The weather in May is still a bit unpredictable.
After the trip to France, the next destination is Italy. What surprised the guests was that the production team arranged a cruise for them. At first, they thought the production team had become generous, but later they found out it was a discounted offer.
Gu Siwei smiled and said, “We even invited Wen Jueli, isn’t the budget sufficient?”
Live chat comments:
[Is it possible that the budget was spent on Mr. Wen?]
[Director is just pretending, they’ve done several shows and still don’t have money!]
Although the cruise was discounted, there were plenty of activities on board.
In addition to the usual activities, the production team mentioned that tonight, on the first deck, there would be a special party because the cruise company was celebrating its anniversary. There would be fireworks at the end of the party.
Yan Qing, holding Wen Jueli’s suitcase handle, listened to the production team’s instructions and, when the guests were about to explore the cruise on their own, he followed Wen Jueli and asked, “Why are you wearing so much? It’s warm being by your side.”
The sky was overcast, as if it might rain at any moment, and the temperature had dropped compared to the previous days.
The rest of the process was the same as before.
However, Yan Qing and Wen Jueli’s livestream room was a bit different from the others – perhaps due to their personalities. Their livestream content was like the daily life of an old married couple, sweet and affectionate.
Other livestream rooms were more intense, with arguments and friction, or very real couple moments, which trended frequently. However, Wen Jueli’s innate ability to attract attention and Yan Qing’s good looks dominated all the trending topics during the live broadcast.
This was Wen Jueli’s first reality show, and since he didn’t like going out, the livestream was spent reading and going through scripts in their room the whole time.
Initially, Yan Qing would hold the camera, enthusiastically introducing the cruise environment, but he returned to the room to sleep after less than an hour.
One reading, one sleeping, and a peaceful time.
Yan Qing woke up just as the party was about to begin. Faint cheers could be heard from outside. He excitedly pulled Wen Jueli’s hand and his eyes sparkled, “The party’s starting!”
Wen Jueli calmly said, “You go ahead.”
Yan Qing asked in confusion, “Aren’t you going?”
“I’m not very fond of parties.”
He gave a valid reason, leaving Yan Qing at a loss for words. Wen Jueli was just that kind of person.
Unable to resist, as Xia Xingchen was about to knock on the door to find him, Yan Qing had to reluctantly wave goodbye to his husband, tears in his eyes, saying, “Don’t miss me. I’ll find a way to come back to be with you.”
Wen Jueli: “…”
Wen Jueli had a naturally cool demeanor, and as they parted, he maintained a calm expression, in stark contrast to the outside world’s hustle and bustle. This struck Yan Qing’s conscience.
Thinking about his own indulgence and leaving a handsome guy alone at home, Yan Qing felt pained. He snapped his fingers, and as the party was ending and the fireworks were approaching, he raced back home so quickly that even the camera guy couldn’t keep up.
Yan Qing pushed the door open and saw Wen Jueli still in the same reading position he had been in two hours ago.
“…” Relentless.
Yan Qing composed himself and said, “Husband, the fireworks are about to start. Will you come out to watch?”
Wen Jueli: “It’s too noisy. I don’t really want to watch.”
Yan Qing knew he would say that, so he approached him like a sycophant, blinking his eyes, “I’ve already found a good spot for you. We’re on the eighth floor, and the fireworks are on the first floor. At this time, most people have gone down to join the crowd, so there won’t be many people up here. We can just watch near the door!”
After a few weeks of getting to know each other, Wen Jueli had already grown accustomed to Yan Qing being so close to him.
Yan Qing had black hair and fair skin, with slightly upturned amber-colored eyes, like a handful of snow under the sunlight—pure and warm.
Wen Jueli couldn’t help but think that if Yan Qing were a dog, his tail would probably be wagging in the air. Gazing into those eyes that always held a different hue, Wen Jueli agreed.
Yan Qing was delighted and held his hand, “Great! I know my husband loves me!”
As they left the accommodation area, the sky was dark, covered in thick clouds, and it was destined to be a cold night. The party downstairs had been ongoing for a while, and the skyline was faintly illuminated by the lights below.
Yan Qing leaned on the chilly railing and looked down, murmuring softly, “Why hasn’t it started yet?”
After waiting for a while and seeing no activity below, Yan Qing turned to look at Wen Jueli. Out of boredom, he casually asked, “Why are you wearing so many clothes? Is it cold?”
Wen Jueli: “Yes.”
Yan Qing found it peculiar that although the temperature was indeed low today, it didn’t warrant wearing such a thick down jacket. Moreover, he had noticed that Wen Jueli’s luggage contained a lot of warm clothing.
At that moment, the wind blew, and the cold cut to the bone.
Yan Qing suddenly remembered something and asked, “Are you very sensitive to the cold?”
Because he recalled that when he had researched Wen Jueli earlier, he had come across some interviews where Wen Jueli’s friends mentioned his focus on staying warm, even carrying a thermos with him even in the summer.
