Chapter 67

Suppressing his shyness, Ji Wei had Lu Shenxing put his clothes back on and strike a pose. He then quickly started drawing on the paper with his pen.

After sketching the draft with Lu Shenxing as his model, he sent the drawing over.

[Ji Wei]: There’s definitely something wrong with the arm.

[Cui Jiu]: Now that you say that, I’m sure of it. This book, Detailed Explanation of Human Anatomy, is full of problems. I don’t know how it sold so many copies. It’s even used as a textbook for an elective course.

Cui Jiu was the most diligent person in their dorm, having taken almost every elective available. Ji Wei hadn’t chosen the human figure drawing course, but he still looked up the publisher and author.

The publisher was the People’s Fine Arts Publishing House, a major publisher.

He then looked at the author.

—Xu Sheng.

A famous young modernist painter from Shanghai, he had won many major awards in the country. His mentor was the collector Lin Yiqiu, and his painting style had a distinct personal character, with strong colors and distorted, exaggerated forms.

But belonging to a certain school of painting was no excuse for making fundamental mistakes.

He didn’t know if someone else had ghostwritten it or if his fame was undeserved, but Cui Jiu would definitely write a letter to the publisher to give feedback. He was a very serious person, in every sense of the word.

Ji Wei closed his phone.

Lu Shenxing was already in bed, reading a book. Perhaps because he had been drawing earlier, he casually asked, “Have you been learning to draw since you were a child?”

Ji Wei nodded. “When I was little, I often went to art museums with my mom.”

“Not many people learn traditional Chinese painting these days,” the man said, lowering his eyes, his tone still faint.

“I started with oil painting. My grandfather said that traditional Chinese painting cultivates the mind and character.” Ji Wei walked to the suitcase in the center of the living room and took out a bag of meat jerky. “I switched to traditional Chinese painting in middle school.”

The man looked up and gave him a thoughtful glance.

Ji Wei didn’t notice Lu Shenxing’s gaze. He brought the meat jerky to the bedside, took out a piece, and held it out to Lu Shenxing. “Do you want some?”

Lu Shenxing didn’t take it.

Ji Wei regretfully withdrew his hand.

His idol’s dietary habits leaned towards Western-style food. He could eat Huang Bo’s dishes, but he wasn’t particularly fond of them.

Even though they were so delicious.

“Feed me,” the man suddenly said, his eyes lowered.

His voice wasn’t loud, but in the quiet room, it was crystal clear. Ji Wei felt the meat jerky in his hand instantly grow hot.

He had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed and feed the meat jerky to Lu Shenxing. It was actually a very ordinary action.

But the moment it touched the man’s lips—

He was licked!

A faint, electric sensation shot through his index finger where it had been licked. He immediately snatched his hand back. The moment he did, he felt that his reaction was… a bit over the top.

He could already imagine what his idol would say. He would probably raise an eyebrow and ask slowly, “We’ve already kissed, so what’s the big deal about a little lick?”

It was a big deal!

But his heart was still pounding.

He pretended to be calm, took another piece of meat jerky from the bag, and put it in his own mouth, as if to show that he had pulled his hand back for no other reason than that he wanted to eat.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his waist and pulled him onto the bed. The man then leaned over him, casting a shadow over his face.

Ji Wei’s breath hitched. He had been kissed for most of the previous night, and his body was covered in hickeys. He was still sore today.

He reflexively closed his eyes.

Lu Shenxing moved closer and closer to him, so close that their noses occasionally brushed against each other, his warm breath fanning across his face.

Ji Wei swallowed and wanted to say, “Be gentle this time.”

But the man lowered his head, simply took a bite of the meat jerky he was holding in his mouth, and then turned over and lay down.

Ji Wei breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed to wash up.

After turning off the lights, he lay in bed with the covers pulled up. Hearing the man’s even breathing beside him, he found it hard to fall asleep again.

Why didn’t he kiss him today?

He opened Weibo to distract himself and found that the ratings for tonight’s episode of The Forbidden City’s Little Shop were out.

[Ratings Data Lord]: Congratulations to The Forbidden City’s Little Shop for achieving a preliminary rating of 0.7 on its premiere tonight. A good start.

The comments were as expected.

[Wangzai Milk]: Congratulations, congratulations. This rating is very good. CCTV has fewer viewers after all.

