ASPWWD Chapter 74

The soft glow of the phone screen illuminated Wen Xia’s slightly dazed expression.

Could it be that he, like Gu Quilai, was overthinking this? Was he reading too much into it?

He glanced at Lin Fengqi. The man was sound asleep, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were displeased in his dreams by the empty space next to him.

Wen Xia sat in silence for a moment before a new thought occurred to him. After a brief hesitation, he got out of bed, making sure to tuck the blanket around Lin Fengqi.

Using his phone’s flashlight, Wen Xia quietly tiptoed out of the room. The ever-alert Ah Mou, lying on the windowsill, perked up and looked his way. Wen Xia made a quick hand gesture, and the smart black dog understood the command, yawning and burying its head back into the fluff of Wen Da Ge.

Gently closing the bedroom door behind him, Wen Xia headed to the second bedroom. With a quick flick, he turned on the light and went straight to the bookshelf to find Lin Fengqi’s diary—the one that ended with his high school days, leaving a significant portion of the pages blank.

He immediately flipped to the last entry after graduation, where the diary seemed to end.

—But did it really end there?

Just last night, when Wen Xia casually flipped through the pages, Lin Fengqi had quickly snatched the diary away. At the time, Wen Xia hadn’t thought much of it, as Lin Fengqi had immediately urged him to shower and go to bed.

But now, it seemed suspicious.

His instincts told him there was more to this diary than met the eye.

Actually, pages that have been written on are noticeably different in color from the unused ones when viewed from the side. Wen Xia hadn’t paid attention to this before, but now, under closer scrutiny, he could see a slightly darker gap in the middle of the remaining pages.

He flipped about twenty pages past the last high school entry, and sure enough, new writing appeared—

20xx, xx month xx day, Rain

Wen Xia started his own livestream. I couldn’t help but send a few gifts.

I never imagined I’d be involved in his life again in this way. It’s been so long since I heard his voice. I’m such a mess, I cried. Luckily, he couldn’t see me.

20xx, xx month xx day, Clear

Wen Xia livestreamed again today, so I sent more gifts. He thanked me and even said my name, but it’s still the default system-generated name. It seemed a bit awkward for him to say.

What should I change it to?

20xx, xx month xx day, Clear

He thanked me for the gifts again today. It seems like this name is still a bit inconvenient, but he said it’s unique.

5140005… Unique?

…

Unique?

It was more than unique; it was incredibly unique.

The rest of this section was filled with entries about Wen Xia’s livestreams, with every word reflecting traces of Wen Xia. But because Wen Xia didn’t stream that often, these entries, though spanning two years, were relatively sparse.

Wen Xia sat on the bed, holding the diary, feeling like a fool. He also felt like Lin Fengqi was a fool.

Right now, Wen Xia really wanted to wake Lin Fengqi up and ask him, “Dear, how many more surprises are you hiding from me?”

And he lied.

He lied to him.

That night, Wen Xia couldn’t sleep.

The next morning, Lin Fengqi was awakened by his alarm. The first thing he saw was Wen Xia’s resentful gaze, causing his heart to skip a beat. “…What’s wrong?”

Wen Xia’s voice was eerily calm. “Slept well, didn’t you?”

Lin Fengqi’s heart raced with unease. His lips moved, but he didn’t dare speak, staring dumbly at Wen Xia.

Wen Xia kicked him under the blanket, annoyed. “Turn off the alarm. It’s noisy.”

Lin Fengqi quickly got up to turn off the alarm. When he looked back, he noticed the darker circles under Wen Xia’s eyes. He frowned slightly and cautiously asked, “Didn’t sleep well last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Wen Xia sneered. “Lin Fengqi, be honest with me. Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

At this, Lin Fengqi’s heart dropped again. He stammered, “W-what?”

Did Wen Xia find out about something?

The account? Or something else…

But Wen Xia didn’t answer. He just gave Lin Fengqi a meaningful look before getting up to wash.

Lin Fengqi spent the entire morning on edge, but Wen Xia didn’t bring it up again. Everything seemed normal, almost making Lin Fengqi think the strange morning exchange was just a figment of his sleepy imagination.

Until they were about to part ways in the parking lot.

Wen Xia suddenly made a suggestion, “If you plan to write in a diary again, maybe get one with a lock.”

Lin Fengqi was taken aback, and before he could process it, Wen Xia had already closed his car window and driven off, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded.

…No way, right?

•

That day, Lin Fengqi was on edge—mostly when he was around Wen Xia. In the afternoon, after a meeting at a partner company, the host invited him to dinner, but he politely declined and rushed over to Xingye Studio, eager to see Wen Xia.

However, when he arrived, Liu Feisi informed him that Wen Xia had already left.

