Chapter 66: Just Say You Want to Steal My Husband

Chapter 66: Just Say It If You Want My Man

"Let’s stop here for this scene. Xiao Chun isn’t in the right headspace, and doing more takes won’t help. Take a ten-minute break and prepare for the next scene."

Once Director Wu gave the order, the actors and crew scattered—some resting, others busying themselves.

The set was crowded and noisy, so no one noticed the knowing smirk Jian Ye flashed at Xiao Chun as he stood up.

Xiao Chun clenched his fists tightly and threatened in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Jian Ye, just you wait."

Jian Ye put on a confused act, covering his mouth in exaggerated shock and deliberately not lowering his voice. "Xiao, why should I wait? What do you mean? I don’t understand."

"You—" Xiao Chun noticed people glancing over and quickly backtracked, "Nothing, you must have heard wrong..."

"Oh, Xiao, don’t be so hard on yourself. Everyone gets nervous their first time acting. Director Wu and the crew totally understand. You only NG’d twelve times—I don’t mind at all."

The young man licked his lips, stretching his arms with a playful grin, his tone so lighthearted that anyone would assume he was just joking or offering comfort.

Only Xiao Chun knew—this jerk was mocking him!

He gritted his teeth in frustration, but for now, he had no way to retaliate against Jian Ye’s smugness.

Today, they only had this one scene together. After filming, Jian Ye would move to another location, while the extras like them went about their usual tasks—some even juggling other jobs.

Xiao Chun didn’t leave. He kept staring as Jian Ye chatted with Mo Huan, watching the younger man put on an obedient "junior to senior" act in front of Mo Huan.

He had to expose Jian Ye’s true nature—this scheming green tea bitch! No wonder he could charm men so effortlessly!

Maybe even that idiot Yu Wei was lured in by Jian Ye. Yu Wei thought Jian Ye was the prey, but in reality, he was the fish in Jian Ye’s pond.

It had to be true!

Jian Ye’s appearance was naturally misleading, and with a little act of vulnerability, what man wouldn’t feel protective?

Xiao Chun’s headache was figuring out how to force Jian Ye to show his true colors. The guy was flawless in public and on camera—it was nearly impossible to corner him.

If direct confrontation didn’t work, then sneaky tactics were the only option. But that was risky—if he got caught, his career would be ruined.

So while Jian Ye happily breezed through his scenes all day, a certain white lotus was racking his brains for ways to take him down.

One was having the time of his life; the other was fuming silently.

"That’s a wrap for today. Everyone can pack up. Same time tomorrow—meet here."

Crew members dragged during work but were quick as lightning when it came to clocking out. The moment Director Wu called wrap, everyone rushed to pack up.

Jian Ye wasn’t in a hurry. He planned to wait until most people had cleared out before heading to the car to find Yi Siyu.

Mo Huan lingered as well, turning to Jian Ye. "Xiao Ye, want to grab dinner together? I know a great restaurant."

Jian Ye politely declined. "Sorry, I have something to take care of. I can’t join you, Senior."

As he spoke, his gaze flicked toward a certain unwanted shadow, and he smiled innocently. "Senior Mo, I see Xiao is still here too. I heard you’re both from the university’s student council—you must be close, right? Why don’t you two go eat together?"

Mo Huan shook his head. "No, if you’re busy, I’ll just head back to the hotel. Besides, Xiao Chun and I are just classmates—we’re not that close."

Xiao Chun, who had just approached and heard these words: "..."

Fuck!

That little shit made sure he heard them talking about him again!

Xiao Chun suddenly felt a twinge of regret. What was the point of pulling all those strings to join the crew? It was to make Jian Ye miserable!

Yet after just one day, he was already fuming.

Mo Huan's words earlier had cut deep. It was as if the two of them had conspired to salt his wounds.

Jian Ye couldn't be bothered with Xiao Chun's feelings. He hurriedly ran down, pulled open the car door, and slid into the passenger seat.

"I'm so hot! I'm so hot! I want ice cream!" Jian Ye whined like a kid, begging his "keeper."

Yi Siyu could only laugh and took out a wet wipe from the car, personally dabbing the sweat off Jian Ye's face.

The pup had been "slaving away" outside all day, and even his fur was damp.

Yi Siyu wiped the beads of sweat from the boy's forehead and gently smoothed his slightly curly bangs.

All cleaned up, Jian Ye was once again a clean little pup.

"First day shooting—worn out?" Yi Siyu asked with concern.

Jian Ye thought about his battle with the white lotus today and couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Not tired at all! Filming is so much fun. You get to experience different lives and meet all kinds of people..."

Like Xiao Chun—some weirdly petty guy, jealous, and full of malice.

Messing with him all day had been...

"So entertaining!"

Yi Siyu mussed up Jian Ye's hair. "Whatever makes you happy, I'll support whatever you love doing. Come on, let's get you that ice cream."

Jian Ye didn’t mention the little incident on set to Yi Siyu. First, he felt it wasn’t worth mentioning, and second, he didn’t want Yi Siyu to worry about him again.

What had happened before had already put Yi Siyu on edge. Dealing with some basic white lotus didn’t require Yi Siyu’s intervention.

Someone like Xiao Chun, with such small-time thinking, had already limited his own path. He wouldn’t go far in the long run.

If he was still hung up on Mo Huan, judging by the other’s demeanor, it seemed he was aiming for the entertainment industry.

