After a Top Idol Married the Sickly Young Master of a Wealthy Family to Bring Him Good Luck - Chapter 18

Ling Suiyao has an allergic constitution, reacting to many things such as pollen and willow catkins, fish and shrimp, mangoes and peaches. Sometimes, while just walking down the road, he would suddenly turn red, itchy, swollen, and in pain, so he carries anti-allergy medication and a face mask with him. Having it happen so often, he has grown accustomed to it.

However, Ling Jing was extremely worried on the phone, nagging: “The driver will arrive in about ten minutes. Suisui, your health isn’t good. In the future, don’t run to the film set as often. Regarding the script, the director and Tang Ying are managing it; if there’s anything, just communicate over the phone…”

“I know, Second Brother.”

Ling Suiyao’s voice was soft as he listened on speaker, clicking open the camera, using the self-timer to pull at his eyes, his eyelids were slightly swollen, and bloodshot veins were seeping in his eyes, quite startling.

Ling Jing sighed: “Don’t take it lightly, did you forget the accident when you were ten years old, almost entering the ICU because of an osmanthus tree?”

“…I remember, Second Brother.”

Ling Suiyao didn’t have water and was just about to swallow two allergy pills dry.

Suddenly, an unopened bottle of mineral water appeared on the table.

Looking up, Pei Xinglu said faintly: “I just happened to get a bottle for you.”

Ling Suiyao quickly ended the call on that end, “Thank you, Brother Pei!”

Taking the water, he finished the medicine, and Pei Xinglu left without saying goodbye, casually swiping a fruit candy along the way. Ling Suiyao only saw his departing back, in black wuxia clothing, a white waistband outlining an excellent body ratio, dashing and handsome.

Ling Suiyao couldn’t help but sneak a picture.

Pei Xinglu twisted open the cap, drinking half the bottle of water.

Xiao He drifted over to his side, stealing a couple of giggles: “Brother Pei, what are you doing?”

Pei Xinglu frowned at her: “What do you mean, what am I doing?”

Xiao He gestured with her eyes, indicating towards Ling Suiyao’s side, “Just now, you actually brought water to Young Master Ling! Didn’t you hate him very much? And you actually brought water! I’ve never seen you bring water to anyone…”

Chattering nonsense, Pei Xinglu sneered: “Do you want this month’s bonus or not?”

“Ah ah ah, I didn’t say anything!”

Xiao He slipped away in a flash.

Pei Xinglu looked back at the script, but his mind was absent.

In the beginning, the Ling family pursued relentlessly, using power to oppress, which disgusted him, and by extension, also disgusted Ling Suiyao, based on the stereotype of the other party being a delicately raised, arrogant, and spoiled little master.

But after getting along for more than a month, his perception gradually improved.

This little invalid is quite well-behaved, not fussy, nor does he abuse his power, always abiding by the terms of the agreement.

Although physically weak and prone to illness, sensitive to allergies, asthma, and colds at every turn, he is optimistic towards life, never being melancholic or mournful. Writing, screenwriting, and even live-streaming, he seems to treat every single thing with great seriousness, exuding a vital force that is, though weak, upward-moving.

Especially, always loving to smile, eyes moist and bright, speaking in an especially sincere manner.

Very beautiful, and even a bit cute.

Pei Xinglu gripped the script with an expressionless face, a “crack” sound, the hard candy was bitten into pieces, the liquid filling inside, sweet and sour.

Ling Suiyao went back to Pingye Residence for a nap, and the allergy symptoms naturally disappeared after waking up.

He checked the time, and it was only after two in the afternoon.

Not long after waking up, having eaten some fruit, the editor from the publishing house called to discuss republication, preferably releasing concurrently with the film “The Folding Blade’s Journey,” so the popularity would be high.

Ling Suiyao agreed, sat in front of the computer, and began to work.

First, completing the details of the new novel’s outline, then searching for the old novel’s manuscript from the folder, adding a blank page, and formally typing the words “Revised Preface,” centering the font size adjustment, continuing typing upon switching lines, staring at the computer for five minutes in a daze.

Extracting a wet wipe, wiping the keyboard until it shone, then continuing to type, again staring in a daze for five minutes.

Fussing around for a good while, typing only ten characters, and ultimately, all were deleted.

“Wu…”

No inspiration.

Gonna go slack off a bit, look for some inspiration.

So Ling Suiyao joyfully logged into computer Weibo, browsing through the hot searches once. Pei Xinglu truly has a body for hot searches, several lines hanging consecutively.

#PeiXingluMaleFan#

Top comment: Husband, you’re so handsome! Husband, I love you!

Ling Suiyao reposted this Weibo, obediently and politely copying and forming a queue.