[Liuzhou Snail Noodles]: 0.7? A lot of people probably didn’t even know it was airing. The initial promotion was a bit lacking. I remember Great Nation’s Artifacts broke 1 on its premiere.

[Golden Soup Fatty Beef]: I have to say, Yancheng Television Station is still a strong competitor. I thought The Forbidden City’s Little Shop would easily dominate.

Most of the people on Weibo were young and didn’t watch much TV. The discussion about the premiere of The Forbidden City’s Little Shop was limited to the ratings. To Ji Wei’s surprise, it was the topic of him assisting in solving a case that trended at number five.

The case at the Yiqiu Art Museum involved a large sum of money and a transnational team. The Shanghai police were clearly handling it with discretion and had not released the details of his assistance.

However, someone had posted a picture of a silk banner.

[Linlin Ya]: A relative of mine is in the silk banner business. The police station sent a banner to @Ji Wei Who Plays Games. It’s said to be a Third-Class Public Security Honor. That’s so amazing!

Many people didn’t believe it.

[Donut]: ??? Is this for real? I believe he assisted in solving a case, but a Third-Class Public Security Honor, seriously? How big of a case would that have to be?

[Cornetto]: I have a friend whose relative… nine out of ten of those are fake. Spreading rumors about the police can get you arrested. Your post has been retweeted over ten thousand times, you’ll be reported for sure.

[Langweixian]: Don’t you think the timing of this revelation is too coincidental? The day The Forbidden City’s Little Shop premiered, Ji Wei started trending. If this isn’t a publicity stunt, I’ll eat my hat.

[Weiyi Soy Milk]: Is this a casual netizen or a hater? This Ji Wei fan is deeply confused. It’s better not to talk about things that haven’t been officially announced. So humbled.

Ji Wei hadn’t received a call from the police, so he didn’t know if it was true that they were sending him a banner. Just then, he received a tag.

It was already late at night. He wondered who was messaging him. Ji Wei opened his private message inbox.

[Shanghai Luwan District Police Affairs]: @Ji Wei Who Plays Games assisted our district’s police bureau in solving a case. We are awarding him a Third-Class Public Security Honor banner. We would like to express our gratitude!

Almost visibly, the topic of Ji Wei assisting in solving a case shot up to the third trending spot. Even late at night, the discussion exploded.

[Sending a Bright Moon]: Oh my god! My Wei is so outstanding!!! I didn’t dare to believe it before because I was afraid it was fake news. Aaaahhhhhh, mommy is so proud of you!

[Butter with Rice]: Assisting in solving a case and receiving a third-class honor. Is there anything Ji Wei can’t do? This slacker student is startled awake from his death-like dream.

[Crab Pot]: OMG, I didn’t believe it when I saw that blogger talking about the banner. I thought it was a trending topic bought by the show’s production team. I didn’t expect… it’s real.

[Vitamin No. 1]: If this isn’t a publicity stunt, I’ll eat my hat. Where’s your hat? @Langweixian

Ji Wei also replied under the police’s Weibo post.

[Ji Wei Who Plays Games]: It’s what I should do as a citizen.

His reply received over ten thousand likes. The vast majority were praises, though some said he was being pretentious. Ji Wei didn’t feel anything about it. He switched to his side account and posted on Weibo.

What he cared about was—

[Brother Lu’s Little Fanboy]: My partner didn’t kiss me today. Has the seven-year itch started? But we’ve only been married for 98 days.

A few familiar fans commented on his post.

[Lulu Ah]: Sigh, isn’t it better to follow celebrities than to be in a relationship? A movie of Brother Lu’s every day, and I have no time (or mood) to think about these things.

[Sir Taught Me]: Hahahahahahaha, the films are too depressing. The original ending of Sun Eater was apparently live burial. It was changed to pass censorship, but it still didn’t pass (lol).

[Lu Wei is Real]: It’s better to be a CP fan. Immersed in the variety show and edits, my sugar intake is off the charts every day.

[Self-Made Lu-Wei Fix]: If he doesn’t kiss you, you kiss him! Are all the young boys these days so innocent? My friend and I are discussing which position is deeper. I’m thinking of drawing a wheelchair play for Lu-Wei next week.

Ji Wei was speechless.

He turned off his phone, his face flushed.

As the last bit of light faded, the room was enveloped in solid darkness. Not a single glimmer of light could be seen. The phrase, “If he doesn’t kiss you, you kiss him,” echoed in Ji Wei’s mind.

