CH 107

Damn!

Rong Yuheng quickly covered his mouth.

In the darkness, a swift heat spread across his face, and every hair on his body stood on end!

Qiao Tan’s voice came from the other end, “What’s wrong?”

Rong Yuheng tried to move his arm, but he couldn’t break free from Wen Zhecheng’s restraint. Wen Zhecheng’s breath continued to brush against his ear, concealed yet ambiguous, scorching and tempting.

Rong Yuheng could only force himself to stabilize his voice, “I accidentally bit my tongue.”

Chen Luoxing laughed, “Didn’t you eat enough tonight?”

“I…” Wen Zhecheng slowly eased his grip, allowing Rong Yuheng to finally breathe. Rong Yuheng quickly moved towards the wall, but his waist was hooked back by the arm around him. “I ate enough, but got hungry again after some activity.”

“Do you want me to get you some snacks? There are some in the cupboard.” Qiao Tan offered, preparing to get up. He and Wen Zhecheng were in adjacent beds, so as long as he moved, he could sense that something was amiss nearby.

Rong Yuheng hurriedly said, “No need! Everyone is already asleep.”

Chen Luoxing added, “We just lay down, haven’t fallen asleep yet, no problem.”

Rong Yuheng strained his brain, coming up with an excuse, “I’ve brushed my teeth, not particularly hungry. Let’s go to sleep.”

During the brief deadlock, Qiao Tan suddenly asked, “Hey? Why isn’t Teacher Wen saying anything?”

According to Wen Zhecheng’s nature, he should have jumped up by now.

Rong Yuheng suddenly felt nervous, clutching the bedsheet tightly—

Because it had only been a short time since the lights went out, everyone’s eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the darkness, and no one deliberately tried to look around. So, no one noticed that Wen Zhecheng had squeezed over to Rong Yuheng’s side.

Now, with Qiao Tan mentioning it, the two on the other side began to consciously look in their direction.

Rong Yuheng quickly nudged Wen Zhecheng with his foot: What do we do, what do we do, what do we do!

Wen Zhecheng paused for a second, then used his hand to lightly pinch Rong Yuheng’s waist as a form of punishment.

Rong Yuheng’s waist twitched from the pinch. Before he could kick Wen Zhecheng again, Wen Zhecheng slowly turned over, moved a foot away, and pretended to sit up as if he had just propped himself up from the bed.

“If you want to eat, I’ll get it for you.” Wen Zhecheng’s voice sounded calm but with a hint of awkwardness.

Qiao Tan was puzzled, “Teacher Wen, are you mad at Rong Rong?”

Wen Zhecheng remained silent.

Qiao Tan instantly confirmed his speculation—no wonder he didn’t speak earlier, he was silently angry.

But now, Wen Zhecheng took the initiative to sit up and show concern for Rong Yuheng. Perhaps he had softened?

Seeing Wen Zhecheng acting with a full display of acting skills, Rong Yuheng felt a little relieved. But he was still upset and kicked Wen Zhecheng again: You deserve it for messing around!

The bed made a dull sound of “thud.” Chen Luoxing, alarmed, sat up and looked over, afraid that these two might start arguing.

As Qiao Tan’s eyes adapted slightly to the darkness, he saw Wen Zhecheng sitting on the bed, but his position was closer to Rong Yuheng’s side. With both hands supporting his body, he looked down at Rong Yuheng.

Qiao Tan was confused. What were these two doing? Why weren’t they saying anything?

“Wen…”

“It’s nothing.” Wen Zhecheng suddenly spoke, and upon closer listening, there was a hint of playfulness in his voice. “We were just fooling around, and it affected you guys.”

He extended his arm to Rong Yuheng’s mouth again. “Hungry? How about you nibble on me?”

Rong Yuheng lightly pushed him away with a “pop.” “Go away, not interested!”

Wen Zhecheng chuckled softly.

Chen Luoxing, relieved that the two weren’t really arguing because of their group’s jokes, sighed. If Wen Zhecheng and Rong Yuheng had fought because of their banter, it wouldn’t have been good.

Chen Luoxing said, “It’s okay, it didn’t affect us!”

Qiao Tan clicked his tongue, “Why do I feel like we’re the ones affecting you guys?”

“…”

Two main characters whose secret was accidentally exposed: silent and embarrassed.

After tossing around for a while, Rong Yuheng was really tired. He wrapped himself in a small blanket, bid goodnight to the other three, and obediently closed his eyes.

