The reporter laughed and continued to press, “Do you know about Zhong Guanhua being blacklisted by Hengrui Group? Have you had any conflicts with Zhong Guanhua?”
Xie Guan replied in an evasive manner, “Oh, I’ve seen the discussions online. When filming action scenes, some bruises and bumps are inevitable. It’s not a big deal and it’s all in the past. As for the blacklisting you mentioned, it has nothing to do with us, so there’s no need to discuss it.”
“Since you’re good friends with Mr. Huo, do you think Zhong Guanhua’s blacklisting is related to the incident where you were assaulted on set?”
“While Mr. Huo and I are friends, I don’t have control over his work,” Xie Guan avoided the topic. “It isn’t right to discuss other people’s business behind their backs. I believe Mr. Huo has his own considerations.”
Knowing that there wouldn’t be more information from Xie Guan on this matter, the reporter changed the question, “Teacher Xie, you’re shooting two movies simultaneously, the pressure must be immense, right? Moreover, there’s no pay due to the situation. What keeps you going?”
“Dedication is a basic quality of an actor. You have to persist even when it’s tough, there’s not much to say about that,” Xie Guan paused and suddenly wanted to stir things up. Facing the camera, he said, “On the other hand, Rising Tide of the Blue Sea is my first time appearing on the big screen, and I’m very grateful to Xuan Du Films. Also, as you mentioned earlier, Mr. Huo is my thigh, and he helped me many times. We’re in different industries, and there’s not much I can do to help him, but every little bit counts.”
He smiled slightly, “So whether he wants one orange, two oranges, or orange juice, as long as he needs it, I will do my best.”
The reporter covered her cheeks and concluded the interview. Shortly afterward, she used her private Weibo account to repost the interview video. She wrote affectionately:
“It’s too sweet, unbelievably sweet. I didn’t know there could be such sweet watermelon rind in the world. Every sentence shines with the light of pure friendship, ‘For the one I want to protect, even if I have to offer my all, even if I am squeezed dry, it’s worth it!’ It’s moving and inspiring! This song is both touching and tear-jerking! If you don’t share, you’re not Chinese! I bow to this pair of watermelon rinds.”
Although Xie Guan repeatedly clarified that he and Huo Mingjun were just friends, it had the entirely opposite effect. In an era where being affectionate in the same frame pretty much equals being in a relationship, Xie Guan’s words in the hearts of fans were already considered a confession, even though he and Huo Mingjun have not been physically intimate. What’s more, the video has been circulating smoothly on the internet, surprisingly not being censored by any “invisible wall”!
This meant that, with tacit approval from Huo Mingjun, a seal was placed on their friendship.
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“I saw it.”
“Why ask Huang Cheng to buy a whole box of apples? They won’t last in the summer. Buying two would be enough for a gesture.”
“Two is not enough.”
Xie Guan raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Huo Mingjun took a deep breath and said, “In Western legends, apples are the fruit from the Tree of Wisdom in Eden, also known as the ‘Fruit of Wisdom.’ Eating it can enhance intelligence. You need this right now, so have some more.”
Xie Guan: “…”
“Wasting my sentiments, huh?” He angrily tossed the apple core into the trash can. “You’ll forever lose your six dishes and a soup.”
Huo Mingjun looked at Xie Guan’s message on the screen, and chuckled silently, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
While laughing, he couldn’t help but worry, thinking, “When will you become a bit more enlightened?”
At the end of July, after completing the filming for Rising Tide of the Blue Sea, Xie Guan successfully wrapped up the production. With his schedule now open, Lin Yao arranged a magazine cover shoot and an evening event for him. Xie Guan quickly packed his bags, left Z Province, and flew back to City B.
Upon landing, he went straight to the company. After reporting to Lin Yao and listening to her work arrangements, he packed a large box of gifts sent by fans and prepared to leave for home. Lin Yao suddenly remembered that Xie Guan had been away filming and his house might not be tidy. Just as she was about to ask if he wanted to stay in a hotel for the night, she heard Xie Guan giving a location to Huang Cheng, who was in the driver’s seat.
Lin Yao’s face froze for a moment.
Landmark building cluster in the central area of City B, 108 limited edition luxury residences.
That is… Huo Mingjun’s residence?
Lin Yao recalled various speculations and analyses she saw online. Initially, she didn’t think there was anything between the two. It was clear that Xie Guan regarded Huo Mingjun as a good friend. However, after a subtle suggestion from Ye Zheng and considering the recent consecutive big news—if Xie Guan didn’t have any such intentions, what if the other party did?
The private residence of the head of the Huo family, could anyone just enter at will?
“Xiao Xie,” Lin Yao called out to him, “Your own house hasn’t been cleaned up for a long time. How about I arrange an artist dormitory for you first? You can move in later.”
“Thank you, Sister Lin,” Xie Guan smiled at her. “A friend asked me to stay at his place, so I won’t trouble you for now.”
When Xie Guan was leaving, Huo Mingjun reminded him that his rented apartment might have already attracted the attention of the paparazzi. It would be inconvenient to return there, so if he came back to City B, it would be better to stay at Huo Mingjun’s place.
Huang Cheng drove Xie Guan to the building, and the lobby security recognized him. With a friendly smile, they said, “Mr. Xie, hello. Mr. Huo on the twelfth floor has already informed us. You can take the elevator directly upstairs.”
That evening, Huo Mingjun didn’t return home until nearly 9 p.m. When he entered, he found the living room brightly lit. Xie Guan was leaning over, sitting on the sofa beside the coffee table, and engrossed in studying something under the light.
Hearing the door, he looked in that direction, then immediately stood up to greet him.
This scene felt familiar, Huo Mingjun thought, just like that time in the hotel on Hong Kong Island. However, imperceptibly, something seemed to be quietly changing.
He and Xie Guan knew each other for nearly a year.
With his keen sense of smell, Xie Guan detected the scent of alcohol on Huo Mingjun even before approaching. “Drinking tonight?”
Huo Mingjun didn’t answer. The faint smell of alcohol wasn’t enough to make one feel tipsy, but he felt that the room’s light gently blurred Xie Guan’s contours.
“I always felt the living room was a bit empty,” he mused. “Like something was missing. I just remembered what it was.”
Xie Guan asked, “What’s missing?”
Huo Mingjun’s eyes softened, and he glanced at the other with a faint smile.
“Missing you,” he whispered.
Oh my godddd tipsy mingjun just spoke out his mind, please xie guan don’t be too dense tonight lmaooo
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