Chapter 69 – Giant Crybaby Peeking Out

Shocking! Chu Yin had actually arranged everything so thoroughly behind the scenes!

Wei Lai had never read trashy novels before. Never in his wildest dreams did he think the first one he’d ever read would be a fanfiction about him and Chu Yin. With a face like the old man squinting at his phone on the subway¹A classic meme image in the Chinese internet. Easy to look up if you want, just search for “Old Man In Subway Looking At Mobile Phone.”, he was sucked into the rot like an addict, reading chapter after chapter.

I’m New Here, Please Take Care of Me was inspired by life but elevated beyond it. Chapter 1 depicted the very moment Chu Yin and Wei Lai first met—sparks flying in a bar, both harboring their own thoughts as they hooked up. However, completely opposite to reality, they didn’t part on bad terms. Instead, Wei Lai, bewitched by Chu Yin’s beauty, took the initiative to top. Not only did he kiss, hug, and princess-carry Chu Yin like a loyal dog gong, but he also pulled off the legendary “seven times in one night.”

Wei Lai: “???”

Following the clichés of countless CEO novels, Wei Lai became the heartless bastard who left after getting what he wanted, vanishing in the middle of the night. He abandoned a devastated, ragdoll-like Chu Yin (according to Chu Yin’s own description). When Chu Yin woke up the next morning in an empty hotel room, his limbs sore and his heart hollow, he could only bite back tears as he struggled to his feet, limping to the bathroom to wash his ass. Midway through, the tears finally fell.

Wei Lai: “…”

Where the hell did Chu Yin get this melodramatic streak?! This fanfic was tens of thousands of words long—when the fuck did he even write this?!

Wei Lai suddenly recalled how, over the past few days, Chu Yin had been curled up in the corner of the sofa with his laptop, munching on dried fish as he typed away, occasionally breaking into a satisfied smile. Whenever Wei Lai asked what he was doing, Chu Yin would glare and claim he was writing songs. Wei Lai, ever the doting manager, had even kindly made him more dried fish and squid slices as silent encouragement.

But now, looking back, Wei Lai realized how naive he’d been. Chu Yin hadn’t been working at all—he’d been slacking off the entire time!

Wei Lai abruptly sat up, pulling Chu Yin’s head away from his chest. “Chu Yin?”

Chu Yin’s cheeks were flushed—whether from the alcohol or from being smothered against Wei Lai’s chest was unclear. His long lashes fluttered slightly, giving him an innocent, almost cherubic look, like a little angel in an oil painting who knew nothing of the world.

But who would’ve guessed that this seemingly pure and aloof A-list male celebrity was secretly shipping their CP behind the scenes, churning out fanfiction full of explicit content like it was nothing?

Wei Lai pinched Chu Yin’s cheeks. “Male god, how’s that new song coming along?”

Chu Yin felt his face grow cold as his warm, soft pillow disappeared. He let out a drowsy “Hn…” and grumbled, “…Stop bothering me.” Then, he wriggled forward, stretching his neck to press his face back against Wei Lai’s pectorals.

Wei Lai: “You haven’t written a single word, have you?”

Chu Yin cracked one eye open, shooting Wei Lai a one-eyed glance like an owl before closing it again. He pouted. “You’re annoying.”

Wei Lai poked his cheek. Chu Yin swatted his hand away irritably.

Wei Lai laughed in disbelief. “I’m asking you a question. Do you realize your new song is supposed to drop in just over two months?”

Chu Yin let out an aggrieved whimper before fumbling to lift the hem of Wei Lai’s T-shirt. Like an oversized baby monster, he shoved his head under the fabric, his stubbled chin scraping against Wei Lai’s abs. Wei Lai, completely defenseless, pushed at Chu Yin’s head while laughing and yelling, “What the hell are you doing, Chu Yin?! You’re like some fucking alien! Get out!”

Chu Yin’s head was now stuck halfway through the neckline of Wei Lai’s shirt. Frustrated, he scratched at Wei Lai’s waist. “I can’t! It’s too tight!”

Wei Lai roared, “I didn’t tell you to go out through the top! Go back the way you came in, through the bottom! You’re so big, how the hell did you squeeze in there in the first place?! Ahhh, what am I saying?! Why are you even crawling into my shirt?! Couldn’t you have picked somewhere else?!”

Chu Yin whined pitifully, “You’re annoying! I can’t write songs when you’re like this! And now you’re nagging me!”

Wei Lai: “…You’re the one slacking off, and you have the nerve to act righteous?!”

Couldn’t write songs, but could write fanfiction—and even had the audacity to make him do all the work as the top?! What kind of nonsense was this?!

Wei Lai was furious but could only swallow it down. It wasn’t like he could admit he’d snooped through Chu Yin’s phone and discovered his secret side gig as the top shipper of their CP, right?!

Wei Lai lay flat on the bed, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Meanwhile, Chu Yin grew even more aggressive, gripping Wei Lai’s shirt and desperately trying to shove his head back out through the collar. Muffled, he grumbled, “Madam Wei, can you see my head? Has my crown swirl come out yet?”

Wei Lai glanced down and suddenly felt like he was giving birth to a giant baby. The sheer absurdity made his soul leave his body.

Wei Lai wasn’t a particularly shameless person, but after this series of shocks, his embarrassment meter had maxed out. He cursed, “See your head my ass! Do you think I’m in labor or something?! You three-year-old crybaby, don’t think just because I spoil you, you can do whatever you want! I, Wei Lai, have my bottom line!”

The moment the words left his mouth, there was a loud ripping sound. Chu Yin’s head finally poked out from the tight neckline, his hair statically charged and sticking out in all directions. He puffed at the strands on his forehead with a pout before nestling into the crook of Wei Lai’s neck, whining, “What bottom line?”

