Perhaps this was the most interesting day since the premiere of "Starlight Splendor". Today's trending topic should have been the wrap-up of "Starlight Splendor". However, to everyone's surprise, a new trending hashtag emerged:

#FuJinXiaoUnrequitedLoveFail#

The top actor, Fu Jin Xiao, who has an immense fan base and significant influence in the entertainment industry, saw his name rocket to the top of the trending list in less than half an hour, making the live show even more exciting.

Tu Ya inquired of the production team, "Director, can we reveal the person's name?"

The director was rather evasive at this point, "No, we can't. We promised anonymity to protect everyone's **. As for who it is, well, everyone has their own guess. Let's not delve into that here."

"..."

Everyone went silent.

Really, Director? Playing the good guy now?

Although the show decided not to act, everyone began speculating. It wasn't too hard to guess. Among the few chosen, one had to pick the person most doted on by Fu Jin Xiao.

Almost instantly, Tu Ya and Teacher Li's gaze settled on Shen Xingsui.

Shen Xingsui, standing on the opposite side and wondering who Fu Jin Xiao had chosen, was suddenly aware of all the attention and blinked in confusion, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

Both Tu Ya and Teacher Li hastily shook their heads.

Tu Ya, having a slightly closer relationship with Shen, leaned in and hinted, "Xingsui, who do you think Fu Jin Xiao chose?"

Hesitating, Shen Xingsui replied innocently, "I have no idea."

"Want to take a wild guess?" Tu Ya patted his shoulder, "We're just speculating after all."

"..."

Shen Xingsui had considered the possibility it might be him since he had received two letters.

But on second thought, wouldn't it be presumptuous to assume? Perhaps it's merely a coincidence. He finally ventured, "Could it be Xing Chen?"

Tu Ya was taken aback, "Why him?"

"Because Xing Chen also received two," Shen Xingsui said plainly. "And hasn’t my brother always been close with Teacher Fu?"

If I recall correctly, hasn't my brother been close with Teacher Fu for a long time? So, it wouldn’t be surprising if it were him!

Shen Xing Chen, hands on his hips, interjected, "What are you implying, Teacher Ya Ya? Why couldn't it be me?"

Tu Ya covered her mouth with a chuckle, "No reason it couldn't be you."

Shen Xing Chen eyed her teasing, smiling expression skeptically, mumbling, "I feel like you’re making fun of me."

"Am I?"

"Aren’t you?"

Tu Ya, holding back her laughter, walked away, taking a moment to tease Fu Jin Xiao, "Teacher Fu, do you think Xingsui’s guess is accurate?"

Because of her comment, Fu Jin Xiao's gaze settled on Shen Xingsui. From a distance, their eyes met. From Shen Xingsui's perspective, the man who was previously speaking with Tu Ya suddenly turned his head to look at him. That usually cheerful face seemed a tad more stern, his gaze chilly. He glanced over, a smirk forming on his lips as if he were scoffing.

...

For some reason, Shen Xingsui felt a shiver down his spine, a chilling sensation.

He wondered if he had a natural instinct, like a small animal sensing danger, deeply worried if he had offended his idol.

Thankfully, the director stepped in, "Alright, this segment is over. We've prepared a lavish meal upstairs to thank everyone for their hard work and dedication throughout the show. And also a big thank you to our viewers. 'Starlight Splendor' shines forever. See you next time!"

All the guests bowed in gratitude.

The live-streaming audience was buzzing:

"No, it can't end like this!"

"Who rejected Brother Fu? I can't sleep without knowing!"

"Haha, let’s all guess!"

"First off, let’s rule out Shen Xing Chen."

"Haha, be careful, or the young master might jump up and hit you!"

With the recording over, everyone could finally relax.

Fu Jin Xiao and Tu Ya trailed behind. The camera crew had left, so they could freely chat. The younger guests went ahead to dine. Upstairs, someone had brewed a pot of tea, creating a tranquil moment.

Tu Ya sipped her tea and remarked, "What kind of tea is this? It has an odd taste."

"Top-quality Maojian," Fu Jin Xiao identified it instantly after a sip, "The water used is also of great quality. The chef here knows his stuff."

Tu Ya, being a foreigner, wasn’t adept at distinguishing these nuances.

But she had juicier topics to discuss, "Was that gift and letter earlier intended for Xingsui?"

Fu Jin Xiao paused, the sly old fox sipped his tea. His slender fingers cradling the cup, his movements graceful and fluid, radiating an air of supreme composure. He chose not to respond.

Tuya smiled, "Even if you don't tell me, I know."

