Wang Jun and Ruan Qing left—utterly humiliated.

As soon as their figures disappeared, Chen Feng could no longer keep up his facade. He collapsed onto the ground, his expression filled with pain, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks.

Gu Xingyi knew Chen Feng had been forcing himself to hold it in. After all, they’d dated for a year and a half. What happened just now was already the limit of what he could endure.

“Lao Gu, I really loved her!”

Chen Feng cried out, voice cracking. Gu Xingyi didn’t know how to comfort him. He’d never been good at that. What he could do was show his support through actions.

Seeing Chen Feng like this, Gu Xingyi could only pat his shoulder and hand him a can of beer.

“Cry it out. Get drunk tonight. Tomorrow, start over. Show them that without you, they’re nothing!”

Chen Feng took the beer and gulped it down. He didn’t blush from drinking—he just got paler and paler.

“Lao Gu, it’s not that easy to start over. I spent nearly two years creating that domestic animation project—it’s gone. They tricked me and took it. There’s no way I can come up with something else good in the short term.”

“The domestic anime market’s already tough. With that project in their hands, even two pigs could become famous.”

Gu Xingyi nodded. He knew Chen Feng was truly talented when it came to animation. Just seeing how desperate those two were to cling to the project proved it.

And when Gu Xingyi had claimed he “knew a bit about anime,” that wasn’t an empty boast.

Still, Chen Feng was clearly drunk now, and in no mood to think things through. Gu Xingyi decided to leave it for tomorrow.

After that, Chen Feng didn’t say anything else. He just drowned himself in sorrow, downing can after can of beer. Gu Xingyi stayed quietly by his side, watching his hands tremble as he tried to lift his drink.

By the time Chen Feng was fully drunk, night had fallen and the city lights were shining outside. Gu Xingyi didn’t know where he lived, so he had no choice but to drag him to the nearest hotel.

Chen Feng, thankfully, was cooperative—though he kept muttering things like “used to love her” and “liar” under his breath. The receptionist jiejie at the front desk kept casting them strange glances, which gave Gu Xingyi a headache.

He got a twin room, dumped Chen Feng onto the bed, covered him with a blanket, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Damn this guy—gaining weight really sucks. That was solid mass! So heavy!

Gu Xingyi took a shower in the bathroom. When he came back out, he felt refreshed.

Chen Feng was still muttering to himself. Gu Xingyi rolled his eyes and ignored him, going to his own bed and pulling out his phone.

There was a WeChat message from Xia Xiyao, sent that afternoon. He hadn’t noticed it until now.

“How did things go?”

Gu Xingyi smiled.

“Nothing big! It’s all handled!”

At this hour, Xia Xiyao should already be asleep, Gu Xingyi thought.

But the very next second, a WeChat message alert sounded.

“Mm!”

A reply in seconds!

Was she holding her phone this whole time, or… waiting for his message?

Back in the Modu apartment, Xia Xiyao held the already-sleeping Xiao Nainai in her arms, looking at her phone with a slight smile.

What was Gu Xingyi doing today? Why is he only replying now?

“Is my dear wife worried I haven’t slept yet?”

Gu Xingyi quickly typed back, the smile on his face growing even wider.

“No! I just happened to wake up and saw your message!”

Hmph! Women—hard mouths, soft hearts!

Gu Xingyi didn’t say anything else, just smiled to himself.

“Then, my dear wife, get some sleep soon! If nothing goes wrong, I’ll be back tomorrow!”

“Mm!”

A smile crept onto Xia Xiyao’s face, and she gently typed one more word.

“Oh right! Good night!”

Another message came in from Gu Xingyi. Xia Xiyao blinked her pretty almond-shaped eyes.

“Good night~”

She put down her phone, finally satisfied, and snuggled back under the covers, happily hugging the milk-scented Xiao Nainai to sleep.

Back on Gu Xingyi’s side, he also set down his phone and glanced over at the completely passed-out Chen Feng, then sighed and pulled out a notebook and pen to start writing through the night.

Early the next morning, after Gu Xingyi finished his morning run and came back with steamed buns and fried dough sticks, Chen Feng finally woke up with swollen eyes.

Gu Xingyi kicked him into the bathroom to wash up, and then they started breakfast.

While stuffing his mouth with a bun, Chen Feng stared at the dark circles under Gu Xingyi’s eyes, confused.

“Did you go sneaking around last night?”

he asked in a low voice.

Gu Xingyi gritted his teeth and gave Chen Feng a sharp glare.

“It’s all because of you!”

Chen Feng was startled. He quickly checked himself over and, finding nothing off, finally relaxed—just a little. Then he looked at Gu Xingyi suspiciously, even inching back a bit.

“Ahem… Lao Gu, I like women!”

“Screw you! I was up all night because of you! Want me to tear this anime concept book to pieces right now?!”

“!!!”

This time Chen Feng was truly shocked. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the notebook in Gu Xingyi’s hands.

“What did you say?! Anime? You mean you stayed up all night writing an anime concept?”

Gu Xingyi’s face was still dark. He’d practically shaved his brain bald trying to come up with this damn thing last night!

Part of it was for Chen Feng. Part of it was because he wanted to hurry back to Xia Xiyao and Nainai.

“Take a guess! What else would I have been doing?!”

“Ahem! Don’t be mad. What you said yesterday… was that all true?”

Chen Feng still looked stunned. Yesterday, Gu Xingyi had claimed he knew a bit about anime just like he did with songwriting. Chen Feng had thought it was just bluster, a reaction to Wang Jun and Ruan Qing.

He hadn’t expected that Gu Xingyi would actually produce an anime concept overnight.

“Of course! Bro never lies! This is just a rough outline and some character concepts. I’ll polish it up properly once I get home!”

In truth, Gu Xingyi had wanted to write the whole thing out last night. But he didn’t know exactly how anime production worked.

So all he could do was draft the plot outline and define the main characters. Once home, he’d look up how to properly write an anime script online and turn it into a full project for Chen Feng.

As he spoke, Gu Xingyi tossed the notebook into Chen Feng’s arms.

Chen Feng stared blankly at Gu Xingyi’s dark circles, deeply moved. This was his brother.

Even if he didn’t say anything, his actions had already spoken louder than words.

Chen Feng opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word. He lowered his head and opened the notebook, reading it carefully.

On the first page, a big title was written:

“Under One Person”

Chen Feng froze.

The anime he had designed was called “Above All Beings”. The one Gu Xingyi gave him was called “Under One Person”.

Was that a coincidence?

He flipped to the second page.

It told the story of a world of yiren, and then introduced Zhang Chulan—a boy who had always kept his powers hidden. Until one day, a girl named Bao’er-jie appeared. From that moment, he was chased by zombies, hacked at by weirdos, and dragged into all sorts of never-before-seen chaos…

Zhang Chulan, who never played by the rules. Bao’er jiejie, who dug pits and buried people...

Just as Gu Xingyi had said, this was only a rough outline with basic character sketches.

But the more Chen Feng read, the more shocked he became. It was leagues better than what he had come up with.

Even just the outline had him completely enthralled. The twists and turns of the plot! The vivid characters!

He really wanted to crack open Gu Xingyi’s head and see how this guy’s brain worked!

Chen Feng’s hands, clutching the notebook, began to tremble.

This—was a damn treasure!