After the succubus became a fake young master that everyone disliked

After dinner, the guests, who lacked any real camaraderie, dispersed and wandered around the commercial area surrounding the restaurant.

Chi Jing was unaware of where he was walking, relying on the staff following him to ensure he didn’t get lost.

It wasn’t until Jiang Yucheng appeared from a nearby alley and naturally joined him that he noticed him.

Chi Jing said, “You seem quite familiar with this place.”

“Hmm, I often come here for events,” Jiang Yucheng said, skillfully turning off their recording devices. “After the show is over, come to S City to see me.”

Chi Jing replied, “I won’t go.”

“Don’t be difficult. I’ll take you to meet Sun Yue.”

Sun Yue was the name he had written on Chi Jing’s palm under the table earlier.

Chi Jing, intrigued, stopped walking and tilted his head towards him. “You’re being so nice to me… Do you like me?”

His teasing tone was met with a straightforward response from Jiang Yucheng.

He said, “Yes.”

Surprised, Chi Jing looked up at him and saw a sly smile in his eyes.

He realized he was teasing him.

He turned away and avoided looking at him, his reflection in the shop window showing his sulking face.

Jiang Yucheng said leisurely, “After all, you’re a succubus. Who wouldn’t like you?”

Chi Jing agreed with this notion but didn’t like Jiang Yucheng as a person.

He sneered, “If you like me so much, Mr. Jiang, why don’t you show it? How much do you like me?”

Jiang Yucheng nodded. “In my mind, heart, and thoughts, it’s all about you! Your name, your gentleness, your anger, your tears, your smile—”

“Stop it!” Chi Jing said, his scalp tingling from Jiang Yucheng’s overly sentimental words.

Jiang Yucheng, being a top award-winning actor, spoke these cheesy and sentimental lines effortlessly, making him somewhat embarrassed.

Of course, he wasn’t shy about accepting such affection, but hearing it on the street was just too embarrassing.

Succubi naturally accept affection from others, a talent of their kind.

Jiang Yucheng knew that he was a person of great charisma; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been captivated by him at first sight.

But it wasn’t until they walked down the street together that he deeply realized Chi Jing’s abilities.

In just a short distance of three hundred meters, Chi Jing was approached by five people asking for his contact information. These people were of different genders, including those identifying as non-binary, who boldly expressed their feelings for him.

He politely declined.

He could graciously accept others’ affection but wasn’t obligated to reciprocate.

Succubi are purely beauty-oriented, and currently, the only face he was interested in was Jiang Yucheng’s.

This did not include his personality, which was a downside for Chi Jing.

They returned to the guesthouse around eight in the evening. With seven people and three bathrooms, it took some time to get through everyone’s shower routines.

Chi Jing sat on the small balcony chair in his room, feeling drowsy. The chilly night breeze against his face blew away his sleepiness.

He yawned, and Jiang Yucheng came out of the room behind him.

“Go shower first.”

Chi Jing rubbed his eyes. “Aren’t you going to shower?”

“You go first,” Jiang Yucheng said, gently pushing him. “Shen Yixing went to Gan’s place. The guest bathroom is free.”

“Okay, thanks.”

After showering, Chi Jing, wearing loose shorts and a T-shirt, was ready to sleep, but his damp hair made it uncomfortable.

Jiang Yucheng appeared with a hairdryer and helped him dry his hair. Despite his drowsiness, Chi Jing endured the task, occasionally brushing his succubus horns, which elicited faint, involuntary sounds.

When Jiang Yucheng finished his own shower and returned, he found Chi Jing lying on the bed, his eyes filled with a certain emotion, and his fingers gripping the blanket.

“Chi Jing?” he approached his bed and called his name softly.

“Hmm…” Chi Jing slowly came to his senses from the recent sensitivity of his succubus horns and looked at Jiang Yucheng with a dazed expression.

Jiang Yucheng, with lowered eyes, quietly observed him and then sighed softly.

“Your horns seem quite sensitive.”

“Mm…” Chi Jing breathed softly, his gaze focusing more on Jiang Yucheng.

Perhaps due to the recent sensitivity, his voice was softer than before, with a lingering tone.

“Don’t sit on my bed.”

“Tsk, ungrateful little thing.” Jiang Yucheng covered him with the blanket, and as he was about to leave, he bent down to look at his hair.

Chi Jing had closed his eyes, preparing to sleep, but Jiang Yucheng was so close that he couldn’t ignore the warmth emanating from him.

Feeling a bit impatient but too lazy to open his eyes, he said, “Why aren’t you leaving?”

Jiang Yucheng leaned in, adjusting his tousled hair.

“Your horns seem to have grown a bit.”