Wei Lai thought to himself, what even is my bottom line?

No relationships?

No real feelings?

No topping?

He was already tangled up with Chu Yin like this—could he still claim that was just pure sisterly affection?

After all, he and Yan Yunshui had been “sisters” for over a decade, and they’d never cuddled like this.

What if… what if Chu Yin really did like him?

Wei Lai was scared.

He was scared he didn’t like Chu Yin enough.

He was scared he’d ruin Chu Yin’s career.

He wasn’t as perfect as the version of him in Chu Yin’s fanfiction. Stripped of Chu Yin’s rose-tinted glasses, the real him was dirty and despicable. If he messed this up, how could he ever make it up to Chu Yin?

A long, long time passed before Wei Lai finally murmured, very softly, almost without moving his lips, “My… bottom line… is you.”

Chu Yin didn’t hear him. After all that effort to burrow into Wei Lai’s shirt, the skin-to-skin contact gave him an unparalleled sense of security. He dozed off again, still pressed against Wei Lai.

Trapped in the same shirt with Chu Yin, unable to move, Wei Lai sifted through complicated emotions as he opened Chu Yin’s secret Weibo account.

Having immersed himself in trashy novels for years, Chu Yin’s writing blended fact and fiction seamlessly. The entertainment industry details were terrifyingly accurate, and Wei Lai soon found himself engrossed. Just as he reached the part where Chu Yin, forced by Chen Meixian, attended a charity gala and got into a heated argument with him mid-event—the story abruptly cut off. No continuation. The comments below were filled with wails begging the author to update.

However, unlike ordinary readers left hanging, Wei Lai wasn’t driven mad by the cliffhanger. He vaguely remembered that charity gala—because he’d been there. The timing was peculiar, falling right after Wei Lai had taught Chu Yin to play mahjong but before their relationship had warmed up.

It was late autumn in Beijing, and the evening chill had set in. The gala was held outdoors, with Chu Yin and Wei Lai seated two tables apart.

Wei Lai kept sneaking glances at Chu Yin, who stood out brilliantly with his wine-red hair and matching dark red suit, his skin glowing porcelain-white under the lights.

After a few rounds of drinks, Wei Lai’s gaze drifted back to Chu Yin again—only to find that Chu Yin had given his suit jacket to a female celebrity sitting beside him. Now only wearing a black dress shirt, his expression frosty, Chu Yin gripped a pair of chopsticks without picking up any food, as if they were a sword instead.

A few minutes later, Wei Lai heard the sharp clink of chopsticks hitting the edge of a bowl. He turned toward the sound just in time to see Chu Yin grab a short, pudgy veteran actor by the collar and punch him to the ground.

Chaos erupted. Chen Meixian arrived swiftly, half-dragging Chu Yin away. Wei Lai hadn’t followed them at the time and never found out what happened between Chu Yin and Chen Meixian—until now, through this fanfiction.

Chen Meixian hauled Chu Yin into a private room, his face dark. “Chu Yin, what the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have any idea who you just hit?! I don’t expect you to suck up to people, but can’t you at least not cause trouble for me?!”

Chu Yin said, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

Chen Meixian grew even angrier, pacing back and forth. “If I don’t worry about it, who will?! All you know how to do is cause trouble! For fuck’s sake, with all those reporters around, you actually punched an esteemed veteran actor to the ground!”

Chu Yin replied, “He doesn’t deserve respect. He was groping that woman’s thigh.”

Chen Meixian’s eyes turned red. He slapped Chu Yin across the face, teeth clenched. “None of your fucking business! That bitch probably enjoyed it anyway! Who do you think you are?!”

“She didn’t enjoy it,” Chu Yin shot back, clearly used to being hit by Chen Meixian. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, staring defiantly. “When that creep was leering at her chest, I gave her my jacket. She thanked me and put it on.”

“There are so many whores in this industry—are you going to strip for all of them?! Chu Yin, can’t you think about me for once?! Think about the company!” Chen Meixian raised his hand to strike again, but Chu Yin caught his wrist. “Don’t hit my face.”

With that, Chu Yin strode out, leaving Chen Meixian fuming behind him. “Just wait till tomorrow—I’ll make you pay for this…”

After the gala ended, Wei Lai ran into Chu Yin by the hotel fountain.

Chu Yin sat statue-still beside the water, his face ghostly pale under the lights, a vivid slap mark visible on his cheek. At the time, Wei Lai had no idea what had happened. He walked over and clapped Chu Yin on the shoulder—only for Chu Yin to jerk violently and spin around with a roundhouse kick, sending Wei Lai splashing into the fountain.

Drenched, Wei Lai clung to the fountain’s edge, wiping his face in bewilderment. “Why?! Darling, what did I ever do to you? Was this necessary?”

Chu Yin looked down at him. “I don’t like being touched.”

“…But I barely did anything to you?” Wei Lai sneezed before extending a hand dramatically. “Whatever. Help me up, will you? Ughhh~”

Chu Yin said coldly, “Climb out yourself. I’m leaving.”

With that, he pulled on a face mask, mounted a shared bike, and pedaled away, a tuft of hair fluttering in the night breeze as he vanished into the darkness.

Wei Lai: “…”

For a long time after that, Wei Lai’s impression of Chu Yin remained that of a ruthless cool guy who “wore a mask and loved no one”—nothing like the clingy, whiny crybaby currently curled up in his arms.

It was only now that Wei Lai realized—Chu Yin treated him differently.

Chu Yin was often criticized for being emotionless, but what people didn’t know was that he seemed to pour all his emotions into Wei Lai. In his writing, he filled pages with love, patience, and embraces. Like this, he bared his soft underbelly to Wei Lai, not caring whether Wei Lai might hurt him.

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