Chapter 10 – Wine Hidden in the Candy House

Shen Fubai was suffering from insomnia.

He tossed and turned in bed, holding onto his giant white teddy bear, finding it hard to fall asleep.

Shen Fubai’s sleep quality had never been great. In the modern era, people indulged in staying up late, and it was even more so for him with his night shift job. He had to sleep holding onto this bear every night, and when he stayed at the hotel, Xiao Lin had also brought the 1.8-meter-tall bear along, leading bystanders to assume it was a birthday gift for some child.

Oh yes, the bear was called Heng Heng—named by Shen Fubai himself.

Bear Heng Heng had accompanied Shen Fubai through countless sleepless nights, but tonight’s Shen Fubai was particularly restless.

Every time he closed his eyes, he was reminded of the dazzling and magnificent starry sky, and the soft and gentle eyes on Jiang Heng’s face, mere inches away—more captivating than the whole river of stars. His slender hand caressed his nose gently, leaving a sweet scent of cream.

He was going after the brightest star from the sea of dazzling stars.

That star was right in Jiang Heng’s eyes-

“Heng Heng,” Shen Fubai propped himself up, sitting at the head of the bed without turning on the light. He scooped Heng Heng into his arms, his mind mumbling to those two black glass eyes. “I met Heng Heng today. Not you, but the real Heng Heng.”

“He’s incredibly handsome.” Shen Fubai whispered softly.

“…I kind of like him.”

“No, I really like him.” Shen Fubai looked into Bear Heng Heng’s eyes, clutching its two tiny arms.

Bear Heng Heng stared back with those glass deadpan eyes.

Shen Fubai ruffled at the teddy bear’s head in a chaotic manner. “What are you looking at? You’ve got no soul in your eyes, not a fraction as wonderful as the real Heng Heng.”

Bear Heng Heng: “…”

If the toy had a soul, it could have smacked Shen Fubai in the head hard-

Shen Fubai grabbed the phone on his bedside table, opened Weibo, gleefully admiring the reciprocal following symbol in his list of contacts with Jiang Heng.

“I won’t let anyone not know about this.” Shen Fubai opened his secondary account to post another Weibo.

When ordinary people got a signature photo from their idol, they eagerly preached their excitement to the world. Just the same, Shen Fubai wanted to share the dinner tête-à-tête and star-gazer moment with Bear Heng Heng.

How could such a memorable experience remain unshared in his belly!

But Shen Fubai was still cautious. His secondary account wasn’t unmanned. Directly laying it out would risk being labeled as crazed or being fanned for the sake of trending opinions. Shen Fubai wasn’t that stupid.

Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today: I just had a dream, a dream of Heng Heng watching stars with me. He even accompanied me to eat a lot of desserts, it was blissful.

Child of Uncle Zhang from Next Door: I’ll send you a song, melody “When You Wake Up.”

Soul of Jiang Heng: Is this the legendary sweet dreamland? Wake up, Heng Heng doesn’t eat desserts. You’re likely not a true fan, ha ha ha.

Fair Square: Wine Lady was joyously indulgent. She must have been daydreaming so heavily about her flip side[1] with Heng Heng to be dreaming last night.

Hmph, what do you know. It was real.

Shen Fubai dismissed them with a look of disdain before clicking into his private chat with Jiang Heng again.

Jiang Heng: Thank you. He’s good.

A mere five simple words that he couldn’t take his eyes off no matter how long he read them.

Auntie; was it too sweet?

Just as Shen Fubai was going to log out of his secondary account after relishing the moment, another reply caught his attention.

Yuelao: I came across a similar comment earlier when scrolling through Weibo. The username seemed to look like this. @Amber, it seems like you might’ve had the same dream.

Amber? That sounds kind of familiar…

Shen Fubai had completely forgotten that he’d responded to Amber’s message in the morning. With the number of fans’ messages he received every day, it was impossible for him to remember them all.

His curiosity couldn’t help rising as Shen Fubai clicked into Amber’s Weibo page. The number of posts was pitifully few—the majority were hidden, visible to the eye of its owner only. The most recent one was likely from unjustified restraint, made public and shared.

Amber: Dreamed about watching stars with Fubai. He was observing the stars the entire time, while I was secretly staring at him. Fubai had a sweet aroma. I’ve the urge to build a candy house just to hide him in it.

The exact time of publication coincided with Shen Fubai’s, the minutes were exactly the same, with only a ten-second difference.

Yuelao was a dedicated fan of both Jiang Heng’s acting skills and Shen Fubai’s face, following both of them. She searched on Weibo for their pet names before and after each other. She couldn’t help but leave a note of marvel when two similar Weibo posts appeared side by side-

“Wow, this is prophetic.” Shen Fubai exclaimed at the marvel of the Weibo post. What was written was almost spot on, except for one thing.

He hadn’t been staring solely at the stars. He was just too nervous to turn his head to look at Heng Heng. At the time when Heng Heng was star-gazing, he had also been secretly looking at Heng Heng.

As much as he found that surprising, Shen Fubai didn’t pay much mind to it. He was only treating these coincidences as mere coincidences.

After all, all it took was a quick search on Weibo with his name, and a mess of posts about “dreamed of Fubai marrying me,” “dreamed of having unspeakable stuff with Fubai,” and “dreamed of my kid with Fubai,” would pop out.

Shen Fubai had just about done everything in dreams of others. He’d even gone through the whole series of getting married, having children, aging together, and the tortuous journey of life.

Dreaming of gazing at stars with Fubai? What a trivial matter-

Shen Fubai roughly skimmed Amber’s Weibo posts and discovered that although he hadn’t posted much, most of them were about him.

It appeared that he was dealing with a fan of his own.

Given how their paths had coincidentally crossed, Shen Fubai took the opportunity to leave a comment.

Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today: Other people hide beauties in golden chambers, are you planning to hide me in a candy house?

Hang on! This feels a bit off.

Shen Fubai hurriedly deleted that “me.”

Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today: Others hide beauties in golden chambers, are you planning to hide wine in a candy house?

Shen Fubai was a sweet wine to his fans—tasty and pure, enough to captivate one’s heart and make it drunk.

It was eleven o’clock by the time he sent the message, he messaged Jiang Heng’s main account a goodnight from his secondary account before.

Task done for the day, he locked his phone screen and went to sleep.

Gymnasium.

Jiang Heng was drenched in sweat from running on the treadmill.

The young man owned a face that stood out, at a height of 1.85 meters, his figure wasn’t bulky, but with well-defined muscles and smooth lines that looked extraordinary. True to the typical adage of “looks lean in clothes but has meat when stripped.”

He didn’t mix in the fashion industry, but even then he would flourish. Born to successfully model any piece of clothing that was put on him, nothing ever looked dull in his presence.

Still, fats had a well-known notorious tendency to latch onto solidified bodies when met with a plentiful diet. The young man had to work intensely to maintain that body form.

He was in the gym late into the night, burning calories immediately after a similar gluttonous feast as Shen Fubai’s, in order to avoid coming off as a fattened version of Heng tomorrow when he faces the camera.

As Jiang Heng’s assistant, Xiao Zhang worked hard alongside him in the gym till this hour, cheering him on and encouraging him.

“That’s enough for today,” Xiao Zhang glanced at the time, “you’ve been at it for one and a half hours now.”

Jiang Heng walked off the treadmill, wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, and twisted open the bottle of mineral water to sip a mouthful.

His wet hair stuck to his forehead and beads of moisture trickled down to his neck. In his workout vest, Jiang Heng showcased what true sexiness was.

His appearance was handsome and elegant, rather than muscular. He truly represented a versatile sense of aesthetics. When he played a military officer, nobody thought he was weak. When he portrayed a scholar, no one found him sharp. True versatility at play.

As it turns out there’s potential in every plump individual, much like Jiang Heng’s metamorphosis into a ravishing heartthrob.

Recalling Jiang Heng’s metamorphosis, Xiao Zhang also pondered with sorrow, “You know what your basic physique is, you can’t overeat like that in the future. If elder Wen learns of this, she might as well kill you.”

Jiang Heng tossed the towel aside, “It won’t happen again next time.”

A mental note added to his thoughts by himself: If it’s with Fubai, I might still dare to feast next time.

What’s the point oftraining for two hours if Fubai is delighted with the feasting?

Moreover…he really enjoyed it as well.

It was the most enjoyable dinner he had in many years-

Jiang Heng put on his jacket, took his phone, and returned to the hotel.

Stepping into room 608, he turned back to take a glance at the tightly shut door of 607.

Fubai should be asleep by now.

After swiping his card to enter the room, Xiao Zhang separated from him into another room for the night’s rest. An assistant couldn’t share a room with him at night when the time for rest had come.

Jiang Heng lit up the lights, casting shadows across every corner of the spacious room now filled with a lonely vibe.

He hung up his jacket and went into the bath for a shower.

Adjusting to a desirable temperature, the water began to wash away the sweat and weariness from his body. Jiang Heng paused for a moment while wiping his nose.

Reminiscing about the young man’s enchanting appearance in the moonlight as he sipped on a milk tea with his straw, the cream was on the tip of his nose, his eyes closed, a vixen-like languidity radiated in the corner of his eyes as he smiled at him.

And when the young man raised his head to look up at the stars, the flicker of brilliant light in his eyes, the crisp and clear arc of the corners of his mouth.

Right then, his heart seemed to involuntarily skip a beat.

His body suddenly tensed up.

Jiang Heng picked up the bath towel with an indifferent expression, adjusting the water temp to the maximum cold setting-

After showering, Jiang Heng’s long legs took a stride towards his bed as he prepared for sleep.

Before dozing off, he did his nightly routine—a goodnight message to Fubai.

He logged into his secondary account, unexpectedly finding someone had tagged him.

This was an anomaly. This secondary account was normally ignored by others.

Jiang Heng clicked and came across a familiar ID.

Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today: Just had a dream of watching stars with Heng Heng. He even accompanied me to eat a ton of sweet desserts, and it was total bliss.

Below the post, a returning reply: Earlier, I scrolled through Weibo and came across a similar comment. The ID seemed to look like this. @Amber, is it possible that the dream you had was the same?

The coincidence was astounding.

Taking advantage of a break from his workout at the gymnasium, Jiang Heng couldn’t help the bubbling gratification bubbling within himself when he made a post on Weibo. Never did he expect it to be seen by others. To make matters stranger, around the same time, someone else had posted a similar message.

The feeling was rather peculiar.

Jiang Heng didn’t suspect anything too much. Both he and Shen Fubai had seen countless fanfictions about either the two of them having ripped the storyline apart or a random pairing with someone in the entertainment circuit. Such similar themes didn’t attract his attention at all.

The ID “Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today” was perused by Jiang Heng before. Today, the ID sent him a private message enquiring about his thoughts on Fubai—which was also the reason why he remembered this ID.

The word “wine ” always prompted the image of Fubai in Jiang Heng’s mind. Anything related to Fubai, Jiang Heng memorized it deeply and naturally.

Jiang Heng clicked through her Weibo post, the blogger might be a young girl who was loyal to his cause. Her entire space was full of contents related to him.

And there, she commented on his post.

Did Wine Get Heng’s Attention Today: Others hide beauties in golden chambers, are you planning to hide wine in a candy house??

Jiang Heng pondered seriously on that thought.

Amber: If he doesn’t like the candy house, a golden chamber would also suffice.