Chapter 68: Transmigrated as a Stingy Phoenix Man (68)
Cen Yu was actively typing away replies—
[Besides, he not only has tattoos, but a tongue piercing as well! He doesn’t look like a decent guy at all!]
[Holy crap! My wife is so hot! I love it so much!]
Cen Yu fell silent for a moment, then kept replying—
[He even slacks off at work, cutting corners whenever he can!]
[If a worker doesn’t slack off, is the company really his home? Hilarious! Besides… who are you! Are you my wife’s coworker who can’t stand seeing my wife blow up in popularity and is secretly trying to slander him?!]
“…Completely impervious to reason,” Cen Yu muttered softly to the fat cat.
He knew he couldn’t keep replying, otherwise Yu Jinheng would probably think he had passed out in the bathroom.
“Brother Pei, someone’s slandering Cen Yu.”
Because of that stalker incident, Pei Zhuo hadn’t returned to his room yet. He was sitting on a sofa chair outside in the living room when he saw his agent walking over.
“Slandering Cen Yu?”
Pei Zhuo was a bit baffled.
He glanced behind him and saw that no one was in the living room right now—everyone was either in the pool or back in their rooms resting.
“What is there to slander him about?” Pei Zhuo wondered out loud.
Cen Yu was just a civilian after all. Even if he gained exposure from this show, he likely wouldn’t enter the entertainment industry. Pei Zhuo genuinely couldn’t imagine who could harbor such a deep, bitter grudge against him.
The agent didn’t know how to explain it either, so he simply handed his phone over to Pei Zhuo.
While their studio was guiding public opinion and controlling the narrative tonight, they had naturally noticed these faint, discordant voices.
When Pei Zhuo saw the word “boyfriend,” the very first person that crossed his mind was Yu Xinyu… Since this person knew about Yu Xinyu and was even aware of Cen Yu’s college days, they must have known Cen Yu for a long time.
Did this person see Cen Yu getting famous and suddenly grow jealous, coming forward to spill dirt?
Pei Zhuo wasn’t entirely sure, but he handed the phone back to his agent anyway. “Give him a hand, then.”
After all, if it hadn’t been for his own incident, the show probably wouldn’t have suddenly blown up across social media platforms, nor would it have brought Cen Yu to the attention of this “acquaintance” who realized he was participating in such a variety show.
The agent didn’t object; it was just a small favor anyway.
On the other side, Sang Qianshan’s studio had also noticed these discordant voices.
When his agent called him, Sang Qianshan was inside his room.
He was leaning against the bed, lost in thought. When the agent called, he was looking through the photo gallery on his phone…
“Someone’s slandering Cen Yu.”
The agent cut straight to the point.
Sang Qianshan frowned, and then saw various links his agent sent him.
The more he read, the tighter his brow furrowed. He cursed Yu Xinyu under his breath for being utterly useless—a guy who knew nothing other than acting pitiful.
Then he told his agent, “Handle it on your end.”
Whether it meant deleting comments or taking other measures, just make sure this whole mess didn’t drag Cen Yu down.
Exiting the chat with his agent, Sang Qianshan looked at the photo of himself and Cen Yu on his phone—
“Being friends is good, too,” Sang Qianshan murmured to himself.
Being friends lasts longer than being lovers.
Cen Yu had no idea that those posts about him had already been mostly wiped clean.
The next morning, perhaps because the events of the previous evening had been far too shocking, the production team didn’t dare risk any more twists and turns. They finally remembered their original intention of making a slow-paced variety show about true friends.
They decided to let the guests check out local attractions nearby and enjoy some free leisure time.
As long as a camera crew followed along to film, it was all good.
Taking into account the injury on Cen Yu’s leg, Sang Qianshan insisted on riding a bicycle to carry him…
“…I just scraped the skin on my knee, I’m not crippled,” Cen Yu said, staring at the bicycle Sang Qianshan had wheeled over.
“You can’t walk much anyway,” Sang Qianshan said, patting the back seat. “Get on, I’ll take you for a ride.”
“Are you acting out a youth idol drama?” Cen Yu complained, but still sat on the back seat.
Sang Qianshan didn’t speak. He wasn’t particularly talkative by nature, only opening up slightly more when he was around Cen Yu.
Considering they were on vacation, the two had specially changed into tropical floral shirts that fit the local vibe, sitting one behind the other on the bicycle.
The sun was scorching at this hour. Aside from the two of them and the camera crew’s vehicle, the scenic cycling path was almost devoid of pedestrians—
“There are so few people here.”
“Well, nobody in their right mind comes out cycling at this hour.” Cen Yu looked up at the midday sun burning at 12 PM, suspecting Sang Qianshan had suffered heatstroke.
Sang Qianshan looked back at Cen Yu and noticed his cheeks were already flushed red from the sun, his forehead beaded with sweat. “How about… we rest for a bit?”
Cen Yu noticed they happened to have arrived near a fairly bustling beach. Perhaps because the camera crew’s vehicle and equipment were too conspicuous, they quickly drew the attention of a few onlookers.
Wearing sunglasses, the two simply walked into a small shop near the beach.
The shop wasn’t big, nor were there many people inside.
After browsing for a moment, Cen Yu realized it was a shop for sending postcards—a staple at scenic spots nationwide, offering a little something for every tourist.
The postcards inside were mostly hand-drawn. After taking a look, Cen Yu noticed Sang Qianshan staring at a postcard and the line of text printed on it—
“To the Future You.”
“…” No way.
Cen Yu looked at Sang Qianshan. “You want to send one of these?”
Had the young master never seen this kind of postcard at tourist spots before?! Ah, he forgot—a young master like Sang Qianshan wouldn’t usually visit roadside shops like this.
As if the disbelief and surprise in Cen Yu’s eyes were too obvious, Sang Qianshan felt a bit embarrassed and flushed with annoyance.
“What?! I can’t?!”
“You can, of course you can.” Cen Yu raised both hands in surrender.
He noticed people nearby secretly watching them and taking photos with their phones—the production team hadn’t rented out the place, so this was completely normal. Otherwise, where would the show’s leaked photos come from?
Even so, he didn’t want to be stared at like a zoo animal.
He patted Sang Qianshan’s shoulder. “If you’re going to write, hurry up.”
“You write one too,” Sang Qianshan said.
Cen Yu hesitated for a second… Who would he even send a letter to?
He knew he would be leaving this world before long, but seeing how interested and enthusiastic Sang Qianshan was, he didn’t want to ruin the mood.
He simply picked out a postcard as well and began writing alongside Sang Qianshan.
“Don’t peek!” Sang Qianshan said secretively after getting his postcard and pen.
“…Brother, how old are you?” Cen Yu said, turning his body around to cooperate with Sang Qianshan as he began writing on his postcard.
To be honest, he couldn’t remember many addresses or phone numbers.
After thinking it over, it seemed best to send it to Yu Xinyu at their current address. But what should he write?
He knew he would eventually leave according to the original novel’s ending, and he didn’t know if Yu Xinyu would have forgotten him by then. If Yu Xinyu had already started a new relationship by then, he might even hold this postcard and say to his new boyfriend—
“…Ah, this guy is the scumbag I used to like.”
Whatever. Since that was the case, he might as well tell Yu Xinyu a secret.
With that thought, Cen Yu wrote directly on the postcard:
[I know the people in the alley were hired by you to put on a show.]
