UCS Chapter 79.2

“Previously, a certain movie king’s fans were jumping up and down in Gao Gusheng’s comment section saying Gao Gusheng was riding your movie king’s popularity. Now that Gao Gusheng’s identity has been revealed and the situation has reversed, it’s become a friendly cooperation between the two, and your main guy is just appreciating talent?”

 

“Such double standards—double standard dogs must be referring to you all. Really amazing.”

 

“If the two really had a normal business cooperation, then why did you say he was riding on popularity? Now that Gao Gusheng’s identity is revealed, you’re changing your tune. I don’t care—anyway, this wave is definitely your movie king riding on popularity.”

 

“Does the Gao family’s young master need to ride on popularity? He IS the popularity! Who exactly is riding whose popularity? I’m asking, who exactly is riding whose popularity in this situation!”

 

“Previously, Gao Gusheng even posted pictures saying it was just a misunderstanding between the two, and you still insisted on pinning the label of riding popularity on the young master.”

 

“Hello everyone, I’m a fan of the movie king but also really like Sheng bao. Please stop fighting. We’re currently investigating those who posted inappropriate comments to stir up trouble, because we’re currently at the center of controversy, so there’s a high possibility they were black fans impersonating real fans. Please be rational. We apologize for any inconvenience and also apologize to Sheng bao here.”

 

“You say black fans and they’re black fans? Laughable—you’re the ones who are always reasonable when you open your mouths.”

 

“Actually, the movie king is quite innocent too. He just wanted to discover talent, but now he hasn’t discovered the talent and has been messed up by you fans instead. He must be quite angry inside.”

 

“When Gao Gusheng was being severely attacked two days ago, your movie king did nothing except repost one Weibo. Don’t tell me he didn’t know about it.”

 

“Stop fighting, stop fighting! Big brother posted a new Weibo today. Even at the banquet, instead of looking for sponsorship or anything, he found another new actor. Isn’t that too dedicated?”

 

“Ah… I’m not a fan of Xiao Yusheng, but I’m almost moved by his dedication.”

 

“How many of us have watched Movie King Xiao grow up? Would the Movie King Xiao we’ve watched grow up really have any bad intentions?”

 

“Besides, the movie king didn’t do nothing! Didn’t he help Gao Gusheng repost that photo clarification Weibo? Without the movie king’s repost, not many people would have known about Gao Gusheng’s Weibo, right?”

 

“Right, the movie king didn’t know this matter would become such a big deal. The movie king has been busy with auditions these past two days, right? Even at the banquet, he was still busy with casting. It must be because he put all his energy into casting.”

 

“Exactly, Gao Gusheng isn’t special. Movie King Xiao’s care for newcomers and willingness to mentor new talent is well-known.”

 

…

 

With the influx of trolls and fans, the battlefield wasn’t as intense as before, but judging by this trend, it would probably continue for several days.

 

Xiao Yusheng understood the principle of “good or bad depends on what you say” most thoroughly. This Weibo post and his guidance were just for those who wanted to see it. As for those stubborn black fans and spectators who enjoyed the drama, what they believed was just the answer in their own hearts.

 

But even so, Xiao Yusheng couldn’t escape being labeled as two-faced and materialistic by some passersby and black fans, as well as being tagged as incompetent for not controlling his fans.

 

Xiao Yusheng’s reputation, which had remained spotless for years, was showing some cracks.

 

Of course, Xiao Yusheng knew about this, but changing impressions couldn’t be accomplished overnight. Looking at those opposing comments, his face darkened. His breathing became rapid, his cheeks showing an unhealthy flush. Yu Xi frowned and tossed him a mint candy.

 

“Calm down, stop looking at Weibo.”

 

Xiao Yusheng seemed possessed, constantly scrolling through those comments opposing him.

 

Seeing this, Yu Xi simply pulled over and stopped the car, snapping, “Xiao Yusheng!”

 

Xiao Yusheng seemed to wake from a nightmare, suddenly snapping back to clarity.

 

He forcefully bit the mint candy to pieces, allowing the slightly spicy sensation to stimulate his entire mouth, then turned off his phone screen.

 

Seeing him calm down, Yu Xi restarted the car and changed the subject, “You said it was killing three birds with one stone—what’s the third?”

 

“The third?”

 

Xiao Yusheng’s eyes were completely bloodshot. He lowered his gaze to prevent Yu Xi from seeing his abnormal state, slowly curving his lips into a smile.

 

“The third? That’s a secret. I can only tell you in a few days.”

 

…

 

After resolving the matter with Gui Yan, Gao Shi closed another business deal on his way back, and the banquet was also nearing its end.