“Boss wasn’t feeling great today, probably because he didn’t sleep well last night, so he went home to rest,” Liu Feisi said.

Lin Fengqi wasted no time hurrying back home.

When he got home, Wen Xia had just woken up and was half-awake, getting hot water at the bar. Hearing the door, he glanced at the entrance, his voice still tinged with sleepiness. “Home early today?”

Lin Fengqi absentmindedly petted the pants-clinging Ah Mou, mumbling an acknowledgment while looking at Wen Xia, hesitant to speak.

Wen Xia didn’t give him the chance, taking his coffee and heading back to the bedroom.

Lin Fengqi quickly followed.

After just a few steps, Wen Xia stopped and turned back. “I’m going to sleep more. Don’t disturb me.”

Lin Fengqi obediently stopped, watching the door close in his face.

After a moment of indecision, he opened the door to the second bedroom.

This room hadn’t been used much lately, except for when Wen Xia dragged him in last night to look at the diary. The room’s setup was the same as before, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw the diary, which should have been put back on the shelf, lying on the bed.

And it was open.

And the page it was open to was the very section he had intended to keep hidden.

On the white page, the series of numbers “5140005” stood out starkly against the Chinese characters.

In an instant, Lin Fengqi understood everything.

Then he fell into silence, spiraling into self-doubt.

•

Wen Xia lazily dozed off again, waking up only when the sky was fully dark. Half-asleep, he muttered, “Xiao Wu, turn on the lights.”

Xiao Wu responded cheerily, “Got it!”

The little robot’s shiny head lit up the room.

Wen Xia rolled over and found himself staring into a pair of intense black eyes.

He jolted awake, sleepiness instantly vanishing.

Lin Fengqi was crouched by his bed, gazing up at him with wide eyes.

Wen Xia frowned, “What are you doing?”

Lin Fengqi rested his hands on the edge of the bed, his eyes shimmering with pitiful moisture in the soft light. “I’m sorry.”

The apology snapped Wen Xia back to the fact that he was supposed to be angry. He held onto that thought for a couple of seconds before asking, “Sorry for what?”

“For you.”

“Sorry for what about me?”

“…I’ve actually been watching your livestreams for a long time.”

Wen Xia wasn’t surprised. Drawing out his words, he said, “Isn’t that a good thing? Supporting me from the beginning, so why apologize?”

Lin Fengqi looked at him, his eyes growing more pitiful in the dim light.

He even sniffled.

Under normal circumstances, Wen Xia would’ve adored this charming, coquettish look of his, but not now. He resisted the urge to soften and, with a straight face, asked, “What’s the matter, Mr. Big Shot? Gonna cry?”

Lin Fengqi’s long eyelashes fluttered as he shook his head, pitifully saying, “I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”

“So you did it on purpose?”

“…”

The smell of food wafted in from the kitchen, and Wen Xia sat up, letting out a soft, cold hum. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat first.”

But even after dinner, Wen Xia didn’t bring up the matter again. Instead, he retreated to his room, leaving Lin Fengqi outside—and this time, he didn’t forget his cat. He took Ah Mou with him as well.

The family of four, minus Lin Fengqi, who was left outside.

Lin Fengqi was speechless.

After returning to his room, Wen Xia started a livestream.

Not only that, but he also turned on the camera.

Wen Xia was known for his spontaneous streaming schedule, something his long-time fans had gotten used to. But the newer fans, who had joined after the promotional video, were caught off guard.

[?? I don’t get it, is the streamer always this random?]

[Did I see that right!! A camera! Oh my god!!!]

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, Xia-ge turned on the camera!]

[Camera! We want the camera! Hiss, he’s too handsome.]

[Didn’t you say you wouldn’t turn on the camera, Xia Boss~]

…

Wen Xia didn’t have a dedicated camera; he was using his phone. Even during the short time it took him to set up his phone, the viewership skyrocketed.

Once he sat down, Wen Da Ge jumped onto the table and nuzzled up to him, covering Wen Xia’s face with fur. After brushing off the fur and scooping up his rebellious cat, he noticed the flood of messages on the screen.

[Da Ge! So cute ahhhh.]

[I want to swap souls with Wen Da Ge.]

[Think carefully; our Da Ge is a eunuch.]

[Who can resist the combination of a handsome guy and a cat! I can’t, I’m calling him hubby first!]

[Xia Boss’s boyfriend is watching you.]

[So, can we also dream of seeing Xia-ge’s boyfriend on camera?]

…

“Come on, Da Ge, say hi to your cloud dads and moms,” Wen Xia lifted Wen Da Ge into the frame. “Say hello, darlings.”

Wen Da Ge: “Meow—”

“Good boy.”

