The Paranoid Film Queen Hooked Me, and I Fell in Love - Chapter 62

After opening up to Shen Buhui, Xu Zhiyan’s life for a long while was nothing short of sugar-sweet bliss.

If there was any notable change, it was that Shen Buhui had stopped deliberately hiding her emotions—which only made Xu Zhiyan more content and reluctant to leave her side.

It wasn’t until many days later that she finally realized she had forgotten something.

The latest episode of Fields of Slow Affection had just aired—and, unsurprisingly, it had once again landed on the trending charts.

A few days ago, they’d spent a week filming in Rong City, but the show was still airing footage from the very first week of filming.

Seeing her name trending alongside Shen Buhui’s again, Xu Zhiyan suddenly remembered—she hadn’t updated her fanfiction in ages.

With some free time on her hands, she quickly typed out the scenes that had been playing in her head and posted them on Weibo, sharing them in the fandom super-topic thread as well.

Such a gem deserves to be enjoyed by the masses!

When Shen Buhui came out of the bathroom and saw Xu Zhiyan smiling at her phone, she instantly knew what was going on.

“Having fun?”

Xu Zhiyan didn’t even pause in her typing. “Of course. You said it yourself—shipping your own CP means it’ll never collapse.”

After all, she had built this house with her own hands—there was no way she’d let it fall.

Looking at all the excited fans in the super-topic thread celebrating new content, a quiet laugh flickered in her eyes.

For CP fans who loved candid and unfiltered dynamics, this show airing had felt like New Year’s Day. Before the show dropped, they were desperately rewatching old behind-the-scenes clips and interviews, trying to squeeze every last drop of content. Most thought this dry spell would last until the movie premiere… but then Fields of Slow Affection unexpectedly aired.

It started with a one-minute teaser. Not much to go on there. But when the full episodes began dropping, fans went into full-blown celebration mode.

Every frame, every glance, every line of dialogue—nothing escaped their scrutiny. They practically wielded microscopes as they examined every possible clue.

Especially the episode nicknamed “The Dinner Table Drama”—an absolute goldmine of tension and chemistry.

Sadly for them, the ever-private Teacher Shen made sure to turn off the cameras whenever she returned to the bedroom. This deprived fans of even more content.

Still, some determined shippers managed to spot fleeting glimpses—tiny slivers of screen—through which they attempted to deduce whether Xu Zhiyan and Shen Buhui were sleeping in the same bed or in separate ones.

Reading through the posts, Xu Zhiyan couldn’t help but be amazed.

These fans have x-ray vision or something? How can they tell just from that?

Completely forgetting that she herself used to do the same when she was deep in CP fandom.

But just then, she saw someone bring up autographs—and suddenly remembered her half-finished signature practice.

Shen Buhui had been reading over her shoulder, casually scrolling along with her. When she saw the mention of “autographs,” she paused too.

And then—something clicked in her mind.

She had forgotten something important.

“Yanyan.”

Xu Zhiyan was just preparing to start practicing her signature again when Shen Buhui called out from beside her.

“Hm? What is it?”

Shen Buhui’s gaze darted slightly. Pulling out her phone, she said awkwardly, “I… just remembered there’s something I forgot to tell you.”

Xu Zhiyan raised a brow, sensing something. “What is it?”

Shen Buhui, clearly flustered, opened a familiar app and handed her phone over.

She had just logged into… her Weibo account.

Xu Zhiyan’s eyes dropped for a second… then snapped back up in shock.

“—Guardian of Love?!”

Her voice cracked from the sheer disbelief.

Shen Buhui’s grip on her phone tightened slightly. She averted her gaze and added, “Also… this one.”

She tapped a few more times, then turned the screen back around for Xu Zhiyan to see.

Xu Zhiyan looked at her, her expression complicated. “What other shocking surprises are you hiding from me?”

Shen Buhui retrieved her phone and confessed, “That’s it. Really. Nothing else.”

But this isn’t already more than enough?!

Xu Zhiyan had originally thought the extent of it was that Shen Buhui had discovered her alt account early on and quietly followed her life updates.

She hadn’t expected… not just that account—but even her stan account had been fully within Shen Buhui’s grasp the whole time.

