TTIG Chapter 66.2

“Zhu Ye ‘Between Mountains and Waters’

 

Lan Huan ‘Jiangnan Shore’

 

Ji Ying ‘Thorn Bird’

 

Xie Shiqi ‘Distant Dreams’

 

FTM ‘Sunny Coast’!”

 

Fang Yinnian’s mind buzzed.

 

Song of the Year—the five most popular, highest-buzz songs of the year. Making this list required being an accomplished artist.

 

FTM’s “Sunny Coast” had over 5 million saves across major music platforms. This song winning was truly well-deserved.

 

What excited Fang Yinnian even more was sharing the stage with his goddess Xie Shiqi—wasn’t this the ultimate fan achievement?

 

Amid enthusiastic applause, all five walked toward the podium together.

 

The Vice President of China Music Association presented their awards.

 

The five excitedly accepted their trophies—beautifully designed, golden, shaped like treble clefs.

 

Fang Yinnian glanced at Xie Shiqi standing nearby. Sister Shiqi happened to look over too, smiling at him.

 

Fang Yinnian felt incredibly elated, his hands trembling slightly as he held the trophy—Song of the Year, though shared among five songs and less prestigious than Album of the Year, still made them extremely happy.

 

Their album sales ranked third—they’d aim for Album of the Year when they achieved first place in sales!

 

Host: “Please give your acceptance speeches.”

 

The singers took turns giving acceptance speeches.

 

Finally it was FTM’s turn.

 

Mo Xun took the microphone, took a deep breath, and smiled: “Thank you to the judges and listeners for recognizing our music. Winning Song of the Year makes us very happy and excited.”

 

His voice choked slightly. After pausing, he continued: “Thanks to producer Yu Ziluo—every song Teacher Yu custom-created for us is wonderful.”

 

“Thanks to our manager Mr. Xu Baichuan, who has respected, tolerated, and helped plan our development since debut. Without Brother Xu, there would be no music group.”

 

“Thanks to all Music Notes—your support has gathered into an ocean of music, giving us unlimited motivation.”

 

“We FTM will definitely keep working hard to bring everyone more beautiful music! Thank you!”

 

As captain, Mo Xun showed no stage fright at major events, delivering a thoughtful acceptance speech acknowledging everyone.

 

After finishing, all five bowed deeply 90 degrees to the audience below. Enthusiastic applause erupted.

 

The industry quite recognized this group.

 

High album sales, decent vocals, serious stage performances, persistence with live mic singing and dancing—compared to other idol boy groups fooling fans, the music group was indeed a breath of fresh air in Chinese music.

 

So industry veterans also gave them applause.

 

Xu Baichuan in the audience had tears in his eyes.

 

Could the music group path really work?

 

Sheng Yao had serious internal factional struggles. When FTM formed, there were actually many opposing voices within the company.

 

As the music group’s chief planner and manager, he was under such pressure in the early debut period that he lost hair daily.

 

Fortunately, these five gifted kids delivered results exceeding expectations.

 

After the awards ceremony, Xu Baichuan said with a beaming smile: “No scheduled appearances for the next two days. Everyone relax well tonight—the big boss personally came to throw you a celebration banquet.”

 

Fu Fei said in surprise: “The bosses came to Beijing?”

 

Xu Baichuan said: “Yes, along with other signed artists. Shiqi also won awards this year, so we’ll go together. There will definitely be drinking at the celebration banquet.” He looked at all five: “Who can drink?”

 

Winning such a prestigious Golden Song award, they couldn’t refuse if people toasted them.

 

Fu Fei actively recommended: “Brother Mo can drink tons!”

 

Tan Junwen raised his hand: “I’m okay, can drink a little.”

 

Tang Che said: “I’ve never drunk, don’t know my tolerance. Should I test it today?”

 

Mo Xun smiled: “Sure, test it. Maybe you’ll turn out to be a dark horse—the best drinker among us.”

