Seduced the Obsessive NPC and Ran - Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Song Zhengjun’s Weibo post announcing his relationship with Yan Jinge was pinned to the top of his profile.

Less than ten minutes after it was posted, countless people went into a frenzy. The feed was instantly flooded with discussions about the news, but not because of Yan Jinge’s status as a celebrity-it was because of Song Zhengjun.

Compared to Yan Jinge’s current level of success, Song Zhengjun was far more famous.

Soon after, Weibo crashed, and the page wouldn’t load no matter how many times people refreshed.

Meanwhile, the person responsible for the chaos was completely oblivious, leisurely enjoying a meal with Yan Jinge in a private dining room.

“Eat more,” Song Zhengjun said. “You’ve lost weight lately.”

He didn’t feel as good in his arms as before.

Yan Jinge said softly, “I haven’t been watching my weight.”

Now that the plot had progressed to this point, Yi Haotian was bound to pay the price he deserved. Song Zhengjun had already received firsthand information that the production of the major IP Yi Haotian had signed on for as the male lead had decided to recast the role.

What awaited Yi Haotian next could only be a dismal exit from the industry.

As for his personal life, anyone who spent time online would know about Yi Haotian’s history of juggling multiple relationships. No one with a shred of decency would want anything to do with him anymore.

Because of this, Yan Jinge estimated that his mission was nearing completion.

Looking up at Song Zhengjun across the table, Yan Jinge gripped his chopsticks and asked, “Do you want to do something tonight?” He asked naturally, his tone flat, as if he were simply telling Song Zhengjun that the weather was nice.

Song Zhengjun froze.

“…What?” he asked, his entire body stiffening.

Yan Jinge pursed his lips and fell silent.

His silence only made Song Zhengjun’s mind race. Within moments, Song Zhengjun’s face turned a deep shade of red. “Do you mean… what I think you mean?”

A hint of a smile touched Yan Jinge’s eyes. “What do you think I mean?”

“…Don’t tease me,” Song Zhengjun muttered.

Song Zhengjun frowned slightly, his beautiful eyes darkening. Feeling as though the room had grown warm, he raised a hand with well-defined joints to tug at his tie, loosening it.

Lowering his gaze, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he poured tea for Yan Jinge. “We’ll talk about it tonight,” he said.

Yan Jinge let out a low laugh.

Whether it was Yan Jinge’s imagination or not, Song Zhengjun seemed to eat much faster than usual.

Yan Jinge didn’t eat much to begin with, so the two finished their meal in ten minutes and drove home.

The moment they stepped through the door, Song Zhengjun reached out and grabbed Yan Jinge.

He was a bit nervous, his palms slick with a layer of sweat.

Amused, Yan Jinge pretended not to know what Song Zhengjun intended. He turned his head and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

Song Zhengjun choked up.

He didn’t know how to bring it up. If he said it too bluntly, he’d feel like some kind of… pervert. In the end, Song Zhengjun could only pretend nothing was happening as well.

He let go of Yan Jinge’s hand and said, “Nothing.”

Yan Jinge finally couldn’t help but laugh.

His expression softened. While Song Zhengjun was still looking at him in surprise, he leaned in and gave Song Zhengjun a fleeting kiss on the lips. When they pulled apart, they looked into each other’s eyes, and it felt as though a thousand words were exchanged in an instant.

Everything that followed happened naturally.

Yan Jinge’s eyes curved into beautiful crescents as he watched Song Zhengjun stealthily pull out a bag. “What’s that?”

“Good stuff,” Song Zhengjun replied.

Yan Jinge: “???”

Then, shortly after, Yan Jinge found out exactly what the “good stuff” Song Zhengjun mentioned was.

The corners of his eyes were flushed red, and his fingers gripped Song Zhengjun’s arms tightly. Occasionally, he would tilt his head back, revealing the vulnerable curve of his neck, which made Song Zhengjun’s breathing grow even heavier.

Song Zhengjun suddenly pulled him up, their bodies pressed together.

Song Zhengjun took Yan Jinge’s hand and guided it downward.

Yan Jinge: “…”

He felt it; Song Zhengjun was indeed a normal man. But he couldn’t look down.

If he looked, he would break character and laugh.

And if he laughed…

Just the thought of it was hilarious to Yan Jinge, and he finally let out a snicker.

Song Zhengjun was stunned and immediately felt dejected. “…What are you laughing at now?”

With Yan Jinge touching him like that, it felt as if he were… being looked down upon. No man could stand that. Song Zhengjun thought about it and decided there couldn’t possibly be any other reason.

Partly embarrassed and partly annoyed, he reached out and squeezed Yan Jinge there. “You’re not even as big as I am.”

Yan Jinge: “…”

An unexpected attack!

Yan Jinge felt both helpless and amused. He couldn’t exactly explain that Song Zhengjun had turned into a bunch of pixels in his eyes, so he could only glare at him.

His eyes were already shimmering, so the glare lacked any real threat. Instead, it carried a hint of allure, like playful flirting. Song Zhengjun couldn’t hold back any longer and pressed him down directly.

The next morning, Yan Jinge let out a yawn. Feeling refreshed, he lay in the dry, soft bed, unwilling to move for a long while. However, he opened his eyes and looked at the man not far away.

Song Zhengjun was getting dressed.

His back was turned to Yan Jinge, clearly showing off his smooth, beautiful muscles. His shoulder blades became more prominent with his movements, but the most impossible things to ignore were the red marks scattered across his bare back-marks Yan Jinge had left with his fingertips in his excitement the night before.