His idol should be asleep by now.

He thought to himself silently.

Then it should be okay to kiss his forehead, right?

Perhaps because he had a guilty conscience, Ji Wei’s breathing quickened. After letting out a slow breath, he scooted a little closer to Lu Shenxing’s position.

And a little closer.

…

Finally, they were pressed tightly together.

Ji Wei’s palms were sweating, but he still gently propped himself up and leaned down to kiss Lu Shenxing’s forehead.

However, due to the darkness, his aim wasn’t accurate. What his lips touched wasn’t a flat forehead, but a patch of warmth.

It seemed to be Lu Shenxing’s… lips.

Ji Wei belatedly realized this. His heart stopped in nervousness, his breath caught in his throat. Fearing that Lu Shenxing would find out, he quickly lay back down on the bed, his palms completely soaked in sweat.

Fortunately, his idol was still asleep.

Ji Wei closed his eyes, his eyelashes still trembling. After a few seconds, he slowly calmed down. But suddenly, he felt something heavy press down on him.

The man’s low voice came from above him, devoid of any emotion. “I was going to let you rest well.”

“Then be gentle,” Ji Wei heard himself say without thinking. The moment he realized what he had said, his entire face turned beet red.

“I’ll try,” the man said softly.

Soon, the man’s lips descended. At first, it was indeed very gentle, coaxing him to respond. But as the kiss deepened, the force became uncontrollable.

When Ji Wei woke up the next morning, he had two dark circles under his eyes. Coupled with the mask he was wearing, he looked extremely lethargic. Xiao Chi walked over, looked at him, and asked with concern, “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Zhao Yue, placing products on the shelf, sneered, “Why don’t you go to the hospital yourself? I think Ji Wei is perfectly fine.”

Xiao Chi was speechless.

The stream had also started.

[As expected, Xiao Chi has the lowest status of all. Even Zhao Yue can’t be bothered with him.]

[Their two fanbases have been fighting since the first episode. They’ve been fighting so much that they now have CP fans. Can you believe it?]

[Hahahahahahahaha, the solo stans of both are furious. Anyone with a CP fan history is not allowed in the fan club and will be treated as a hater in disguise.]

[I’m shocked. Are the fandoms of traffic celebrities really this bloody? When Old Lu got married, my first reaction was that he was finally married off. I thought he’d be able to make more movies to support his family, but he didn’t…]

Ji Wei explained, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Only then was Xiao Chi relieved. He and Zhao Yue were in charge of stocking the shelves. Ji Wei and Ma Liqing went to the backyard to start cleaning.

The expanded backyard was three times its original size, almost as large as the shop itself. There were seven tables and chairs with sunshades, surrounded by green mint plants.

Suddenly, the Palace Museum Little Shop app belatedly updated with today’s mission.

—Ensure every customer buys a satisfactory product. Mission completion reward: randomly unlock one shop employee.

Shop employee?

Ji Wei opened the employee panel in the app. A whole page of avatars was grayed out. There were resident singers, chefs, guitarists, and dancers…

[A dancer! I want a dancer!]

[A singer would be great too. They could sing in the backyard or the rest area.]

[Ah, you have to complete the mission! I feel like this episode’s mission reward is better than the previous ones. An extra person means more help!]

Ji Wei was also tempted.

And the mission didn’t seem too difficult.

Of course, he soon realized he was wrong.

Cleaning the tables and chairs didn’t take much time. By the time he and Ma Liqing came out, Xiao Chi and the others were only halfway through stocking the shelves.

Ji Wei also helped with the stocking.

This time, Xiao Chi and Zhao Yue didn’t refuse.

Because there were simply too many people queuing outside the shop. It was only eight in the morning, and the line stretched halfway down the street. However, from what Ji Wei observed, some people didn’t even know what they were queuing for; they just saw the long line and joined in.

John and his boss were in the middle of the line. They weren’t used to getting up early, but they decided to get up at seven today after seeing the crowd. Who knew that when they arrived at the shop, they were still considered late.

At eight-thirty, the shop opened.

To maintain order, only fifty people were allowed in at a time. Seeing that the people who went in earlier still hadn’t come out, John became a little anxious waiting outside.

Really, what was there to choose from?

The prices at the Palace Museum Little Shop were actually a bit high compared to those in China. But a casual purchase would be a show of support. What could they do, they weren’t Chinese. Steam’s regional pricing was different too.