 

Though Tang Che said he’d test it, he didn’t dare actually drink much since he didn’t know his tolerance. Getting drunk after two glasses and vomiting on the leaders would be embarrassing.

 

Better to test privately first.

 

Xu Baichuan put away the trophy and everyone drove directly to the hotel where Sheng Yao Media was hosting the celebration banquet.

 

Many Sheng Yao executives attended today, including CEO Zhao whom they’d met at the concert, plus several general managers overseeing publicity, marketing, and business departments.

 

This celebration banquet was essentially the company’s annual party, with signed artists like Tao Yizhou, He Yan, and Black Sky band all present.

 

He Yan walked over smiling to hug Mo Xun: “You guys actually won Song of the Year—amazing!”

 

He Yan had won this award before, but didn’t release a new album last year so didn’t participate in judging. Tao Yizhou had also won it.

 

Though Tao Yizhou liked lip-syncing, his popularity was genuinely high with strong album sales, making him Sheng Yao’s heavily promoted top-tier artist.

 

Celebration banquets naturally included leadership speeches. CEO Zhao’s speech was concise, saying Sheng Yao’s artists performed excellently last year and the company would continue securing more resources while everyone should keep working hard.

 

Nice platitudes with enthusiastic applause below.

 

After speeches came dinner. Halfway through eating came inevitable mutual toasting. CEO Zhao came to FTM’s table, smiling: “You’re all adults who can drink, right?”

 

His assistant beside him held an elegant glass tray with five decanters filled with baijiu and five wine glasses.

 

CEO Zhao said: “Give the decanters to our five handsome guys.”

 

Xu Baichuan respectfully said: “CEO Zhao, Yinnian, Xiao Fei, and Tang Che all have poor alcohol tolerance. To avoid embarrassment, let them abstain? Let Mo Xun and Junwen represent them in drinking with you.”

 

CEO Zhao raised his eyebrows: “How poor is ‘poor tolerance’?”

 

Fang Yinnian honestly said: “I get drunk after one glass of baijiu.”

 

Fu Fei scratched his head: “I can drink maybe one or two shots at most? Hehe, when drunk I go crazy, talking nonsense and jumping around—might scare everyone.”

 

Tang Che made up a great excuse: “I’m allergic to alcohol.”

 

CEO Zhao laughed: “Alright, no forcing it. You guys drink beverages while Mo Xun and Tan Junwen come with me.”

 

Mo Xun and Tan Junwen went as FTM representatives to drink at the main table. He Yan was also there—Brother Yan could drink tons and handled such social situations with ease.

 

Tao Yizhou didn’t go over, sitting nearby with headphones, squinting while listening to music, seeming impatient with such scenes.

 

A group of people took turns toasting leadership. Several northern leaders wanted drinking games with finger-guessing—quite lively.

 

Entertainment company annual parties had excellent security measures. Media reporters and paparazzi couldn’t enter, and stalker fans didn’t know the venue location, so leaders were relaxed.

 

Among the executives present was an extreme heavy drinker who kept pulling Mo Xun and Tan Junwen to clink glasses, saying things like “you’re young and promising with unlimited futures…”

 

Mo Xun and Tan Junwen had no choice but to keep drinking with him.

 

Fang Yinnian sat at the same table as Xie Shiqi and chatted for a while after dinner.

 

Xie Shiqi had debuted for a full ten years and planned to hold a global tour this year. Fang Yinnian really admired her: “Sister Shiqi is amazing—a global tour isn’t something ordinary singers can pull off.”

 

Xie Shiqi smiled and winked: “Work hard, you guys can hold global tours in the future too.”

 

Fang Yinnian blushed: “Forget global tours—we can’t even hold domestic concerts right now.”

 

Xie Shiqi said: “You don’t have enough songs yet. Release one or two more albums to build up your setlist, consolidate your popularity, and then you can hold concerts.”

