The matter of coming out was something Fu Yuqian and Song Yu had discussed privately several times. Fu Yuqian’s plan was to keep courting Song Yu until he turned twenty-two the following year, then register their marriage on his birthday, a meaningful day. As for going public, he wanted to wait until they had both achieved success and won some awards.
Even Yin Lang had worked with the PR team to draft several publicity and contingency plans to minimize any potential fallout especially to protect Song Yu.
Fu Yuqian himself didn’t feel wronged at all. After all, he already had Song Yu — the most precious treasure in the world. Even if he had to be a “secret lover,” he was still living it up and loving every second.
So when Song Yu suddenly announced their relationship, Fu Yuqian was stunned for a few seconds, staring in shock. When he came back to his senses, he immediately stepped forward.
“Song Yu, stop talking. Let’s go backstage first.”
“But don’t you always call me baby?” Song Yu said, as if the situation wasn’t explosive enough even blurting out their private pet name. The audience below froze in disbelief, eyes wide as Song Yu dropped a bombshell on stage.
Fu Yuqian didn’t even know how to react for a moment. He just stared at Song Yu quietly, the corners of his lips lifting unconsciously while his eyes turned red. His hands, nervously hidden behind his back, were caught clearly on the big screen.
Song Yu was also emotional, but he had practiced this speech countless times in private, so his voice remained steady as he continued:
“Fu Yuqian has always treated me very well. When I was in a coma, he contacted foreign specialists and tried everything to save me. When others slandered me, he stood up for me. When my agency exploited me, he set me free and gave me a generous, fair contract. He can cook — and it tastes great. He takes care of me, in every little detail. He dances beautifully, sings wonderfully, acts brilliantly, and has a great figure. He secretly liked me for three years. His family likes me too Aunt Ling is even my fan… A man like this, I’d be a fool to let him go.”
By the time he finished, Song Yu’s eyes were red, his voice trembling. Fu Yuqian turned his head, hiding his face with his hand.
“In my heart, Fu Yuqian is like family as important as my fans. I’m deeply grateful for the three years you’ve all stood by me, and I’ve always considered you my strength. In these three years, I’ve done nothing to betray your trust including loving Fu Yuqian. He’s the man I chose. He’s a good man. I’m very happy with him. So, I ask you please bless us. Thank you.”
When he finished, Song Yu bowed deeply.
Fu Yuqian stepped up beside him and bowed as well the two of them side by side, like a couple paying respect at a wedding ceremony.
Then Fu Yuqian pulled Song Yu into his arms, holding him tightly. “Baby, I love you.”
The entire venue erupted into thunderous applause and screams. Fans cried and laughed at once, completely moved. They were real! The two of them embracing on stage was so beautiful, so overwhelming, that fans couldn’t stop yelling — “Go to the marriage office already!”
Song Yu, high on adrenaline, felt lighter than air, as if he could do a backflip on the spot. He hugged Fu Yuqian back and, in a show of playful possessiveness, kissed him twice on the cheek as if declaring to the world, this man is mine.
But Fu Yuqian wasn’t satisfied with just cheek kisses. He cupped Song Yu’s chin and kissed him right on the lips. Song Yu was startled, immediately trying to pull away cheek kisses were already his limit! Why are you kissing my mouth?! Fu Yuqian, calm down! You can’t perform an R-rated scene on stage!
Just moments ago he had boldly declared their love to the world, but with that sudden kiss, he turned back into a shy little bunny. The fans couldn’t stop laughing, shouting loudly: “Get married!”
…
Afterward, Song Yu pushed Fu Yuqian away and ran off in embarrassment. Fu Yuqian gave an apologetic gesture to the crowd before chasing after him.
Online, the internet exploded. Countless hashtags flooded the trending list, and photos and gifs from the event spread across every corner of the web. Fans who hadn’t gotten tickets were crying in regret — why didn’t I go?!
But most people were full of blessings. Song Yu had always been genuine from day one of his debut, he worked hard, treated his fans sincerely, and even when his company mistreated him, he still did his best to spoil his fans.
Several of his long-time fan leaders were the first to post:
“All this time, our gege has always spoiled us and cared about us. He’s always done his best to meet our requests. He treats us sincerely and we should repay that sincerity. So if he loves Fu Yuqian, then we’ll love Fu Yuqian too. He wants our blessing then we’ll wish him a lifetime of happiness. He deserves it.”