In the hazy drowsiness, he faintly felt a hand resting on his abdomen, tapping gently, with a comforting strength. In this extremely hypnotic rhythm, Rong Yuheng fell into a deep sleep.

…

The next morning, 7:30.

When Qiao Tan woke up, he was a bit hesitant to look to his side, afraid of seeing inappropriate scenes.

After contemplating for a while, he slowly opened his eyes a crack and sneakily glanced to the side…

Only to find that both pillows were empty.

Qiao Tan was taken aback for a moment, then opened his eyes and scanned the beds. He saw Rong Yuheng wrapped in a blanket, lying across the two beds like a caterpillar, sleeping so soundly that drool was coming out—it was indeed a sweet sight.

The original occupant of the bed, Wen Zhecheng, was nowhere to be found.

Qiao Tan was silent for two seconds. It seemed they had misunderstood Wen Zhecheng yesterday. Judging from the current situation, the ownership of the bed indeed belonged to Rong Yuheng.

Qiao Tan got up quietly and left the room. After finishing his morning routine, he headed downstairs.

Just as he reached the staircase on the second floor, he heard some movements from the kitchen. When he descended into the living room, he looked up and happened to meet eyes with Wen Zhecheng behind the kitchen.

“Wen Teacher, so early?”

“Good morning, Teacher Qiao.” Wen Zhecheng greeted him and continued to mix preserved eggs in a bowl.

Qiao Tan walked over to help, “What are you making?”

“I steamed some dumplings and made porridge. I saw preserved eggs in the fridge, so I made a cold dish with them.” Wen Zhecheng said, “Originally, I wanted to cook noodles, but I didn’t know when they would wake up. Leaving it for too long would make it clump. I’ll stir-fry some minced meat and green beans later; it goes well with rice.”

Qiao Tan admired, “Who would have thought that the esteemed actor would get up early to make breakfast for everyone?”

At this moment, the cameras in the house were already on. Qiao Tan couldn’t say too much explicitly but praised, “Whoever ends up with you in the future will be so fortunate.”

Wen Zhecheng didn’t say anything, but Qiao Tan, familiar with him, caught a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Tan put the green beans on the cutting board and started to chop them into small pieces, “This morning, I saw Rong Rong sleeping sideways. Did you arrange him like that?”

Wen Zhecheng heated oil in the pan and began to stir-fry the minced meat, “As I said, he doesn’t sleep well.”

Qiao Tan suddenly choked: Wen Zhecheng was causing a scene under the camera again, loudly kicking the cabinet door!

Changing the subject, Qiao Tan said, “Is it almost done frying?”

After Qiao Tan added the cut green beans to the pan, a sizzling sound filled the air, and the fragrance of sour and spicy flavors wafted.

Wen Zhecheng’s side profile was shrouded in white smoke, his contours handsome and his gaze focused.

Qiao Tan secretly sighed in his heart… He hadn’t quite understood how these two ended up together before.

In his view, Rong Yuheng had a carefree and unique personality, likely to prefer fresh and dynamic things. Wen Zhecheng was good, but a bit serious and solemn, more suitable for conversations with people in his age group. With Rong Yuheng, who enjoyed excitement, Wen Zhecheng might feel a bit dull.

But now he seemed to understand.

Wen Zhecheng, in certain details, had a way of hitting people’s soft spots.

His tolerance was like a cluster of soft light, scattering into little stars in the air with a “crack” sound.

The starlight was fine and dense, gently and imperceptibly filling in all possible gaps in this relationship.

No wonder Rong Yuheng liked him. No one could resist someone who made every detail in life comfortable.

–

Just as the minced meat and green beans were ready, Ju Ziyi came downstairs. She greeted, feeling a bit embarrassed, “Teacher Wen, Teacher Qiao, thank you for your hard work!”

Qiao Tan didn’t dare to take credit, “I didn’t do much; these are all made by Teacher Wen.”

Wen Zhecheng waved at Ju Ziyi from the kitchen, “The steamed dumplings will be ready in five minutes. You can take care of the rest. I’ll go wake up the two upstairs.”

Ju Ziyi relaxed at this and quickly ran over, “No problem!”

Qiao Tan thought of the two little piglets sleeping upstairs and couldn’t help but show a hint of sympathy… Forget about Rong Yuheng, but if Chen Luoxing were awakened by his idol, he didn’t know if he would be ashamed to death.