"What I want to ask is," Tuya rested her chin in her hand, her gaze steady on him, exhaling softly, "Suìsuì is a good kid. I can tell he's pure-hearted and looks up to you. But he's still very young. If you're not serious, you can't toy with his feelings."

Fu Jinxi raised an eyebrow, "Toy with?"

Tuya nodded affirmatively.

"Where did you get the idea I'm toying with his emotions?" Fu Jinxi, always so inscrutable, showed a hint of annoyance in his voice, "I was the one rejected, not the other way around."

Remembering this, Tuya couldn't help but laugh. She tilted her head and got back to the heart of the matter, "Do you like him?"

The depth in Fu Jinxi's eyes seemed to darken, his face unreadable, making it impossible to discern his true feelings.

Tuya pressed on, "If you're taking care of him, showing him sweetness without truly liking him, it will hurt him in the long run. You can't do that."

Lifting his face slightly, Fu Jinxi challenged, "What does it mean to truly like someone?"

"..."

That question nearly floored Tuya.

She tried to hold it in but burst into laughter.

How could she not laugh? It was as if one of the most renowned actors, adored by millions, was inquiring about the most fundamental human emotion. The same man who had won countless awards for romantic roles was now asking her, "What does it mean to like someone?"

It was almost as comedic as a beautiful woman asking if she was pretty.

Tuya let out a chuckle, "Have you never been in a relationship?"

Her laughter was genuine and hearty, but she noted a hint of danger in the eyes of the man opposite her. Fu Jinxi responded with a smirk, "Is it that funny?"

"No, no, not funny at all," Tuya quickly responded, shaking her head as if trying to dismiss the notion. After a pause, she explained, "To like someone isn't concrete. It's the feeling that they are special. Even in a crowded place, your eyes would find them."

Fu Jinxi was lost in thought.

Indeed, he never quite understood love or what it meant to genuinely like someone.

He had no shortage of admirers. Throughout his youth, he'd received countless love letters and later, in the entertainment industry, countless advances. But none stirred his emotions.

So, he never knew what love felt like.

Initially, he hadn't found Shen Xingsui particularly noteworthy. Just an amusing, naive kid. But as he began to notice the boy's guarded admiration, his interest grew.

And once interest began, it was hard to rein in. Some people become exceptions, irreplaceable. By the time you realize, they've already occupied a unique place in your heart.

Tuya sighed, "Love is complicated. But it's not a game. Even though same-sex marriage is legal here, no celebrity couple has come out. And given your significant differences in fame, the pressure will fall on him."

"..."

The person across remained silent for a moment.

Fu Jinxiao idly twirled the teacup in his hands. His deep, dark eyes, indicative of a mature and composed man, reflected a demeanor he only wore when deep in thought. "I've considered everything you've said. I can't tell you now whether it's love or not, but there's one thing I can clarify."

The teacup was placed back on the table, making a slight sound as if setting the tone.

Fu Jinxiao held her gaze steadily, his lips curving in a smile. Unlike his usual playful grin, this one was more restrained and serious. "I'm not just toying with you."

Tuya's eyes widened in shock. Waves of emotions surged within her. She wanted to sound an alarm, thinking, "Oh heavens, this sly fox is truly aiming for a prized catch. Siyu, can't save you today. Best of luck!"

evening

After dining in the restaurant, many were preparing to depart that evening, and the production crew was winding down. Cars had arrived to pick everyone up.

A group was getting ready to head to the airport.

Shen Xingsui was checking his luggage when he saw Fu Jinxiao approaching from the direction of the manor. Fu's assistant trailed behind, holding bags. As they walked, the production staff greeted them respectfully, clearly signaling their departure. Their paths seemed destined to cross, and although Fu Jinxiao obviously noticed Shen, he showed no intention of stopping.

This was unlike the warm and friendly greetings he used to offer.

A pang of unease hit Shen Xingsui, and he mustered the courage to call out, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Jinxiao halted. The night veiled the hint of amusement in his eyes, but his face remained impassive. Turning around, he responded with an air of seniority, "Yes?"

Growing more nervous, Shen Xingsui gripped his suitcase, lowered his head, and stammered, "Nothing. Just... safe travels."

Fu Jinxiao nodded, "You too. Got your ticket sorted? If not, I can have my assistant help."

Shen Xingsui hurriedly replied, "All set, it's all sorted."

Shen Xingchen chimed in from the side, "Why don't you ask if I have my ticket, Fu? Maybe have your assistant book one for me too?"

Fu Jinxiao glanced at him coolly, remarking, "Do I need to worry about you? Even if all the flights were booked, you'd still find a way back tonight."

