No wall can keep the wind out forever.
In the end, the media finally dug up the truth about Yan Su Ang and Xiao Bai.
The covers of all the major magazines were plastered with photos of the two of them happily selling pork together at the butcher shop. Even a blind person could have seen the surging current of affection between them.
The moment Yan Su Ang, who was filming in America, received the news, he rushed back at top speed.
Lian Jue Xiu could not have caught him even if he had thrown himself at him.
“Great God, I know you’re in a hurry.” The taxi driver calmly pulled away from the airport. “But even if you squeeze my arm until it turns into a lotus root, the car still won’t go any faster.”
“Really?” Yan Su Ang tightened his grip.
The driver’s feet stomped around in pain. The accelerator went down, the speed went up, and the taxi vanished in a blur.
Outside Xiong Xiong Butcher Shop, pedestrians strolled along casually.
Suddenly…
A taxi swept in like a violent gale, whipping up such a tremendous blast that girls in miniskirts along both sides of the street shrieked one after another.
The gust blew past.
The taxi door opened. The butcher-shop door opened.
Xiao Bai was crouched on the floor, silently wiping it clean. His damp bangs clung to his forehead, and two obvious patches of red colored his cheeks.
Yan Su Ang’s heart clenched painfully. Xiao Bai’s name circled his tongue twice, yet he could not make himself call it out.
Xiao Bai raised his head. His exhausted, unfocused eyes instantly lit up when he recognized the person in front of him. “Ang.”
Yan Su Ang rushed forward in a single stride, crouched down, and wrapped Xiao Bai tightly in his arms.
“I’m sorry…”
The thought of the Xiao Bai he cherished so carefully, the person he normally could not even bear to scold harshly, being run ragged under the media’s bombardment made Yan Su Ang’s heart ache until it went numb.
“Sorry for what?” Xiao Bai stared at him in surprise, then frowned. “Did you cheat on me?”
“Of course not!” Yan Su Ang hugged him tighter so Xiao Bai could properly feel his outrage at being distrusted. Even so, he controlled his strength, afraid of hurting him. “A lot of reporters came today, didn’t they?”
“Mm!” Xiao Bai suddenly brightened. “They bought all the pork!”
…
He had guessed the beginning, but not the ending.
Yan Su Ang slowly let him go and asked calmly, “Could you explain that a little more clearly?”
Xiao Bai said, “A lot of reporters came and blocked the shop. So Brother Gao Qin made them line up. Buy five kilos of pork, get one question answered.”
…
That really was exactly the kind of thing Gao Qin plus Xiao Bai would do.
“So what did they ask today?”
“Mm. Someone asked whether you and I are really together.”
Yan Su Ang asked, “And what did you say?”
Xiao Bai said, “I said you were in America, so we weren’t together.”
…
“What else?”
“They asked whether we live together. I said you live in a hotel in America.”
…
“They asked what step our relationship had reached. I said you drive a lot and hardly ever walk.”
…
Yan Su Ang asked, “And that was enough to sell out all the pork?”
“Mm.” Xiao Bai nodded happily. “I already talked to Little Ba Ge. I asked him to deliver more stock tomorrow.”
Yan Su Ang brushed Xiao Bai’s bangs away from his forehead and sighed. Then he took out his phone and made a call. “About that favor I asked from you, I want to change the details a little… Send me even more reporters.”
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