You're Sick, and I Have No Cure [Entertainment Industry]

You Have a Problem, and I Don't Have a Cure [Showbiz]

Le Nian shot a public-service ad by chance and became an overnight sensation.

Fans who loved his looks, saw him as their son, or supported his career came pouring in: "Ah! I want to sleep on his eyelashes." "What made a 158-centimeter-tall me think an 185-centimeter-tall him was a tiny cutie?" "Hurry up and make your official debut, little bro! My wallet is ready!"

The manager at Shifang Entertainment, who looked just like the Big Bad Wolf, tempted him: "Kid! Come on! Sign with us! Our company has deep pockets, a powerful backer, tons of resources, a fair contract, a car and a home included, and loads of benefits! We're practically perfect."

Le Nian was skeptical. "Doesn't your company have any flaws?"

The manager: "Well... our boss might have a problem!"

The company's boss, Yuan Ye, was furious. "I don't have a problem. I'm perfectly fine. I just sometimes want to use force to deal with idiots, sometimes want to throw all the illegitimate children in the world into the sea, and when I fall in love, I either don't date at all or date with marriage in mind."

Le Nian thought it over. "That's not so bad. It's within my limits. I wouldn't call that a problem. I can sign with you, and I can date you."

Yuan Ye pulled out his household register and an agreement. "Excellent, darling. First we'll go abroad and get married, then come back and sign an advance medical directive naming each other as our healthcare proxies. From now on, we'll be the ones signing off on each other's emergency surgery forms."

Le Nian: ...

Damn, this guy really does have a problem. But I still like him a lot.

Theme: Any romance that isn't aimed at marriage is just playing around.