He couldn’t help but whisper to his boss.

“The rich buy expensive things, the poor buy cheap things. Do they really need to take so long to choose?”

His boss simply remained silent.

A few people behind them overheard John’s words. A brown-haired man asked him with a puzzled look, “Have you not seen the full variety show?”

John nodded.

He had only seen the Ji Wei cuts.

“This episode, they’re selling works designed by the guests themselves. Of course, you have to look at each one to decide which one to buy,” the person said. “But as for me, I’ll definitely buy them all.”

John suddenly remembered. Ji Wei had designed the Winter Sparrow Painting notebook. However, the version shown on the program was more of a draft. He wondered what the finished product would be like.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that time was passing even more slowly.

He wondered if there would be any left by the time it was his turn.

Ji Wei and the others were also pondering this question.

The first batch of customers who came in didn’t stop picking things up from the first shelf to the second.

The first customer came to the checkout with a full load of goods. After Ji Wei finished packing the last notebook, he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure you want to buy all these?”

The customer lowered his head in embarrassment. “Ah, is it too little? I only have this much cash on me. I’ll definitely buy more next time.”

“It’s not too little, it’s too much.”

Ji Wei watched as Lu Shenxing scanned the items. The final amount was as high as nine hundred dollars, but the customer showed no signs of regret and said with a sigh of relief, “That’s good then.”

[Hahahahaha, are all the people who came fans? They won’t leave until they’ve spent every last penny on them.]

[The production team is in a tough spot too. They originally chose a small place abroad to avoid fans, but they ended up developing a fanbase directly.]

[I’ll bet you five cents that they changed today’s mission this morning.]

After the first batch of customers left, Ma Liqing looked at the half-empty shelves and said hesitantly, “There are still so many people. Do we have enough products?”

“Let’s limit purchases.”

Lu Shenxing lowered his eyes.

Zhao Yue was still in his previous mindset of having to desperately promote sales. He asked hesitantly, “What if no one buys anything?”

[Hahahahahahahaha, from rags to riches.]

[Understandable.]

[Most of them are probably Ji Wei’s fans. The elastic band thing from the last episode was too viral. I’m in North America, and even my classmates have asked me if all Chinese people know how to play with elastic bands.]

“Probably not. It seems like the people who came are all fans of the show. How about we offer a service of packaging and calligraphy?”

Xiao Chi suggested.

Although he couldn’t write, Ji Wei, Ma Liqing, and Lu Shenxing were all skilled in calligraphy. It should be quick for them to write, and it could also appease the fans’ dissatisfaction with the purchase limit.

“Let’s bring out the lucky draw box too,” Ji Wei added.

As soon as fans were mentioned, Zhao Yue’s mind started working quickly. “Fans are easy to handle. They don’t care about money, and they won’t be impressed by small gifts. We can put interactions like photo ops and handshakes as prizes in the lucky draw box.”

[This is so Zhao Yue. He’s usually like this, interacting with fans from time to time, sending late-night comforting messages to his fans, and has them wrapped around his finger.]

[Damn, Zhao Yue is so good at this.]

[Hahahahahaha, I wonder what Zhao Yue’s fans are thinking when they see this.]

As Zhao Yue was talking, he was about to go find the lucky draw box that had been placed in the corner. Then he heard Lu Shenxing say faintly, “I’ll do it.”

“Alright then.”

Zhao Yue started writing interactions on slips of paper.

—Take a photo with Zhao Yue

—Shake hands with Ji Wei

…

Because there was still a line outside, he wrote quickly. In a short while, he had written twenty slips and handed them to Lu Shenxing.

Lu Shenxing took the slips of paper. “These need to be changed.”

Everyone else was busy, and Zhao Yue was also busy explaining things. He gave the extra slips of paper and a pen to him, leaving him with the words, “Senior Lu, you can change them as you see fit.”

Lu Shenxing picked out the slips related to Ji Wei.

—Shake hands with Ji Wei

—Hug Ji Wei

—Play a game with Ji Wei

He wrote another one on a slip of paper.

—Have Ji Wei call him “brother”

[Aaaahhhhhh, I can only scream!]

[Letting Film Emperor Lu be in charge of the lucky draw… isn’t this guarding the henhouse? I saw him pick out all the slips related to Weiwei and even write one himself!]

[Zhao Yue is still too young. How could he let Film Emperor Lu handle the lucky draw? Waaaaah, I’m dying from sweetness.]

