Chapter 112 Extra

Chapter 112: Side Story

Xie Qingyue initially dismissed Chen Zui’s talk of a "system," until two identical Chen Zuis materialized before his eyes.

Xie Qingyue, lounging on the sofa, was dumbfounded.

He glanced from one to the other; the only distinction was that the newly appeared Chen Zui was naked.

He was intimately familiar with Chen Zui’s physique, instantly recognizing that this body’s measurements were an exact match, right down to the size of the "friend" that always teased him the most.

"How do you have a system?"

"It just… appeared out of nowhere."

Chen Zui settled beside Xie Qingyue, who immediately straightened his posture. Having a Chen Zui on either side was a scenario he’d never even dreamt of.

It was, for a moment, utterly disorienting.

He tried to process the situation, but his gaze kept flitting—from the hand of the left Chen Zui resting on his shoulder, to the hand of the right Chen Zui clasping his own.

These two Chen Zuis could actually perform different actions simultaneously.

"So what does the system want you to do?"

"Make me a Film Emperor."

"That day, I had an accident and nearly died. That’s when the system appeared in my head."

"If I become a Film Emperor, I can live again."

Chen Zui wove truth with fabrication.

After all, if he’d told the unvarnished truth—if Xie Qingyue had told him, "The system wants me to win you over," even if he genuinely fell in love later—

Xie Qingyue wouldn’t have accepted it.

Hearing this, Xie Qingyue felt a wave of relief. This was quite achievable; he could funnel resources into Chen Zui, who already possessed acting talent.

Becoming a Film Emperor was merely a matter of time.

His gaze softened with concern for Chen Zui—he’d actually endured such a terrible accident.

"It’s a good thing you had the system."

"Yes, it is. Otherwise, I would never have met you."

Both Chen Zuis leaned in close to his cheeks, speaking in unison.

Xie Qingyue was bewildered once more.

After glancing left and right, he pointed at the later-appearing Chen Zui: "Then what’s the deal with this one?"

Chen Zui pressed tightly against Xie Qingyue, sandwiching him in the middle like a cookie: "Because the system and I are close, this is a gift from it."

Enveloped tightly by four arms, with no space in between, Xie Qingyue felt as if he were dreaming.

He couldn't resist pinching the later-appearing Chen Zui.

It felt real, with body warmth and skin that was smooth and supple.

"Are you checking me?"

Xie Qingyue looked at the Chen Zui on his left, surprised—even the rose scent about him was present.

The other man gripped his chin. "Want a more thorough inspection?"

Then that handsome face drew even closer. In a daze, Xie Qingyue was kissed—a kiss that showed no signs of stopping.

While kissing him, Chen Zui subtly shifted Xie Qingyue’s body. Xie Qingyue remained oblivious until the back of his head rested against Chen Zui's firm chest.

Opening his closed eyes, he saw Chen Zui looking down at him.

For a split second, Xie Qingyue almost pushed away the Chen Zui who was kissing him.

He’d momentarily forgotten that the one kissing him was also Chen Zui.

He wasn’t cheating, after all.

Distracted, he received a light bite. In the next instant, he met Chen Zui’s wild, intense eyes again.

Xie Qingyue found this a bit too stimulating.

Chen Zui’s kisses descended from his lips to his chin, then trailed towards his Adam’s apple...

He knew Xie Qingyue’s body intimately, how much he adored being kissed. Every time he kissed him like this, Xie Qingyue would writhe, almost twisting into a pretzel in response.

Lost in pleasure, Xie Qingyue felt a hand reach from behind, tilting his chin upward.

He soon found himself kissing the Chen Zui behind him.

This was truly going to be the death of him.

While one kiss continued, the other Chen Zui was nibbling on his favorite little mole, turning it from pink to a vivid red.

When Chen Zui finally ended the kiss, Xie Qingyue was utterly dazed.

Chen Zui gently stroked his ear, waiting for him to regain his senses.

"Baby."

Xie Qingyue opened his eyes, brimming with satisfaction.

"Next, you need to thoroughly check if *this* is real."

Sensing the implication, Xie Qingyue shifted his gaze forward and saw that Chen Zui was fully prepared, positioning the item to be inspected precisely.

"Please inspect carefully, President Xie."

As he spoke, Chen Zui guided the "item" into the "inspection area." The area was warm and humid, completely enveloping the item to assess if its shape met standards.

Not only that, but he also had to check if the item’s responsiveness was up to par.

Chen Zui was a diligent worker, repeatedly guiding the item in for inspection.

At the same time, he had to ensure the inspection area remained fully operational—a strike was absolutely out of the question.

"How’s the inspection going, President Xie?"

This question came from the Chen Zui in front of him.

"Is that true?"

This question came from the Chen Zui behind, who, as he spoke, lifted Xie Qingyue (who was leaning against him) and moved him closer to the Chen Zui in front.

Xie Qingyue wrapped his arms around Chen Zui's neck, holding on tight.

Only when the two could get no closer did the Chen Zui behind stop moving forward.

