Mr. Lu Was Devastated After I Left - Chapter 12

Xiang Liang, having eaten his fill, patted his stomach and shamelessly announced he would be back often for free meals before being chased out by Xu Zhuoyang.

Back home, Xu Zhuoyang spent his time preparing for his role while waiting for Lu Beiye. He prepared a dinner of four dishes and a soup, setting the table for two. When the food went cold, he reheated it, then reheated it again, over and over. By midnight, Lu Beiye still had not returned. Unable to bear it any longer, Xu Zhuoyang called, but it went unanswered. When he tried again, the person on the other end seemed annoyed and hung up directly. Realizing this, Xu Zhuoyang had no choice but to stop calling and ate the entire feast alone.

The next day, Lu Beiye still did not come home. Another table of extravagant dishes waited for him. Xu Zhuoyang silently swore that once he returned, he would apologize sincerely and promise never to act out again. Yet, the man remained missing. Calls went unanswered, and messages went unread, lost like a stone thrown into the ocean.

They had argued before, and Lu Beiye had stayed away, but never like this. Hanging up the phone and disappearing completely was new. This lasted for days, until the opening ceremony for Shadow had concluded, and he still had not shown his face.

Xu Zhuoyang felt a deep sense of loss. He sat in the car, looking listless. His young assistant tried to chat with him, but he lacked the energy to respond. The assistant could not help but worry about his state.

“What is wrong, Brother Yang? Did you get into a fight with your partner?” the assistant asked, full of gossip.

Xu Zhuoyang nodded without denying it. “I feel like I cannot talk him around.”

“Oh, is that all? Just spend some money, buy a small gift, say some sappy things, or give him a little surprise. That will solve it. I guarantee he will be so touched he will be crying.”

Xu Zhuoyang rubbed his temples. “I want to, but the problem is I cannot even see him. As soon as we argued, he ran out the door, and now he is gone without a trace. He will not pick up the phone.”

“Tsk, tsk, a total amateur. That shows zero sincerity. Forget the phone calls. Just take ninety-nine roses to his workplace, get down on one knee, and confess loudly. Give him a huge surprise.” The assistant, who had never dated, was almost moved to tears by his own mental image.

Xu Zhuoyang gave him a look of utter disdain. “Who has the strength to hold nine hundred and ninety-nine roses?” However, the idea had merit. He could not manage nine hundred and ninety-nine, but ninety-nine was definitely doable.

With a plan in mind, Xu Zhuoyang felt rejuvenated. He urged his assistant to order the flowers for the end of the workday and leaped out of the car with newfound energy.

The thought of seeing his man tonight, apologizing, and finally getting him home to bed made him so happy that he smiled throughout the entire makeup process, causing the young makeup artist to blush and stumble.

He shared a dressing room with Mu Yuan.

While applying makeup to Mu Yuan, the artist noticed the hickey on his neck and was speechless.

Who kisses someone there? Knowing he had work today? Is he that desperate to let everyone know he has a sugar daddy?

Mu Yuan was a newcomer, and the makeup artist, sensing this, spoke bluntly. “Mr. Mu, please be careful with exposed areas in the future. Hickies are hard to cover, and even if they are covered, they rub off on clothing easily. It will not look good if it shows up on camera.”

Mu Yuan silently pursed his lips, memorized the artist’s face, and said meekly, “I understand.”

Xu Zhuoyang did not think much of it. He only heard that Mu Yuan had a boyfriend and had that mark. In contrast, his own man had been missing for days.

Sigh. People are different, and comparing them only leads to frustration.

His scenes today were few and simple, and he nailed them all in one take. However, it seemed Mu Yuan was struggling. When acting opposite Xu Zhuoyang, he was in the zone, but with anyone else, he acted like a novice, forgetting lines or missing the emotional beat. The director was furious.

Xu Zhuoyang was surprised. In his eyes, Mu Yuan’s acting was decent; at the very least, he had been perfectly fine on the day of the audition.

“Mu Yuan, do not be nervous. You were not nervous acting with Xu Zhuoyang, so why are you losing it with a young girl? She is your colleague, a gentle and kind person. You need to relax.” Li Sheng was trying hard to control his temper, but he could not stop his voice from rising.

Mu Yuan nodded meekly, not daring to breathe.

Xu Zhuoyang watched for a moment and then left. His scenes were over, and he was not needed for the rest.

Now, all he had to do was pick up the flowers and go get his man to bring him home.