixed together, making them difficult to separate.

“Swap this with mine.” Duan Muze pushed his takeout box in front of him. “Mine doesn’t have carrots.”

Yin Luo said softly, “Thank you.”

He then asked Duan Muze, “Don’t you have anything you don’t eat?”

Duan Muze helped him tear open the packaging of the chopsticks and poured him a glass of water. “No, I don’t think so.”

Thinking about it, it made sense.

The book described the male protagonist’s family as poor when he was young, often not knowing where his next meal would come from. Such conditions wouldn’t allow him to be picky. Yin Luo felt that his behavior just now was too spoiled—it was fine to be picky at home, but the conditions on the film set were already bad, so he shouldn’t be picky.

He picked up the chicken leg from the lunchbox and put it over to him: “Here you go, I can’t eat this much.”

Duan Muze was taken aback at first, then his eyebrows relaxed and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He was much gentler than his usual cold demeanor.

Thinking about how he would dump him in the future, Yin Luo was filled with guilt. As compensation, he pushed the takeout box towards Duan Muze: “If it’s not enough, you can take it from my bowl—”

“Yin Luo.”

He was interrupted halfway through his sentence, and Yin Luo looked up towards the door.

The door wasn't closed, and naturally, no one knocked.

Two men stood outside. The one in front was Shen Qing, who had just called him, and behind him… Yin Luo was surprised—why was Shang Chengnin here?

Could he be the investor they were talking about earlier?

“I happen to have something to discuss with you.” Shen Qing's expression was more serious than usual. After speaking with Duan Muze, he turned his gaze to Yin Luo. “Yin Luo, Mr. Shang also has something

to discuss with you.”

Perhaps sensing something, Duan Muze was reluctant to let Yin Luo leave: “What is so important that you can't even finish your meal?”

“I'll treat you to something good later.”

Thinking of Shang Chengnin's icy expression earlier, Shen Qing pressed his temples, trying to calm his tone.

At this moment, Shang Chengnin, standing outside the door, suddenly spoke: “Yin Yin.”

Yin Luo was startled. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the man today was indeed somewhat different from his memory—he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He stood up, leaving the lounge to Shen Qing and Duan Muze.

Seeing Yin Luo leave, Duan Muze got up to follow her out. The bespectacled man from earlier was their company's chairman. Although he hadn't met him many times, he had heard Yang An comment on him privately—he was clearly a hypocrite.

Moreover, he had called Yin Luo "Yin Yin."

His unease grew, and Duan Muze almost chased after him, but Shen Qing, standing beside him, pressed down on his shoulder. Only after Yin Luo and Shang Chengnin's figures had completely disappeared did Shen Qing's face darken, and she said, "Don't cause any more trouble. Our movie probably can't start filming."

Duan Muze paused, but quickly recovered, his voice laced with sarcasm: "What? Is he withdrawing his investment?"

Seeing that he understood, Shen Qing sighed: "Your little beauty is truly charming."

Duan Muze didn't speak.

Shen Qing continued: "I heard their two families are going to arrange a marriage. Do you think you have a good chance? If it's just for fun, I won't say anything—"

"What do you think?" Duan Muze's eyes were dark and deep, now resembling a deep spring. "When have I ever played around?"

Shen Qing, of course, knew.

He had been classmates with Duan Muze for many years and knew this man well—he treated people he liked and those he didn't completely differently. Moreover, Duan Muze possessed a frighteningly stubborn streak born of wild growth.

Once he set his mind on something, he would get it at all costs.

"But why Yin Luo?" Shen Qing had seen many good-looking people try to curry favor with Duan Muze, but Duan Muze had never paid them any attention. "Just because he's better looking than all those people?"

The room fell silent.

After a long pause,

Duan Muze didn't answer the question: "After the movie I signed with you is finished, I probably won't film anymore."

"Not film anymore?" Shen Qing had been focused on his writing and hadn't heard anything about the Duan family lately. "What happened? Did that old man come to his senses and let his good-for-nothing son

step down and help you up?"

"Maybe."

Shen Qing knew that with Duan Muze's character, he wouldn't stoop to competing for the Duan family heir position, but if it was for Yin Luo… then it was hard to say.

Perhaps, to bridge the huge gap in their social standing, Duan Muze would resort to the most despicable methods to climb up the social ladder.

Climb to a position strong enough to defeat those who covet him.

Then, possess that person.

Having survived that dark, filthy alley, Duan Muze must have blood of aggression and plunder flowing in his veins. Or rather—

he was never a good person to begin with.

*

Of course, the other man was no better.

In a secluded, quiet lounge, a slender boy was being pressed against the door and kissed wantonly by a tall, imposing man.

The boy had little strength to struggle; his legs seemed weak, and his entire body was almost entirely supported by the man's hand around his waist.

The cold, gold-rimmed glasses pressed firmly against his soft, pink cheeks.

The fragrance gradually spread

…

Finally, they released him.

His lips were rosy, a small cut on the corner of his mouth, and a faint, metallic taste lingered on his tongue.

After a while, regaining his senses, he looked up and saw Shang Chengnin take off his glasses and was about to lean down when he was so frightened that he immediately covered his mouth: "No, you can't kiss me..."

