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Chapter 1 – The 1 That Got Away
by Salted FishOn a most ordinary morning, Chu Yin was awakened by a chubby orange cat plopping its butt on his face. He turned his head reflexively, burying his face into the man beside him, nuzzling against him as he rasped, “Wei Lai, go feed the cat.”
Wei Lai, eyes still closed, scratched his butt and mumbled, “It’s your turn today. I’m sleeping in.”
“But today is my…” Chu Yin had been about to say it was his birthday, but after a pause, he nudged Wei Lai instead. “Do you know what day it is today?”
Wei Lai, half-asleep: “Huh? What day… fuck who1Homophone pun. “Day” sounds like a certain word for “fuck.”?” Before he could even finish, his brain had already checked out, and he drifted back into a dazed sleep.
Chu Yin: “…”
Who else do you wanna fuck besides me?! First thing in the morning, Chu Yin was jolted fully awake by sheer rage.
This was their sixth year together, and they hadn’t even hit the seven-year itch2A popular belief that happiness in a long-term relationship or marriage declines after about seven years. yet—but Wei Lai had already forgotten his birthday!
Chu Yin couldn’t help but suspect Wei Lai was cheating on him.
Chu Yin had extensive experience catching cheaters. Over the past few months, Wei Lai had been staying out all night, taking inexplicably frequent business trips, acting evasive toward him, and now—he’d even forgotten his birthday. Chu Yin’s suspicions were entirely justified.
Quietly, Chu Yin got out of bed and grabbed Wei Lai’s phone. Just as he was about to unlock it, his fingers froze.
The road he and Wei Lai had walked together hadn’t been easy. Wei Lai trusted him completely, sharing every password with him. If he looked now, wouldn’t that mean betraying that trust?
But Chu Yin was desperate to know whether Wei Lai was really cheating. Gritting his teeth, he pulled up the password pad and entered his own birthday.
Password incorrect.
Chu Yin refused to believe it and tried again.
Password incorrect.
A creeping chill crawled up his spine for no reason.
Wei Lai’s unlock password had always been his birthday for years. But now, he’d changed it.
Why?
Chu Yin touched his own head, bewildered. Had he been cheated on… again?
The orange cat at his feet wouldn’t stop meowing. In a daze, Chu Yin climbed out of bed. As he left the room, he closed the bedroom door behind him, his last sight being Wei Lai and their matching couple’s slippers.
Kneeling by the cat food bowl, Chu Yin stared blankly as Big Orange chowed down. Before he knew it, his eyes welled up with tears.
The origin of Wei Lai and Chu Yin’s love story could largely be attributed to one simple fact: Chengdu had no 1s31= top. So, the city’s gay population is overwhelmingly bottom..
Wei Lai had the kind of face that was destined to make it big in the entertainment industry, yet he’d thrown it all away to become a manager for some scumbag.
In a novel, Wei Lai would be the kind of pitiful bottom who’d get torn apart by readers in the first chapter for being so pathetically infatuated.
The scumbag Wei Lai had been obsessed with was named Yao Chaowu. Four years ago, Yao Chaowu had been a D-list nobody, struggling to make it, crying on Wei Lai’s shoulder every day. Later, he skyrocketed to fame—entirely because Wei Lai had traded his own body for Yao Chaowu’s resources.
Whenever Wei Lai came up in conversation, most people would sneer, “Disgusting.”
But even more would say, “Pathetic.”
Today, however, Wei Lai’s pathetic streak came to an end—because Yao Chaowu got engaged. His fiancé could give him more clout and better resources. At the engagement party, Wei Lai didn’t spare Yao Chaowu another glance. He just hugged a liquor bottle, drinking himself into oblivion.
Through drunken, blurred vision, Wei Lai sent Yao Chaowu a WeChat message: Our contract is up. I don’t want to renew.
Less than five minutes later, Yao Chaowu replied: Okay. Thanks for your hard work.
Wei Lai let out a low laugh, tears dripping onto the screen, refracting into prismatic colors. He had polished Yao Chaowu into a dazzling diamond, while he himself had become the filthy, stinking mud beneath Yao Chaowu’s feet. All those years of devotion had earned him nothing more than a dismissive “Thanks for your hard work” on Yao Chaowu’s big day.
Wei Lai had his pride. He refused to let anyone pity him. Wiping his tears, he left and hailed a cab, heading straight to a bar in search of the sex life a grown-ass bottom deserved.
Meanwhile, Chu Yin was also wasted out of his mind, dressed head to toe in designer clothes, a black mask covering most of his face as he curled up in a corner of the bar, phone pressed to his ear.
Chu Yin had started as a model before signing with an entertainment company and switching to singing. He had high-class looks—handsome, sharp features, an ice-cold persona that never cracked—and a legion of devoted fans who called him “husband.” But fame came with drama. Half a year ago, rumors exploded that he’d hooked up with both a man and a woman abroad. There were photos of him entering a hotel and even audio recordings—evidence so solid it might as well have been 24-karat gold. His fanbase tore itself apart in the ensuing chaos, but Chu Yin himself never issued a statement. He just vanished from the public eye.
During this time, only his manager, Chen Meixian, knew his whereabouts. Chen Meixian had discovered and nurtured Chu Yin—but their relationship was far from harmonious.
Chu Yin and Chen Meixian were lovers. A miserable, mutually destructive pair.
Under the bar’s sultry lighting, red and blue strobes flickered across Chu Yin’s face as he slurred into the phone, “Chen Meixian, do you really think I’ll waste my whole life clinging to you?”
“Brother Yin,” Chen Meixian coaxed gently, “Where are you? I’ll come pick you up right now and bring you back home.”
“Home?” Chu Yin frowned. He’d once thought he and Chen Meixian could have a home together, but the fantasy had long since been destroyed by Chen Meixian’s actions.
Chu Yin said, “Don’t bother. I’m tired. I don’t want to move anymore.”
With that, he hung up and went to settle the bill—only to be told someone had already paid for him.
Following the bartender’s gesture, he looked over and saw Wei Lai for the first time. A well-tailored silver-gray suit hugged broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long legs crossed lazily as he raised a glass toward Chu Yin in silent toast. The watch on his wrist flashed under the lights.
Their gazes met in the dimness, and the same thought flashed through both their minds simultaneously—
That’s a 1. And he’s into me!
Seizing the moment before the elusive 1 could slip away, sparks flew like lightning. Reeking of alcohol, they stumbled out arm in arm, wordlessly beelining for the nearest hotel to book a room.
Chu Yin was a man of refined tastes. Still masked, he scattered rose petals on the bed and muttered, “I already showered at home. Oh, and I’m not taking the mask off.”
His voice was smooth, like a famous singer’s. Wei Lai considered this but didn’t object. Life wasn’t fair—some people were blessed with incredible bodies and gorgeous voices but cursed with unfortunate faces. Whatever. Lights off, it didn’t matter. The mask could stay.
Wei Lai’s long-neglected chrysanthemum4Anus stirred eagerly as he prepped himself in the bathroom with practiced ease, sliding something that would get this fic locked on jjwxc into a place that would also get this fic locked on jjwxc.
Meanwhile, Chu Yin powered off his phone, striking a series of poses on the bed, his body half-covered yet exuding the allure of a male model.
The shower stopped. Wei Lai, wrapped in a bathrobe and stuffed with a little bumblebee5Vibrator, buzzed his way out the door.
Chu Yin had finally settled on a position—curled like a stretching cat, hips arched, surrounded by rose petals.
They stared at each other.
The silence was suffocating.
“You’re a 060 = bottom?”
“…You too?”
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