Wang Chuyan was eagerly looking at Fu Jinxiao, hoping to catch the attention of the film emperor.

Upon hearing this, a smile deepened at the corner of Fu Jinxiao's lips. He glanced at the woman and instead of handing her a flower as she had imagined, he remarked, "So, your infatuation and interest can easily shift from one person to another?"

Wang Chuyan's face turned pale.

Only now, as she looked at Fu Jinxiao's smiling face, did she recognize the underlying danger behind that smile.

"That's not what I meant..." Wang Chuyan tried to explain.

Fu Jinxiao raised an eyebrow, "Then what did you mean?"

"It's commendable to pursue boldly," Fu Jinxiao commented with a mocking chuckle, "but pursuing too many things may not always be a good thing. Don't you think?"

Left speechless by his words, Wang Chuyan, eyes filling with tears, lowered her head and ran off.

Shen Xingsui called out after her, "Hey, you..."

Fu Jinxiao, noticing Shen Xingsui still gazing at her retreating figure, teased, "Feeling sympathetic?"

Shen Xingsui defended himself, "No, I'm just worried about her. She's just a young girl. What if something happens to her?"

"If you're pitying her, you're very mistaken," Shen Xingchen interjected, coming up from behind, "She's not genuinely fond of you. She's just after the benefits you offer. And if I'm not wrong..."

Fu Jinxiao finished the thought leisurely, "In a while, when other male celebrities come out, she'll just shift her attention."

Shen Xingchen stifled a chuckle, "Wise observation, Brother Fu."

Having grown up in elite circles, both were all too familiar with the duplicity of certain individuals. Their experiences over the years had honed their discernment.

Shen Xingsui, taking the hint, began to understand.

Their manager, Wang Meican, approached, "The event has ended. Everyone should head back. Xingsui, join Fu Jinxiao in the makeup room. The makeup artists are waiting."

Shen Xingsui acknowledged.

Fu Jinxiao took the lead, heading towards the makeup room with Shen Xingsui following close behind.

As they passed the corridor and backstage area, many performers were on the phone with their families, some seemingly on the verge of tears.

Shen Xingsui was lost in thought, observing them.

Someone carrying a bunch of items turned the corner ahead, nearly colliding with them. Fortunately, Fu Jinxiao's quick reflexes prevented a mishap.

Shen Xingsui exclaimed in surprise, still a bit shaken.

Fu Jinxiao glanced at him, "Watch where you're going."

Shen Xingsui quickly nodded, "Thank you."

"What were you thinking about?" Fu Jinxiao, noticing his distracted demeanor, teased, "Still reminiscing about your flower girl?"

Shen Xingsui's face turned a shade of red. "Of course not!"

"It's just... seeing everyone busy packing up to go home, it made me reminisce," Shen Xingsui said with a soft laugh. "Around this time last year, we discovered An Ran's true identity. Everyone went to find An Ran during the holiday, leaving me alone at home."

Fu Jinxiao's gaze darkened slightly.

It seemed like the first time Shen Xingsui had voluntarily shared such a memory with him.

"You spent it alone?" Fu Jinxiao inquired.

Shen Xingsui nodded. "Yes."

"The Jian family is always busy. We rarely come together. I had prepared extensively for the New Year's celebration, even stocking up on beautiful fireworks to enjoy together. But no one came, and the fireworks remained untouched."

"I thought perhaps they didn't intentionally leave me behind. They were just too elated about An Ran," Shen Xingsui's voice waned. He concluded with a slightly stiff smile, "I later realized I had been deceiving myself about many things."

As Fu Jinxiao entered the makeup room, he confidently sat down, musing, "In this world, every decision one makes is, at that moment, well-considered."

Shen Xingsui paused, taken aback.

With a playful smile, Fu Jinxiao added, "There's no such thing as 'intentional' or 'unintentional'."

Harsh as it sounded, it was undeniably true.

With no trace of sadness, Shen Xingsui smiled, "You're right. We must always look forward. I feel very fortunate this year. I have a loving family and a caring mentor. That's more than enough to make me grateful and happy."

The makeup artist began working on Fu Jinxiao.

Unexpectedly, Fu Jinxiao, while still seated, stated, "Strictly speaking, I care for you not only because you're my student."

The words were strikingly forthright.

The makeup artist's hand trembled. Fu Jinxiao had just been so blatant!

On this New Year's night, he had chosen to be transparent with the young man beside him.

Shen Xingsui, wide-eyed in surprise, contemplated for a moment before saying, "I know."

Now it was Fu Jinxiao's turn to be taken aback.

Skeptical if Shen Xingsui truly comprehended, he probed, "So, you don't have to treat me as just a teacher. Given our rapport, our relationship has evolved beyond that. Understand?"

Shen Xingsui responded succinctly, "I understand."

So he did get it.

