Chapter 69: Transmigrated as a Stingy Phoenix Man (69)
Concise, to the point, and carrying a touch of mystery. It was definitely better than writing sappy, romantic nonsense—only for Yu Xinyu to read it three years later and show it off to someone else while laughing at him.
Cen Yu admired his handiwork for a moment, feeling thoroughly pleased with himself.
Of course, he was pretty sure Yu Xinyu would never actually receive it. After all, Yu Xinyu certainly wouldn’t be living in that apartment three years from now.
Not that it mattered. Even if some random stranger ended up reading it, they wouldn’t have the slightest clue what it meant anyway.
With that thought, Cen Yu set the pen aside, tucked the postcard into the envelope, and handed it to the shopkeeper. After paying, all that was left was to wait for them to mail out the postcard on this exact day three years later.
Sang Qianshan had just finished writing his as well. He carefully slipped his postcard into its envelope, paid the fee, and earnestly checked with the shopkeeper—
“Will this postcard really be mailed three years from now?”
Only after receiving a firm, affirmative answer from the clerk did he nod, looking deeply satisfied.
Cen Yu couldn’t help but feel curious. “What did you write?” He paused and added, “Who’d you write to?”
Sang Qianshan glanced at Cen Yu. “Who did you write to?”
“Who else could I write to?” Cen Yu said, baffled. “Yu Xinyu, of course.”
The faint smile at the corner of Sang Qianshan’s lips dimmed slightly. Looking at Cen Yu, who remained completely oblivious while prying about his letter, he ultimately offered a cool, clipped response—
“It’s a secret.”
He wasn’t going to tell Cen Yu that the postcard’s contents were addressed to him.
It was very simple, containing nothing more than his most sincere wish:
May your life be free of worries, safe, and filled with joy.
Having dropped off their postcards, the two prepared to leave the little seaside shop. Yet the moment Cen Yu pushed aside the door curtain and stepped out, he bumped right into Lou Baichuan—dressed in a casual T-shirt, with not a trace of his usual stern, buttoned-up demeanor.
Sang Qianshan spotted Lou Baichuan too. He wasn’t particularly acquainted with the man, knowing only that he was Cen Yu’s boss.
Since the camera crew was still following right behind them, Cen Yu was just about to say hello when he figured Lou Baichuan probably didn’t want to be on camera, so he held back.
Lou Baichuan, however, took the initiative to greet them both. “What a coincidence.”
Cen Yu immediately signaled with his eyes that a camera was rolling behind them. Besides, because they had stepped into the shop earlier, the livestream feed had resumed the moment they walked inside.
Lou Baichuan acted as though he hadn’t noticed Cen Yu’s subtle hints at all. “I didn’t expect to run into you here.”
[Who is this?! Why does he seem so familiar with my wife!!]
[What do you mean ‘your wife’? Sang Qianshan’s gonna lose his mind if he hears that, lol.]
[Stop calling him ‘wife’! Didn’t you see those deleted leak posts? Cen Yu is no good news—he’s just getting kept by some rich guy, isn’t he!]
“Brother Chuan, are you okay with being on camera?”
Cen Yu couldn’t stand Lou Baichuan’s dense act any longer.
He just asked him point-blank.
Lou Baichuan seemed to notice the cameraman holding the equipment behind them only just now. He pondered for a moment. “It should be fine.”
Sang Qianshan really wasn’t familiar with Lou Baichuan. It was only because the two had chatted on the plane earlier that he found out this eldest young master of the Lou family had joined the exact same company Cen Yu worked for.
“You didn’t come all the way here just to drag me back to work, did you?” Cen Yu teased on purpose.
He was subtly hinting to the viewers that Lou Baichuan was just his boss—so don’t go getting any wild ideas!
He was terrified that some clueless netizens watching the drama would mistake Lou Baichuan for his “rich boyfriend”!
“Am I really that much of an exploitative boss?” Lou Baichuan said. Sensing that they had been lingering in the doorway for too long, he stepped aside slightly. “You two go ahead with your work.”
It wasn’t until Cen Yu, Sang Qianshan, and the camera crew had all departed that Lou Baichuan turned his gaze toward the postcards displayed in the shop.
He recalled Cen Yu saying “What a coincidence” just now. How could there be so many coincidences in this world? If the two of them walked outside right now, they would probably see his car parked by the curb. He had simply been watching the livestream the entire time, which was how this “coincidental encounter” came to be.
Perhaps because the two stars had both written postcards, business in the shop suddenly boomed.
Many people decided to indulge in a bit of nostalgia, writing postcards to send to their future selves.
Lou Baichuan simply scanned the wall covered in postcards of various designs. After browsing for quite a while, he finally found the most fitting one.
The postcard featured only a sea horizon and a bird in flight. The bird was already far off in the distance, reduced to nothing more than a tiny white speck. Taking the postcard, Lou Baichuan didn’t write any grand words, simply penning today’s date and time in his own handwriting.
Then, he handed it over to the clerk.
This postcard was meant for himself. Having no one he wished to talk to or bless, he simply addressed it to his future self—just to remember this exact moment, today.
Filming for the first episode by the sea finally drew to a close.
Due to the incident on the first night, the production team decided to wrap up and head back early on the third morning, feeling they had gathered enough material.
The guests were free to choose their own return times. Because of a sudden work commitment, Sang Qianshan left the villa early in the morning, followed shortly by Jian Zhou and the others. By the end, only Cen Yu and Yu Jinheng remained in the villa.
While brushing his teeth, Cen Yu stood out on the balcony. His flight wasn’t until the afternoon, so he was in no rush.
[Host! Big news!]
The fat cat suddenly hollered inside his head.
“…” Cen Yu almost swallowed his mouthful of toothpaste from the fright.
Rinsing quickly, he pulled out his phone and immediately saw the news snippet forwarded by the fat cat.
The article reported that a certain painter’s artwork had fetched an astronomical price at an auction today. This artist was a disciple of a legendary master who had shown brilliant talent at a young age, only to fade from the spotlight for years for unknown reasons.
Now, years later, he had made a grand comeback with his new painting, commanding a record high price, with major art galleries competing to collect his work.
Chomping on his toothbrush, Cen Yu instantly recognized the young painter in the news coverage as Yu Xinyu.
Dressed in a tailored suit, Yu Xinyu had his slightly long hair combed back neatly, with only a few stray strands resting against his forehead. Looking at the camera, a gentle smile played on his lips, giving him the air of a born aristocrat.
Faced with praise, he remained neither humble nor arrogant; even when reporters deliberately set traps with tricky questions, he effortlessly deflected them all with smooth grace.
He appeared so effortlessly composed, looking as though he were born for such high-society gatherings, as if no problem could ever stump him.
It was only when someone asked if he had a lover that his eyes suddenly lit up with vivid emotion. A mundane question that would usually be brushed aside suddenly took on profound meaning.
His hazel-green eyes flicked toward the camera, a genuine smile finally reaching his eyes. “Of course.”
“Though he doesn’t really like me bringing it up.” Yu Xinyu made a soft shh gesture. “We’re dating in secret.”
The “he” in his answer directly hinted at his lover’s gender. He looked so radiance and blissful, as though keeping their relationship a secret wasn’t an unreasonable demand from his partner at all, but a sweet privilege.