Wen Jueli nodded, a rare admission. He added, “I get cold easily.”
Yan Qing pondered this.
His mind wandered and he thought, if Wen Jueli was sensitive to the cold, it would be a pity for him to stay out here for the fireworks. He remembered the time when Wen Jueli had rushed into the rain to find him. That must have been uncomfortable.
So, Yan Qing hurriedly said, “You should go back to your room now and avoid the cold.”
Initially, he thought that Wen Jueli accompanied him because he loved him, and he had been worried that Wen Jueli would refuse. To his surprise, as soon as he suggested going back, Wen Jueli returned to their accommodation floor.
He had a great husband, both handsome and obedient.
Only now did Yan Qing realize that Wen Jueli hadn’t mentioned his sensitivity to the cold to avoid worrying him.
The more he thought about it, the more touched Yan Qing felt. So, after sending Wen Jueli back to his room, he hurriedly left.
When he returned, Wen Jueli was just about to turn off the lights and go to bed. The door opened with a bang.
Yan Qing held what looked like a sacred fairy wand in his hand and said, “Husband, come on! I’ll show you the fireworks!”
Wen Jueli didn’t resist at any point.
He was simply pulled out of bed by Yan Qing, wrapped in the unflattering yet warm down jacket, and taken to the opposite exit.
This spot faced away from the front of the ship, was sheltered from the wind, so it was a bit warmer, but the only downside was that they couldn’t see any of the fireworks from the party.
Wen Jueli asked, “What is this?”
Yan Qing, with a beaming smile, said, “It’s a fairy wand, don’t you know?”
Wen Jueli was momentarily puzzled and shook his head.
Yan Qing continued, “You must have had a deprived childhood. We usually play with this during the Lunar New Year. I was the youngest in my family, and my cousins used to play with me. I thought they didn’t have this kind of thing abroad, but I saw it at the mall this afternoon, and I thought it would be perfect for you!”
Seeing this, Wen Jueli still found it quite novel, wondering why it was called a fairy wand, and what kind of fireworks it represented since it was so small.
“It even lent me a lighter for the middle of the night.”
With a spark, the fairy wand was lit, just like a tiny spark landing on a small heap of dry grass, instantly bursting into bright mini fireworks, transforming into lines that expanded in all directions, illuminating both of their pupils.
Crackle, pop, pop – the sound of the fairy wand burning was audible, but it was overshadowed by the much larger fireworks behind it.
Saying he didn’t want to watch was a lie, but Yan Qing was doing it for his husband. To downplay it, he pulled Wen Jueli closer and said, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? You should try one too.”
After saying that, he handed a fairy wand to Wen Jueli and helped him light it.
Watching the starburst burning in his hand, Wen Jueli still seemed a bit puzzled.
“Just wave it, and you’ll see beams of light!”
Indeed, it was like a little tail following behind the star.
Wen Jueli raised an eyebrow slightly, finding it quite unique.
Yan Qing said, “Isn’t it fun? You can watch fireworks anytime, but playing with fairy wands together isn’t an everyday thing. I really think it’s more fun when I play with you.”
Yan Qing admitted that, in order to flirt with his husband, he had indulged in some exaggeration.
The live chat went wild with laughter after he said that.
Yan Qing continued, “I really want to go see more fun things with you in the future.”
After Wen Jueli’s firework wand went out, he willingly lit Yan Qing’s wand and asked, “Why do you want me to go out and have fun and see things so much?”
Yan Qing responded without much thought, “Because good things are more enjoyable with someone to share them with.”
His heart felt like it had been tugged.
With someone to share.
It had felt so unattainable before, and even in Wen Jueli’s world, he hadn’t heard this sentiment in a long time.
Thinking of something, Yan Qing turned to his husband and suddenly spoke seriously, “By the way, my husband, I’m telling you now, in the future, you must tell me everything you do for me, okay?”
“If you silently do things for me, I won’t know how much you care. Express your feelings.”
Wen Jueli nodded, “Okay.”
“Hehe, it’s a deal then. I really like you!”
Perhaps he had spouted too much nonsense about tormenting single people in the live chat, and even the heavens couldn’t stand it. While in Italy, Yan Qing was taking a horseback riding class. He was trying to show off his seven years of hobby class experience to Wen Jueli, pretending to be a prince charming on a white horse, when he had an accident and ended up in the hospital.
During his time in the hospital, He Zijia had been hiding in the restroom.
She took out her spare phone, opened Weibo, and saw her own name and Yan Qing’s trending at the top.
It was a recording of a live broadcast.
— He Zijia, awkwardly riding a horse, quietly approached Yan Qing after she won the competition. Then, as if startled, Yan Qing’s horse let out a loud neigh, and before anyone could react, Yan Qing fell heavily to the ground.
He Zijia dared not look at the comments.
