Chapter 63 – Iron Head Crybaby

Chu Yin deftly completed a wave of blocking operations, then angrily scrambled back onto the bed. His momentum was so fierce that he bounced high upon landing, immediately rolling himself up in the blankets and tucking his feet in, turning his back to Wei Lai in a rage that left him dizzy.

“Why did you block me again???” Wei Lai nudged Chu Yin. “Chu Yin, you’re the one who didn’t P me¹Photoshop me, and now you’re acting like you’re in the right?”

Chu Yin kicked his legs furiously. “Get lost!”

Wei Lai stubbornly squeezed onto the bed, pressing close to Chu Yin. “Why did you put up this photo? I have plenty of private, flattering shots of myself—I’ll send them to you. You can change them out under your pillow every day and lick them whenever you feel like it.”

Chu Yin flipped over and roared in Tengger’s deep, resonant voice: “Get lost! This one’s fine! You’re ugly—you ward off evil spirits! You alone are worth a hundred ghost-repelling talismans!”

Wei Lai: “…Hey, how am I ugly? Laozi has been the school heartthrob since childhood, and back in the day, I was just one step away from debuting, okay?”

Chu Yin’s fury made his hair stand on end as he kicked and bared his teeth. “So what??? You went to acting school just to become Yao Chaowu’s manager?!”

Wei Lai: “……”

Chu Yin was determined to drive Wei Lai out of his territory, headbutting him while shouting, “Don’t you dare climb onto my bed! My bed is off-limits to you!”

Wei Lai felt the immense force of Chu Yin’s push and quickly braced his foot against Chu Yin’s thigh, stammering, “What the hell are you mad about? Why are you flipping out like this?”

Chu Yin charged like a raging bull, veins bulging in his neck, but that didn’t stop him from throwing a tantrum: “Madam Wei, why did you go through my stuff?! Steal my dried fish, take my ghost-repelling talismans—my privacy is none of your business! Heartless bastard, all you do all day is giggle and gawk at other men’s dicks, not even an iron chicken coop could contain your slutty soul!!! Madam Wei, you have no heart!”

Once Chu Yin started dredging up old grievances—and doing it with such rhyme and rhythm, like a rap—it meant things had escalated. Wei Lai instantly cowered, rolling off the bed and onto the floor. Peeking over the edge of the mattress with just his eyes, he paused before saying, “Hey… I’m sorry.”

Chu Yin: “……”

Wei Lai tossed the dried fish back to Chu Yin. “I was wrong.”

Chu Yin sniffled before finally asking, “What were you wrong about?”

Wei Lai replied, “Pouty baby, I was wrong about everything, okay? Calm down! The crab roe soup dumplings I left for you have gone cold and hard.”

Buried under the blankets, Chu Yin could hear nothing but his own breathing. He slowly cooled down and thought, Wei Lai didn’t do anything wrong. The one who’s wrong is me.

I shouldn’t like him.

Chu Yin remembered how, when he was with Chen Meixian, he had been deeply depressed. Despite breaking up and getting back together several times, he couldn’t free himself from him. Chen Meixian’s so-called love felt like shackles, and he had been locked in them for so long that they had become part of him, fused with his flesh and blood. The night Chen Meixian came home covered in hickeys, didn’t even shower, and casually climbed into bed trying to have his way with him, Chu Yin had completely broken down—even considering death.

But on that rainy night, Wei Lai had burst in like a fighting cock, beaten Chen Meixian up, and then hugged him like it was no big deal, as if he’d seen it all before.

It had taken Chu Yin a long, painful time to remove Chen Meixian’s shackles—ripping them off skin and bone. He realized deeply that his feelings for Wei Lai had nothing to do with Wei Lai himself. His emotions shouldn’t become Wei Lai’s shackles. He couldn’t become like Chen Meixian.

Chu Yin peeked out from the blankets, his eyes red, and said, “I’m not mad anymore. The soup dumplings.”

Wei Lai quickly presented the crab roe soup dumplings. “Eat up! Don’t starve yourself!”

Chu Yin glanced down and said, “Since you’re so desperate, I’ll humor you and reluctantly eat one. Hmph!”

Chu Yin ate one after another, downing ten in a row.

Wei Lai: “……”

After eating his fill, Chu Yin was in a much better mood. He patted his belly and waved dismissively. “You may leave now. I’m going to sleep.”

Wei Lai checked his WeChat and said, “Do you want to work with Yun Yun and Booty-san?”

Chu Yin: “Why would they come?”

Wei Lai: “I called them over to dig through the trash.”

Chu Yin: “…?”

Wei Lai added, “Also, two assistants aren’t enough for you. Let’s bring in a stylist and a makeup artist—I trust these two.”

Chu Yin: “…No. I don’t like having too many people around me.”

“Well, uh, try to control yourself and don’t freak out,” Wei Lai said as he stood up to turn the doorknob. “Because they’re already at the door.”

Chu Yin: “……”

The moment the door cracked open, Booty-san’s voice thundered through: “Hello, girls and bitches, are you ready?! Flowers, applause—this bitch is here!”

Chu Yin ducked back under the blankets and hastily pulled on his pants.

Booty-san strutted in wearing a pink dress, swaying his hips. Yan Yunshui followed close behind, immediately picking up on the situation. “What were you two doing in here? Why wasn’t Chu Yin wearing pants?”

Wei Lai: “We were doing double dragon—can you believe it?”

“Eww~” Booty-san exclaimed excitedly. “Count this lady in! I’ll take a step back and be the cookie filling. You and Chu Yin can take turns being front and back.”

Yan Yunshui covered Booty-san’s mouth. “You thirsty hag, stop eyeing my male god!”

Booty-san retorted, “Bitch, sharing is caring!”

The four 0s exchanged glances, talking big about “sharing,” but in the end, they still found each other intolerable. They gathered around the table and started playing mahjong.

In the heat of the game, Wei Lai’s phone buzzed with a message from Little Skinny, the assistant.

—”Brother Wei, check out this post. Ugh, it’s full of bullshit—so infuriating!”

Wei Lai glanced at the title—C-List Top Star: He Doesn’t Deserve It

The “C-list top star” was obviously Chu Yin. The post had been published on Douban and reposted by several big-name accounts on Weibo, gaining traction. Wei Lai skimmed through it quickly.

The gist was that during a variety show appearance, Chu Yin had not only arrived late but was also overly picky about his makeup. Dissatisfied with the makeup artist’s work, he had demanded multiple redos, delaying the entire production. He supposedly mocked the makeup artist relentlessly before finally taking matters into his own hands, painting two bright red circles on his cheeks like festive blush, and confidently strutting onstage.

The post was blatantly biased—the makeup artist was portrayed as a pitiful victim of workplace bullying, while Chu Yin was the irredeemable celebrity villain. The author posed as a righteous bystander, wielding their keyboard to deliver justice.

After reading, Wei Lai deduced that the post was most likely written by the makeup artist who had worked on Chu Yin. Even if it wasn’t her, he’d still hold her accountable. “We need to nip this in the bud.”

The assistant replied: “Got it. I’ll contact the moderators to take it down immediately.”

Wei Lai: “Good. You handle suppressing the buzz. I’ll go deal with the person who posted it.”

Assistant: “???”

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