The two fandoms quickly followed each other, and combined, Fu Yuqian and Song Yu’s total fan count broke the 80 million mark. Coincidentally, Fu Yuqian’s follower count ended in 521 (which sounds like “I love you” in Chinese), while Song Yu’s ended in 520 (“I love you too”). Fans refused to ruin the perfect numbers, taking screenshots to preserve the sweet coincidence.
Yin Lang complained that his two “ancestors” couldn’t stay calm for even a day, but still worked overnight on PR. What surprised him most was how understanding Song Yu’s fans were instead of unfollowing, they all followed Fu Yuqian and sent heartfelt blessings.
Just as the fan leaders said he deserves it.
Reading all the warm messages online, even Yin Lang felt touched. Maybe… being in love wasn’t so bad after all.
Just then, one of the fan leaders messaged him privately:
“Sister Yue, now that our idol is dating, when are you going to meet my brother?”
Yin Lang: “…”
Backstage, Song Yu locked himself in his dressing room, his face and neck still flushed red. Fu Yuqian couldn’t get in, and since he couldn’t leave fans waiting too long, he said a few words through the door before returning to the stage.
Song Yu patted his own cheeks, took a deep breath, and opened Weibo. He had expected to see a flood of angry “unfollow” messages but instead found posts from his major fan accounts full of blessings. His eyes welled up again. He liked and replied to each one with thanks, then finally, openly followed Aunt Ling’s account.
It was something he had wanted to do ever since the time he’d been in Yiyi’s body, but when Aunt Ling became an open CP fan of “YuQian,” he had felt too awkward to follow her.
Now, of course, everyone noticed. People clicked on Aunt Ling’s account and were shocked.
The name “He Ling” wasn’t common, and Song Yu had followed this fan account which had once passionately called Song Yu “my husband,” “my boyfriend,” and often dissed Fu Yuqian for not being as good as Song Yu. Wait… this older fangirl was actually Fu Yuqian’s mother?!
The fandom went into chaos — it was too funny! Though a few people were a bit unsettled. After all, wasn’t Fu Yuqian’s mom already in her fifties?
Poor Madam He Ling woke up to find her phone exploding. She scrolled through the news in shock, half crying, half laughing. Her dear Song Yu never failed to surprise them.
Calmly, she posted a Weibo update:
“I’m grateful I gave birth to such a good son, one capable of bringing little Yu home. You can only envy us~ hehe~”
Attached was a photo from a previous visit to the set, where she and Song Yu had eaten together.
In the picture, her skin was fair and smooth, her features elegant standing beside Song Yu, they didn’t look like mother and son at all, more like siblings.
Fans went wild, what level of goddess is this?! No wonder she could give birth to someone like Fu Yuqian!
And since Aunt He had spent years generously sending gifts and doing giveaways online, many fans had received her presents everyone felt completely reassured. Clearly, Song Yu would never have to worry about mother-in-law problems.
The buzz lasted a full week before finally calming down.
At the next concert in May, fans noticed Song Yu wasn’t there and complained to Fu Yuqian. “Where’s Song Yu?”
Fu Yuqian sighed helplessly. “He’s still mad at me. That kiss last time went a little too far.”
Fans burst out laughing then asked when he planned to propose.
At that, Fu Yuqian groaned, “Xiao Yu won’t be of legal age until next year…”
But the fans had zero sympathy for him after all, he was the one who’d managed to “trick” Song Yu into his arms so early on.
Just as the fans were teasing and chatting, the big screen suddenly switched to a video, it was Song Yu!
In a soft, sweet voice, he said,
“Ding! Your Song Yu baby is online~ Were you talking bad about me? Don’t get too emotional yet this video’s for my fans! My dear Lead fans, Fish fans, and Pisces girls I really couldn’t make it this time because of work. But Fu Yuqian’s performance is great too, so please enjoy it! I’ll definitely make it up to you later, mwah~”
Then he lifted his hands over his head to make a heart.
The fans screamed wildly. He’s too good! Too cute! Too flirty! Aaaaa!
No, they regretted it now — Fu Yuqian doesn’t deserve someone this perfect!!!
Fu Yuqian: “…”
He stood alone on stage, expression blank as if the whole world had abandoned him.
The fans burst into laughter. What a treasure Song Yu is! So adorable it was criminal and poor Fu Yuqian looked utterly pitiful, lol.
Fu Yuqian muttered sourly, “I’m used to it.”