That world was far more complex and ruthless than the dance scene. Jian Ye felt that, eventually, society itself would teach Xiao Chun a lesson—no need for him to lift a finger.

As Yi Siyu started the car and drove off, Xiao Chun watched it disappear into the distance, deep in thought.

That car cost a pretty penny. How could a student like Jian Ye afford it? Yu Wei had once mentioned that Jian Ye was an only child with no siblings, his parents deceased, and not well-treated by relatives. His family had once been decently well-off but had fallen into decline.

How could a poor student like him ride in a luxury car? If he hadn’t stolen or robbed for it, what other explanation was there?

Combined with Jian Ye’s hidden, scheming "green tea" behavior during filming, Xiao Chun concluded that Jian Ye must have snagged some sugar daddy.

That little slut really knew all the tricks. The rumors he had spread before weren’t even wrong, were they?

Only those stupid netizens couldn’t see Jian Ye’s true colors.

Jian Ye, just wait until I've got the chance and the evidence—I’ll end you!

...

Meanwhile, Yi Siyu drove the car to the vicinity of a trendy ice cream shop.

"I'll go queue up. You stay in the car—it's too hot outside."

Yi Siyu didn’t just want Jian Ye to stay in the car because of the weather. It was also because Jian Ye’s face had recently gone viral online.

A handsome young college boy, a dancer dude, topped off with the added appeal of being a hero—Jian Ye’s Weibo followers had soared lately, with more fans getting hooked daily. Now, everyone was just waiting for the drama he was filming to air.

Yi Siyu was glad to pamper him, and Jian Ye was happy to be spoiled.

This ice cream shop was unique to City S, attracting many out-of-town visitors who came just to make the pilgrimage.

It was currently evening rush hour, and the queue stretched from inside the shop all the way outside, snaking out the door—a testament to its popularity.

Yi Siyu was dressed casually today, finally looking less like a domineering CEO. The casual look gave him a youthful vigor, like any ordinary young man.

He was absolutely a total hunk.

He was tall and striking, and the moment he joined the queue, he instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Before long, a few bold girls couldn’t resist taking out their phones to sneak photos of him.

Jian Ye watched all of this from inside the car.

Ah, this was the charm of the protagonist—shining brilliantly no matter where he went. A catch like this—he’d better keep a close eye on him.

While admiring his husband standing in line outside, Jian Ye idly scrolled through his phone, shooting the breeze with his roommates in their group chat.

Just as he was enjoying the conversation, the car suddenly vibrated with the sound of a phone notification.

Jian Ye glanced to the side and realized Yi Siyu had left his phone behind.

How was he going to pay without his phone? With actual paper money?

As Jian Ye debated whether to bring the phone to him, it vibrated again.

A WeChat message popped up on the lock screen, displayed at the top of the main interface.

"A Yao": *Siyu, it’s been four years since we last spoke. How have you been all this time?*

Jian Ye: "..."

It wasn’t like he was trying to snoop—the message had practically fallen right in front of his face. It was impossible not to see it.

Just seeing the nickname made Jian Ye’s face scrunch up like the "confused subway grandpa" meme.

*"A Yao"*? So intimate. If they were that close, why hadn’t they spoken in four years? Had something happened between them?

Jian Ye’s thoughts began to spiral, and as if sensing his gaze, the phone kept buzzing with more messages.

"A Yao": *Leaving without a word back then was my fault. I was immature and my emotions were all over the place at the time.*

"A Yao": *Over the years abroad, I’ve pursued my passions. I thought my time abroad alone would make me forget everyone back home, but it wasn’t like that. The longer I stayed away, the more often I found myself thinking about home and everyone I left behind.*

"A Yao": *I’m done running. I’m coming back to China. Now I'm ready to be honest with myself. Whatever the outcome, I’ll accept it. I won’t cowardly leave again.*

Jian Ye grew increasingly puzzled. What did he mean by *being honest with himself*?

Dude, what the hell do you think you're doing? If you wanna steal my husband, just say it outright!

And this "success or failure" nonsense! Let me tell you, you've already lost—Yi Siyu and I are legally married!

Thanks for running away like a coward. If it weren't for your immaturity and emotional instability, how could someone like me have stepped in so easily?

Jian Ye was dying to reply with a photo of their marriage certificate right then and there, preferably sending this person spiraling into emotional turmoil again.

You’ve already hidden abroad for four years—what’s another lifetime?

Just settle down overseas and don’t come back, for god's sake.

Jian Ye took a few deep breaths and resisted the impulsive urge. He refrained from touching Yi Siyu’s phone—it was the other person's privacy, and as a partner, he couldn’t just reply to those messages on a whim.

Jian Ye hadn’t even wanted to peek at these messages in the first place, but they were practically shoved in his face.

Why hasn’t Yi Siyu come back yet?

Hurry up and deal with your emotionally unstable White Moonlight. These messages are flooding in nonstop—how stable can their emotions possibly be?

The phone suddenly stopped vibrating. Jian Ye thought the other person had finally said their piece, but just as he was about to relax, the ringtone blared.

Well, look at you—switching from texts to a direct call. You sure know how to cut straight to the chase!

"Author's Note"

Jian Ye: I’m so busy—just finished dealing with the White Lotus, and now here comes the Moonlight. Why do you all have to be named "White"? (innocent face)