After Breaking Up, I Married A Top Alpha Movie Star And Fell In Love - Chapter 20

The comments under that particular Weibo post quickly surpassed ten thousand.

【Holy sh*t!! The sexual tension of that tie-pull and waist-hug!! The sparks in their eyes almost flew right into my face!】

【Look closely! Are Lu Mingchuan’s ears red?! Whoever came up with this dynamic poster deserves a massive reward from the Emperor.】

【This time it’s really different! This little couple is locked in tight—I’ve swallowed the key…】

【Is this something I can actually watch for free? Bunny-Wife is both beautiful and spicy; I’m heading over to follow him right now, hehehe~】

Qiu Ye’s Weibo, which originally had only a scattering of followers, was instantly flooded with a massive surge of traffic. His follower count grew at an unprecedented rate, the numbers refreshing almost every second.

Looking at his empty homepage, Qiu Ye felt he should post something to greet everyone; otherwise, it would seem impolite. After some thought, realizing most people followed him because of the show, he reposted the official announcement with a simple caption:

“Hello everyone, I am Qiu Ye.”

Perhaps knowing that everyone called him “Bunny-Wife,” he added a rabbit emoji 🐰.

The post was immediately submerged by CP fans and curious onlookers.

【Ahhh! My Bunny-Wife! You’re too good at flirting! That finger on the tie and those slightly downturned eyes—pure yet high-desire!】

The likes on this top comment grew rapidly, with a dense “building” of replies forming beneath it.

【Sister, if you know how to speak, say more!】

【Who wouldn’t be left dizzy and disoriented by this? The grudge of someone stealing my wife is irreconcilable!】

Seconds later, a reply from Lu Mingchuan himself appeared abruptly under that top comment, consisting of only two concise words:

【Mine.】

Those two words were like a depth charge, completely detonating the already boiling comment section.

【Lu Mingchuan: What do you mean your Bunny-Wife? He’s mine. The protagonist is personally carrying the CP flag—does anyone understand this feeling?!】

【Help! This possessiveness is overflowing from the screen! I’m dying from the sweetness~】

Thus, under the “Mine” comment, fans and onlookers began frantically building a thread of memes.

Qiu Ye’s phone was chiming incessantly with notifications. At a glance, he saw the new top comment.

【Mine.】

He stared at those two words, feeling somewhat dazed. How could this man so naturally claim him as part of his territory?

Qiu Ye’s fingertip trembled, and he accidentally “liked” the reply. Just as he was about to cancel it, his phone vibrated in his palm. He answered the call and pressed it to his ear. “Lawyer Li.”

“Mr. Qiu, I am very sorry for only getting back to you now.”

“I have carefully reviewed the transfer agreement and mortgage contract your mother signed previously. From a legal standpoint, the other party’s execution is almost flawless.” The faint sound of turning pages came through the receiver.

Lawyer Li continued, “Even if we could prove the party was under duress at the time of signing, the difficulty of providing evidence is immense. Not to mention the litigation cycle is long, and the probability of winning is slim.”

“Currently, we can only apply to the court for compulsory repayment regarding the portion that exceeds the legal interest rate.”

Qiu Ye listened in silence, having already expected this answer. “I understand. Thank you.”

“And the other matter I asked you about—have you found where that Imperial Green Jade set is?”

Lawyer Li sighed softly on the other end, sounding troubled. “We’ve used some connections, but for jewelry of that caliber, once it enters the hands of certain private collectors…”

Lawyer Li didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Qiu Ye lowered his eyelashes, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. “I understand what you mean. Please continue to keep an eye out for any relevant clues for me.”

He pressed the side button, and the screen went dark.

Elsewhere, the cold glow of a phone screen illuminated He Yuchen’s face, the eye-catching headlines reflected in his pupils.

He gripped the phone so tightly his fingertips nearly crushed the screen. He turned his head stiffly toward Xu Zilang.

“You knew all along, didn’t you?”

Xu Zilang took a deep breath, his voice shaking. “I hadn’t thought of how to tell you. I wasn’t trying to hide it on purpose.”

“I was afraid… afraid you wouldn’t be able to take it…”

He Yuchen laughed in extreme anger, his fists clenched. “Qiu Ye only broke up with me on the cruise ship. How could he possibly marry Lu Mingchuan so quickly?”

Why did it have to be Lu Mingchuan?

Back in Nanhua, that name had always been a shadow over him. Whether it was sports meets or academic competitions, Lu Mingchuan always effortlessly garnered everyone’s attention and favor. That subtle jealousy had faded after he took over Huanhe, until now, seeing Qiu Ye’s name next to Lu Mingchuan’s again.

It was simply haunting.

With bloodshot eyes, He Yuchen frantically refreshed the real-time comments. Every “What a match,” “Locked in,” and “Divine love” felt like salt being rubbed into his wounds.

“Yuchen, stop looking. Why put yourself through this?” Xu Zilang frowned, trying to persuade him.

He Yuchen slammed the phone onto the bed, his chest heaving violently. His out-of-control narcissus pheromones exploded with violent emotion. He remembered the day Lu Mingchuan came to Huanhe—it was intentional. He had been played like a fool.

The feeling was like a blade piercing his heart; he could no longer tell if it was anger or grief.