 

Walking to the secluded corner where his friends had gathered, he saw Ying Bujie, who had been obediently eating when he left. Now there were several bottles of wine in front of the table, and though Ying Bujie looked no different from usual at first glance, a closer look revealed that his gaze had become somewhat unfocused.

 

Gao Shi quickly stepped forward to Ying Bujie’s side.

 

“How did you get this drunk?”

 

He immediately took the wine glass from Ying Bujie’s hand. Ying Bujie looked up at him half a beat late, his eyes misty as if veiled in fog.

 

Then he slowly blinked.

 

He was completely drunk and dazed.

 

Gao Shi glared at his childhood friends, “You guys actually had a drinking contest with him. Couldn’t you keep an eye on him and let him get this drunk?”

 

The only one still conscious among his childhood friends, slurring his words, complained bitterly, “Hey, Old Gao, open your eyes and see which side won the drinking contest!”

 

Men bond through alcohol. At first, seeing Ying Bujie’s ethereal appearance, they felt a bit reserved, having that kind of reverent fear you’d feel facing a Daoist statue. But after Ying Bujie picked up his glass and took a sip, he was like a child who’d tasted a favorite drink, downing glass after glass.

 

Seeing this, the group thought, hey, here’s our conversation starter!

 

It started as friendly toasting, but later, watching Ying Bujie down glass after glass without his complexion changing at all, they became competitive and started the drinking contest. Ying Bujie accepted all comers, showing no signs of intoxication whatsoever, drinking them all into submission until they all started calling him “big brother.”

 

Cheng Zeqi was the worst off among them.

 

Cheng Zeqi had always felt there was some unknown relationship between his Old Gao and Daoist Ying. Today, bringing Ying Bujie to meet their childhood friend circle meant things were official in Cheng Zeqi’s mind—he was meeting the brothers! Shouldn’t they have a good drink or two?

 

He hadn’t expected that Daoist Ying, who seemed so otherworldly, could drink so much, knocking out their entire group!

 

Yet Gao Shi’s favoritism was boundless—he only saw the seemingly fine Daoist and not the circle of childhood friends lying around drunk.

 

Gao Shi looked down at the mess and rubbed his forehead with a headache, calling each of their families to say their young masters wouldn’t be going home tonight—the old friends hadn’t seen each other in a while and were having a reunion.

 

Then he had people carry these unconscious drunks to rooms to rest. They couldn’t just lie here like corpses scattered everywhere—what would that look like?

 

If someone walked into the wrong room leading to a night of passion, pregnancy, and fleeing abroad to a crematorium plot, that would be quite something.

 

After sending the drunks to their rooms, only Daoist Ying remained.

 

Daoist Ying sat like an elementary school student, hands properly placed on his knees, looking up at Gao Shi with focused attention as he efficiently dealt with the group of drunks.

 

His eyes followed Gao Shi’s every movement, watching very intently.

 

Gao Shi glanced at the table—there was a bottle of red wine, a bottle of white liquor, and half a bottle of opened grape wine.

 

Daoist Ying’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t very good, yet he dared to mix these different types of alcohol? No wonder he was so confused.

 

However, Gao Shi didn’t know that Ying Bujie had drunk so much that the waiters had already cleared away several tables’ worth of bottles.

 

Unfortunately, Gao Shi was unaware of this.

 

He looked at Ying Bujie and sighed, “Daoist Ying, can you walk by yourself?”

 

Ying Bujie nodded slowly, then stood up sluggishly.

 

Seeing Ying Bujie’s condition, Gao Shi simply draped one of Ying Bujie’s arms over his shoulder, then supported his waist as they walked toward the guest rooms.

 

Gao Shi brought him back to the room, helping Ying Bujie remove his suit jacket while having someone prepare warm water.

 

“Daoist Ying, you can’t get drunk in unfamiliar places outside.”

 

“It’s not as safe as in the mountains.”

 

Whether Ying Bujie understood or not, he nodded after a while.

 

The alcohol seemed to be taking effect as Ying Bujie’s cheeks and ears gradually took on a light pink hue.

 

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes like butterflies settling on his eyelids.

 

Drunk Ying Bujie seemed particularly clingy. He softly made a “mm” sound, then pressed his forehead against Gao Shi’s shoulder.

 

The sandalwood fragrance from Ying Bujie’s body enveloped him.

 

Gao Shi softened his voice, “Are you feeling unwell, Daoist Ying?”

 

Ying Bujie shook his head, his forehead brushing against Gao Shi’s neck in a way that made it slightly ticklish.

