Wu Youpeng stated that he would “escort” An Ruifeng out, but his real objective was to observe. An Ruifeng’s abilities were so impressive that unless he personally escorted him to the car, he would remain nervous.
It was late at night, and the audience had long since dispersed. Except for a car with its danger lights on parked in the grove outside the gymnasium, the campus was deserted. Xu Zhiqiang sat in the car, smoking a cigarette. The lone flame of light at the fag end faded into the night.
Wu Youpeng’s eyes were sharp, and after seeing him from a distance, he took two rapid strides to the car and rapped on the window.
“Lao Xu, why are you smoking?”
It is reasonable to assume that people in the agent industry do not abstain from smoking or drinking. Xu Zhiqiang, however, was in the minority. He drank booze but rarely touched cigarettes. Everyone in the circle was aware of this habit, so when Wu Youpeng saw him smoking, he couldn’t help but inquire out of curiosity.
Xu Zhiqiang did not give a straight answer. Instead, he cast a gloomy glance towards An Ruifeng before returning his focus to Wu Youpeng: “There will be time for you to smoke in the future.”
His attitude was unpleasant, and Wu Youpeng did not dare to think seriously about his words—he was afraid he wouldn’t sleep well that night if he did.
They exchanged a few words, but the representative of the groom and the representative of the bride were at odds. After around five or six words, the atmosphere became very chilly. When words get sour, adding more words is pointless. When Wu Youpeng noticed that An Ruifeng was already in the car, he stopped talking nonsense and went back first, claiming that he had stuff to attend to.
The black car drove through the campus. The red banner of “Ling Xi’s S city Singers Meeting” hanging at the gymnasium’s entrance was growing further and further away in the rear-view mirror.
An Ruifeng reclined back in his seat, relaxed. He couldn’t stop the growing smile at the corners of his mouth as he remembered Ling Xi’s silly and cute behavior when he was kissed and the feeble “I’ll work hard.”
Xu Zhiqiang felt his blood pressure surge just by looking at his proud expression. He was almost certain that when An Ruifeng went backstage just now, something happened with Ling Xi that was hazardous for the eyesight of a pure girl. “I truly want your fans to see you right now; where do you still look like a dream lover and gentle prince? You’re clearly a fox who just stole the fish!”
“You are wrong,” An Ruifeng said as he adjusted his cuffs leisurely: “I am not the fox who stole the fish. I am the fox-spirit who stole the fish.”
Xu Zhiqiang’s hands on the steering wheel shook, nearly colliding with a tree.
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Ling Xi complained: “My parents didn’t confiscate my phone even in the year of my college entrance exams!”
“What nonsense! You competed across the country during senior high school and didn’t take the college entrance examination at all! You were admitted to the university by the agency!”
“Oh…” Ling Xi scratched his head: “It was so long ago, I forgot.”
Regardless of how Ling Xi protested, Wu Youpeng used aggressive suppression to seize all of Ling Xi’s Internet-connected gadgets. Ling Xi naively asked him what he should do if he couldn’t sleep and needed to pass the time. Wu Youpeng hurled a pen and a music staff book at him, yelling angrily, “If you can’t sleep, write a song!”
Ling Xi slept till noon the next day. Wu Youpeng naturally had the access card to his room and swiped it on the door, entering his room directly. As he walked along the narrow passage, he noticed the bed was unkempt, and Ling Xi was sleeping on it. His posture was like a distinct air of elegance and coquetry surrounded by violence.
Several sheets of staff paper were strewn about beneath the bed. Some were clustered together, while others were marked with large sections of deletion and modification. Wu Youpeng sifted over them for a long time before finding the cleanest one. He was fairly adept at reading and singing music after having been Ling Xi’s agent for so long. He hummed a passage from the score in his head and discovered that the tune was fresh, sweet and catchy.
However, the page in his hand appeared to be the second or third page of a musical score. He finally discovered the first one after turning over the pages scattered on the floor for a bit.
In the blank spot on the first sheet of the music score, a string of foreign letters was scribbled, surrounded by guillemets. It appeared to be the song’s title. Wu Youpeng scrutinized Ling Xi’s handwriting…
Oh! So the title of the song was《stop the car and make love in the maple forest》….
What a succinct and straightforward translation.
When Ling Xi awoke later, Wu Youpeng pretended not to understand the meaning of the song’s title and took an indirect approach to ask: “Why did you work so hard last night? I asked you to write a song, so you really stayed up all night and wrote a song? ”
Ling Xi was brushing his teeth and replied inarticulately: “I will… gudu gudu… I will make money to support my family in the future.”
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Ling Xi thereafter traveled to four additional cities to perform at singer clubs. Wu Youpeng had “safeguarded” his mobile phone during this time. An Ruifeng called Ling Xi every night after filming to chat, but it was Wu Youpeng who always responded, and the explanation was “Ling Xi is already asleep.”
An Ruifeng had a keen mind. He stopped calling after three such calls. Instead, he sent a text message at a random hour every night. He would text Ling Xi towards the end of the shoot, and the topics were largely about the day’s work progress and greetings.
