Chapter 74 – A Hollywood World Tour

On the bustling Rodeo Drive, Shen Fubai was contentedly admiring the massive diamond on his index finger, sparkling under the night sky.

“God will bless us,” Shen Fubai turned his head. “Heng Heng, right?”

Jiang Heng was actually an atheist, but he replied, “Right.” As long as he could be with Fubai, he would believe in every god and spirit.

In the end, what he believed in was Shen Fubai.

“There’s nothing that can separate us now,” Shen Fubai said proudly. “As long as this ring doesn’t fall off…” Before he could finish speaking, someone bumped into him, causing the items he was carrying to scatter on the ground. The ring on his hand also came loose, rolling away.

Shen Fubai: “…”

He was about to erupt like a volcano.

The young man who had collided with him didn’t fare much better, stumbling back a step as his cap and sunglasses fell off.

This was a handsome foreign youth with golden hair, blue eyes, deep-set sockets, and full, luscious lips, like a prince straight out of a fairy tale.

To call him godlike wasn’t an exaggeration.

Upon seeing Shen Fubai’s appearance, the young man was stunned for a moment before hastily picking up his cap and sunglasses from the ground and putting them on. He muttered an “Excuse me” and ran off as if someone were chasing him.

Shen Fubai struggled to find the ring on the ground, put it back on his finger, and grumbled while holding a pile of shopping bags, “What’s the rush? Nobody’s chasing you…”

Then he heard a loud rumble of footsteps behind him.

And frenzied screams from the crowd.

“Ahhhhhhh!!! Xavier!”

“I saw Xavier, oh my God!”

“Xavier Electra, I love you!”

Passersby stopped in their tracks. A young woman asked in surprise, “Where is Xavier?”

“Really? Did you see Xavier?”

After receiving confirmation, the latecomers joined the chasing crowd without hesitation, rushing over like a swarm, searching for the superstar.

The surge of fervent fans forced Jiang Heng and Shen Fubai to separate, mercilessly pushed apart by the crowd.

When the chaos subsided, Shen Fubai sat expressionlessly on the ground. The shopping bags he had just picked up had fallen again, scattered around him.

In China, Shen Fubai and Jiang Heng were the ones pursued and surrounded by others. This was the first time they were completely ignored, even pushed aside.

It was truly heart-wrenching to be in a foreign land.

Seeing Shen Fubai’s pitiful appearance, Jiang Heng couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked over, extending his hand to Shen Fubai, “Stand up, baby.”

Shen Fubai growled, “I hate Xavier.”

Then he looked down and saw a clear shoe print on his shirt, which he had bought not long ago.

Perfect. Now it wasn’t just a volcanic eruption; his whole planet was going to explode.

He raised his arm and placed it on Jiang Heng’s hand, the two rings colliding with a crisp sound, lifting Shen Fubai’s mood slightly.

He lost interest in continuing to shop and returned to the Beverly Hills Hotel with Jiang Heng.

After his shower, Shen Fubai lay bonelessly on the plush velvet bed, his body still damp with water droplets. He wore only a pair of boxer shorts, his smooth skin tinged with a faint pink hue.

His stunning features exuded a lazy charm, his bent leg swinging back and forth. His pale back curved beautifully, revealing exquisite wing-like bones.

This seductive little devil radiated an aura that screamed, “Please take me from behind.”

Jiang Heng approached quietly. Just as he was about to pounce on Shen Fubai and wrap his arms around him, Shen Fubai suddenly rolled over, “Heng Heng! Look—”

Jiang Heng didn’t want to see anything. He buried his face in the sheets, completely hidden.

Shen Fubai worriedly asked, “Heng Heng, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Jiang Heng’s muffled voice came from beneath the sheets.

Jiang Heng sat up, rubbing his nose. “What did you want me to see?” Fortunately, the hotel bed was soft, or his nose might have been flattened.

Shen Fubai showed him his phone.

The page was open to Wikipedia, displaying detailed information about Xavier.

Xavier Electra, 22 years old, born in Washington, USA. He learned ballet since childhood and graduated from the world-renowned Vaganova Russian Ballet Academy. At 18, he debuted with his divine beauty and mermaid-like singing voice, quickly amassing a huge fanbase. Today, he was America’s number one idol.

In summary, he was a professional dancer who became a singer and was rumored to be auditioning for a Hollywood director’s film recently.

That wasn’t the point.

The point was the photo on the encyclopedia.

Wasn’t that the same person who had bumped into him tonight?!

Shen Fubai already had suspicions. After all, the youth was so good-looking, and then there was a bunch of people crazily shouting Xavier’s name. It was hard not to connect the dots. This only confirmed his guess.

“No wonder he was in such a hurry, he really was avoiding people,” Shen Fubai put his phone away. “We’re lucky, we ran into a superstar right after arriving.”

Jiang Heng wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “You’re also a superstar.”

“I got a taste of American enthusiasm today. Whether it’s public kissing, relentless sales pitches…” Shen Fubai said, “Or when they stepped on me frantically.”

Jiang Heng’s expression turned serious. “They stepped on you?”

“Not exactly,” Shen Fubai held up the white shirt thrown on the sofa, which bore dirty shoe marks. “But they dirtied another new piece of clothing.”

Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s no problem, you bought twelve new clothes today.”

Shen Fubai turned his head. “You remember that clearly?”

Jiang Heng calmly said, “I also remember you bought two watches, three pairs of sneakers, four necklaces, five bracelets… Of course, compared to the two rings on our hands, these are insignificant.”

Shen Fubai had forgotten how many things he’d bought. Tonight, his desire to shop had clouded his judgment. He whispered, “So you think I’m extravagant?”

“That’s wonderful,” Jiang Heng didn’t mind at all. “I have too many houses, and I spend every night agonizing over which one to stay in, needing to roll a dice to decide. I’m very happy you’re spending for me.”

Shen Fubai was speechless.

He shouldn’t have mentioned extravagance to the son of a real estate tycoon.

“But, Fubai. I have many houses, but only two places I can call home. One has my parents and elder brother,” Jiang Heng kissed his earlobe. “The other is wherever you are.”

Shen Fubai lazily leaned against him, his ears flushed red as he kissed Jiang Heng in return.

Jiang Heng’s eyes darkened, flipping over to pin him down.

Fortunately, the hotel had everything they needed.

“Wait.” Just as Jiang Heng’s hand was about to reach the waistband of his boxers, Shen Fubai interrupted.

Jiang Heng gritted his teeth. “Don’t you fucking dare mention Jinjiang.”

Shen Fubai was taken aback. “Heng Heng, why are you cursing?” How could Heng Heng, so refined and dignified, lose his composure like this?

Jiang Heng took a deep breath. With the situation at hand, who wouldn’t want to curse?

Jiang Heng calmed himself, lowering his gaze gently. “I’m not cursing at you.” If anyone deserved cursing, it was Fubai Qu for writing such chaste scenes. This fanfic didn’t fit the characters at all, while his mind was filled with obscene thoughts.

Shen Fubai murmured, “Oh,” hiding under the covers. “Well, we’re going to Universal Studios tomorrow, so let’s get some rest tonight. Goodnight!” Then he pulled the covers over his head.

How could they come to Los Angeles without visiting Hollywood’s Universal Studios? Tonight, they needed a good rest to adjust to the time difference.

Jiang Heng looked helplessly at Shen Fubai, who was cowering like a quail, and finally gave him a goodnight kiss. “Goodnight.”

Wrapped in the blankets, facing away from Jiang Heng, Shen Fubai touched his burning cheeks, probably as red as an apple by now.

His birthday was in a month.

Born on October 1st, National Day.

In the past, Shen Fubai had joked with others that he was born on National Day and would die on Tomb Sweeping Day. When he was alive, the whole country would celebrate, and when he died, the whole world would mourn.

Those who heard his joke laughed heartily, taking it lightly.

Only Shen Fubai knew that he liked the feeling of being the center of attention. Anyone who had been neglected would become addicted to that sensation.

Later, he became a popular star, a top influencer, with tens of thousands of retweets on Weibo. Every move he made was watched by others, yet his heart remained empty.

But whenever Heng Heng’s gaze fell upon him, his heart was filled.

Shen Fubai rolled over, looking at Jiang Heng’s silhouette in the darkness.

Just wait another month.

After a month, everything will be up to you, alright?

The next day.

“Fubai, wake up!” Jiang Heng called Shen Fubai to wake up as usual.

Initially, Shen Fubai was willing to overcome his morning grumpiness for Jiang Heng, forcing himself to get up before dawn every day. Over time, however, his true nature resurfaced, and he always needed Jiang Heng to pull him out of bed.

Shen Fubai turned over drowsily, intending to continue sleeping.

Jiang Heng patted his shoulder. “Did you forget where we’re going today? Do you still want to go out and play?”

Shen Fubai muttered in confusion, “A Hollywood world tour?”

“…It’s Hollywood Universal Studios.”

“What? Wallace’s world tour?”

“…” Jiang Heng realized that Shen Fubai was still in his three-minute state of disorientation. “Sleep for three more minutes.”

Three minutes later.

Shen Fubai sat up abruptly, hugging the blanket. “Where are we going for our world tour today?”

Jiang Heng emphasized, “We’re going to Hollywood Universal Studios.”

Shen Fubai tilted his head. “Are you saying we should start with breakfast at Wallace’s?”

Jiang Heng was incredulous. “Why is your disoriented period unusually long today?”

He checked his watch. “It usually lasts three minutes, but today it’s already four minutes.”

Shen Fubai sat on the bed, hugging the blanket, staring blankly for at least a minute.

Then the stuck machine finally started running.

“Sorry, I have a time difference with America, and my biological clock hasn’t adjusted yet, leading to some functional disorders. This caused my morning disoriented period to extend from three to five minutes,” Shen Fubai said calmly after regaining his senses.

Once Shen Fubai was dressed, washed up, and refreshed, he grabbed his bag and prepared to leave. “I’m ready. Are we going to have fun at Hollywood Universal Studios now?”

Jiang Heng said leisurely, “No, we’ll go downstairs to Wallace’s for breakfast first.”

Shen Fubai: “…”

Shen Fubai: “I thought America was KFC.”

Wallace’s was Chinese.

“So what?” Jiang Heng said. “Long live Made in China.”