#PeiXingluSuiNing#

Top comment: Didn’t expect the person with the most CP feeling with Brother Pei is actually Sui Ning, I’m overjoyed to have two favorites! So, can Brother Pei please urge Sui Ning’s new book and republication!

Only then did Ling Suiyao discover that the scene of testing the script at the film set was caught on hot search. Clicking open the video, watching himself act, he immediately felt unnatural in every aspect; his attention concentrated entirely on Pei Xinglu.

Ignoring his bamboo leaf allergy, this scene’s setting was truly beautiful, having the elegance and implicit reservation of Chinese aesthetics. Added with the wondrous chemical reaction produced by the interaction of one cold and one warm person, a metaphysical CP feeling, this segment quickly went viral across the entire internet, with countless doujin images, completely breaking into the mainstream.

There were Q-version, cute style, magnificent sorrowful style, and ancient rhyme Chinese style. Seeing it, Ling Suiyao’s hands felt itchy, pulling out the digitizer tablet he hadn’t used for a long time, facing the continuously playing video, he sketched out a picture, attaching tags and posting it online.

Taking a sip of water, suddenly inspiration struck.

He quickly switched to Word, starting to type “kuang kuang,” completing the preface in one go, casually revising the contents of the first ten chapters along the way.

When opening Weibo again, a pile of private messages exploded, even inexplicably pulled into several groups. Besides various fan groups of Pei Xinglu, there was also a “Bamboo Leaf CP” group of over a hundred people; its level of activity was absolutely unparalleled.

[Is Suisui’s Little Rice Cake an original work, fan? Though the picture looks heartwarming, there’s inexplicably a feeling of intense sadness]

[Me too! Junior brother smiles so happily, senior brother seems indifferent but actually spoiling, but who knows, in the end, that’s the kind of ending that stabs me to death.

[The aftertaste is so strong, feeling heart pain, for the first time regretting being an original work partisan, woo woo woo, why did I enter Sui Ning’s pit! When it’s a stab, he truly stabs.]

[Madam, you’re so beautiful! I love it to death, Madam, you and Madam Yinshan Quan are the great gods of our Bamboo Leaf circle; having you is our blessing! Promise me to produce more grain, and never leave the circle, okay!]

[Browsing through Madam Yinshan Quan’s sweet fictions again, cures all diseases!]

[Upstairs, upstairs! My phone was changed, all the fiction packages previously saved are gone, I’m crying to death, save the child!]

[[Link][Password] Save it quickly, or else it’ll hang in a moment.]

[Thanks to the big shot!]

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake previously went on a hot search because of being a dual fan, being torn apart by both fandoms, and could be considered a bit famous.

After uploading the doujin image of the bamboo grove at the film set, because of its delicate and warm brushwork, calm and soft tone, it fought its way out among a crowd of doujin images, even making a hot search again.

Along with Yinshan Quan, who writes doujin fictions, they are revered as the town circle treasures of Bamboo Leaf CP.

Unanimous replies in the group were all “thanks to the big shot.”

Out of curiosity, Ling Suiyao also clicked in. It was a page requiring download, not thinking much of it, clicking to download, the compressed package was downloaded quickly, opening it, the manuscript’s name was “Bamboo Leaves into My Arms” (High Sweet/No Sadness/Above 18/Minor X)

Opening the first sentence, font thickened, black, enlarged: Best served matching Little Rice Cake’s drawings~

Hm? Alright, Ling Suiyao opened the saved drawings in the tablet, then began to hold the mentality of studying to respectfully read the town circle’s masterpiece.

Meng Ce and Zhao Zhaoyan, under the pen, were derived from the original book, their personalities unchanged, only from the original senior-junior brotherhood relationship, changing into unmentionable whatnot affection, pink bubbles rising in the air.

Ling Suiyao looked on, more and more amazed. Can it still be like this?

After finishing the night scene shooting, Pei Xinglu again received several phone calls from Yang Xing, finishing removing makeup and washing his face, his heavy brain finally cleared up a bit.

On the car journey, pulling out his phone, he sent several messages from Chen Er on WeChat.

[Chen Er: Heh heh heh, what’s your relationship with Sui Ning?]

[Chen Er: [Picture*2] Such a match, and even picking a leaf on people’s collar, tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk, our Brother Pei is such a good person~]

Chen Er is his circle friend.

Seven years ago, when Pei Xinglu was banned, he encountered the equally downcast original musician Chen Er, who at that time could also be considered brothers in distress. After both got famous, it’s rare that their relationship also didn’t change, speaking exactly like before, casually and without any reservations.