The man's fingers paused, and after a moment, looking at the tear-stained face, he slowly put his glasses back on.

The lenses were already blurred by the delicate skin, with a few water stains and a faint fragrance on them.

He saw the boy sniffle, like a pitiful kitten, pleading: "My lips are sore and sore."

Shang Chengnin's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

He suppressed those outrageous thoughts and tried his best to appear serious and indifferent: "You've been playing me from the beginning, haven't you?"

Exposed so ruthlessly, Yin Luo felt she might not live much longer.

Shang Chengning's demeanor at this moment was so different from his usual self; perhaps this was the real him—having shed his gentlemanly facade, revealing his inner wickedness and possessiveness.

"Saying you wanted to stay with me, to accompany me to the film set, was all just to see another man."

"No one has ever played me like this before, Yin Luo."

When he first learned the truth, Shang Chengning couldn't accept it. He had always thought

that with enough sincerity, he could make Yin Luo understand.

However, the boy had come to see him with ulterior motives from the very beginning.

Those ambiguous words that sounded like flirtatious advances now felt like the greatest irony.

Shang Chengning's gaze was deep, fixed on Yin Luo's face: "This is my dressing room, at the very end of the corridor."

"Even if I did something to you here, no matter how much you cry or scream, no one will hear you."

He saw the boy's body tremble slightly. His

curled eyelashes were wet with tears, soft and frail.

Suddenly, his heart softened.

The boy was probably just too young, and it was normal for him to admire a packaged celebrity—Yinlu was just a fan. He

should be given more patience.

He should be surrounded with all the good things in life.

Shang Chengning took a step back, placing them in a completely safe position, before slowly asking, "Are you two dating?"

"..." He shook his head.

"Is he pursuing you?"

"..." He nodded hesitantly.

"You like him?"

"..." This time, he didn't even move.

A moment later,

Yinlu felt Shang Chengning's breathing ease and his expression return to normal: "Does your mouth hurt?"

Yinlu felt the pain in his lip, but fearing Shang Chengning would kiss him recklessly again, he covered his mouth with his hand, his soft, wet voice coming out: "...It hurts a little."

"Sorry." Shang Chengning took out a tissue from somewhere, bent down, and gently wiped Yinlu's bruised face.

Halfway through, he suddenly said, "I'm going crazy."

Yinlu was stunned, looking up at him.

The man's gaze held emotions he couldn't decipher: "I almost went crazy when I thought you liked him too."

Shang Chengnin was always clear-headed and restrained; he thought that at this age, he would never meet someone who could move him again.

But then, Yin Luo appeared—appearing in his life with a vibrant, dazzling presence. Everything was bathed in color.

And during that time, he also became younger.

Although he always appeared mature and composed, only he knew that in front of Yin Luo, he felt like he was 18 again, helpless yet passionately and clumsily pursuing someone.

"The movie has

withdrawn its funding." Seeing Yin Luo staring at him with wide eyes, Shang Chengnin shifted the blame to Yin Yuzhou, "Your brother was also one of the investors; he saw the script."

Yin Luo's shoulders stiffened, then she quietly said "Oh."

If the movie wasn't made, it would actually fit the original plot.

Besides, there were many intimate scenes in it, and he didn't have enough points to buy allergy medication now, so thinking about it that way was a good thing for him. Yin Luo didn't dare show his emotions on his face: "I know."

Shang Chengning saw that he was obviously lost in thought and thought he was unhappy, so he coaxed him, "You'll get good movies in the future."

Yin Luo didn't really want to act; he felt the pressure on his lips tighten.

"Yin Yin."

"I'll pursue you properly."

"So, can I have more opportunities than others?"

*

After Duan Muze finished talking with Shen Qing, the lounge was empty—Shang Chengning and Yin Luo were both gone.

He called Yin Luo, but she didn't answer. About ten minutes later, she sent him a message: [I'm feeling a little unwell, I'm going back to the hotel first.]

Duan Muze replied somewhat urgently: [Where do you feel unwell? Are you still feeling bad?]

Yin Luo replied somewhat slowly: [Just dizzy, I'm better now, but I want to rest by myself, is that okay?]

Duan Muze: [Rest well.]

Although he replied like this, Duan Muze was still worried, so he bought medicine and food and went back to the hotel.

The hotel was booked for them by the film crew. Before coming to the set, the two of them came in together to get their cards and put away their luggage. Yin Luo's room was upstairs from his.

Duan Muze knocked on the door, and after a long few minutes, someone finally opened it.

Yin Luo had changed into pajamas, loose long sleeves covering his slender body, the cuffs large enough to cover the boy's entire palm.

A familiar fragrance wafted over.

Yin Luo seemed cautious, only opening the door a crack, revealing half of his face smudged pink, his eyes still moist.

His voice was low and soft: "Duan Muze."

Duan Muze's heart pounded. After a moment, he handed him something: "Eat something if you're not feeling well."

"Mm." Yin Luo had actually already been fed by Shang Chengnin once, but subconsciously felt he couldn't tell the other person, and besides, the wound on his lip couldn't be seen.