The two Chen Zuis, separated by Xie Qingyue in the middle, were also extremely close; they were, after all, originally one person, controlled by a single mind.

Xie Qingyue remained in a daze; anyone would be disoriented in this situation.

"President Xie."

"Let’s play a game."

"A game?"

Xie Qingyue didn't think he was in any condition to play games right now.

The Chen Zui behind whispered in his ear: "We’ll play a guessing game."

Before Xie Qingyue could even grasp the game, he was lifted.

His mind, a beat behind, wondered: a guessing game? Guess what?

He was placed back down.

"President Xie."

"Guess which Chen Zui is yours right now?"

Xie Qingyue's eyes widened slightly—it was *this* kind of guessing game!

Gazing into the dark pupils of the Chen Zui in front, his head was suddenly turned by a hand from behind, and the Chen Zui behind kissed him.

The Chen Zui in front was still asking him: "President Xie, guess who it is?"

Xie Qingyue was too breathless for such mental exertion.

Who was it?

From the sensation of position, it felt more like the one behind.

"It’s the one behind."

As he spoke, he was lifted again, and when he was placed back down, their positions had shifted.

Chen Zui smirked: "Wrong guess."

Xie Qingyue knew he had guessed correctly; his flushed eyes held a touch of charming reproach as he looked at Chen Zui.

"You’re cheating."

Chen Zui hadn't expected Xie Qingyue to still guess so accurately even in this state. If his mind wasn't completely muddled, then Chen Zui hadn't tried hard enough.

Sometimes, when Xie Qingyue passed by shopping malls, he’d see play areas with popular trampolines—the kind where you didn’t need to bounce yourself. You just sat in the strapped-in seat, and once you jumped, you’d keep bouncing nonstop.

He felt like he was on that kind of amusement ride right now.

The two rascals looked at him expectantly.

And what he could give these two naughty boys in return was... to drench them.

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One of China's three major film festivals, the Feitian Film Festival, commenced tonight.

Chen Zui walked the red carpet with the crew, Xie Qingyue by his side. The two were clearly wearing coordinating couple outfits—amidst a sea of black and white suits, they stood out in vibrant, fresh blue, with even their accessories harmonizing perfectly.

The red carpet was broadcast live.

The moment their crew appeared, the live chat exploded.

People were curious, excited—had they witnessed a real relationship?

Their film had received critical acclaim after its release, with almost every screening sold out and extra screenings added continuously.

This time, it received over ten nominations.

Chen Zui was nominated for both Best Newcomer and Best Supporting Actor, earning him the title of "breakout newcomer." His fanbase grew by nearly ten million, clearly positioning him as the next big star.

Xie Qingyue’s role was less substantial than Chen Zui's, and his character wasn’t as standout, so he didn’t get as much spotlight as Chen Zui.

But his future plans didn’t include becoming an actor, so Xie Qingyue didn’t mind.

Chen Zui’s past works were also resurfaced. Though his acting then was completely different from his current work, that didn’t matter—his current skills were substantial and undeniable.

Wasn’t he allowed to improve?

Film festivals were actually quite boring—sitting properly in a seat, primed and ready for any camera shots.

The cameras knew where the attention was, often focusing on Chen Zui. Almost every time they did, he was holding hands with Xie Qingyue beside him.

So openly, without hiding it.

This clearly wasn’t just a publicity stunt—this was the real deal.

The resourceful netizens had long since uncovered Xie Qingyue’s identity.

It was truly like a novel come to life.

A CEO and a rising actor—it fueled endless speculation.

Many comments read: "Another day living as an NPC in this world."

Xie Qingyue: "Nervous?"

Chen Zui: "Not really."

This kind of scene wasn’t enough to make him nervous; he just hadn’t expected a film festival to last so long.

Chen Zui smiled: "Just a bit hungry."

Xie Qingyue produced a piece of candy from his pocket.

Chen Zui: "As expected of President Xie."

Xie Qingyue unwrapped the candy: "I didn't rig anything behind the scenes, but I believe you can win the award."

Chen Zui opened his mouth, waiting to be fed: "If you say I can, then I will."

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"Let's congratulate Chen Zui!" The two veteran actor presenters called out Chen Zui's name and began applauding. The screen focused solely on Chen Zui.

He stood up and looked at Xie Qingyue, who had risen with him.

Then, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, including the live stream audience, he embraced Xie Qingyue and kissed him.

The man on stage, beaming with confidence, thanked all the necessary people.

Chen Zui: "Finally, I want to thank my love."

He looked at Xie Qingyue.

"Qingyue."

"Next time, I'll bring home the Best Actor trophy to decorate our home."

Xie Qingyue's eyes welled up.

They had stepped into the spotlight.

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The villa blazed with light, with only the curtains drawn tight.

Xie Qingyue knelt on the thick carpet, tilting his head back as he savored his favorite treat, while Chen Zui's hand threaded through his dark hair.

And behind Xie Qingyue, Chen Zui was also diligently feeding him.