Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me
Chapter 169 : Facing The Emperor’s Inquisition

Chapter 169: Chapter 169 : Facing The Emperor’s Inquisition

Shen Jingwei pursed his lips.

"Must you overreact? Did you even read my last message?"

"No."

"Why did you... Hey!"

Without losing another word, Yan Renzhong yanked at Shen Jingwei’s arm and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Shen Jingwei draped his arms around Yan Renzhong’s form slowly while inhaling the latter’s musky scent.

"I miss you," he whispered against Yan Renzhong’s ear, tickling him with his warm breath.

Yan Renzhong’s body relaxed, but his arms tightened around Shen Jingwei’s slender frame.

"Then will you stop giving me heart attacks?"

"I am not that fragile."

"You are."

"Also, I did not put myself in any dangerous environment."

"You did."

"... Silly Yan."

How could the costume preparation room count as a dangerous environment...?

Their embrace loosened, and Yan Renzhong’s gaze met Shen Jingwei’s. A deep sigh filled the air as he leaned in for a kiss. It was so tender and yet passionate, brimming with the man’s deep love for him.

It was the kind of kiss they could only share in private, away from prying eyes, in their own secluded world.

Shen Jingwei did not know how long they kissed.

Their kiss seemed to last forever, yet it was never long enough to make up for the time they had spent apart.

"Say, Jingbao..."

Yan Renzhong bumped their foreheads against each other after he ended the kiss.

"Would you like to move in with me...?"

"..."

Shen Jingwei blinked in confusion.

Yan Renzhong nudged him with another peck on the lips.

"What do you say?"

"We haven’t even announced our relationship yet..."

"It doesn’t matter."

Another peck on the lips.

"What would people say if we move in together..."

"No one will know anything. The privacy of every resident in Red Jade Pavilion is guarded strictly."

"But..."

"Just say yes," Yan Renzhong kissed him again. "Trust me."

Seeing each other was difficult because they were signed with different companies and because Yan Renzhong had such a tightly-packed schedule from morning to evening.

If they lived together, they could at least see each other five minutes on regular days.

It was better than nothing at all.

When Shen Jingwei thought about it that way, how could he say no...?

Thus in response, he could only nod his head stiffly.

"That’s wonderful," Yan Renzhong pulled his lover to his arms and sighed against Shen Jingwei’s forehead. "You don’t have to do anything, Jingbao. I will handle the rest."

"Un."

"Now, strip."

"....."

Shen Jingwei pushed Yan Renzhong away with a glare.

"What, again?"

"Let me take a look at your stab wound."

"It was a teeny-tiny needle stab wound!"

"It was a small sword, I get it."

"..."

First he had to strip in the Song siblings’ house, and now he had to strip in Yan Renzhong’s car.

Unfortunately, Yan Renzhong gave him no other option. Thus with reluctance, he ended up taking off his shirt and lowering his pants anyway.

"Hmm."

The wounded spot was still covered by bandages as per the doctor’s order.

"It was really just a small stab wound," Shen Jingwei insisted.

Yan Renzhong ran a hand across Shen Jingwei’s waist and gave him a pinch on the rear area.

"Ow!"

"Alright, you can put on your clothes now," Yan Renzhong said with a chuckle.

"Geez."

Shen Jingwei tidied his clothes and strapped on his seatbelt.

The car pulled away from the parking lot and zoomed toward his apartment.

The sky had darkened considerably, casting the streetlights into a soft, inviting glow.

Shen Jingwei tore his gaze from the blurring view outside the window and looked at Yan Renzhong.

He was as handsome as always, but there was a touch of weariness around his eyes.

At this time, he was supposed at a shooting location still.

"Did you skip your last job today?" Shen Jingwei asked.

"No, I merely asked them to finish early."

"And you got away an hour earlier? Impressive."

Yan Renzhong chuckled.

"Two."

"..."

Truly, only Emperor Yan could achieve such a magnificent feat.

"So, other than getting stabbed, did you have a relatively uneventful week?"

"Ha, ha, ha. Yes, it was quite fun actually. I went to a BL lover gathering with Dou Dou and Shang Ruohai. I also took on some commercial..."

The car skidded to a halt, jolting Shen Jingwei in his seat.

He gave Yan Renzhong a bewildered look. The man, in return, gave him an aghast stare.

"... What?"

"How come?"

"Hey, it’s not my idea. It was Dou Dou’s. She and her online fellow BL lovers organized an offline gathering and we simply tagged along."

"How does ’we’ come to be? Since when do you and Shang Ruohai hang out on a regular basis?"

"We do not," Shen Jingwei denied. "He came to my house to tell me that he fired the specialist who stabbed me. Coincidentally, Dou Dou was there. Dou Dou invited him to come with us."

"... Oh."

Having been textpals with Shen Dou Dou for the past three years, Yan Renzhong knew enough about her antics.

The car started moving again.

"How did she end up stabbing you, anyway? I have been standing in costume fitting sessions for so many hours in the past five years and I had never gotten stabbed even once."

"Well, she was distracted by Wu Jin..."

The car stopped again.

"Wu Jin???"

Shen Jingwei pressed a hand against his eyes and groaned.

"Why don’t we go to my house first? Then I will tell you everything you need to know."

Yan Renzhong relented, and the car moved again.

This time, they opted to talk about Yan Renzhong’s latest jobs instead.

As soon as they arrived at Shen Jingwei’s apartment, the inquisition began. Yan Renzhong drilled him for over an hour. Thankfully, he was magnanimous enough to allow Shen Jingwei to eat something during the process. Otherwise, he was going to starve for sure.

Yan Renzhong, who was unable to spend the night, left sometime before midnight.

After yawning repeatedly, Shen Jingwei went to bed.

The next morning, he woke up to Zhu Dongyi, who came to pick him up for a voice recording session at CNC Studio.

The day progressed smoothly with no disturbance at all.

Once it ended, Shen Jingwei was in excellent mood. He even bought some groceries on his way home to cook up a feast for dinner.

While humming a happy tune to himself, he dragged his stuff toward his apartment. His smile faded completely when he pushed the front door open.

The whole apartment was empty.

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Author’s note :

Wen Guilin : Manager Zhu, have you taken care to replenish the condom supply in Shen Jingwei’s nightstand? ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Zhu Dongyi : Manager Wen, they haven’t done it even once! Not in Little Shen’s apartment at least ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯.

Wen Guilin : What! I need to send Little Yan to the hospital for an urgent check-up! ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