Chapter 8 – The Arrival of the Gays

The night in Paris was romantic and tranquil. Wrapped in a bathrobe, Wei Lai listened to the sound of water pattering in the bathroom as he waited for Chu Yin to come out.

Chu Yin was notoriously meticulous when it came to showering, and Wei Lai was nearly dozing off by the time the bathroom door finally opened. Through the mist, Wei Lai caught sight of a hazy figure.

If beauty could transform into wind, Wei Lai would have been instantly blasted bald by the typhoon-level gusts emanating from the crybaby.

With the physique of a top-tier male model, the freshly showered, dripping-wet crybaby exuded an entirely different kind of sex appeal. Just based on appearance alone, he was a once-in-a-lifetime top.

Wei Lai’s heart pounded wildly as he flopped onto the bed in a starfish position. “Forget mahjong—rub me instead!”

Chu Yin tightened the towel around himself. “I knew you had ulterior motives! Madam Wei, pick up your dignity from the floor!”

Wei Lai said, “Then how about this? I’ll make you feel good first, and then you… heh heh.”

Chu Yin huffed, “I… I have a boyfriend.”

Wei Lai: “!!! Who?!”

Chu Yin snorted. “Not telling you.”

Wei Lai, who always knew his limits, reluctantly pulled himself together. “Alright, I guess we’re really destined to just be sisters.”

On that romantic Parisian night, the two shared a bed for the second time—huddled under the covers, each with a phone in hand, opening a private mahjong room in an online game and battling it out until dawn.

As the first light of morning crept in, Wei Lai, dark circles under his eyes, asked weakly, “Had fun? Happy now?”

Chu Yin’s eyes sparkled as he nodded eagerly. “Again! I want more!”

Wei Lai burrowed into the blankets, barely clinging to life. “…Next time, next time. I’m tapped out. I can’t go on.”

Chu Yin dug Wei Lai out of the blankets insistently. “Last time, you said my sleeping posture was bad. Is that true? I don’t believe it. Wait until I fall asleep, then take a picture of me.”

To prevent a repeat of the blanket-stealing tragedy, Wei Lai wrapped his arms around Chu Yin and said, “Bed photos like that—sure, but unnecessary. Let’s sleep…”

With that, Wei Lai closed his eyes and was out like a light.

Chu Yin, unused to being held like this, tilted his chin up warily and leaned in to sniff Wei Lai’s forehead—not smelly, actually quite nice.

Chu Yin didn’t dislike Wei Lai’s scent, and the novelty of sharing a bed with someone intrigued him. He obediently let Wei Lai hold him and closed his eyes.

That night, Chu Yin and Wei Lai went from being sisters to mahjong buddies. Over the next six months, their busy schedules kept them apart, but mahjong—being a national treasure—only strengthened their sisterly bond through countless virtual matches.

The turning point came on a rainy day half a year later.

One of Wei Lai’s “girlfriends” had been stabbed—by a rabid, scum top—and too afraid to tell his family, he confided only in Wei Lai.

Wei Lai’s popularity wasn’t for nothing. He had a good heart, knew how to handle people, and was fiercely loyal to his friends. He immediately booked a flight back to Chengdu to accompany him in the hospital.

The girlfriend, named Yan Yunshui, was three years younger than Wei Lai, a history teacher at a third-rate high school with a flirty but soft personality. He had dated a guy with violent tendencies and, after enduring several beatings, decided to break up. The ex-boyfriend ambushed him at the school gates, pulling a “If you dare leave me, I’ll kill myself” stunt. During their argument, Yan Yunshui was stabbed, while the rabid scum top ended up in jail.

Lying in the hospital bed, Yan Yunshui looked utterly lifeless—the kind of “one wrong move and he’ll jump off a building” kind of bad.

Wei Lai tried to console him. “Yun Yun, wanna play mahjong?”

Yan Yunshui shook his head.

Thinking of his male god, Wei Lai suggested, “It’s been a while since I played with Chu Yin. I’ll call him to make up a game.”

At the mention of his male god, Yan Yunshui suddenly burst into tears. “Where would he have the time? He’s practically being burned at the stake right now.”

Wei Lai: “…Huh?”

Yan Yunshui: “…What kind of entertainment industry insider are you? You don’t know anything! Check the trending topics yourself!”

Wei Lai opened Weibo. The top trending tag was: #Chu Yin Drug Use#. Clicking in, he found blurry paparazzi photos of Chu Yin’s gaunt face and dubious needle marks, accompanied by seemingly plausible accusations.

Drug allegations were baseless without test results, but as Wei Lai scanned further, he realized the keywords had only exploded two hours ago—an obvious sign of deliberate hype.

Strangest of all, Chu Yin’s team had taken zero action—no attempts to remove the tag, no statements. Nothing.

This wasn’t normal. Had Chen Meixian dropped dead?

Wei Lai video-called Chu Yin, dialing multiple times before someone finally picked up.

The camera was pointed at the ceiling, showing only a hazy chandelier. Wei Lai faintly heard Chu Yin’s ragged breathing.

Wei Lai: “Hello? Chu Yin?”

“Ugh…”

Wei Lai had no idea what was happening on the other end. Chu Yin was the type to whimper at the drop of a hat, but Wei Lai had never heard him cry like this—muffled, as if his mouth was covered, but the anger, fear, and despair were unmistakable.

Wei Lai: “Are you at home? Chu Yin? If yes, hum once.”

Then, Wei Lai heard heavy footsteps. The screen shook, and Chen Meixian’s smirking face appeared.

Wei Lai’s expression darkened instantly. “Chen Meixian, what the hell are you planning?”

Chen Meixian replied lazily, “Guess.”

Wei Lai: “Are you insane?! What good does ruining Chu Yin do you?”

Chen Meixian feigned confusion. “You care about him that much? So… you’re the one trying to steal what’s mine?”

Wei Lai: “Did he sell himself to you?! Wake the fuck up—it’s the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People’s Republic of China!!! If you lay a finger on him, I’ll chop your dick off!”

Chen Meixian said matter-of-factly, “His life was given by my family. I can do whatever I want with him.”

After a pause, he added with a malicious grin, “Or… do you want a three-way? Though… you’re in Shanghai, right? Hah.”

Realizing Chen Meixian was about to hang up, Wei Lai shouted, “Chu Yin, wait for me! I’ll be there in fifteen minutes!!!”

From his hospital bed, Yan Yunshui had heard everything. Now, fury burned through him as he struggled to sit up, teeth clenched. “Fuck, they’re really underestimating us fangirls… OUCH… Let’s go, dick-chopping time!”

Wei Lai pushed him back down. “That stab wound wasn’t for nothing. Stay put—I’m going.”

With that, he twisted his butt, grabbed his car keys and bolted out of the ward like a mother hen.