A smile formed on Fu Jinxiao's lips. But it didn't last long, for the young man beside him asked excitedly, "So, are we friends now?"

"..."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Shen Xingsui looked elated, with pure gratitude written all over him. "I'm so thrilled. You truly are a kind soul."

"..."

A soft smile crept onto Fu Jinxiao's face, but he chose to remain silent.

The makeup artist tried to stifle her laughter, but the attempt was in vain as a giggle escaped her lips.

Fu Jinxiao cast her a cool glance. "Is it really that funny?"

"Not exactly," the makeup artist replied, suppressing more giggles. "I just felt like applauding the magnificent bond you two share."

Touched, Shen Xingsui turned to her with genuine gratitude. "Thank you so much."

The makeup artist chuckled. "No need for thanks."

Fu Jinxiao looked at her coldly. "If you're struggling to hold it in, perhaps you should step outside to laugh?"

Feeling the weight of Fu Jinxiao's disapproval, the makeup artist quickly bowed her head, "I'm sorry, Fu. My apologies."

Only then did Fu Jinxiao shift his gaze, letting her off the hook.

Meanwhile, Shen Xingsui seemed puzzled, unsure of the underlying jest.

After they were done with their makeup, Wang Meican returned from settling some affairs. "Jinxiao, I've sent out this year's red envelopes and gift boxes to the media and studios. How much would you like to allocate for our team?"

It's customary for major studios to send out gifts and red envelopes to the media and acquaintances for big festivals.

Fu Jinxiao casually replied, "Keep the gift boxes consistent with last year. As for the red envelopes, let's be more generous this year since everyone has worked hard. And I've heard that the executive agent is getting married after the New Year, pick out two cars for her dowry. We shouldn’t shortchange her."

Such magnanimity. A few simple words from him effectively doubled this year's year-end bonuses.

Joyful cheers filled the makeup room, smiles beaming on everyone's face. This generosity was precisely why many remained steadfastly loyal to Fu Jinxiao.

Shen Xingsui appeared utterly lost amidst the jubilation.

Wang Meican patted him lightly, chuckling, "The PR gifts and the boxes, they were all sent in your name to various media houses and industry peers, as per Fu's instruction. It's him you should be thanking."

Shen Xingsui turned to Fu Jinxiao in astonishment.

Holding his sleek black phone, Fu Jinxiao's voice took on a teasing tone, "After all, I am a 'good person', aren't I?"

Wang Meican blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

Although Shen Xingsui sensed something was amiss, he earnestly said, "Thank you, Teacher Fu. Actually, I prepared a gift for you too!"

Fu Jinxiao looked pleasantly surprised, "Did you?"

Shen Xingsui nodded vigorously but added, "But I didn't bring it with me."

"..."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Wang Meican reassured him, "I've taken care of everything for you. Don't worry. You're still young, and there are many customs you might not be familiar with. As your agent, it's my responsibility to handle these matters. Just enjoy the holiday and look forward to the red envelopes from your elders!"

Shen Xingsui was deeply grateful.

Inside the makeup room, Wang Meican began handing out red envelopes to the other staff while Shen Xingsui watched.

Suddenly, a voice called out to him, "Xingsui."

Shen Xingsui turned with a puzzled look and saw Fu Jinxiao waving him over, "Come here."

He quickly approached, bending slightly in respect, "Brother Fu."

From somewhere, Fu Jinxiao produced a small red envelope and placed it in Shen's hand. With a slight smirk and a deep, magnetic voice, he said, "Happy New Year."

It never crossed Shen Xingsui's mind that he'd receive a red envelope from his idol!

He was excited and said hesitantly, "Thank you, Teacher Fu, but this might be too generous. I can't accept money from you."

Observing his thoughtful manner, Fu Jinxiao leisurely replied, "Everyone receives a red envelope. There's no distinction of value here. If everyone else gets one, you shouldn't be left out."

Shen Xingsui paused, taken aback.

It was the first time someone had told him that what others have, he should have too, and he wouldn't be overlooked.

Growing up with two siblings, he always felt overshadowed. His elder brothers always received praise, gifts, and encouragement, while he was compared unfavorably to them.

But now, someone ensured he wouldn’t be left out, even if he did nothing.

Shen Xingsui felt warmth spreading through him, his eyes misting as he choked out, "Thank you, Teacher Fu."

Seeing Shen's happiness, Fu Jinxiao smiled. But before he could say more, Shen continued, "You're truly kind. It's my fortune to have met you. I sincerely hope we can be lifelong friends."

"..."

That's a bit much.

Exiting the makeup room and leaving the dance's backstage, they rendezvoused outside with Shen Xingchen. Though instead of a lone car waiting for them, there were three figures neatly standing beside it, waving.

Xu Enzhen called out, "Xingsui, Xingchen, come over!"

The warm yellow streetlights cast a gentle glow over them.

