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Wen Shang's thoughts drifted back to the present. He casually asked, “Are the people on this photo wall still part of the troupe?” Zhuo Fei shook his head. “The people here are either current or former members of Hongqing, but not all of them stayed. Some left to start their own troupes after completing their training. Others left for personal reasons.” Wen Shang knew someone like Mu Yuan wouldn't have gone off to start his own troupe. He followed up, “Those who left, were they expelled…- 147.2 K • Completed
- "Is there anything I can help you with?" Zhuo Fei noticed the man in the suit looked unfamiliar. He wasn't a regular patron of the troupe and didn’t seem like he was here to find someone. So he walked over and asked politely. Wen Shang shifted his gaze from the performers rehearsing on stage. He turned to Zhuo Fei and replied, "I was passing by and heard someone singing opera. Got curious and stepped inside. Sorry if I interrupted anything." "Not at all." Zhuo Fei quickly waved his hand, smiling…
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- Mu Yuan was sure that Wen Shang was up to no good. He bolted, sprinting up the stairs and rushing into the room, slamming the door behind him in a panic. But he was just a second too late. Wen Shang’s hand shot through the gap, and with one hard shove of his knee, he forced the door open and barged right in. “Not bad. You’re pretty damn good at switching roles.” Wen Shang stood at the doorway, blocking the exit, looking at him with a mocking smile. Mu Yuan instantly knew the act was over.…
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- Xiang Yang had just seen off a client when Wen Shang walked through the door. “Well damn, you’re free today?” Xiang Yang grinned. “Missed me or what? Came to hang out?” Wen Shang glanced around the studio. “Hasn’t changed much in all these years.” “I’m a sentimental guy,” Xiang Yang replied. Wen Shang nodded. “Makes sense. No wonder every tattoo that comes out of this place still looks old school.” Then he added, “You got anything else booked today?” Xiang Yang…
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- Mu Yuan was crashing at Wen Shang’s place while recovering. It wasn’t like he wanted to. He just didn’t have many options. His own place was out of the question. That was Xiao Xing’s territory. With all the Sixth House brothers coming in and out, too many mouths meant someone was bound to slip up, and the whole damn act would fall apart. He Dongying’s place was off-limits too. The guy had cats, and Mu Yuan was allergic to cat hair. As for Luo Yi’s house, that actually wouldn’t have been a…
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- The sky was just starting to brighten when Mu Yuan woke up and found himself lying in a trash shack with his clothes in disarray. He instinctively reached for his pocket and felt for his wallet. It was still there. At least he hadn’t been robbed. He could vaguely remember attending a gathering at the Wen family the night before. Later, Wen Shang had invited him to his private place for drinks. He’d been in high spirits, drank too much all at once, and blacked out. As for what happened after that, Mu…
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- While Mu Yuan was in the hospital, the brothers from the Sixth House and He Dongying came to visit him every day. “Dongzi, you and the guys really don’t have to keep bringing all these fruits and supplements every single day,” Mu Yuan said that afternoon, sitting up on the hospital bed. “I’ve only got one mouth. How the hell am I supposed to finish all this?” He Dongying frowned. “Me and Ah Zhi haven’t brought you anything lately. Are you sure you’re not mixing things up?” Mu…
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- The charity gala was packed with the city’s elite, including celebrities, tycoons, and socialites. It was a prime opportunity to build connections. Dressed in a sharp formal suit, Mu Yuan stayed close to Luo Yi, mingling with the guests and making easy conversation, laughter slipping in naturally. Wen Shang had also been invited to the event. But the two of them didn’t interact at all. Each stayed in his own circle, talking to different people. To liven up the atmosphere, the organizers had…
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- Mu Yuan held He Dongying’s Patek Philippe watch in his hand, playing with it. “Fuck. Tell me, Dongzi, which sugar daddy gave you such an expensive birthday present?” He Dongying sat quietly to the side, smoking a cigarette as white curls of smoke drifted from his lips. Mu Yuan flipped up from the couch like a carp leaping from water and continued asking, “Was it that same rich guy you’re always talking about? The one who keeps trying to turn you gay?” “Who else could it be?” He…
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- Since then, Mu Yuan had taken to visiting Wen Shang’s place frequently under the excuse of checking in on his Nai Gai. The real reason was to familiarize himself with the layout of Wen Shang’s home, laying the groundwork for a thorough search later. Tomorrow was Wen Shang’s birthday. Coincidentally, it fell on the same day as He Dongying’s. Mu Yuan went to the mall, wandered around, and bought each of them a birthday gift. “Dongzi, I’ve got business to handle tomorrow, so I’m skipping…
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