Shen Xingchen, plagued by mosquito bites for a week, found himself speechless.

Their car arrived, and Shen Xingchen quickly boarded. Shen Xingsui remained outside, gazing at Fu Jinxiao, hesitant to leave. Each moment with him felt precious, and parting was difficult.

Fu Jinxiao observed, "Aren't you getting on?"

Snapping back to reality, Shen Xingsui murmured an acknowledgment and reluctantly entered the vehicle.

Once inside, he lowered the window and saw Fu Jinxiao standing still, watching intently. Softly, he asked, "When will you leave?"

Fu Jinxiao clicked his tongue, his tone teasing, "Eager for me to go?"

Shen Xingsui's face reddened as he shook his head, "No, just asking."

Fu Jinxiao found Shen's flustered demeanor endearing, "I'll leave a bit later. My flight is at night, so there's no rush. Anything else you want to tell me?"

Shen Xingsui paused to think, then gently shook his head.

With a smirk, Fu Jinxiao added, "I have something, though."

Shen Xingsui was taken aback.

From a distance, a tall man took two confident strides, approaching Shen Xingsui. The imposing stature of the man gave an overwhelming aura as he leaned down, closer to the car window. His voice was deep and magnetic, "Remember to open the gift the production team sent you when you get back."

Shen Xingsui: ?!

After dropping that remark, the eminent actor Fu swiftly turned and walked away, leaving the stunned individual inside the car.

...

Disembarking from the airplane, Shen Xingsui managed to catch a brief nap during the flight.

It wasn't a restful sleep, for his dreams were filled with thoughts about the gift. Did Fu Jinxiao really choose him? Could it be him? What were the criteria for selecting the gift... someone you truly cherished and were close to?

Joy welled up uncontrollably within Shen Xingsui. A part of him tried to stay rational, advising himself not to read too much into it. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if Fu Jinxiao felt the same way about him. His emotions teetered on the edge of madness.

Shen Xingchen, sitting next to him, quipped, "What's gotten into you?"

Shen Xingsui responded, "...Nothing."

Shen Xingchen, with widened eyes, remarked, "One moment you're smiling, the next you're frowning. Could it be..."

Shen Xingsui, a bit shy and hesitant, began, "I..."

Shen Xingchen clapped his hands, "A stomachache?"

"..."

Let's leave it at that.

As they exited the aircraft and daylight began to break, Shen Xingsui intended to ask Shen Xingchen about their ride home. However, as they exited the terminal, he was pleasantly surprised to see three familiar figures nearby. Xu Enzhen stood at the center, flanked by the Shen father and son.

Shen Xingsui, a glint of surprise in his eyes, exclaimed, "Mom?"

Recognizing her son, Xu Enzhen beamed and opened her arms, "Xingsui!"

They shared a warm embrace, and a delighted yet surprised Shen Xingsui said, "Why are you all here? Aren't you supposed to be working? Aren't you... busy?"

"No matter how busy, we'd come to pick you up," Xu Enzhen lovingly ruffled his hair. "You both have worked hard out there."

Shen Xingchen chimed in, "Mom, just so you know, he hasn't lost any weight. Being in the same group as Fu in the show, he's been well-fed. No chance of him slimming down!"

Xu Enzhen mused, "Fu is indeed dependable."

Shen Xingchen protested, "What about my contributions?"

"As long as you're not causing trouble, that's good enough," Xu Enzhen remarked thoughtfully. "We should really thank him properly sometime. He's been such a help."

Shen Xingchen, feigning offense, turned to his elder brother, "Brother, Mom's underestimating me. Back me up here!"

Shen Minglang calmly replied, "I think Mom's right."

Shen Xingchen turned his gaze to his father, "Dad, look at them!"

Shen Yong adjusted his glasses, diverting slightly, "Let's get in the car first. We can discuss this later."

……?

Throughout the ride, Xu Enzhen sat in the backseat, chatting warmly with Shen Xingsui and Shen Xingchen about family matters. She inquired about their experiences in the show, their hardships, and their moments of joy, with a tenderness reminiscent of a parent picking up their children from school.

This was something Shen Xingsui had always envied in others.

During his school years, his biological father never picked him up. Once, when it rained, the family car broke down. He had to walk home in the rain. His father didn't ask about it. Deep down, what Shen Xingsui desired wasn't wealth or power, but a warm haven where someone would genuinely care for him.

Upon arriving home, Shen Xingsui was stunned.

In the living room hung a red banner that read, "Congratulations to Xingchen and Xingsui on completing their first variety show. Wishing you smooth paths ahead!"