By the time John and his boss stepped into the shop, it was almost nine-thirty.

He spotted Ji Wei by the cash register at a glance. Resisting the urge to go over immediately, he browsed the products on the shelves.

The first thing he saw was the Winter Sparrow Painting notebook designed by Ji Wei. It was more exquisite than the prototype shown on the program, and the Xuan paper-textured cover had a quaint charm.

He flipped through the notebook from left to right. In just a few seconds, a sparrow flew across the branches depicted on the scroll.

It was lifelike.

It was simply amazing.

John immediately decided to buy ten!

But Zhao Yue came over and reminded him, “I’m sorry, there’s a limit of three per item.”

The reason it wasn’t one was to consider that customers might have promised to buy gifts for friends and family. Limiting it to one would undoubtedly lead to broken promises.

John regretfully took only three.

He continued walking, his attention suddenly drawn to the cups designed by Ma Liqing. He didn’t know the material, but he thought the color, like the sky after a rain, was too beautiful.

He walked a few more steps.

The washi tape was also beautiful.

The brush rest was useless, but… he wanted to buy it too.

John felt like he was about to spend a fortune, but not as much as his boss, who had his eye on the Forbidden City panoramic jigsaw puzzle and the miniature model.

[Damn, when can we buy these in our country! I love all the products designed by the guests.]

[Film Emperor Lu’s designed brush rest and seal have changed material, it’s ebony now, but it has such a nice texture.]

[I’m so jealous watching foreigners buy things. Aaaahhhhhh, I want to buy them too!]

After the second batch of customers checked out, they were very excited to be told that they could have calligraphy written on the kraft paper packaging. John was a little worried that it would take too long, as people were still waiting to come in.

When the first batch of customers found out they could get calligraphy, they also came back one after another, wanting calligraphy. John’s worry grew.

For a moment, the shop was extremely crowded.

[Wow, too many people seems to be a problem too. I see they’re all overwhelmed.]

[I’m suffocating.]

[How long is this going to take? There are still people waiting outside.]

Ji Wei came out from the right side of the cash register and walked towards the backyard. “First batch of customers, please follow me this way.”

He went to a table in the backyard and took out a writing brush and ink from his backpack.

John was in the second batch of customers, and Ma Liqing was supposed to do his calligraphy. But he wanted Ji Wei to do it for him, so he pretended to be in the first batch and followed along.

Because he felt guilty, he walked at the end of the line, planning to ask for calligraphy after the first batch was done. But he suddenly felt something was wrong. There were clearly only fifty people in the first batch, so how did it become more than thirty extra people?

[Ji Wei: First batch, follow me. And then the first and second batches all went.]

[Although it’s incredible, he’s really popular abroad.]

[It’s not surprising. He’s so good-looking and can do anything. If I hadn’t been a fan of my own favorite for so long, I would have… switched allegiances.]

[Highlighting the “good-looking” part. I know what you’re all like.]

[Hahahahahahahaha, so true.]

Just as John was thinking about whether to give up, Ji Wei smiled helplessly and asked them to line up with their products. “Let’s be quick. Everyone, tell me what you want written, and then line up on my left to wait.”

At first, John thought Ji Wei meant for them to move quickly, but he later realized that wasn’t the case.

A commotion broke out in the crowd, and many people began to exclaim in amazement.

John looked forward, puzzled. The young man was concentrating on writing, the sunlight shining on his face, his skin as fair as snow melting on a spring mountain peak.

Maybe he was just too good-looking?

John muttered.

While he was queuing, his boss finished paying and came over, standing next to him.

After a few minutes in line.

John was surprised at how fast it was going. He told the young man the inscription he had thought of earlier, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I’d like to write, ‘To my good friend John, from Ji Wei’.”

The young man nodded and smiled shyly at him.

John thought he was so cute.

His heart was about to melt.

He put down his packaged goods and joined the line on the left, only then remembering, huh, he hadn’t gotten his calligraphy yet.

He finally understood why everyone was so amazed before. It was because Ji Wei had them all say what they wanted written, and then he would write them all at once.

Could he remember all that?

John couldn’t help but worry for the young man.

[Does Ji Wei’s memory really that good? I always thought he was just good at remembering images.]

[Sigh, I don’t dare to comment anymore. I’m afraid of being proven wrong. – A regular viewer who is often proven wrong by Ji Wei.]