So he still kept half his face hidden behind the door, only sticking out a section of his arm: "Thank you."

He took the bag, wanting to pull his hand back, but the other person didn't let go.

Yin Luo

was stunned, looking up at him.

The other person's face was in the dim light, his voice devoid of emotion.

"He kissed you, didn't he? That's why you won't let me see your face."

Yin Luo's fingers paused, then she heard him say in an even colder tone, "Or is he in your room right now?"

Duan Muze's expression was calm, but his emotions were low and agitated, Yin Luo could sense it. He felt that admitting it now would have consequences he couldn't bear.

—His lips would be kissed raw.

—Or some parts of his body would be hurt.

He couldn't go on like this. So, Yin Luo, who knew how to play the victim, put on a pitiful look: "The person you're talking about is someone my family wants me to go on a blind date with."

"But he's much older than me."

"I treat him like an older brother."

System: [...Host, you're amazing, you've already mastered the essence of a playboy.]

Yin Luo: [I'm not lying.]

But Shang Chengning doesn't seem like an older brother, but rather like an elder like a father.

But he felt that calling him that would cause Duan Muze to misunderstand.

The man opposite him wavered, clearly swayed by Yin Luo's words.

"Do you know that our film has been withdrawn from funding?" Yin Luo tried to sound as sad as possible, but he didn't seem to need to pretend; his voice sounded weak after being kissed. "I... want to rest."

The boy did seem down.

Duan Muze felt guilty but still comforted him, "Then...you should rest well. I won't bother you anymore. If you feel unwell again, just call me."

Yin Luo hummed in agreement, appearing very obedient.

After Duan Muze left, he lay on the bed, lost in unprecedented contemplation—what was wrong with him that made all these supporting characters fall for him?

Duan Muze was a character with a pre-existing romantic storyline, but Shang Chengnin and Lu Ran were both people he bullied and harassed; they should hate him to death.

Or...is kissing him a way of expressing hatred?

Indeed, his lips were sore from being kissed so much.

Yin Luo had asked the system about this as soon as he returned to the hotel. The system said it would report it to higher-ups, but it would take time; for now, he needed to focus on the plot.

Yin Luo was already regretting accepting this transmigration mission.

He hadn't eaten yet, and after seeing the porridge Duan Muze had brought, he started unpacking it.

Then Shang Chengnin sent a message: [Which room are you in? I brought you some food.] Yin

Luo actually wanted to say no, but he didn't dare offend Shang Chengnin at this moment, so he went out to check the room number. Just after sending the room number, he felt someone standing next to him.

Yin Luo looked up—it was a young man dressed very fashionably with makeup.

But he didn't seem to recognize him.

System: [His name is Zhang Chu, a nobody, a cannon fodder character used for face-slapping in the book.]

But… it seems like they have no connection.

Yin Luo frowned—Zhang Chu's perfume was pungent, and his expression was very uncomfortable.

The man smiled and said, "Whose room did you just come from?"

Zhang Chu had accidentally seen Yin Luo on set today. Seeing the young man talking to a staff member, and with his innocent face, he assumed he was a new staff member.

Staring at the wound on Yin Luo's lip, his thoughts were written all over his face.

Yin Luo was surprised; why would a stranger's first words be this? Adding to the discomfort caused by the man's expression, he hardened his face and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Chu chuckled lightly, "You don't even know who I am?"

Yin Luo

was speechless. He had a temper too, and was too lazy to deal with this man anymore, intending to go back to his room. However, the other man simply stuck out his foot to block him, saying, "Go to my room, and I'll tell you who I am."

Yin Luo frowned, "Get out of my way."

"Quite the temper." Zhang Chu became even more aggressive, "Isn't your mouth just from being kissed so much? How much do you get paid for a kiss? You spend the night with me, and I'll give you three thousand, how about it?"

Yin Luo

was speechless. [He's so stingy.]

After complaining to the system, Yin Luo saw that he still wouldn't retract his foot, and with a tense face, asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Zhang Chu asked flippantly, "What's your name?"

He had finally met a beautiful woman, and she was clinging to him like a shameless dog.

Yin Luo's temples throbbed with anger, but he couldn't find the right words to curse him. If it weren't for the pain in his hand, he would have slapped the other man.

The system suddenly announced: [Host, Shang Chengnin is here, not far behind Zhang Chu.]

Yin Luo slightly shifted his body and saw a tall, handsome man with long legs holding a bag.

He blinked.

Maybe he should let Shang Chengnin chase this annoying guy away.

*

Shang Chengnin finally saw Yin Luo behind the others.

The moment their eyes met, the man didn't have time to think about why a strange man was standing so close to his door.

Because Yin Luo suddenly smiled at him.

It was a very sweet smile, and her voice was incredibly sweet: "Husband."

Shang Chengnin froze, thinking he had misheard.

But quickly, Yin Luo ran over and wrapped his soft, fair arms around him, his fragrance filling his nostrils.

That real touch made the tense man realize—it wasn't a dream.

The next moment, he saw the young man showing off to another man opposite him: "You'd better not mess with me."

"My husband is amazing!"

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