Movie Emperor, That Extra Has a Crush on You

[The final story in the showbiz trilogy, Has the Top-Tier Star Fallen? The Top-Tier Star Is Reborn!, is currently being serialized. If you’re interested, add it to your collection! The blurb is at the very bottom.]

A gentle but controlling top × an unhinged, possessive, flirtatious beauty as the bottom

A bittersweet secret-crush story + an entertainment-industry movie star and extra setup + a guiding top and possessive bottom

Shen Nansheng is the youngest actor to win two Best Actor awards in the entertainment industry. Countless people want to curry favor with him, get close to him, or even climb into his bed.

He looks down on everyone, believing he understands all the filth in the industry. He’s never believed there could be any genuine feelings here. Everyone is just using each other.

Zhao Beizhi is a bit-part actor,

who keeps turning up as an extra in Shen Nansheng’s productions.

Shen Nansheng wonders:

What are the odds that the same bit-part actor would keep appearing in his productions for five years?

Less than 10 percent. And Shen Nansheng has never believed in that 10 percent chance of coincidence.

He’s almost certain Zhao Beizhi must have an ulterior motive!

He watches coldly, wondering what Zhao Beizhi will do next.

Blending in with the crowd, eyes lowered, Zhao Beizhi greets him: “Hello, Mr. Shen.”

He’s a perfectly competent chauffeur who barely says a word, and now he’s even taken leave.

He seems to have no intention of getting closer or playing games.

But how could that be? Anyone who can quietly work as an extra around him for four or five years must be patient indeed.

Shen Nansheng curls his lips into a smile.

Is he playing hard to get?

Before Shen Nansheng can offer a tentative olive branch,

Zhao Beizhi has somehow become Xie Tianle’s little lover? His bedmate?

Shen Nansheng isn’t exactly disappointed. He just finds Zhao Beizhi’s judgment amusing. No matter what, he thinks his own “thigh” should be a lot more powerful than Xie Tianle’s.

But thinking that makes him feel kind of sleazy… So forget it!

Until the landslide.

Zhao Beizhi risks his life to save him.

Shen Nansheng gazes intently into his eyes. “You saved my life. You can ask me for anything you want.”

He thinks he’s about to hear a confession.

Instead, Zhao Beizhi suddenly grabs his wrist, pulls his hand closer, and lowers his head to kiss it. The tip of his tongue gently traces the lines in Shen Nansheng’s palm. His warm, damp breath curls around his fingertips, with a touch of clumsy devotion. “Mr. Shen, can I be your lover? I’ll be very obedient.”

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[A straightforward, devoted top × a beautiful, strong yet tragic bottom whose public and private selves don’t match]

The day Wen Muyao was filming in Yunnan, He Jingchen jumped off a building.

They had been together for five years. Wen Muyao had seen every side of him, except this one: resolute and cold, without even a word of goodbye.

He couldn’t understand how the boy who was always smiling and as gentle as spring could leave the whole world behind in such a terrible way.

The internet was already in an uproar, feasting on his tragedy.

A top-tier star’s downfall, a same-sex sugar relationship, a love affair gone wrong, domestic violence, promiscuity, depression… The accusations surged like a tide, grinding the once-pure boy into the mud from head to toe.

Wen Muyao clutched his phone and stared at those hurtful words. It felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out, and the pain nearly suffocated him.

Then he was reborn.

He returned to the day he first met He Jingchen.

The boy was wearing his school uniform and carrying a backpack, smiling as carefree as ever.

He Jingchen thought the new transfer student, Wen Muyao, was absolutely crazy.

Every day, he followed him around asking, “Were you happy today?” He insisted on moving into his dorm, raced to fetch water and do his laundry and homework, and kept his eyes fixed on him, intense and burning.

He Jingchen finally couldn’t take it anymore. While they were alone in the dorm, he pinned Wen Muyao against the wall and warned him fiercely, “I’m telling you, stay away from me, or…”

Before he could finish, Wen Muyao lowered his head and kissed him.

He Jingchen froze. Then his eyes suddenly reddened, and tears fell. “I’m not a pervert. I’m not gay.”

After that, every time they kissed, he would cry and repeat those words, as if trying to brainwash himself, or as if he were afraid of something.

Wen Muyao never understood what he was afraid of.

It was a long time before he finally learned the truth.

Theme: A single marguerite daisy never foretells love, only courage.