[PXL: [Get out.emoji]]

[Chen Er: Hahaha, just joking, you still got embarrassed and angry. Knowing you’re homophobic, but your behavior is truly a bit unusual hhh]

[PXL: I’m very normal[Smile.emoji]]

He clicked open the two pictures sent by Chen Er, one was a clear version of the roadside video screenshot that had been Photoshopped, Ling Suiyao in modern clothes looking up and smiling, Pei Xinglu in costume holding a sword with downcast eyes. The second picture was the corresponding drawing picture; the painting style made one’s eyes light up.

Handled extremely well in detail, as if being personally in the scene.

“Brother Pei, did you also see this doujin image? I even thought about entering the Meng-Zhao pit, but it’s truly heartbreaking.”

Xiao He was slacking off and compensating with the original work, real-life separation of senior-junior brothers in the original book, thinking about it brings heartache. Young Master Ling looks weak and soft-hearted, but I didn’t expect him to be so ruthless when delivering stabs.

“Speaking truly, Little Rice Cake’s drawing is super good. Brother Pei, do you say Little Rice Cake brings you luck? Last time writing a movie review, the movie broke records; this time, painting a picture, again attracting a batch of passersby to become fans. Although there’s a part of CP fans hah, but your popularity is still continuously climbing high, over on Sister Yang’s side, they received several endorsement invitations again, all from well-known luxury brands.”

Pei Xinglu was surprised. This was painted by Suisui’s Little Rice Cake?

Pei Xinglu enlarged the picture, in the ancient rhyme Chinese-style courtyard, pine and bamboo were planted.

In the painting, Ling Suiyao appeared brighter, several bamboo leaves drifting down, some falling on his hair, some falling on the collar area, and at the side, behind the collar, there were still some faint red, indistinguishable, and not prominent.

Pei Xinglu felt a bit strange. Is this a paint allergy? But in the video, it’s impossible to see Ling Suiyao’s allergy… Is it possible that Suisui’s Little Rice Cake is on-site staff?

He clicked into the private message interface with Suisui’s Little Rice Cake.

[Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Left Yu Zhihan’s fandom, complicated in heart, mixed feelings sigh. Being a dual fan is truly a sin, crying crying crying [Regret.jpg] In the future, firmly only fan Brother Pei [Clenched fist.jpg]]

[Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Brother Pei is truly awesome! The hard days have all been endured through, the future is clear skies and boundless views.]

[Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: [Photo] I caught a picture of Brother Pei! Brother Pei is super handsome [Accepting no refutation.jpg]]

[Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Daily expecting Brother Pei’s “The Folding Blade’s Journey” √]

[Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Hahaha, following the trend, Husband, you’re so handsome! Husband, I love you!]

Pei Xinglu: …

Can this rotten joke pass?

Treating it all as unseen, sending a private message to ask what the red behind his neck meant.

Suisui’s Little Rice Cake replied very quickly.

[Suisui’s Little Rice Cake: Ah, it’s Brother Pei! That’s what I accidentally touched, no other meaning, I’ll wipe it off now! Brother, don’t be angry, we’re just painting for fun, absolutely no meaning of desecrating or wildly dancing! Fanning within a restricted circle QAQ]

[Pei Xinglu: It’s fine, you painted it quite well.]

Pei Xinglu knew now that a large group of people was shipping whatever Meng-Zhao, Bamboo Leaf CP of him and Ling Suiyao, although he is homophobic, inexplicably yet didn’t have the imagined aversion.

He browsed WeChat, subconsciously refreshing the chat history. Ling Suiyao has never had a message sent over.

Pei Xinglu wrinkled his eyebrows, one of Ling Suiyao’s merits, still needs to have added: Although being a fan, boundary feeling is strong, rarely initiating disturbance.

But don’t know if his allergy is better.

Three minutes later, Pei Xinglu forcefully and coolly opened his mouth.

“Xiao Qian, go to Pingye Residence.”

…

Pei Xinglu thought like this.

He signed a marriage-for-good-luck agreement, wanting to take care of the little invalid’s body. The reason why Ling Suiyao was allergic was also that he accidentally struck down the bamboo leaves; how to put it, he should also go see the situation, avoiding Ling Jing from aggressively coming to make inquiries.

Hm, rational and reasoned.

“Mr. Pei is back? Young Master is inside the room.”

The door of the bedroom upstairs was not closed.

Pei Xinglu just happened to see Ling Suiyao lying by the bedside, looking at his phone, his face thoroughly red, eyes wide open, looking surprised and bashful.

When seeing Pei Xinglu suddenly appear, he was dazed for a good while, in a flurry pressing his phone until it went dark, the tablet also hidden under the blanket, hurriedly and awkwardly squeezing the corner of the blanket.

Pei Xinglu was puzzled: “…Why is your face so red? Your allergy hasn’t gotten better yet?”