He wiped the imaginary tears from his face and kept singing.
Three days after the concert, Fu Yuqian and Song Yu flew abroad together to a world-famous rose garden, escaping for a short, peaceful vacation.
The rose estate had a history of over a hundred years, its architecture distinctly medieval, the kind of place that looked naturally filtered and dreamlike. Endless rose fields stretched to the horizon, so beautiful they hardly seemed real.
Song Yu fell in love with it at first sight. Every morning when he opened his window, the first thing he saw was a sea of blooming roses. He even suggested, “Let’s take our wedding photos here someday?”
Of course, Fu Yuqian agreed immediately.
In such a romantic setting, Song Yu also relaxed completely. The two of them spent several shamelessly sweet days together, their relationship growing even deeper and more genuine.
In June, Song Yu joined the filming of an e-sports drama, while Fu Yuqian started shooting a movie. Once again, they were separated by work but whenever they had time, they’d visit each other’s sets.
Before filming, Song Yu went to train at a professional e-sports club. The series was adapted from a popular Jinjiang novel, one of the biggest projects of the year. The producers wanted the drama to be as authentic as possible, so they partnered with the well-known e-sports club HNB, even inviting some professional players to appear in the show. Their gaming consultant also came from the top-tier club “So Damn Good.”
The timing was perfect the season had just ended, and the next hadn’t begun yet.
When Song Yu arrived, the players were already practicing. He joined them, learning and following along.
Thanks to his earlier exposure, Song Yu quickly picked up the game mechanics. He’d even played a bit privately. At twenty-one, he was at the prime age for e-sports his reflexes were top-notch, and his dynamic vision was almost as sharp as Yiyi’s. To him, other players’ skill shots looked like they were in slow motion.
Originally, a coach was supposed to teach him how to play. But after a while, the professional players gathered behind him instead watching him.
Song Yu was using the club’s account, already ranked in the “King” tier, but he played with effortless skill. His fingers flew over the keyboard, precise and fast, his combos clean and efficient practically carrying the whole team.
When they destroyed the enemy base, Song Yu, of course, earned the MVP title.
HNB’s captain, Qianyuan, looked at Song Yu with burning eyes, as if he’d just discovered a rare gem.
“Song Yu, have you ever thought about joining us? Look, there’s no wall between e-sports and entertainment anymore. We have fans, support, even international tournaments you could bring glory to the country! The pay’s good too. Just three years after that, you can retire and still act!”
Song Yu had never really played games before, since his childhood had been so turbulent. Finishing a match like this gave him a thrill, the cheers from his teammates shouting “666!” (awesome!) were deeply satisfying.
He genuinely enjoyed the game, and if not for his strong self-control, he might have agreed right away. But faced with Qianyuan’s enthusiastic offer, Song Yu had to refuse albeit reluctantly.
Qianyuan sighed in disappointment.
Still, Song Yu spent the whole day playing. He was showing all the signs of becoming a gaming addict even missing Fu Yuqian’s calls.
After four or five straight hours, he finally noticed his phone with over a dozen missed calls and felt a pang of guilt.
He hurried outside to call Fu Yuqian back. Fu wasn’t angry, just curious what he’d been up to. Song Yu told him everything honestly even bragging a little that he’d been invited by a top national e-sports team to go pro.
Fu Yuqian laughed softly.
“My baby’s amazing you’re the best at everything you do. Even the boyfriend you chose is top-tier.”
Song Yu blushed. “Shameless. Who praises himself like that?”
Fu Yuqian chuckled. “But isn’t it true?”
Song Yu glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before whispering, “Yes… you’re the best.”
“Baby…” Fu Yuqian sighed deeply. “I miss you.”
Song Yu’s face turned crimson in an instant.
When it came to shamelessness, he knew he’d never beat Fu Yuqian in this lifetime.
Author’s Note:
Another super sweet chapter!
I just realized all my recent updates have been 4,000–5,000-word chonky chapters! Why hasn’t anyone praised me yet? ╭(╯^╰)╮
Thanks to the little angels who gave me grenades and nutrient solutions between 2020-03-29 22:23:55 and 2020-03-30 11:08:01!
💣 Grenade:
- 五行缺钱好多年 (One grenade)
💥 Landmine:
- 沈巍 (One landmine)
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- 五行缺钱好多年 (20 bottles)
- 静哒哒蜗牛 (10 bottles)
- 夜灵雪 (1 bottle)
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