He was certain that even if Wu Youpeng read it, he would never delete other people’s text messages.
Indeed, as he expected, every night Wu Youpeng would gnash his teeth and crack his knuckles at the text message. His thumb would hover over the delete button numerous times, but he wouldn’t press it in the end.
Take a look at today’s text—
An Ruifeng: The wound on my hand didn’t heal well, and I couldn’t hold the weapon. I told the director that I didn’t require a double before joining the crew. I didn’t expect it to be an “evening festival not guaranteed” in the end(sigh). How are you doing today? You must be preparing for your performance in Y city tomorrow. I checked the weather forecast. Tomorrow will be extremely hot with rain forecast in the evening. Don’t get a heat stroke or catch a cold. The movie will be completed in another week. I’ve booked a flight back to B city for the 10th. I requested Xu-ge not to inform the fans of this trip. I’m hoping to meet you at the airport.
This was similar to a little boy penning a love letter to a little girl, however the receiver column said “xx’s father turns xx.”
The emotions were both magnanimous and raw.
Wu Youpeng couldn’t discover any flaws. He could only watch the hormones overflow on the screen. An Ruifeng’s text messages were quite sophisticated. They sold misery at first, expressed worry in the middle, and sublimated towards the end. They were emotional but not boring. They were perfect.
No wonder Ling Xi couldn’t jump out of his pokeball at all.
Of course, Ling Xi was filled with the breath of “finding a partner by relying completely on intuition and vaguely infatuated with you”. His vision was blurry, but those around him saw it clearly. When it came to feelings, it was impossible to determine who had nibbled away at whom.
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An Ruifeng concluded filming ten days later and flew back to B city. To dodge the fan pick-up, he did not take the flight from S city, but went to great lengths to board a flight from a neighboring city and flew to B city at 10 o’clock in the morning.
It was unfortunate that he had taken the risk of being recognized and walked numerous circuits around the airport hall without seeing Ling Xi’s figure.
It would be a blatant lie to say that he was not disappointed. He had intended to make Ling Xi happy that day by using the salmon suitcase that Ling Xi had redesigned. They hadn’t communicated any information for a month due to Wu Youpeng’s impediment. An Ruifeng feverishly searched for keywords on Weibo every night in order to receive news about Ling Xi and looked at images posted by fans who had attended the concerts. These photographs were the only way he could determine if Ling Xi was fatter or slimmer, whiter or darker.
He would not have kissed just his cheek the last time they met backstage if he had known how terrible this month would be.
Xu Zhiqiang was the only one who traveled lightly with him on this flight. His other luggage and entourage would return on a direct flight from S city, which was considered a transfer of firepower for him. It was a pity that despite his extensive thought, he did not impress Ling Xi’s agent.
Xu Zhiqiang noticed he was in a bad mood and decided to add fuel to the fire. He slapped his shoulder and handed him a phone, saying, “Here, take a look at this.”
Ling Xi’s Weibo page was on the phone. The most recent update was posted two hours ago. An Ruifeng was still flying in the sky at that moment.
@Ling Xi 007 V: “Jian Jue Tianxia”, I am coming!
The photo included was of Ling Xi rushing to the airport boarding gate against the flow of passengers, holding the caviar sushi suitcase.
— To keep them from meeting, Wu Youpeng tried everything he could to get Ling Xi, who had fewer scenes than even the dog, to join the team ahead of time.
A mother-in-law was indeed taller than the tallest impediment to love.
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Welcome back readers(≧∇≦)/ Same story, new place. Enjoy~
Hahahaha oh my god😂😂
Everyone is against true love [*]
Xixi’s agent is too much, how can he be so mean and ban his phone 😭
sad sad sad, spreading misery and tears for my star-crossed babies o(╥﹏╥)o their agents are so evil.
Thank you for the chapter (insufferable amount of pinning) ♡
the differences between Ling Xi’s agent and Mo Shuyao’s agent in ISOP are so great😭
Which novel is it?
it’s been awhile but i’m pretty sure i was talking about after getting gayified, i swore off parody mashups
Thank you for translating! This novel is really cute so far.
This is so cute!! Thanks for the chapter ❤️
Thanks for the translation, this is so cute ☺️
Mama Wu…. Stop this.
Thank you for your hard work.
These mother-in-law really know how to stop the love birds XD
I feel like this will backfire on the agents so much, cuz when the lovebirds finally get to see each other neither heaven nor Earth will keep them apart lol
Mother-in-law is indeed the first hurdle to conquer
Ugh. I’m so mad at Wu Youpeng.
“Must support the family…”. LX must’ve written up a storm during this time. Thank you
turned out wu ge more stricted than xu ge 😂
Ling Xi’s manager is to much 🙂
Please don’t make me hate you
Honestly, maybe my viewpoint is not the same, but I think it’s too controlling to have complete possession of his phone (an adult!!) I get that they’re close but it doesn’t matter how close you are with me. You can’t keep my phone or monitor my text messages! These feel like basic boundaries, but also just my perspective.
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Haha, I wonder what Xixi’s agent will do when he finds out that they are going to share a room? 😆
Thank you for the chapter <3
That was so sad 😞