"Like the Icy Prince of the Entertainment Industry Zhang Yichen?"
Louis finally snapped. "YES! THAT ZHANG YICHEN!"
Mo Fei "...."
A moment passed. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully. "...Wow."
Louis waited. Mo Fei clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk." He shook his head like someone observing a tragic waste. "Number one actor and model in the country. Won the Most Handsome Man in the World award six years in a row, millions of fans. Global popularity."
Louis nodded aggressively. "YES."
Mo Fei sighed dramatically. "What a pity."
Louis frowned. "...What?"
Mo Fei crossed his arms and looked toward the direction Zhang Yichen had left. "Such a nice face and career." He shook his head. "Belonging to a brooding daylight vampire."
Louis stared at him.Completely silent.
Processing.
Processing...
Then he sighed.
A deep, exhausted sigh.
The sigh of a man who had realized he might not survive this job. "...I need a vacation."
The ride back to Nyx Apartments was unusually quiet. Mo Fei sat in the passenger seat with the posture of a well-behaved student who had just been scolded by the headmaster. He didn't speak, didn't hum. He didn't even breathe too loudly. Louis drove with both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead like a man deeply reconsidering the life choices that had led him here. Every now and then Louis glanced at Mo Fei from the corner of his eye, Mo Fei would immediately sit even straighter.
The silence continued for the entire drive. Finally the car pulled into the underground parking of Nyx Apartments. Louis parked and turned off the engine.
Mo Fei slowly turned his head. "...Are you still angry?"
Louis didn't answer. He just looked at him.
Mo Fei immediately opened the door. "I'll get out now."
He slipped out of the car like a criminal escaping the scene.
Louis leaned back in his seat and sighed heavily.
Managing Mo Fei was clearly not going to be easy.
Not even a little.
But still...
He couldn't completely blame the young man.
Anyone who had just survived a public scandal, an attempted suicide, and the collapse of their career would probably be confused too.
Louis rubbed his temple. When he applied for the job, he had promised himself something. No matter who his client was, he would do his best.
Even if that client happened to be a chaotic idiot with the survival instincts of a house cat.
He stepped out of the car.
Mo Fei had already reached the elevator.
Louis walked over. "Go upstairs."
Mo Fei nodded obediently. Louis adjusted his jacket. "I'll figure out another shoot."
"...You're still helping me?" Mo fei asked
Louis gave him a tired look. "That's literally my job." He turned toward his car again. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."
Mo Fei raised both hands. "I promise nothing."
Louis closed his eyes.
"...I regret asking."
Then he got back into the car and drove away.
A few minutes later, Mo Fei stepped back into the quiet luxury of the apartment. He stretched dramatically and collapsed onto the couch.
"Ahhh..."
Peace.
No reporters.
No executives.
No Louis.
Just him.
Mo Fei pulled out the new phone Aria Lin had given him before leaving the country.
He unlocked it. His social media apps were still there. Instagram. Weibo. Various entertainment platforms.
All of them...
Private.
After the scandal exploded, the original Mo Fei had locked everything down to avoid the endless insults.
Mo Fei stared at the screen for a moment.
Then clicked his tongue.
"Hmph. I'm not that guy."
He tapped the settings.
Account Privacy → Off.
Just like that, His account became public again.
Mo Fei opened Instagram and began scrolling. Immediately, His face appeared everywhere.
Entertainment bloggers.
Fan pages.
News accounts.
Posts about the scandal.
Posts about the hospital video.
Thousands of comments filled every post.
Some supportive.
Most not.
Mo Fei tapped one blogger's post.
The title read:
"Mo Fei Returns After Suicide Attempt, Is This The End Of His Career?"
He opened the comment section.
And began reading.
"Homewrecker."
"How does he still have a career?"
"The agency should fire him."
"He should've stayed in the hospital."
"Fake victim."
"That hospital video just proves he has no shame."
Mo Fei scrolled slowly.
His expression didn't change much.
Then he leaned back on the couch.
"Huh."
He kept scrolling.
"...People really hate me."
Mo Fei stretched across the couch like a bored emperor and kept scrolling through the comments. The more he read, the deeper his eyebrows sank. Then they rose again. Then sank again.
It was like watching a roller coaster on his face.
"Wow."
He scrolled.
"Wow."
Another scroll.
"WOW."
He sat up straighter.
"These people are creative."
The comment section was a battlefield.
@DramaQueen88:
Homewrecker! Trash like you should disappear from the industry.
Mo Fei frowned. Scroll.
@JusticeForHusbands:
He destroyed a family and still has the nerve to live in luxury apartments.
Mo Fei gasped.
"First of all," he muttered.
"I didn't destroy anything."
@CancelMoFei:
His face annoys me.
Mo Fei froze.
"...My face?"
He lifted the phone and switched to the front camera.
The handsome face of Mo Fei stared back. Perfect skin. Sharp jawline. Long eyelashes.