“They don’t know anything,” He Yuchen said, his voice freezing. “The person Qiu Ye has always liked is me. What is Lu Mingchuan supposed to be…?”

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the bedsheets. “They probably have some agreement. Qiu Ye had no choice but to go on that trashy show.”

Xu Zilang was beginning to feel nauseous from the scent of the pheromones and stepped back. “But they are already legally married, and that video that leaked before…”

He Yuchen interrupted through gritted teeth, “The video was blurred! Who knows who Lu Mingchuan was kissing?”

Xu Zilang opened his mouth but said nothing, realizing for the first time that He Yuchen could be so delusional.

“Qiu Ye is just throwing a tantrum. Breaking up with me and resigning were both just to get my attention. I ignored his feelings too much in the past.”

Xu Zilang felt that He Yuchen was likely beyond saving.

“Qiu Ye chased you for so many years; even he could let go. Why can’t you…?”

“Why should I let go?” He Yuchen blinked his bloodshot eyes, his tone stubborn to the extreme.

Xu Zilang froze for a moment and advised earnestly, “They are already legal partners. Didn’t Qiu Ye say he’s doing well? Why would you…”

He Yuchen wouldn’t listen, cutting him off viciously. “He doesn’t like Lu Mingchuan at all. Even if they’re married, they can still divorce.”

“They will divorce sooner or later.”

Xu Zilang sighed and asked, “And then? You’ll marry Qiu Ye then? Would the He family ever agree to you being with a Beta?”

“If you really loved him that much, where were you all those years?”

The hospital room suddenly fell silent, leaving only the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. He Yuchen sat there, speechless.

Since he had stepped into the Qiu Garden to save Shen Miaoyin, Qiu Ye had started frequently appearing in his world. Those neatly written class notes would always appear in his messy backpack nights before an exam. He had reluctantly accepted Qiu Ye’s advances, looking down on the “pitiful illegitimate son” with a condescending gaze. Over time, he simply grew used to his presence.

When he first entered Huanhe, his rashness caused much criticism. It was Qiu Ye who apologized and negotiated with difficult clients, silently cleaning up every mess. He hadn’t just ignored Qiu Ye’s efforts; he had held his feelings in contempt, even allowing trash like Ding Zhao to insult and hurt him.

He Yuchen realized too late that Qiu Ye had simply, purely, and earnestly been good to him. So good it was without reservation, so good it was almost clumsy—so good that He Yuchen had once mistaken it for having an ulterior motive.

How could he be willing to give up such a person to someone else?

“Yuchen, I spoke too harshly just now. Don’t take it to heart,” Xu Zilang said, patting He Yuchen’s shoulder.

He Yuchen looked up as if waking from a dream. “You’re right.”

“It turns out my feelings for him aren’t just ‘liking’.”

Xu Zilang tilted his head. He felt the conversation had taken a very wrong turn. “I have a social engagement with my brother tonight. I’m leaving; take it easy.”

Xu Zilang watched He Yuchen take his medication for pheromone disorder before closing the hospital door.

The moment Xu Zilang arrived at the clubhouse private room, Ding Zhao rushed in looking frantic. Ding Zhao’s complexion was terrible; he immediately downed half a glass of whiskey.

“Dammit!” Ding Zhao cursed, slamming the glass down. “It’s like I’ve seen a ghost lately! Three projects that were going well all fell through at the last minute!”

“The loans the bank promised? Suddenly they’re doing all sorts of audits, dragging it out with no end in sight!”

Xu Zilang, disgusted by Ding Zhao’s mannerisms, moved aside. “Even the tax bureau is coming by every few days. Do I look like I have ‘tax evader’ written on my face?”

Ding Zhao grew more agitated, running his hands through his messy hair. “Which deity did I offend? It’s like I’m walking in a streak of bad luck; nothing is going right!”

Xu Ziming, sitting across from him, was slowly clipping the cap of a cigar, his eyelids not even fluttering. Only after Ding Zhao stopped complaining did Xu Ziming slowly look up.

“That’s strange,” Xu Ziming said, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint arc. “I heard Boss Ding did something shameful recently.”

Ding Zhao froze, instinctively snapping back, “What shameful thing did I do?”

Xu Zilang looked at his brother with curiosity as he took the clipped cigar and lit it.

“Then it really is a mystery.” Xu Ziming’s gaze sharpened as he leaned toward Ding Zhao. “I thought you might have accidentally touched someone you shouldn’t have.”

He lowered his voice. “Some Bodhisattvas are quiet, yet they are the most important ones in the heart of a Great Buddha.”

“If you accidentally provoked a Little Bodhisattva, do you think the Great Buddha behind them would let you have a good time?”

Ding Zhao stared at Xu Ziming, his brow furrowed as he scanned through everyone he had contacted recently. “I’ve been very careful lately, I haven’t…”

His voice cut off abruptly as a thought struck him. His eyes began to shift guiltily.

Could it be that matter?

The Qiu family certainly wouldn’t stand up for Shen Miaoyin and Qiu Ye. Could it be that He kid? But could the He family’s reach be that long?

In all of Hong Kong, those who could do all of this simultaneously without leaving a trace could be counted on one hand.