Chapter 229: The No-Name Star Beckons, the Benefactor Becomes a Simp 2

Chapter 229: A Nobody Crooks a Finger, and the Sugar Daddy Turns into a Lapdog 2

As soon as he gets home, the humble, polished big star is a totally different person at home than he is on camera.

Fei Xiu kicks his leather shoes off carelessly by the door, slides into clean slippers, and chucks his expensive casual blazer onto the couch. He leans back and closes his eyes to rest.

"I've been busy all day, I'm starving. When's dinner?"

Suddenly, as if something clicks, Fei Xiu opens his eyes, a hint of annoyance on his face.

Usually, every time he came home, Lin Huaiqing would have a whole table of dishes ready for him.

The food might not be chef-level, but Lin Huaiqing knew his tastes and always made his favorites.

But this time, he doesn't even smell food, and the kitchen lights are off.

"You didn't make anything?"

"I haven't eaten either. Let's just order takeout." With that, Lin Huaiqing picks up his phone and sees the wallpaper is a photo of him and Fei Xiu together.

It's clear the original owner really loved Fei Xiu.

Unfortunately, he ended up getting dragged all over the internet, harassed and cursed out by the protagonist's unhinged fans, and eventually fell into depression and killed himself.

And through it all, Fei Xiu stayed cold and indifferent, even using him later to make the main bottom jealous.

He got shredded by the couple's fans, and every public appearance was a roast fest.

Everyone thought the original owner was the third wheel in the main couple's relationship, but really, he was the one whose relationship got intruded on.

In the end, he was just a poor, pitiful pawn for the protagonists.

That original plot is pretty messed up, huh...

"Host dear, that's exactly why you're here to flip the script. As long as your Weibo followers hit 30 million, the mission's done!"

"Thirty million?!"

Follower counts on apps like Weibo say a lot—thirty million would at least make you a household-name B-lister.

"I just have one question."

"Can I just buy followers?"

"Of course... not. That's illegal."

Then when the hell would that happen...

So this mission isn't life-threatening, but it's a massive time sink.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you cooked yet?" Fei Xiu appears behind him out of nowhere, looking at his phone.

"Nothing... nothing. What do you want? I'll order it."

"You're not seriously gonna make me eat takeout, are you?" Fei Xiu says coldly, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"If not takeout, we've got instant noodles at home." Lin Huaiqing is slowly losing his patience.

This big star is so high-maintenance. The second he gets home, his shoes, clothes, and socks are all over the place. He'd just cleaned up half an hour ago.

And he's so damn picky about food.

What's wrong with takeout? Even a rich kid like Qin Zhizhou ate takeout at his place. And Fei Xiu didn't exactly grow up rich.

It's just that the original owner spoiled him way too much.

"No way, that stuff messes with my stomach. Either you cook now, or I'm going back home to eat."

Fei Xiu seems pretty sure of his place in Lin Huaiqing's heart. He says this, dead certain Lin Huaiqing will apologize right away and scramble to make him a full meal.

Usually, if he ate even one bite less, Lin Huaiqing would coax him to eat more. If he skipped a whole meal, Lin Huaiqing would be a nervous wreck.

But the person in front of him isn't the Lin Huaiqing who loved him to death anymore. It's someone with zero feelings.

The second he hears Fei Xiu say he's leaving, Lin Huaiqing almost wants to pop champagne. He keeps a straight face and says flatly:

"There's no time to cook now, so you should just go back and eat."

Hurry and send this diva off so he can get some peace and quiet.

"Clatter!" The glass in Fei Xiu's hand hits the floor, water splashing everywhere.

His face freezes for a second, like he just watched a volcano erupt.

Is this really the Lin Huaiqing he knows?

Fei Xiu, eyes red and voice demanding, asks: "You're telling me to leave?"

"You said it yourself. It's too late. I need to rest."

Lin Huaiqing's coldness hits Fei Xiu like a ton of bricks.

The emotions on that ridiculously handsome face are completely bare, no pretense.

But he quickly pulls himself together, like something just clicked. He pauses, then says in a low voice:

"I get it. It's because the internet's flooded with stuff about me and Ji Jingzhao, right? Seeing all that PR crap got to you."

Lin Huaiqing says nothing, just zones out.

The silence is deafening.

Fei Xiu, who at 185 centimeters is already tall for a male celeb, walks over and gently wraps his arms around Lin Huaiqing from behind.

"I'm sorry... you've been through a lot. But there's really nothing between him and me. Don't you trust me?"

Lin Huaiqing stiffens, not daring to move a muscle.

Like a wife who pretends not to notice her husband cheating.

"You're overthinking it. It's not that. Really, just go. I'm tired."

"Babe, there's really nothing between him and me! Why won't you believe me?"

Even though they've been together a long time, Lin Huaiqing is naturally shy.

He rarely used that term of endearment, but every time he did, Lin Huaiqing would blush, and no matter how crazy his actions were, it would get him forgiven.

But this time, even that word seems to have lost its magic.

Originally, Lin Huaiqing was just impatient, but when he heard Fei Xiu call him that, he flew into a rage.

Turning his head, he glared at him fiercely:

"Don't call me that! You don't deserve to!"

The look in his eyes was cold and unfamiliar—something Fei Xiu had never seen before.

This nickname was reserved for him and Qin Hanyue alone—no one else, absolutely no one, was allowed to call him that.

Especially not a jerk like Fei Xiu!

Ignoring Fei Xiu's face growing darker by the second, Lin Huaiqing slammed the door shut, locking himself inside the room.

For some reason, this was the first time his emotions were on the verge of collapsing. He had barely entered the mission world and already encountered a major problem.

He hated Fei Xiu, and he couldn't even pretend to be a loving couple in front of him.

Before he could fully calm down, the loud banging on the door gave him a headache.

Even he found the noise deafening, so who knows how much force Fei Xiu was putting into it.

He was afraid that if he didn't open the door soon, the neighbors would start complaining.

"Lin Huaiqing, open the door!"

"Can you stop making so much noise, Fei Xiu? I'm really tired today. Can we talk about this tomorrow, please?" Lin Huaiqing tried to make his tone as gentle as possible.

After only an hour with Fei Xiu, he could already tell that Fei Xiu had the temper of a child, rarely considering others' feelings.

He had been too sheltered by his family and the original host, and being placed on a pedestal made him care even less about others' feelings.

As soon as he opened the door, Lin Huaiqing was grabbed by the collar and yanked out of the room with great force.

Snapping back to reality, Fei Xiu was livid, grabbing Lin Huaiqing by the collar and saying:

"Lin Huaiqing! Say that again! What do you mean I'm not worthy? Am I not good enough for you?"

"Don't forget, I bought this house for you, and I introduced you to many of your jobs. You eat my food, live under my roof, and you dare to lock me out!"

Lin Huaiqing wasn't one to be pushed around. He shoved Fei Xiu, who was taller than him, and stepped back to create some distance.

"I'm warning you, don't push it!"