Mo Fei "How dare they." He turned the camera left and right. "This face could start international wars."
Scroll.
@RealTruthSeeker:
He jumped from the building for attention.
Mo Fei sat up instantly.
"EXCUSE ME."
@Netizen007:
He looks like a weak little flower.
Mo Fei stared at the comment.
Then flexed his arm. Nothing impressive happened.
He coughed.
"...Okay maybe a slightly weak flower."
Scroll.
@EntertainmentGossipBlog:
Rumor says Mo Fei has completely lost his mind after the fall.
@PopcornWatcher:
I'm not even mad. I just want to see what chaotic thing he does next.
@MoFeiApologyNow:
He should apologize publicly.
Mo Fei tilted his head. "...For what?" He thought for a moment. "Being handsome?"
Scroll.
Suddenly he stopped.
One comment had over 30,000 likes.
@DramaHunter:
I give him three days before he embarrasses himself again.
Mo Fei stared at the screen. Then slowly cracked his knuckles. Mo Fei kept scrolling through the comment section like a bored judge reviewing the stupidity of humanity.
Scroll.
Scroll.
Scroll.
At some point his eyes started getting heavier.
The insults began blending together.
Homewrecker... trash... cancel him... fake angel...
"Mm..."
Mo Fei slumped deeper into the couch.
His phone slowly slid down onto his chest.
Five seconds later
He was asleep.
BZZZZ.
Mo Fei twitched.
BZZZZ.
His eyebrows scrunched.
BZZZZ.
He groaned.
"Ugh..."
The phone was vibrating violently against his ribs like it was trying to perform CPR.
Mo Fei cracked one eye open.bThe screen lit up.
Louis.
Mo Fei stared at it for a second.Then the call stopped. Immediately another one started. Mo Fei sat up slightly and squinted at the screen. "Why is he so dramatic..."
He checked the notifications and his soul briefly left his body.
14 missed calls. "AHH!"
Mo Fei shot upright so fast the phone nearly flew across the room.
He scrambled and answered immediately.
"Louis, I was..."
"Save it." Louis' voice came through the speaker like a man holding back a migraine. "Just check your Instagram. I'll be at your apartment in ten minutes."
The line went dead.
Mo Fei blinked at the phone. "...Rude." He shrugged. "What now, another scandal?"
He opened Instagram.
Then froze.
His brain stopped processing.
On the screen was a photo.
Him.
Standing in the orphanage courtyard.
Beside him, Sima Li, mid-laugh, patting his shoulder like a proud older brother.
And standing just a step away was Zhang Yichen, surrounded by children running around them.
The photo had captured the exact moment Sima Li was laughing and Mo Fei was smiling awkwardly. Zhang Yichen stood beside them like a perfectly composed statue. It looked Ridiculously natural, like they were all friends.
Mo Fei slowly looked at the numbers below the post.
His brain rebooted.
5,000,000 reactions.
In less than an hour.
The comments were multiplying like bacteria.
Mo Fei stared. "...What."
The number jumped higher. 5.2.... 5.4M.
Mo Fei's mouth slowly opened. "WHAT??"
The caption under the post read:
"Mo Fei seen at orphanage today with Zhang Yichen and Sima Li.
Mo Fei leaned closer to the screen. "...Who took this picture?"
The reactions climbed again. 5.7.... 6M
Mo Fei slumped back into the couch.
His brain had completely stopped working. Mo Fei sat frozen on the couch, staring at the phone like it had personally betrayed him, he quickly tapped the comment section.
Thousands of comments flooded the screen.
They moved so fast the app struggled to keep up.
Mo Fei leaned forward like a detective investigating a crime scene.
@YichenNation:
Wait... why is Zhang Yichen with him??
@SimaliFanClub:
SIMAAA LI GEGE LOOKS SO HAPPY!
@JusticeForYichen:
Why is Mo Fei standing next to Yichen gege??
@TruthWatcher:
If Zhang Yichen and Sima Li are willing to be around Mo Fei maybe the scandal was fake.
@AngelFaceMoFei:
WAIT... was Mo Fei always this handsome??
@ProtectYichen:
Mo Fei stay away from Yichen gege!!!
@InternetAuntie:
Poor child... maybe we judged him too harshly.
@SimaLiSupremacy:
If Sima Li gege pats someone's shoulder like that they must be a good person.
@YichenArmy:
Anyone Yichen gege stands next to must be trustworthy.
@SupportMoFei:
Mo Fei stay strong!! Maybe the scandal isn't true. Yichen gege would never stand with a bad person."
@QueenB:
I dont trust that homewrecker, stay away from my Yichen.
Mo Fei slowly leaned back against the couch. He looked at the photo again. Then at the comments. Then back at the photo.
DING DONG.
The doorbell rang.
Mo Fei jumped, he slowly looked toward the door and rushed to the door and pulled it open.