After a moment of silence, Yan Jinge slowly pulled the quilt over his head. It was as if, as long as he didn’t see the other man, he could pretend nothing had happened yesterday.

However, the slight movement of him rolling over was enough to catch Song Zhengjun’s attention.
Seeing Yan Jinge wrap himself up like a pupa, Song Zhengjun couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

He had already reached the door, but he immediately turned back and walked over to Yan Jinge. He crouched down and whispered to the person buried under the covers, “Darling. Are you awake?”

Listening to him, Yan Jinge felt like his ears were about to get pregnant from the sheer depth of that voice.

“I don’t want to get up,” Yan Jinge said, his voice muffled.

Song Zhengjun replied, “I didn’t ask you to.”

He reached out to fish Yan Jinge out of the quilt and leaned in, intending to kiss him.

Yan Jinge pushed him away. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“I have,” Song Zhengjun said, pressing a soft kiss onto Yan Jinge’s fingers.

It wasn’t just Yan Jinge’s lips; he wanted to kiss every inch of him-his beautiful eyes, his thick eyelashes, his slender fingers, his rounded shoulders, his collarbones, and… many, many other places.

And yesterday, he had indeed done exactly that.

Song Zhengjun felt an immense sense of satisfaction, but his heart sank when he thought of the current situation.

Yi Haotian was now in ruins. Judging by the previous two worlds, Yan Jinge might be leaving this place very soon.

At that thought, Song Zhengjun couldn’t help but deepen the kiss.

***

Both Song Zhengjun and Yan Jinge were right.

After a day and night of fermenting online, the news of Yan Jinge and Song Zhengjun being together was shocking and attracted a lot of attention, but the fallout for Yi Haotian was growing even larger.

Even official government accounts posted on Weibo, reminding artists that as public figures, they should exercise self-restraint regarding certain behaviors.

Even the major IP project that had been discussed previously seemed to be distancing itself; they directly announced their chosen male lead.

It wasn’t Yi Haotian.

The four or five endorsements Yi Haotian had taken on to make quick money were all rescinded. All kinds of promotional photos he had taken were pulled down and replaced with other people.

For a moment, the name Yi Haotian reached an unprecedented level of traffic, but the man himself vanished from the public eye.

Just as the company internally decided to blacklist Yi Haotian, a system notification arrived: [Hello, Mr. Yan Jinge. After system evaluation, congratulations on completing the mission and passing the third world of “Rebirth.”]

[We hope you will continue your efforts to complete the missions and win a new-]

The system’s voice glitched for a moment before it uttered the final word: [-life.]

Yan Jinge was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time he had encountered the system lagging.

Hadn’t it been said that this Rebirth System had existed for a long time? How could there be a bug? Yan Jinge thought to himself, but he didn’t pay it much mind. He waited for the system to pull him out of the world, but after a long while, nothing happened.

Perhaps the system was calculating the results.

A day later, Song Zhengjun took Yan Jinge to register their marriage.

“The master said before that today is a lucky day for us to get married,” Song Zhengjun said softly. Holding the freshly issued marriage certificate in his hand, he took a photo and posted it directly online.

At the same time, he included a chat log from a month ago where the master had suggested today for the wedding.

As soon as Song Zhengjun’s Weibo post went up, the platform nearly crashed again.

[Divine love!]

[Waaaah, I didn’t believe it before! After all, this whole thing was too surreal. I thought at most they were just playing around seriously and definitely wouldn’t get married. I didn’t expect them to get their certificate in just two days!]

[Thanks for the invite. Just landed in the US, I have connections, the circle is small, so I’m staying anonymous. I know this master; the chat logs are legit. The guy really did start asking about whether to get married a month ago. Also, friends and family say there’s no prenuptial agreement, so half of everything Song Zhengjun earns in the future belongs to Yan Jinge. Their feelings are definitely real.]

[Damn, I’m jealous.]

Later, when Director Xu’s drama aired the episodes featuring the third world, Yan Jinge’s acting slapped the faces of the crowd who had called him a ‘pretty vase’ and claimed Song Zhengjun only liked him for his face.

[To be fair, among the current young idols, no one has this kind of acting skill, right?]

[Holy crap, this character archetype is so cool! Even though he’s a murderer, right now I really want to throw my morals away and marry him!!!]

[I’m in love with that look in his eyes!]

[…It’s fine to like him, but skip the marriage. You’d have nightmares lying in the same bed as someone like that, wouldn’t you?]

[At first, I thought an idol going public with a relationship was digging his own grave. But looking at it now, Yan Jinge really isn’t afraid to go public with Song Zhengjun because he’s not a ‘traffic star’ or an idol-he’s an actor. When a celebrity has real skill to back them up, they won’t be easily discarded by the entertainment industry. From now on, Yan Jinge will let his works and achievements speak for him.]

A few days later, the 13th Domestic Finance Summit was held in the capital.

This event hadn’t initially attracted much mainstream attention, but people within the industry were watching. Then, someone discovered… a familiar figure appearing at the summit.

Yan Jinge.

Yan Jinge????

Isn’t he just a celebrity??? Why is he attending a highly professional summit filled with big shots??? And Song Zhengjun’s corporate group actually sent Yan Jinge up to give a speech???

Fine, a speech is one thing; he could have just memorized a script.

But…

How is he answering Q&A questions??? So many technical terms! Does he even know what he’s saying????

Damn, the whole world needs to know about this!!!