As they entered, confetti filled the air, accompanied by applause, and even festive hats were placed on their heads.

Shen Xingsui was taken aback.

Shen Xingchen, hands on hips, boasted, "Quite a nice banner, isn't it? Naturally, our show participation would be nothing less than perfect!"

Xu Enzhen applauded and said with a smile, "You both did very well. Especially you, Xingsui, you made quite an impression for your first reality show."

A bit embarrassed, Shen Xingsui replied, "I was just average."

"Not at all!" Xu Enzhen took his hand and said, "You were exceptional, even winning a few games. We're so proud of you."

Shen Xingchen chimed in, "And let's not forget, the chef praised my wood-chopping skills, saying I had great potential."

Shen Minglang coldly remarked, "If the butcher went to chop the wood, she'd probably say the same."

Shen Xingchen retorted, "You're just jealous."

Shen Minglang let out a dismissive chuckle.

Their playful banter brought life to the living room.

Seeing the banner and the confetti, Shen Xingsui felt truly appreciated by his family for the first time. In the past, he always felt like he couldn't do anything right, but now, even though he felt his performance was just average, he was celebrated. They were proud of him.

Gradually, Shen Xingsui began to understand why Shen Xingchen was so confident.

It's because he grew up in a nurturing environment where he felt affirmed and valued, something Shen Xingsui had longed for. It seemed like a dream come true, almost too good to be real.

Xu Enzhen shot him a mysterious smile, "Come with us, Xingsui."

Shen Xingsui thought that was all, but there was more.

They walked past the dining room and entered a secluded space. There stood a grand black piano, elegantly displayed against the sunlit backdrop of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was clear that this instrument was of exceptional value.

Xu Enzhen said with a warm smile, "We've all watched the show. We know Xingchen has always been into dancing, so we don’t have many instruments at home. But we heard you play the piano and were mesmerized. Your father, brother, and I discussed it, and while we may not be able to guide you in music, we wanted to support your passion. So, we chose this for you. I hope you like it."

Sunlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the piano beneath the crystal chandelier, making it sparkle.

Shen Xingsui stared in awe. A tumult of emotions surged within him. Taking a shallow breath, he felt a warm sensation in his heart, looking gratefully at Xu Enzhen and whispered, "Thank you, mom. I love it, truly, I really do!"

Only then did Xu Enzhen reveal a relieved smile and embraced her son.

From behind, Shen Yong commented, "I've reached out to some renowned musical connections for you. If you decide to release an album, they're ready to collaborate."

Overwhelmed, Shen Xingsui turned to his parents in disbelief, stuttering, "Really? Can I truly have my own album…?"

Shen Yong simply nodded, "Of course."

Ever since he began songwriting, Shen Xingsui dreamt of releasing an album. He had never imagined he'd have this opportunity – to collaborate with a professional music team. Facing his father, he took several deep breaths before saying, "Thank you... Dad. I promise to give it my all!"

Shen Yong, usually reserved in his expressions, cracked a faint smile, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Do your best, that's enough."

Shen Xingsui responded with a shy smile.

On the side, Shen Minglang felt a pang of jealousy.

He hadn't expected his parents to take credit like this. He had bought the piano and contacted the team. They only had the idea and directed him to execute. Yet now, they seemed to claim all the credit. "It's hard to guard against those closest to you," he thought.

...

the next day

After a couple of days at home, Shen Xingsui returned to the company.

Wang Meican approached him, saying, "Xingsui, you're in demand. While I support your passion for music, I've declined minor endorsement deals to preserve your image."

Shen Xingsui obediently replied, "That's fine, Ms. Wang."

Wang Meican appreciated his simplicity, saying, "Given your love for music, I've found an opportunity for you. The director Wang, currently filming 'Mountain and River,' is looking for a theme song. He's been impressed by your compositions and wants you to write the song."

Surprised, Shen Xingsui queried, "A major film?"

He could compose for a major film now?

Wang Meican nodded with a smile, "Yes. Director Wang's previous film swept all the awards. If your composition is chosen for 'Mountain and River,' who knows? You might win an award too."

Without hesitation, Shen Xingsui responded, "I'm willing to try!"

Wang Meican, admiring his newfound confidence, instructed, "Then this afternoon, head to the recording studio in Hengtong Building to discuss details with their team."

Shen Xingsui nodded, "Alright!"

Songwriting had always been his passion, so he was eager to give it a shot.

That afternoon, Shen Xingsui went to Hengtong Building. He communicated effectively with the post-production team of "Mountain and River," understanding their requirements for the theme song.

