Chapter 100
After the wrap party ended, Lin Zhiqiao finally had some free time again.
Once he got home, he lay on his bed and scrolled through his phone for the first time in ages. Then a trending edit recommendation on Bilibili suddenly caught his eye—
“FengQiao CP: Extreme Sweetness Warning”
FengQiao CP?
When did this new CP pop up?
Lin Zhiqiao’s interest instantly rose.
With the expectation of eating gossip and shipping a CP, he tapped into the edit, whose cover was black with colorful text.
The first scene that met his eyes showed a man in a sharp suit looking at a chestnut-haired young man dressed casually. Whether it was because of the lighting, the angle, or the sweet background music, the depth in the man’s gaze was filled with a kind of lingering tenderness beyond words, something impossible to resist sinking into.
The entire scene was overflowing with pink, ambiguous bubbles, and countless CP shippers flocked in after catching the scent. The bullet comments floated past in a long string of colorful “ahhhhhhh.”
And yet, looking at such a “sweet” scene, Lin Zhiqiao—also a proud CP shipper—fell into a rare silence.
Could someone please tell him why he was seeing his own face in the video?
Looking at himself in the edit, Lin Zhiqiao only felt that seeing himself in this way was really a bit strange—especially when the other main character in the video was Song Fengshi.
—So the so-called “FengQiao CP” meant him and Song Fengshi.
Lin Zhiqiao: “……”
Netizens these days really would ship absolutely any bizarre CP they could think of.
Lin Zhiqiao found it incredibly weird.
But for reasons even he himself could not explain, he still watched the nearly ten-minute video all the way through at normal speed.
Objectively speaking, the uploader’s editing skills were genuinely very good. After stringing all the scattered footage together, they had somehow managed to create a real sense of story.
—A story about Song Fengshi secretly being in love with Lin Zhiqiao.
The story was so absurd that after finishing it, Lin Zhiqiao pressed his lips together, feeling a little like laughing.
But other than that, if he ignored the fact that the face in the video was his own, this CP actually was kind of fun to ship.
Hopefully Song Fengshi would never come across this video, Lin Zhiqiao thought.
Then again, President Song was busy with countless affairs every day. He probably would not have the time to watch this kind of “pointless” video anyway.
Lin Zhiqiao knew very well that there was no controlling netizens’ imagination and creativity, so he quickly tossed the FengQiao CP to the back of his mind.
What he did not know was that the “busy with countless affairs” head of the Song family was, at that exact moment, watching this “pointless” video.
It had been sent to him by Zhao Meng.
Zhao Meng: “I figured you’d be interested.”
At first, Song Fengshi had not understood why. But the moment he clicked the video and saw the familiar setting and the face that moved his heart, his gaze immediately stopped moving away.
Song Fengshi silently watched it three times.
After finishing, he looked at the lower right corner of the video and tapped the save button. A login prompt immediately popped up on the screen.
Song Fengshi: “……”
He silently registered an account on this pink app he had never used before, placed the video into a private favorites folder, and was just about to exit when, as if suddenly thinking of something, he was seized by a strange impulse and typed the words “FengQiao” into the search bar.
A flood of videos instantly popped up below.
Song Fengshi’s finger twitched slightly.
That afternoon, the head of the Song family was trapped inside this pink app. The work he was supposed to handle piled up into mountains, while one particular private favorites folder filled up at terrifying speed.
*
On the weekend, Song Fengshi arrived punctually at Lin Zhiqiao’s place.
His little niece was sitting in the back seat of the car. Lin Zhiqiao had intended to sit in the back too, only to discover that besides Song Xinqiu, there was also a giant stuffed toy occupying the other half of the seat.
Song Fengshi rolled down the front passenger window and said to him, “Sit here.” He pointed at the front passenger seat. “Xiao Qiu wants to sit with her doll.”
In the back, Song Xinqiu curled her lips. When she noticed Lin Zhiqiao looking over, she instantly switched to an innocent smile and said in a sweet voice, “This is my best friend.”
Lin Zhiqiao immediately gave in.
On the way there, Song Fengshi kept finding topics to chat about, and before they realized it, they had already reached their destination.
The auction was being held in a high-end venue. Anyone qualified to enter was either rich or powerful.
When the three of them were led inside by a staff member, the open seating area below was already completely full. At a glance, almost every single person there was someone well-known.
Song Fengshi said quietly, “Our seats aren’t here.” He pointed upward. “They’re upstairs.”
Lin Zhiqiao looked up and let out a small wow in his heart.
The second floor of the venue was made up of separate private rooms. Some had their windows shut tight, while others were open, revealing the spacious interiors and luxurious, meticulous decor inside.
There was no need to think too hard—Song Fengshi’s private room had to be the most lavish one among them.
Lin Zhiqiao’s gaze swept across the second floor, then suddenly paused.
He had just caught sight of a very familiar face behind a window that was in the middle of closing, vanishing in a flash—but he still caught it instantly.
It was Lin Mubai.
Even though Lin Mubai had disguised himself a little, Lin Zhiqiao still recognized him at a glance.
Lin Zhiqiao very clearly had no desire to run into Lin Mubai in this kind of setting. Fortunately, the other man was busy chatting and laughing with the person beside him and had not noticed him at all.
The person sharing the private room with Lin Mubai also looked somewhat familiar. It seemed to be Tian Jing, the eldest young master of the Tian family.
Lin Zhiqiao remembered him because not long ago, this very Tian heir had gone trending for his engagement. His fiancé was the younger young master of the Jing family, famous for being spoiled and overbearing.
Both the Tian and Jing families were among the truly top-tier wealthy families. The two families had always had a good relationship, and Young Master Tian and Young Master Jing had grown up together since childhood—practically childhood sweethearts. Their marriage alliance was the definition of strong joining strong, and had drawn countless eyes.
And yet, at a setting like this, Tian Jing had not brought his fiancé, but had instead shown up with Lin Mubai.
At the exact moment the window to their private room shut completely, Lin Zhiqiao even saw the Tian family heir lift a hand and rest it on Lin Mubai’s shoulder, the movement undeniably intimate.
Lin Zhiqiao’s gossip radar instantly started ringing like crazy.
But very quickly, his attention was drawn away by something else.
The staff member led Song Fengshi and the other two up to the second floor and stopped in front of the private room located right in the center.
“This is your room,” the staff member said respectfully. “If you need anything, please press the call bell inside and we’ll come immediately.”
Song Fengshi gave a slight nod and was just about to lead Lin Zhiqiao inside when the door of the neighboring room suddenly opened. The man who stepped out spoke first: “President Song, long time no see!”
He was smiling all over his face and looked as though he wanted to step forward and shake Song Fengshi’s hand, but the cold, dark look in Song Fengshi’s eyes—so cold it seemed to carry no warmth at all—stopped him in his tracks.
Still, the man did not leave. Instead, he looked toward the young man standing beside Song Fengshi and said in a warm, ingratiating tone, “And this is…?” Without waiting for Song Fengshi to answer, he continued on by himself, “This must be President Song’s little boyfriend, right? Understandable, understandable. At President Song’s age, it really is time to have someone by his side.”
He had obviously misunderstood.
Lin Zhiqiao waved a hand and hurried to explain, but before he could speak, the person beside him said, “Not yet.”
Lin Zhiqiao nodded instinctively along with it. “Right, right, I’m not—”
Then he stopped abruptly.
What Song Fengshi had just said was “not yet,” not “not.”
A trace of shocked confusion appeared in Lin Zhiqiao’s eyes.
—Did he mean exactly what Lin Zhiqiao thought he meant?