 

Seeing his steady breathing, he seemed about to fall asleep.

 

Gao Shi carefully lifted him up. Though Ying Bujie looked tall and slender, he was heavier than expected. Thinking of Ying Bujie’s bare upper body he’d seen before, Gao Shi found this weight reasonable.

 

Gao Shi gently placed Ying Bujie on the bed, but unexpectedly, his tie had somehow ended up in Ying Bujie’s hand. Gao Shi stumbled and quickly braced himself on the bed, barely avoiding falling on top of Ying Bujie.

 

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and was about to pull his tie from Ying Bujie’s hand when Ying Bujie slightly opened his eyes, then closed them again. His hands reached up, encircling Gao Shi’s waist and pulling him down.

 

Ying Bujie’s strength was surprisingly great. Caught off guard, Gao Shi was pulled firmly into Ying Bujie’s embrace.

 

Ying Bujie held him like a large body pillow, nuzzling against the top of Gao Shi’s head, looking like he planned to sleep just like this.

 

This wouldn’t do.

 

Gao Shi struggled again, trying to free his head from Ying Bujie’s embrace. But Ying Bujie only held him tighter. At this moment, a knock came from outside the door, “Young Master, fresh towels and personal clothing.”

 

Helplessly, Gao Shi could only push at Ying Bujie’s waist, “Daoist? Daoist, the towels are here. Wipe yourself down before sleeping.”

 

But he saw Ying Bujie like a little rabbit whose sleep had been disturbed, drowsily squeezing out an “mm” from his throat, then releasing a stream of white spiritual energy from his fingertips that gently touched Gao Shi’s body. Instantly, both of them were surrounded by tiny points of white light. Gao Shi immediately felt his entire body lighten considerably—the alcohol and smoke odors dissipated, leaving only a faint ebony sandalwood fragrance. His whole being felt refreshed as if he’d just taken a bath.

 

Well, now even the towels weren’t needed. Gao Shi had to call out, “Not needed for now. Take them to Cheng Zeqi and the others instead. Tell Lele to go to bed early.”

 

The servant acknowledged and left.

 

But even if their bodies were clean now, they couldn’t sleep together, right?

 

Gao Shi struggled briefly but couldn’t break free. He smiled wryly, “Daoist, let me go. You need to rest, and I can’t sleep here, can I?”

 

This time Ying Bujie heard him and opened his eyes again. Due to the alcohol, his eye rims carried a layer of pink, making him look as if he’d been wronged, seeming to ask why they couldn’t sleep together.

 

Though Ying Bujie was this drunk, his voice remained clear and cold, containing indissoluble sadness. Like blame, yet like sorrow, “You promised we wouldn’t be separated anymore.”

 

His voice held so much suppressed sadness, as if years of waiting had been kneaded into this one sentence.

 

Hearing this, Gao Shi’s heart was struck hard, full of sourness. He didn’t even know where this sourness came from. For that instant, he thought he was dreaming again—in the dream someone wore black robes, strange and twisted scenery flashed past and collapsed before his eyes, with only the person before him being real.

 

He instinctively answered, “Alright, we won’t be separated.”

 

Only after his answer did Ying Bujie contentedly close his eyes again, not forgetting to forcefully press Gao Shi back into his embrace.

 

For Gao Shi, a man over six feet tall, to be held in someone’s arms like this was a novel experience he probably hadn’t had since he was old enough to understand things.

 

Gao Shi felt indescribably awkward. He tried moving slightly, but seeing Ying Bujie frown in his sleep, he didn’t dare move anymore.

 

Gao Shi sighed inwardly, thinking he’d wait a bit longer until Daoist Ying was deeply asleep before leaving.

 

He thought he’d have trouble truly falling asleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he sank into slumber.

 

…

 

Gao Shi saw Gui Yan.

 

Beside Gui Yan was a young man slightly shorter than him.

 

Gao Shi knew his name was Bai Mingyue.

 

Ever since first targeting race car drivers, he had pulled up data on all famous racers, screening through layers to identify 19 drivers meeting the criteria. He knew these 19 drivers’ profiles by heart. That’s why he could recognize Gui Yan at first sight and quickly guess at that possible “white moonlight.”

 

In fact, he had guessed correctly.

 

Now, in the dream, Gao Shi watched from a god’s perspective as Bai Mingyue lay in a hospital bed, looking up and smiling at Gui Yan.

 

No matter how Gao Shi looked at it, this Bai Mingyue was far inferior to his son.

 

Never mind other things—even just looking at appearance, he couldn’t match even one ten-thousandth of his son’s looks.

 

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