 

She smiled: “When the time comes, I’ll be your guest.”

 

Fang Yinnian looked at her excitedly: “Really?”

 

Xie Shiqi nodded: “You debuted by covering my song—that’s fate. When you hold concerts, I’ll come support you.”

 

Fang Yinnian clenched his fists: “That’s amazing!”

 

He was incredibly excited for that day to come.

 

Xie Shiqi left early at eleven, with good reason—catching an early flight with scheduled work tomorrow.

 

But FTM couldn’t leave early and had to sit and wait.

 

Xiao Fei played games out of boredom, Tang Che scrolled Weibo with his head down, and Fang Yinnian gradually grew anxious watching Mo Xun and Junwen continuously drinking at the main table—drinking like this was harmful to their health.

 

By midnight, after finishing over a dozen bottles of Maotai at the main table, things finally calmed down. Someone suggested going to KTV for a second round.

 

He Yan whispered in Mo Xun’s ear: “For the second round they want to go to an entertainment club, understand?”

 

Going to entertainment clubs to hire pretty boys and girls, doing indulgent things under the guise of massage and foot washing—some industry people always played wild games. Mo Xun didn’t want to go along with their debauchery.

 

Mo Xun asked quietly: “Can we slip away?”

 

He Yan said: “Pretend to be drunk and escape quickly.”

 

The next moment, Mo Xun hugged He Yan and said loudly: “Brother Yan, why do you have three heads!”

 

This was what Fang Yinnian had said when drunk—Mo Xun suddenly remembered and used it immediately.

 

He acted drunk quite convincingly. He Yan cooperated with the performance, and the two stumbled drunkenly toward the restroom.

 

Tan Junwen was genuinely drunk, lying face-down sleeping on the table.

 

Xu Baichuan stepped forward to smooth things over: “CEO Zhao, let me take them back first? They’re all completely wasted.”

 

CEO Zhao smiled meaningfully and waved his hand: “Go ahead. They’re so young—need more practice drinking.”

 

Xu Baichuan beckoned Xiao Fei over, and together they carried the sleeping Tan Junwen to the elevator, telling Yinnian and Tang Che to wait for Mo Xun to come out.

 

When Mo Xun emerged from the restroom, Fang Yinnian and Tang Che went to support him. Mo Xun put his arm on Fang Yinnian’s shoulder, leaning close to his ear and chuckling softly: “Yinnian, I’m not drunk.”

 

Fang Yinnian asked: “Can you walk by yourself?”

 

Mo Xun let go of him to try walking alone but stumbled with unsteady steps and nearly fell. Fang Yinnian hurriedly stepped forward to support him: “And you say you’re not drunk.”

 

Mo Xun’s head was splitting with pain. He’d drunk a lot today—those leaders really could drink, constantly toasting him without allowing refusal.

 

Though his mind retained some consciousness, his body was completely out of control, and the scenery before his eyes swayed like an earthquake.

 

Mo Xun gave up trying to walk alone, putting his arms over Fang Yinnian and Tang Che’s shoulders to let them support him to the elevator.

 

The company van quickly took them back to their hotel.

 

Tan Junwen slept like a dead pig. Xiao Fei and Xu Baichuan carried him upstairs while Fang Yinnian and Tang Che worked together to help Mo Xun back to their room.

 

Mo Xun wasn’t completely unconscious—he still had some awareness and cooperated when being helped to walk. Tang Che placed him on the bed, caught his breath, and said: “Yinnian, I’m heading out. You can handle taking care of him, right?”

 

Fang Yinnian nodded: “Mm.”

 

After Tang Che left, Fang Yinnian turned back to see Mo Xun lying on the bed grinning, happy about something unknown, looking silly.

 

He’d never seen Mo Xun like this—probably too drunk, eyes unfocused and expression vacant.

