The Day After a One-Night Stand with My Archrival, We Went Public

[Sharp-tongued genius producer × fiery former boy-band frontman]

In the year they hated each other most, Su Lu would even check Qin Qingshang's chart ranking as soon as he released a song.

As Qin Qingshang's most dedicated hater, Su Lu could spot him in a second, even from two hundred meters away in a crowd of hundreds at an awards ceremony,

then roll his eyes.

Even though he never checked the almanac before releasing a song, he still got a fortune-teller to calculate Qin Qingshang's birth chart and studied his face and palm,

all to prove that the man was destined for a miserable future.

He hated him so much that even when adjusting his glasses in front of him, he used his middle finger. He kept him on WeChat just to stalk him, even though the man's Moments feed had never contained more than a single dash.

And it was all because, in the first year after his idol switched careers to become a producer, this bastard had commented on Su Lu's debut single:

“Awful.”

Awful!!!

One word from the genius producer sent Su Lu's ranking plummeting by two tiers.

From then on, Su Lu vowed to be Qin Qingshang's sworn enemy for the rest of his life! They would be like fire and water!

He would never give in!

He gave in.

Su Lu yanked the blanket over his thighs and waist, now covered in bruises, revealing Qin Qingshang beside him, his body covered in scratches and bite marks. Su Lu's mind went blank

Holy shit! He'd slept with this asshole!

No, wait! This asshole had slept with him!

Qin Qingshang: You sounded really good yesterday.

Su Lu: Shut your filthy mouth.

And take that ridiculously impressive thing of yours

“Get out!!!!”

A pillow flew over and smothered that hateful face, leaving only the man's broad shoulders and narrow waist on display.

Kind of hot... as if!

Seriously, what the hell! Why was he so huge? Did he just grow however he wanted because he couldn't get it in himself?!

Su Lu fell silent for a moment and reached for the pillow, but Qin Qingshang unexpectedly caught him by the wrist.

Qin Qingshang leaned in close, his tongue piercing glinting between his lips. Su Lu's knees went weak at the sight.

“Oh? You're not dried out yet?”

Su Lu's ears turned bright red. He kicked out,

Bad news: Qin Qingshang's face got covered again.

Good news: His hands were free, and he was terrifying.

A long time ago, Su Lu had described Qin Qingshang as “having great stamina” in a media interview.

Now Qin Qingshang whispered in his ear in reply:

“Thanks. You're a lot of fun to fuck, too.”

Su Lu first met Qin Qingshang in the recording studio for his boy band's debut single. At the time, the fourteen-year-old prodigy was following his teacher around, having just sold his first self-composed song.

But Qin Qingshang first heard of Su Lu through a band project that fell apart.

He had agreed to join because the lead singer said yes, but the day before he was due to show up, he got a message:

The lead singer had bailed.

He'd been stood up.

The boy's anger found its answer a year later in a recording studio.

He heard the voice he'd fallen in love with at first sight.

He looked up and fixed his gaze on the trainee preparing to debut:

He'd dyed his hair blond and was wearing earrings. When he talked to his bandmates, his smile nearly spilled over.

It seemed that being an idol mattered a lot more to him than being in a band.

When Qin Qingshang heard that the boy band had disbanded and Su Lu was becoming a producer, he was probably the happiest person of all

His chance to collect on that debt had finally come.

The two parted on bad terms, and the media started speculating:

#SuLuLeavesQinQingshangStudioWithBruisedFace

The internet was busy debating whether they'd been kissing or fighting when the variety show's production team made a bombshell announcement:

Official announcement! @SuLu @QinQingshang (order does not imply rank)

Bystanders: Wow, it's the end of the world.

Su Lu's solo fans: Rejecting this. Are they even on the same level?

Qin Qingshang's solo fans: We demand justice! Why is our guy listed second?

Rare-pair fans: Huh? HUH???

Reader's Guide:

1. Friends with benefits to lovers. Nothing can get in the way of a good meal!

2. One-on-one, both virgins, with a little groveling to win back his wife.

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Will You Go Straight, Officer?

[Uptight detective who falls for the other guy × clueless straight rich young master]

Jiang Lan, age twenty-eight, had this much dating experience:

None.

His old man was so worried he'd stopped fishing and playing golf. He was practically ready to set up a stall at the matchmaking corner and yell that nobody wanted his son.

Ask him and he'd say he wasn't in a hurry. Ask him again and he'd say

“Worst comes to worst, find a companion for Huahua.”

Huahua was his family's neutered dog.

After getting a scolding, he obediently went on blind dates. After a few, either he felt he wasn't good enough for the other person or he wasn't interested in them. When asked what kind of person he was looking for, he had only two words: “Chemistry.”

Blind dates weren't a long-term solution. His useless friends dragged him to a bar to unwind. After a bottle, they started egging him on: You need to make the first move. You should at least have one fling. Go on, pick someone.

Jiang Lan was so drunk he couldn't hear a word. They talked him into pointing at some random guy, and it was only when the guy came over that he realized he was a rent boy.

A stranger suddenly appeared, sobering him up halfway. Jiang Lan shoved some money at him and ran.

The next day, after another thoroughly ordinary blind date, Jiang Lan was about to head home when

A man sat down across from him.

What was going on? Had his dad become so desperate he'd found him a man?

Looking closely, the guy seemed to be the rent boy he'd picked the night before. He'd been too drunk to see his face then, but now he could tell the guy was definitely handsome.

Jiang Lan's kindness took over. He gave the guy a heartfelt lecture about going straight, then offered him a receptionist job at his family's company if all else failed: benefits, weekends off, and lunch included.

Just as the light of righteousness was about to spread across the land, the handsome man with sharp brows and bright eyes said:

“Hello. Economic Crime Investigation. Please cooperate with our investigation.”

Oh, he wasn't a rent boy. He was a cop.

In his twenty-six years of life, Fu Shizhe had never met anyone so thickheaded.

The night before, this undercover cop had been mistaken for a rent boy, hired, and then abandoned when Jiang Lan fled. The next day, even seeing him in uniform, Jiang Lan still stupidly advised him to go straight.

Apparently, he thought the guy was still moonlighting as a cosplayer.

The rich young master was desperate for an excuse to stop going on blind dates. As soon as he heard he could help with the investigation, his eyes lit up, and he worked even harder than Fu Shizhe.

He couldn't do the accounting, so he could only handle fieldwork. But the young master was charming, generous, and handsome. With a few words, he could win over people from every walk of life.

To help with the case, the young master paid out of pocket and brought in manpower. He dug up connections from his days in the entertainment industry eight hundred years ago, then leaned on his family to call in a mountain of favors from business owners. He even patted his chest and promised the Economic Crime Investigation team, who were used to paying their own way:

“With me here, I won't let anyone suffer! How about that?”

At the celebration banquet, Jiang Lan drank in Fu Shizhe's place until he was tipsy. Resting his head on Fu Shizhe's shoulder, he quietly complained that once the case was over, he'd have to start going on blind dates again. His parents thought he was too stupid and were always trying to make him find someone smart.

Fu Shizhe fell silent for a moment, then asked:

“Three promotions and four certificates, with a government position. Would that work?”

Before he left, the police chief even prayed to Guanyin for Fu Shizhe's social skills, hoping the evidence-gathering trip would go smoothly. When he heard that Fu Shizhe had found himself a capable wife as soon as he arrived, he was delighted.

Well, that's two happy events at once!

Then he asked around.

The nearly sixty-year-old police chief: ???

Isn't that the male idol his granddaughter has a crush on?

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