About five minutes after Wen Zhecheng went upstairs, Chen Luoxing indeed floated down from above. Seeing Ju Ziyi scooping porridge, he immediately revealed an expression of betrayal!

Qiao Tan comforted him, “It’s okay, not everyone gets awakened by their idols. You’re lucky too.”

Chen Luoxing, upon hearing this, almost shed tears. “Teacher Qiao… how come you didn’t call me either?”

Qiao Tan replied, “It’s too early; you young folks, taking a bit more sleep is no big deal.”

Chen Luoxing let out a cry, “Ah~” in a mournful tone, “I’m done for, my image is ruined in Teacher Wen’s eyes!”

Ju Ziyi soothingly said, “No, you never built it up in the first place.”

Chen Luoxing remained silent. He was on the verge of tears!

Another five minutes passed, and there was movement at the staircase. Everyone turned to look and saw Wen Zhecheng coming down with heavy steps—his weariness evident as he was still carrying a drowsy hamster on him.

Rong Yuheng struggled to open his eyelids and greeted everyone, “Morning…”

Qiao Tan chuckled, “Still not awake? Teacher Wen has already prepared breakfast.”

Upon hearing this, Rong Yuheng immediately became alert. He clung to Wen Zhecheng, tilted his little face, and rubbed against him, “Teacher Wen~ You’re amazing!”

Wen Zhecheng felt the bitterness of losing his bed and waking up early instantly vanish!

He pursed his lips, restraining himself from laughing on camera. Then, he turned and sweetly looked at his little hamster, “No more shaomai, but I steamed dumplings. Do you want to eat?”

Rong Yuheng said, “Yes, I’ll eat anything you steam!”

Onlookers: …Indeed, fresh morning dog food, still dewy.

Qiao Tan was now nonchalant. He thought that whether it was sweet or not, the fact that Rong Yuheng could see Wen Zhecheng’s seldom-expressed efforts meant Wen Zhecheng was worth it. As a friend of Wen Zhecheng, he shouldn’t be too sour.

… Yeah, right.

Qiao Tan skewered a piece of preserved egg with a chopstick—damn, it was so sour!

—

The five gathered around the table for breakfast, and Qiao Tan took the opportunity to announce the task they had just received.

“Guests from A Distance Place” is a lifestyle program, but it doesn’t solely record the daily lives of the guests. The first day is for the guests to relax and adapt to the environment, and on the second day, they need to complete a task assigned by the production team.

Qiao Tan unfolded the note handed to him by the director, “Using existing materials, add a practical item to our grand villa.”

Ju Ziyi said, “A practical item? But we don’t lack anything!”

Wen Yuheng frowned in thought for a moment, then spread out his small hand and stretched out his head, “How about this mobile storage rack?”

Everyone: … Too expensive, can’t afford it!

Qiao Tan hinted, “It’s good, but unfortunately, tomorrow it will move with Teacher Wen.”

Wen Zhecheng immediately straightened his back, as if he was filled with the glory of starlight. “Exactly.”

Rong Yuheng sighed and lamented, “It’s a big loss for the program.”

The director behind the camera: … Not regretful, not sad, thank you.

After finishing lunch, the five guests took a tour around the inside and outside of the villa. When Wen Zhecheng strolled past the bedroom, there was a momentary strange pause.

Rong Yuheng asked, “What’s wrong? Do you have any good ideas?”

Wen Zhecheng pointed to the wall behind the bedroom, “Don’t you think that wall looks a bit empty?”

Rong Yuheng teased, “Ghost story?”

Wen Zhecheng: …

He hinted, “I mean, it’s suitable for hanging couple photos.” The kind of photos that two people take when they get married.

Rong Yuheng responded, “Oh… romantic~”

Following them, Qiao Tan, overhearing the words “couple photo,” couldn’t help but brighten his eyes. “Hey, can we make a photo wall? The outer wall behind the sunroom is quite empty, and with flowers and plants, it’s perfect for a photo wall.”

The two main pets who unintentionally planted the seed of the idea instantly went silent, not daring to let Qiao Tan perceive their true intentions.

After this creative idea was approved by all the members, they started collecting materials to prepare for production. Long ropes, tape, and clothespins were combined to hang the photos, and Ju Ziyi brought colored paper and markers to add embellishments.

In the afternoon, Wen Zhecheng and Qiao Tan went back to their rooms to prepare lunch, and the rest continued decorating the photo wall.