The stream was immediately flooded with “Awei is dead” comments. Someone slipped in a question, asking what Wen Xia planned to stream tonight.

“Tonight… no gaming, just chatting.” Wen Xia replied while keeping a close eye on the viewer notifications.

Finally, a few minutes later—

[5140005 has entered the stream.]

Wen Xia petted Wen Da Ge, letting out a light “heh.”

[Xia Boss, what are you laughing at?]

[Wow, I suddenly noticed Xia-ge is wearing a ring!]

[Wait, who did I just see?]

[The Big Boss!]

[Xia Boss’s ring is on his ring finger…]

[Whoa, it’s the Big Boss! Long time no see!]

…

The chat was in chaos, with people discussing the ring and welcoming the Big Boss, making it dizzying to read.

Wen Xia glanced at the ring on his finger and, with a calm expression, slowly removed it.

He made sure the motion of taking off the ring was slow and deliberate, showing it clearly in the camera.

[Why did Xia Boss take off the ring?]

[Ah, why did you take off the ring, Xia-ge!]

[Is Xia-ge upset…?]

[??? Why take off the ring!]

…

“Oh, it’s nothing, just forgot to take it off,” Wen Xia said casually.

The stream was instantly flooded with question marks, with viewers cautiously inquiring and making guesses.

As Wen Xia watched their speculation, that certain someone who had just entered the stream remained silent. After a moment, he called Ah Mou over.

Ah Mou, now very obedient, came immediately.

Wen Xia patted his leg, and the big dog climbed halfway onto his lap, wagging its tail adorably. He then picked up Wen Da Ge, who had been displaced by Ah Mou, and adjusted the phone angle to fit both the dog and cat into the frame.

“Let me introduce you all to my two kids. You’ve already met my eldest, Wen Da Ge. This black one is my second, named Ah Mou,” Wen Xia paused, adding, “His original surname was Lin, but it’s Wen now.”

[Uh, what?]

[Wait… does that mean what I think it does?]

[Originally surnamed Lin??]

[??? Xia Boss, don’t scare me; I’ve only been shipping this CP for two weeks!]

…

The certain someone, username 5140005, remained utterly silent.

“I see you’re all curious, so let me update you on my relationship status,” Wen Xia kept a straight face as he said, “The streamer is currently divorced, raising two kids.”

In an instant, the stream was filled with question marks and exclamation marks.

And in the midst of the chaos, a few conspicuous messages appeared—

[5140005 has gifted 40 Blue Whale Models.]

[5140005 has gifted 40 Blue Whale Models.]

…

A total of five times.

With these five gifts, 5140005 reclaimed the top spot on the leaderboard.

The barrage of question marks and exclamation marks briefly transformed into a barrage of “WTFs.”

Wen Xia watched these messages without saying a word.

[I’m completely lost, guys…]

[Is this what I think it is…?]

[The Big Boss?? With Xia Boss?]

[Don’t… this is a huge turn-off, I’m dizzy.]

…

With all the speculation flying around, Wen Xia finally spoke, delivering yet another blow to the viewers.

He said, “Thanks to my ex-husband for the 200 Blue Whale Models.”

The viewers: ???

Once again, the stream was filled with question marks.

At this moment, 5140005 sent a Super Chat message: [I don’t want to be an ex-husband…]

Wen Xia ignored it.

5140005: [Xia Xia]

5140005: [I was wrong]

5140005: [Can I come back in the room?]

[I’m completely confused, someone please help me make sense of this plot…]

[Back in the room? What, are they living together?]

[Wait, what did Xia-ge just say? Ex-husband?]

[I get it now, everyone. The Big Boss and that “Xia Xia is too cute” user are the same person!]

[WTF]

[WTF]

…

Wen Xia shooed the large and small creatures off his lap, then changed the stream title to: “I’m Not That Easy to Appease.”

This subtle change went unnoticed by most viewers, but not by a certain someone.

Thirty seconds later, more gift messages appeared:

[“Xia Xia, I was wrong” has gifted 13 Blue Whale Models.]

[“I don’t want to be an ex-husband” has gifted 14 Blue Whale Models.]

[“QAQ” has gifted 5 Blue Whale Models.]

[“I like Xia Xia” has gifted 20 Blue Whale Models.]

Wen Xia looked at these gifts and finally couldn’t hold back any longer. He quickly turned off the camera and microphone, fanning his flushed face and muttering under his breath, “Why are you so cute?”

He let out a breath, composed himself for a few seconds, then got up.

Opening the door, he found Lin Fengqi crouched by the entrance, holding his phone. Hearing the door open, he looked up, his eyes cool and moist.

Like a lost dog waiting to be claimed.

“…Xia Xia,” he called out softly, as if he might cry any second, then stubbornly added in a low voice, “My kid’s dad”

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