Trigger Warning: Thoughts about Shan Yatong’s original body’s suicide
Carrying the drunken Shan Yatong to bed, Xiao Qishen’s eyes were drawn to his slightly red cheeks and his pink lips. His fingertips softly brushed the corner of Shan Yatong’s mouth, and the delicate sensation stirred his heart slightly.
He couldn’t resist leaning down and touching the young man’s lips. Smelling the scent of wine in his breath, he almost couldn’t resist squeezing the young man in his arms.
Holding back the stirring in his heart, he took his hand back from the young man’s lips. Instead, he held up his exposed left arm, ready to tuck it back under the covers. At that very moment, he froze.
The shirt cuff on his left wrist was left unbuttoned, revealing his pale wrist, and the inconspicuous scar that was particularly striking to the eyes.
The scar was no longer obvious. But it still gave away the pain, and how ruthless the teenager had been when he made the cut.
His heart clenched for a moment, immediately followed by a strange feeling. How could this person choose to kill himself? How could a person like this try to commit suicide?!
Exactly who had caused him so much pain?!
After standing up and gently closing the door, Xiao Qishen saw another door next to him. He hesitated slightly, then walked over and opened the door. For a moment, he didn’t know if should go in. The room had heavy curtains pulled shut, not letting in a single ray of sunlight. It was extraordinarily dim.
It was only a moment of hesitation. Xiao Qishen walked in, and even pulled the curtains open, letting sunlight fill the room. He took in the appearance of the room.
There was a valuable piano, an electric guitar, and even a guzheng. There were several musical instruments in the room. On the other side, a table was set up, with a bookshelf behind it. He approached it for a closer look, and saw some books on economics and art.
The combination of economics and art left people with a sense of incongruity. Xiao Qishen pulled out a book, and surprisingly, it was the rubbings of a Chinese painting. He rubbed his chin. He didn’t expect Shan Yatong to like this kind of book. He could not believe he was only 19 years old. Even though he was 26 years old, he wasn’t even interested in this kind of stuff. How could a 19-year-old be interested in this?
Again, he took out another book. This one had notes scrawled inside, and it was obvious it was a well-read book.
Setting the book back in its place, he pulled another one out about economics. As soon as he opened it, an envelope that was sandwiched in between the pages slipped out and fell to the floor. There was a dark red stain on the corner of the envelope.
Seeing the dark red stain, Xiao Qishen felt a rising panic in his heart. He bent down to pick up the envelope, and saw “Shan Tong’s last words.”
‘Shan Tong’ was Shan Yatong’s name before he debuted. Thinking about the scar on Shan Yatong’s wrist, Xiao Qishen’s fingers trembled slightly as he took out the letter from the envelope.
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His phone started to ring, and seeing the name on the caller ID, he answered it. “Hello, cousin.”
“You said you’re doing a final costume photoshoot today?” The voice on the other end of the line was calm.
“Ah, did I say that?” Xiao Qishen leaned back in his swivel chair. “I had a little too much to drink last night. I don’t remember.”
“Is that right?” Tang Ruanqing’s voice paused. “Is Shan Yatong with you?”
“He was drunk, and he’s sleeping right now.” Xiao Qishen didn’t even have the heart to joke with Tang Ruanqing. He stood up, and pulled out the book about interpretation. He flipped through it. “Is something wrong, cousin?”
“How could he be drunk?”
“Ah…” He flipped a page with some notes left behind by its owner. “Yuxin was in a bad mood. He drank with her, and naturally got drunk.” Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow. “Cousin, you like Jing Anjue, right?”
He expected to be hung up on, but to his surprise, Tang Ruanqing stayed silent only for a moment. “What did you want to ask?”
“Nothing, I was just asking casually.” Xiao Qishen closed the book in his hand. “I was wondering what kind of man he was, that’s all.”
“Zimo, I don’t know when you actually became interested in these things,” Tang Ruanqing said with a flat voice. “You were studying in the UK when he became popular. Even after you returned home, you were only interested in car racing. And when he… left, you were still overseas. What’s the point of trying to understand someone who you’ve never crossed paths with?”
He tapped the table with his fingertips. Xiao Qishen smiled softly. “All right, all right, I won’t ask. I’d better go and take care of my dear Yatong.”
Listening to the beep from his mobile phone, Xiao Qishen closed it. He looked at the book on the desk. Getting up, he returned it to its original place.
Closing his eyes, Tang Ruanqing hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.
There was a knock at the door. Sitting up, he said, “Come in.”
“Chairman Tang.” Xie Xun entered the room. It was as if he did not notice the weariness under the man’s smile. “Right now, we need to deal with the matter regarding Han Jing.”
Tang Ruanqing nodded. After thinking for a bit, he said, “I’m going to let the public’s opinion destroy Gu Sen.”
Xie Xun felt awkward. “But he’s a top-tier artist under Taylor, perhaps…” he paused, “The company is now preparing for Qishen’s tour, and there is also Emperor Jing’s memorial party. So if we meddle too much in Han Jing’s affairs, it might have an impact on the other two, especially Emperor Jing…”
“I know, all our focus is on the memorial party.” Tang Ruanqing looked at the hesitant Xie Xun. “What else?”
Xie Xun thought for a moment. “I was going to say something about Shan Yatong.”
“Oh…” Tang Ruanqing pointed to one side of the sofa. “Sit down and speak.”
Xie Xun went along and sat down. He thought very carefully about his wording. “I heard that in Flying Entertainment, Shan Yatong was extremely unremarkable. Not only did he have frequent NGs while filming the MV for his album, there was also a lip-syncing situation.”