Once the details were settled, Shen Xingsui set off, eager to compose.

However, as he stepped out, he unexpectedly ran into someone he'd rather avoid – Jian Zhi.

His face turned cold as he lowered his head to leave, but a voice beside him stopped him: "Hold on."

Shen Xingsui paused, "What do you want?"

"So now that you've found yourself wealthy parents, you've forgotten your old brother?" Jian Zhi's voice was low, dripping with sarcasm, "Even so, don't you greet a senior when you see one? Is this the etiquette of the Shen family's young master? Is this how they raised you?"

"..."

Shen Xingsui hadn't intended to engage with him, but he couldn't hold back when Jian Zhi mentioned his family. Looking up, anger simmering beneath his cool demeanor, he retorted, "I don't recall ever having a brother."

Jian Zhi was taken aback.

"You sure have a short memory. Just half a year ago, outside the restroom of 'Starlight,' you personally warned me never to mention in the entertainment industry that you were once my brother. Now you bring it up again?" Shen Xingsui smirked, "Oh, I forgot, it's just the Jian family's usual way. After all, it's how they're raised."

Jian Zhi's face darkened, "Shen Xingsui, who do you think you're speaking to? Such disrespect!"

Shen Xingsui's expression soured further, "Let's get one thing straight — I am no longer a Jian. I haven't been since the moment you threw me out. From then on, I have no relation to your family!"

Jian Zhi was left speechless.

Laughing bitterly, he shifted tactics, "You've become quite articulate. In the past, you were always so meek around me. But now that you're some young master, you've changed. Do you think with money, you'll thrive in the entertainment world? With those songs you wrote, do you genuinely believe they'll become hits?"

Shen Xingsui felt a pang in his heart. Every word Jian Zhi uttered dug up painful memories. He used to love writing songs but never dared to share or publish them. As a famous singer, Jian Zhi always ridiculed his efforts as worthless and nonsensical.

Biting back the bitterness, Shen Xingsui defiantly lifted his chin, "Whether they become hits is none of your concern. They weren't written for you anyway!"

Seeing his stubbornness, Jian Zhi sneered, "Fine, then suffer the consequences."

The two parted on sour terms. Back home, Shen Xingsui slumped in his music room, drained. The confrontation hurt, but remembering his parents' and brothers' recent encouragement eased the pain.

Right, he didn't write songs for Jian Zhi's approval.

As long as people appreciated his work, he would persevere. He refused to remain in Jian Zhi's shadow forever.

"..."

Taking a deep breath, Shen Xingsui started jotting down lyrics.

He had multiple ideas for the song "Mountains and Rivers," but none satisfied him. During times of distress, he played the piano to express his feelings. Tossing aside the drafts, he began to play. The tune flowed beautifully, soothing his troubled mind.

This was a piece he wrote in his youth. Since no one ever recognized its value, he played it only for himself, able to perform it flawlessly without sheet music.

As the last piano key echoed, a voice called out, "Perfect!"

Shen Xingsui turned in surprise to see Shen Xingchen filming him with a phone. He chuckled, "What are you doing, bro?"

"Recording you. Your piano playing was amazing — both a treat for the ears and the eyes. Thought I'd capture the moment," Shen Xingchen replied while saving the video, unable to suppress his pride. "Does this clip involve any business agreements? Can I post it on TikTok Music? I created an account there recently. It's quite popular."

Shen Xingsui replied, "It's okay. This piece doesn't involve any contracts; it's an old composition of mine."

Shen Xingchen chuckled, “I’ll post it. Let’s go eat!”

Shen Xingsui's gloom was instantly dispelled by his brother’s distraction. He nodded with a smile and followed his elder brother to dinner. Since only the two of them were dining at home today, the meal was simple. With no parents around, they could use their phones while eating.

Shen Xingchen sipped his soup while scrolling through the comments. His expression turned serious after a moment.

Shen Xingsui hesitated, “What happened?”

“Is this song one of your original compositions from before?” Shen Xingchen inquired.

Shen Xingsui nodded in confirmation, “It’s my own composition. Why?”

Shen Xingchen cursed under his breath, handing over his phone to Shen Xingsui, “Some of Jian Zhi’s fans are claiming that this tune is from an album Jian Zhi released years ago. It was the secondary theme of the most popular song in that album. He even won awards for it and it was that very album that solidified his place in the music industry.”

Somewhat in disbelief, Shen Xingsui took the phone, indeed seeing comments like:

“How is this original? Isn't this Jian Zhi's song?”

“Oh my god, trying to falsely give himself credit.”

“Clout chasing.”

“Desperate for fame.”