Shen Minglang remarked, "You managed to get out before midnight. The TV station has treated you well."

Xu Enzhen beckoned, "Come on, let's go home!"

On New Year's Eve, gentle snowflakes began to drift from the sky. The delicate snow, landing on one's shoulders, brought an inexplicable warmth and intimacy.

Someone had come to pick him up.

Shen Xingsui's body moved faster than his mind could process. He dashed over, embracing his mother tightly: "Mom!"

Beside them, Shen Xingchen also joined the embrace, "Did you bring any food? I'm starving!"

"You’re insatiable," Xu Enzhen teased as she urged the children into the car. "I've brought a box of dumplings. They’re still warm in the thermos. Clean your hands with a wipe before eating."

Inside the car, the warm heating system made the chilly weather irrelevant.

As they settled in, lively chatter filled the space. They discussed the evening’s TV programs, joked about having to switch between two channels because of the kids’ separate performances, speculated on the evening’s snowfall, and wondered about the dishes prepared for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Shen Xingsui listened with a constant smile on his face.

As the car approached the mansion area, Shen Xingchen pointed outside, "That's the Fu residence. It looks bustling tonight. I bet Brother Fu and the rest will be back soon."

Shen Xingsui, surprised, remarked, "Does Teacher Fu live here? I remember it being somewhere else last time."

Xu Enzhen explained, "The Fu family’s situation is complicated. Mr. Fu and Lina are a remarried couple. Jinxiao doesn't get along well with Mr. Fu, so they live separately. But this mansion belongs to the senior Mr. Fu, and they all gather here every New Year."

Shen Xingsui nodded, not fully comprehending, but eager to understand more.

By the time they arrived home, it was nearly midnight. Distant lights twinkled invitingly. As Shen Xingsui stepped out of the car, the echoing boom of a firework resounded. He turned to see a massive, round, orange firework illuminating the sky. It was breathtaking.

Shen Xingchen exclaimed, "Those are the Fu family's fireworks!"

Xu Enzhen looked on, intrigued, "They didn't set any off last year. It's unusual for them to do it now."

"What's the big deal?" Shen Xingchen mused, "Maybe Brother Fu wanted to see them this year. It's a good omen!"

Shen Xingsui, entranced by the stunning display, was lost in thought.

Earlier that evening, he'd casually mentioned to Fu Jinxiao how he'd missed watching the fireworks last New Year due to an incident at the Jian residence. He hadn't expected anything to come of the offhand comment. Yet, here they were, fireworks blazing across the sky.

Even if they weren't specifically for him...

Shen Xingsui continued to gaze at the vibrant colors illuminating the night, smiling. This had been the happiest year of his life, so perfect he feared it might shatter at any moment.

Xu Enzhen urged, "Let's head inside; the snow’s making it cold out here."

Everyone agreed.

Shen Xingsui and Shen Xingchen headed to freshen up. Emerging from the bathroom, Shen Xingsui noticed a red envelope on the table. He had been curious about it since he received it in the makeup room, as it felt light and soft, unlike the usual money-stuffed ones. But he had been too surrounded by people to open it then.

Shen Xingsui murmured, "I wonder what's inside?"

Settling on his bed, he carefully opened the envelope. To his surprise, it contained a scarf.

It was unmistakably the same scarf that superstar Fu had worn earlier that day.

The scarf, once folded, resembled a brooch. But now, tucked inside, it had lost its brooch shape and was gifted in a red envelope, which ended up in my hands.

Shen Xingsui was flabbergasted. His first thought was: Did Fu Yingdi perhaps give it to the wrong person?

But now, to naively ask him if he meant to gift the scarf, would seem rather presumptuous...

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Opening WeChat, he saw a message from Wang Meican, "For New Year's Eve, post a Weibo wishing your fans a happy new year. Whatever you say, just maintain your presence."

Shen Xingsui acknowledged with a simple reply.

Simultaneously, Wang Meican sent the same message to Fu Jinxiao.

Fu Jinxiao stood by the window of the mansion, admiring the beautiful fireworks outside. His phone buzzed, displaying many messages wishing him a peaceful new year. Among them was a message from Shen Xingsui, which included a picture of a small peace charm, "This is a gift I prepared for you. Please don't mind it. I made this peace charm bracelet myself, following a tutorial..."

His message was quite lengthy and heartfelt.

After reading for a bit, the man responded, "Send me a few more photos."

Shen Xingsui, somewhat puzzled about the request, obediently sent more pictures.

Just after midnight...

Many netizens saw a new post from Fu Yingdi. Surprisingly, he shared a photo of the seemingly ordinary, even crudely made peace charm. Accompanying the picture were four simple words: "Peace for every year."

The post immediately ignited extensive discussions.

Meanwhile, Shen Xingsui, unaware of Fu Yingdi's post, uploaded a photo of the vibrant fireworks with the caption, "Unforgettable tonight."