Tang Ruanqing’s smile gradually became lighter. “Are you trying to say… Shan Yatong is avoiding doing something he lacks skill in to save face?” Even he himself found such a statement so ridiculous. As an artist trying to move up the ladder, avoiding something because of his own clumsiness is the equivalent to a student taking the college entrance examination, and deliberately answering the wrong questions. It was simply impossible.
And obviously Xie Xun also felt that his own boss had just spoken nonsense. He automatically filtered his sentence. “His lifestyle was also different in many ways compared to what it is now. I heard the other day that he called a recycling company to remove the original contents of his home, and subsequently ordered a piano. As far as I know, Shan Yatong doesn’t know how to play at all.”
Lighting a cigarette, Tang Ruanqing took a drag. He frowned. “So what?”
“So…” Xie Xun shrugged. “So this Shan Yatong is a very interesting artist.”
“With all that you’ve said, and you’re trying to say he’s interesting?” Tang Ruanqing snuffed out the cigarette he had just lit, and stood up. “Xie Xun, I see that you’re too idle. Since that’s the case, Han Jing’s affairs will be entirely your responsibility.”
Xie Xun touched his nose. It seemed that the boss wasn’t in a very good mood right now. He stood up and walked to the door. He suddenly crouched down, and looked back at the man standing. “Is it… don’t you think that the Shan Yatong who entered Sky Crown Corporation is very similar to him?” With that said, he didn’t bother looking at the man’s expression, and closed the door.
Similar to him? Looking through the large glass window behind him, Tang Ruanqing snorted. No one could compare to him. No one!
Shan Yatong…
He squinted and lit a cigarette again. This was just a coincidence. Even though he couldn’t help but want to get close to the young man, he was still not that person.
In March, the flowers of blooming willows were like fireworks. Spring was just right, both warm and cold. Xie Xun lowered his eyelids slightly. Even in Spring, it could get chilly at times.
When Lin Yuxin woke up, the window showed it was already dark outside. She sat up, and rubbed her aching head. Getting out of bed, she walked to the door and pulled it open, only to hear a conversation coming from the kitchen.
“Xiao-ge, this julienned potato is… too thick.” A certain junior was trying to be polite and tactful. “Why don’t you go to the living room and rest for a while, this will be ready soon.”
Sighing, a certain emperor defended himself. “You were drunk this afternoon, and I was worried you might accidentally cut your hand. So, I’ll help you with the dishes.”
Lin Yuxin then heard the sound of something falling on the ground. She huffed, and walked out of the room. She folded her arms to her chest, and looked at the scene. Emperor Xiao was staring blankly at a cucumber on the ground, while junior Shan was looking helplessly at Emperor Xiao.
“Emperor Xiao, are you trying to ruin Yatong’s kitchen?” Lin Yuxin said mockingly, “Help from you is really too much for others to bear.” She glanced down disdainfully at the green, straight cucumber on the ground.
Xiao Qishen replied sarcastically, “It’s better than a woman who brags that she can’t get drunk, but gets intoxicated after a few glasses.”
Shan Yatong coldly watched the Heavenly Emperor and Empress bicker in his own kitchen. Nonchalantly, he said, “If you’re both in good spirits, I still have two packets of instant noodles.”
Emperor Xiao immediately shut up. Lin Yuxin grinned brightly. This is the kind of Yatong that indeed had the imposing grandeur and flair of a queen.
‘Bang!’ The kitchen door slammed shut. The emperor and empress were banished to the sofa in the living room. Xiao Qishen said with a smile, “Finally, I can eat a lunch personally cooked by Yatong… no, dinner.”
Lin Yuxin squinted at him. “Congratulations.” Unfortunately, there wasn’t much sincerity.
Xiao Qishen was in a rather good mood, and didn’t care. “Thank you.”
“Hopefully… you can succeed.” Lin Yuxin stood up. “I’m going to take a shower while you slowly wait for dinner to be ready.”
Xiao Qishen glanced sideways at her, and smiled a little, not making a sound.
No matter what the future held, tonight he was going to have dinner made by Yatong. This was a small step towards success.
Shan Yatong, who could cook dinner, was truly, completely adorable.
Of course, certain people who fell in love would always ignore the bad things. Such as, the contemptuous look of a certain student Shan, or the bright green cucumber he had dropped straight onto the floor.
Edited by Kyou
Poor cucumber
thanks for the chapter~
I wonder if Jing Anjue knew how many people liked/loved him?
Thanks for the chapter <3
He didn’t because he kept everyone at arms length… Now he will know.
The thing is, most of the people who are currently obsessed with him only developed that way after his death. He’s dangerously perceptive, so I really doubt he’s nearly as oblivious as he might seem to Xiao QiShen’s attempts at flirting. He just hasn’t decided yet if he’s willing to allow him to succeed.
Thanks for the chapter! 💕
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
I really like this novel, KEEP IT UP TRANSLATOR SAMA!! I WILL GO AND SUPPORT THE AUTHOR RIGHT AWAY!!!!
Thank you so much for the hard work with the translation.
I really hope SYT won’t change. I really agree with his outlook on love, life and death. He is such a complex character and I love that about him. O don’t want him to be “ruined” by love. At this point, I guess I’d just rather have him pick no one. He is well by himself.
Poor original owner.. Yuan Wen should learn the kind of irreparable damage he caused to the original owner by his bullying and become a better person.