In the sunroom, there was a small table where everyone worked on handicrafts. Ju Ziyi brought a pot of tea to relax them, and Rong Yuheng’s mousse from the previous day was also brought out.

The afternoon sunlight was bright and gentle, and the five guests, accompanied by laughter and joy, created a warm atmosphere indoors.

The photo wall was finished, and the production team took a group photo of the five, hanging it on the thin string they had just set up.

In the photo, Wen Zhecheng and Rong Yuheng stood together. Although they blended into the big family of “Guests from Afar,” both of their heads were slightly tilted towards each other, like they were leaning on each other, restrained yet affectionate.

…

After dinner, Rong Yuheng and Wen Zhecheng were about to bid farewell to the production team. The guests exchanged contact information, and before leaving, Rong Yuheng hugged Qiao Tan.

With his head resting on Qiao Tan’s shoulder, he sincerely and softly said, “Thank you, Teacher.”

Qiao Tan smiled, patting his back, “Getting better and better.”

Both in career and love, they should all progress positively.

The two had a flight at 10 PM, so they had to head to the airport now. Because time was tight, they directly took the program team’s car. Their manager was already waiting to assist with airport procedures.

On the way, Rong Yuheng took out his phone to check Weibo, and Wen Zhecheng leaned over, joining him in browsing. After losing their Weibo accounts for the second time, both of them rarely surfed the platform anymore—no other reason but the flood of emotions that it brought.

Now, squeezed together, they tried to collectively dispel the sadness and pain of losing their accounts and simply enjoy the fun of browsing.

Rong Yuheng, while scrolling through his Weibo feed, suddenly remembered that tomorrow was the official announcement day for the STAR—T boy group endorsement. His fingers paused, and then he quickly searched and clicked into JonLi’s Weibo profile.

After being criticized across the internet, JonLi had refrained from mentioning anything about the STAR—T boy group. However, about five hours ago, his Weibo account had suddenly updated with numerous photography works.

Rong Yuheng clicked into the comment section, filled with rainbow praises like “divine composition” and “amazing color tones.” Wen Zhecheng took just one glance and said, “Water army.”

Tomorrow was the official announcement for the endorsement, and the fact that JonLi was soliciting water army today made it hard not to raise suspicions.

Rong Yuheng affirmed, “This little troublemaker must have some tricks up his sleeve again. Master, what should we do?”

Wen Zhecheng, amused by his adorable tone, reached out to ruffle his hair, “If we still had the account, it would be easy, but unfortunately, it was confiscated. We can leave it to Qu Youhe and Shi Qiu.”

Rong Yuheng was a bit unwilling. He nestled in Wen Zhecheng’s arms, pondering for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands, “Let’s both apply for a new account!”

Wen Zhecheng replied, “What kind of impact can a small account create? Unless it gets banned, but if it does, it will probably be confiscated again.”

Rong Yuheng responded with a mysterious and profound smile. He lowered his head to fiddle with his phone for a while, then handed it to Wen Zhecheng to see.

The newly created account’s ID was blatantly straightforward: Rong Yuheng’s Little Account. The profile picture even used Wen Zhecheng’s ID photo.

Wen Zhecheng said, “…”

After Rong Yuheng finished his own mischief, he instigated his feeding master, “You should also make a ‘Wen Zhecheng’s Little Account’ and use my photo as the profile picture! In the future, we’ll go in and out together, make a perfect pair, and be unstoppable. It will surely catch the attention of netizens.”

Wen Zhecheng, looking at this overly open and yet covert move that concealed their true intentions, remained silent for two seconds… then shamelessly felt tempted.

Secretly, he registered a Weibo account, naming it “Wen Zhecheng’s Little Account” and using Rong Yuheng’s ID photo.

Then, both of them simultaneously commented under JonLi’s Weibo post, joining forces:

@Rong Yuheng’s Little Account: If only 1/10 of the photos you took of Shan Qi were as good-looking, maybe you wouldn’t have been replaced.

@Wen Zhecheng’s Little Account: Rongrong is right!

After posting the comments, the two main culprits, who were quietly causing mischief, exchanged a glance in the dimly lit train carriage. As street lights flickered past the window, excitement and mischief sparkled in their eyes:

Hehehe…

Haha…

Author’s note: Rong Yuheng: Clever.jpg

Wen Zhecheng: Exciting.jpg