 

Fang Yinnian walked over to remove Mo Xun’s shoes and socks, struggling to remove his suit jacket. When his fingers touched the buttons of Mo Xun’s shirt, Fang Yinnian’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

 

They’d all worn suits to today’s awards ceremony. Mo Xun wore a white shirt underneath, now tucked into his waist. His firm chest muscles rose and fell like mountains with each breath beneath the thin fabric.

 

Sleeping in a dress shirt would be uncomfortable, right? Should he help remove it?

 

Fang Yinnian’s cheeks burned. He had no experience caring for drunk men. Seeing Mo Xun smiling at him, Fang Yinnian asked softly: “Mo Xun, do you recognize who I am?”

 

Mo Xun’s voice was low and hoarse: “You’re… Yinnian.”

 

Fang Yinnian asked: “Can you undress yourself?”

 

“Yes.” Mo Xun reached to unbutton his shirt but couldn’t manage it after a long time. The alcohol was hitting him, and he wasn’t very clear-headed anymore. His brain couldn’t give accurate commands to his limbs, and the scene before his eyes kept swaying.

 

After struggling with the buttons for a while, he said quietly: “Can’t get it open.”

 

His voice sounded quite pitiful.

 

Fang Yinnian had no choice but to help him unbutton his shirt. Mo Xun stared blankly at the slender, pale hands before him.

 

Fang Yinnian removed his shirt. Mo Xun’s muscles were very beautiful, especially his abdomen—his eight-pack abs and V-lines were very defined.

 

This was the first time Fang Yinnian had seen his muscles at such close range. Fang Yinnian’s heart pounded like drums as he frantically looked away and turned to get pajamas for Mo Xun.

 

Mo Xun sat obediently, letting Fang Yinnian dress him.

 

Should he help remove the suit pants too? The stiff belt and tight dress pants would be uncomfortable for sleeping, right?

 

They were both guys anyway—helping him undress was no big deal. Fang Yinnian placed his hand on Mo Xun’s belt. “Click”—the sound of the belt opening was particularly clear in the quiet room.

 

Mo Xun’s gaze moved downward, staring at Fang Yinnian’s hand. The pale fingers contrasted starkly with his black underwear.

 

Mo Xun’s mind was in chaos. He suddenly grabbed that hand forcefully and pulled Fang Yinnian into his arms.

 

Fang Yinnian had been sitting on the bed edge. Pulled suddenly, he fell solidly onto Mo Xun’s body. Just as he was about to get up, Mo Xun’s arms clamped around his waist like iron hoops.

 

Their chests pressed together without any gap.

 

Even their sensitive lower regions were intimately touching.

 

Fang Yinnian’s heart skipped a beat as he frantically pushed him: “Mo Xun, what are you doing? Let go first, I’ll change you into pajamas.”

 

Mo Xun looked at the person before him with hazy eyes, saying softly: “Yinnian… did you come find me… I missed you so much…”

 

What nonsense was he talking? Fang Yinnian froze.

 

The next moment, Mo Xun’s hand suddenly moved up, gripping the back of his head and pulling it down, forcefully kissing his lips.

 

Fang Yinnian’s brain instantly crashed, his mind going completely blank.

 

Mo Xun was drunk and unconscious, only knowing he held the person he’d been thinking about day and night.

 

Sensing Fang Yinnian’s familiar, gentle scent, Mo Xun immediately greedily pried apart his teeth, his tongue driving straight in.

 

Wanting to absorb more of Yinnian’s taste.

 

“Mm…”

 

Fang Yinnian’s lips and tongue were entangled wildly by the young man in a somewhat inexperienced kiss that seemed to want to devour him—frenzied and passionate.

 

He tasted the alcohol in Mo Xun’s mouth.

 

Fang Yinnian’s entire body went rigid, lying in Mo Xun’s arms like a statue, even forgetting to resist in his shock.

 

He was being kissed by Mo Xun…

 

What was happening?

 

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