[He has to remember the content and order of over eighty sentences. Each sentence is about eight words long, so that’s less than a thousand words. Isn’t that how much we had to memorize for elementary school texts?]

[But think about the time. One person speaks, one person leaves. It’s basically instant memorization, and it’s over eighty unrelated sentences. It’s much harder than memorizing a text, okay?]

After the last person had spoken.

Ji Wei began to dip his brush in ink and put it to paper.

He wasn’t writing in regular script, but in running-regular script. Since it was also small characters, his speed was very fast, one could say it was as smooth as flowing water.

He stood tall and straight, his head lowered, his left hand lightly holding the sleeve of his right hand’s shirt to avoid getting ink stains. Even though he was just wearing a simple white shirt, he had an extraordinary air about him.

The bullet comments were mesmerized.

[I’m suddenly so jealous of Film Emperor Lu.]

[This mom fan is teetering on the edge of becoming a girlfriend fan. Weiwei, you’re only nineteen, how are you already married?!]

[Hahahahaha, I know. I printed out Film Emperor Lu’s super long interview. It all started with their blind date.]

As Ji Wei finished one, a customer would take their product and leave. In just ten minutes, the line of over eighty people had dwindled to just a few.

John was among them.

When Ji Wei wrote down his inscription, he still couldn’t quite believe it and subconsciously asked, “Do you still remember what I said?”

“To my good friend John, from Ji Wei.”

Ji Wei repeated it.

John could no longer express his shock in words, and neither could the bullet comments.

[I’m so envious of this memory. If I had this kind of memory, I’d be at Yan University or Peking University by now.]

[+1, is Ji Wei a top scorer in the college entrance exam? His memory is too good.]

[I checked, he’s not, but he was only one point away from being the top scorer. More importantly, he’s just an art student. Why does he need such high academic scores?]

John’s boss was clearly shocked as well.

[That person looks a bit familiar.]

[Familiar? I don’t really have an impression. He doesn’t look like a celebrity.]

[I did an image search. He seems to be the owner of the foreign FOX team. This team is very strong, they were the world champions of the last PUBG Alliance tournament.]

[FOX?! That’s really amazing. I want their team’s autograph.]

As John and his boss walked out of the shop, he couldn’t help but ask, “Boss, didn’t you want to recruit Ji Wei for our team?”

His boss had seen Ji Wei’s PUBG videos and was amazed by him. Before they came, he had said that he would sign Ji Wei no matter what.

The boss looked back and said, “I thought about it before.”

“Were you not satisfied after meeting him?”

John was even more puzzled.

Ji Wei in person had an even more extraordinary aura than in the videos, and his memory was even better than they had expected. He really couldn’t understand why his boss was not satisfied.

“His talent is too good.”

The boss said slowly.

“Is being too talented not good enough?”

John was a bit confused.

The boss sighed. “He would be successful in anything he does. Thinking back now, his 32-kill game video didn’t actually show many signs of practice. You could say it was all talent.”

“He’s not that passionate about esports… It would be difficult for him to go any further.”

John nodded, half-understanding.

“But isn’t the Sino-German Friendship Match next week? You should try to invite him,” the boss instructed.

“Okay.”

John made a note of it in his memo.

Little did he know that major streamers in China were fighting tooth and nail for a spot in the friendship match.

***

Time passed quickly, and it was almost noon. Zhao Yue and Xiao Chi took over from Ji Wei and Lu Shenxing, taking turns to eat.

After a busy morning, Ji Wei suddenly realized he couldn’t find his phone. He asked Lu Shenxing sheepishly, “Could you call my phone for me?”

Lu Shenxing called it, but it was hard to find because he had only set it to vibrate. With so many people bustling around the shop, it was easy to miss the sound.

After a moment of thought, Lu Shenxing returned to the counter. Zhao Yue and Xiao Chi were busy with payments and packaging, and Ma Liqing was writing calligraphy. The entire counter was in a state of chaos.

His gaze slowly swept from the counter to the floor, not missing a single corner. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the corner of a dark green phone. The screen was flashing with the communication page, still emitting a faint vibration.

He wheeled himself over and picked up the phone from the corner.

Ji Wei’s phone was still vibrating. The screen showed “Lu Shenxing,” just three simple characters, no different from how others had him saved in their contacts.

The man frowned. He tapped into the contact information, deleted the three characters for “Lu Shenxing,” and expressionlessly changed the name to…

Baby.