Diary of an Enemy-Watching Club

Shang Zhen had been in love with his unattainable ideal for years. But he could never have him. Until one day, he got a call from the man he loved. “My concert’s been moved up... A-Zhen, could you look after my boyfriend, Wen Lin?” His fountain pen scored an ugly gash across the contract. Shang Zhen gazed at the storm outside and chuckled. “Sure. I’ll move in tonight.” But the moment he opened the apartment door, a young man stumbled into his arms. A slender ankle peeked out from beneath his silk robe, and a black ribbon covered half of Wen Lin’s face. He sweetly called out with practiced ease: “Honey, what took you so long?” “Take a good look at who I am.” Shang Zhen coldly pulled away the arms looped around his neck. But when he saw the other man’s hurt, reddened eyes, he stopped. At last, he understood why his ideal had been so captivated. That face really was worth keeping all to oneself. Too bad there was nothing to him beyond his looks. He’d taken a leave from school to be a full-time boyfriend. He grew cacti in the bathtub and cooked luosifen with whisky. He even washed Shang Zhen’s expensive, custom-tailored suit along with a stray cat’s bedding, making the vein in Shang Zhen’s forehead throb. After half a month living together, Shang Zhen finally couldn’t take it anymore. He decided to leave the little menace to fend for himself. On the night he packed his bags, Wen Lin, for once, didn’t cause trouble. He had a high fever and had passed out at home. When Shang Zhen found him, he realized that all he felt was panic. Shang Zhen never expected Wen Lin to grope his way into his bed while half-conscious. His burning lips brushed Shang Zhen’s earlobe as he murmured: “Don’t go... You, you have to catch a cold with me!” Whether it was pity or a soft spot, Shang Zhen never brought up leaving again. After he recovered, Wen Lin seemed like a different person. He brought Shang Zhen a warm towel after his morning runs, clumsily made honey water when he came home late, and made latte art of Shang Zhen’s abstract profile when he brewed coffee. Until the day... “Mr. Shang, thank you for taking care of me all this time. You’re a good person...” “I know you really like my boyfriend.” “But I smell like him, too.” Wen Lin straddled the man’s lap and tugged at his tie with his fingertips. “Don’t believe me? Take a sniff.” [Reading guide] 1. Both leads are each other’s first and only. Happy ending. Rivals become lovers. 2. My next book is “After the Gloomy Canary Is Used and Abandoned.” Please add it to your favorites! =v= - The movie star Lan Cheng transmigrates into a rich family as a doomed cannon-fodder character. He plans to coast through life with his playboy fiancé, but the real young master’s return takes everything from him. Their engagement is annulled, his family casts him aside... He should have met his end in misery. The young man in the mirror is stunning, but his eyes are ice-cold. “If they drove me mad, then we can all go to hell together.” He sets his sights on Lu Zhangchong, the male lead. Powerful, cold, and heartless, he is also the adoptive father of Lan Cheng’s former fiancé: the perfect tool for revenge. “If you’re willing to help me slap those losers in the face,” Lan Cheng looks up, his tone flippant and enticing. “I’ll do anything.” He doesn’t notice the brief glint in Lu Zhangchong’s eyes, as if he already has everything under control. The man lowers his gaze, his thumb lightly brushing the corner of Lan Cheng’s lips. His voice is deep. “Fine.” The deal goes unbelievably smoothly. Lu Zhangchong needs a respectable partner, while Lan Cheng craves the prestige that comes with the arrangement. Lan Cheng plays his part beautifully. He moves effortlessly through banquets, social obligations, and family politics. Even Lu Zhangchong can find no fault with him. At the family dinner, Lan Cheng takes Lu Zhangchong’s arm and greets the real young master with a smile. “Big brother.” Everyone’s faces turn livid, but under the table, Lan Cheng lightly brushes his toe along the man’s trouser leg. When he runs into his former fiancé, the other man is still reeling with shock when Lan Cheng snuggles close to Lu Zhangchong. “Honey, why doesn’t your son even know how to greet me? Is this how you raised him?” Lan Cheng looks up at the livid man with bright, watery eyes and gives a gentle shake of his head. “Don’t be so rude. Remember to call me your little dad from now on.” Lu Zhangchong indulges every one of his outrageous antics. Until one night, his former fiancé shows up drunk, eyes red as he begs: “Dad... I regret it. Give Lan Cheng back to me...” Lu Zhangchong’s expression doesn’t change. Of course he won’t let him go. His little canary is already devoted to him, heart and soul. But then Lan Cheng comes out of the bathroom, dripping wet, water running from his hair. He hooks his former fiancé’s chin with a contemptuous smile. “Is that how you ask for something?” His former fiancé freezes, sobering up in an instant. Lu Zhangchong’s smile on the sofa remains gentle, but his gaze is locked on the open collar of Lan Cheng’s bathrobe. A storm is already raging in his eyes. Theme: Treat others sincerely, and you can find a sincere heart in return.