The sudden realization made him sit up quickly, almost bumping into Jiang Yucheng. Jiang Yucheng held his shoulder until he steadied himself before stepping back to give him space.

Chi Jing rushed to the mirror to examine his horns, finding that they had indeed grown a bit.

He had some guesses but lacked confirmation.

Jiang Yucheng asked, “With the current growth rate, will they return to normal next month?”

Chi Jing turned off the room lights, leaving only a dim light by the bedside.

Once back in bed, he asked, “The role in Xu Dao’s film—did you recommend it?”

Jiang Yucheng did not answer directly but said, “It’s very suitable for you.”

Chi Jing was uncertain if he would develop bat wings or a tail next month.

“I’m not sure, so your good intentions might not come to fruition.”

Jiang Yucheng wasn’t disappointed. He returned to his own bed and turned off the last light in the room.

With a soft click, their profiles faded into the night.

Before sleeping, Chi Jing heard him say, “You’re very suited for that role. Director Xu is willing to wait a bit longer for you.”

The night was dark, with clouds hiding the moon and the sky completely starless.

…

The weather was unpredictable in summer. The next morning, Chi Jing woke up to sunlight streaming onto his bed.

It was a very sunny day, completely different from the previous night’s forecast.

He squinted against the bright sunlight and turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The bed beside him was empty; Jiang Yucheng had apparently left, leaving behind a neatly made bed.

The alarm he had set before going to sleep went off. He reached under his pillow to turn it off and then checked Weibo.

Today’s Weibo was bustling with activity. If it weren’t about him, he would have enjoyed the gossip.

He estimated it was afternoon in China, meaning his live broadcast from the previous night had been trending all day.

Wen Zhentian, the fool, must be furious.

He felt a bit regretful that he wasn’t in China to witness Wen Zhentian’s distorted face personally.

He couldn’t harass Chi Jing on WeChat because, after receiving his voice message last time, he had blocked him permanently.

Wen Yubai’s earlier video, which was meant to clarify the original host’s fall down the stairs, was also dug up.

Mu Jingshan, still active in China, had requested Chi Jing’s elementary school address, obtained the disciplinary records from a teacher from over a decade ago, and posted them on Longhuang Entertainment’s official Weibo and Chi Jing’s personal account.

But neither Longhuang Entertainment’s official account nor his personal account had many followers, so there wasn’t much attention.

It wasn’t until Jiang Yucheng’s studio’s Weibo account retweeted Chi Jing’s clarification that it gained some public interest.

The trending topic eventually faded, and people started comparing Chi Jing’s past and present photos, trying to find evidence of cosmetic surgery.

After comparing the photos, they found that his features, such as his distinctive almond eyes and straight nose, were identical to his previous appearance.

This meant that his face showed no signs of cosmetic surgery.

Many beauty and cosmetic surgery bloggers jumped into the conversation, analyzing his features and proportions, confirming that he had not undergone surgery.

Chi Jing saw a highly popular tweet.

“Watermelon is the best fruit: Seeing so many people claim he had surgery these days, I really want to respond. I’m a fan of Jiang Yucheng, and I saw Chi Jing at the airport when I sent Jiang Yucheng off. His face looked extremely natural, and his skin was perfect. Standing next to Jiang Yucheng without makeup, he was still not inferior. If we’re talking about features alone, I think he’s even better looking than Jiang Yucheng. Modern cosmetic surgery techniques can’t achieve his look.”

Jiang Yucheng’s fan base was called “One Bite of Jiang,” and the blogger with the username “Watermelon is the Best Fruit” was a well-known fan, recognized for her wealth and spending on luxury endorsements. She was a genuine passerby who wouldn’t speak up for Chi Jing just because of monetary gain.

He liked her tweet with his secondary account without hesitation.

What a great fan.

Jiang Yucheng walked in, looking like he had just returned

from a run.

Why did she have to be Jiang Yucheng’s fan?

He shook his head in feigned regret.

“Talking bad about me in your mind?” Jiang Yucheng walked to the balcony, relaxed and leaning on the railing, lighting a cigarette.

The faint smell of smoke entered the room, causing Chi Jing to wrinkle his nose in distaste.

“Can you smoke outside?” he didn’t like the smell of smoke, especially not the scent created by Jiang Yucheng.

Jiang Yucheng chuckled and extinguished the cigarette, tossing it in the trash.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you disliked it.”

“Now you know.” Chi Jing moved to the balcony, his messy hair and horns visible as he joined him.

The guesthouse overlooked a street lined with sycamore trees, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Occasionally, passersby rode bicycles through the sycamore-lined street.

The breeze followed the sunlight, brushing against his skin as Chi Jing stretched lazily.

“What a beautiful day.”

“If only I didn’t have to work,” Jiang Yucheng replied.