“…So that’s why I always won those giveaways, huh?”

Every time Xu Zhiyan switched to a new favorite celebrity, Guardian of Love just so happened to have the exact merchandise she wanted—signed posters, endorsement items—and she just so happened to win every time.

Realizing this, she looked at Shen Buhui with a gaze that could only be described as intensely mixed emotions.

“Jiejie… you really do love me, don’t you?”

Shen Buhui had braced herself for a scolding—or at the very least a lecture—but never expected that.

Watching her try to suppress a smile, Shen Buhui felt like something had struck her squarely in the chest.

The person she loved… truly craved and basked in her overwhelming love.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “I love you the most. Only you.”

That sentence made Xu Zhiyan feel like she might float up to the clouds.

Trying to act casual, she looked down and resumed scrolling through Weibo, doing her best to avoid Shen Buhui’s gaze—which was rapidly turning into a flustering kind of intense.

But then, as she scrolled, the smile slowly faded from her face.

In the super-topic thread, someone had posted a furious rant about Qi Helin. The comment had already been flagged and deleted by others, but curiosity got the better of Xu Zhiyan, and she clicked into the user’s profile.

@Doesn’tMatter:
Is that male celeb completely shameless or what? Can he not see that our little Xu has been doing her best to distance herself? I’m DONE. How is anyone still shipping this?! I’m gonna explode!! #QiHelinXuZhiyan—Clueless Hunk × Clever Girl OTP#

—“Same. Just checked the trending tab and people are still saying they’re ‘so compatible.’ Must be bots, I swear.”

—“I bet the other side bought the trending tag. Movie’s about to release, right? Stirring up buzz.”

—“LMAO as if your idol could ever! Obviously it’s that girl shamelessly clinging to him!”

The replies quickly devolved into full-on fandom warfare.

A large mental question mark slowly floated above Xu Zhiyan’s head.

“…Wait. I have CP fans with Qi Helin?”

In disbelief, she opened the super-topic community and searched. Sure enough, there was a CP group for her and Qi Helin. The follower count wasn’t anything compared to her and Shen Buhui’s “Blunt & Honest” pairing, but it still existed.

“Qi Helin?” Shen Buhui’s brows furrowed. “What is he pulling now?”

Xu Zhiyan gestured vaguely. “Probably just bought a trending spot.”

She was starting to get annoyed. Why couldn’t Qi Helin just stop hovering around her? Did he think she was an easy target just because she was new?

Shen Buhui quickly placed a call to Zhao Yue, who confirmed that her team was already monitoring the situation. That helped calm her nerves a bit.

But then she remembered something else Zhao Yue had said and put her phone down.

“Zhao Yue just told me… the movie premiere is tomorrow,” Shen Buhui said. “We might need to attend.”

Xu Zhiyan nodded, signaling she understood.

With the premiere scheduled for the next day, she was too preoccupied to care about Qi Helin trending on Weibo again that evening. She had her hands full finishing a major project for school and honestly didn’t have the time or mental bandwidth to worry about online drama.

Elsewhere—

After dropping Zeng Yue off at home, her assistant heard her ask, “Are we sure about everyone attending tomorrow?”

Thinking of the past two days spent running errands and collecting information, the assistant nodded. “I’ve pretty much confirmed the list. After the premiere, there’s a dinner gathering. The producer and director will be there, of course. Also, several of the film’s investors—including someone we haven’t seen before. President Xie is rumored to be attending.”

“President Xie?” Zeng Yue turned to her with interest. “You mean Xie Ye of Xie Group?”

The assistant nodded again.

Zeng Yue furrowed her brows in thought… and then suddenly smiled. “President Xie, huh…”

As she took off her earrings, a small hum escaped her lips, thoughtful and amused. “Well, I suppose she’s getting a little lucky.”

The assistant, walking half a step behind, glanced at the gentle smile reflected in the mirror and shivered slightly.

She didn’t know what Zeng Yue was planning, but after a beat, she hesitantly asked, “What about Manager Yao?”

At the mention of her agent, the smile disappeared from Zeng Yue’s face. She responded calmly, “What are you worried about? I’m not doing anything.”

The next day.

Only then did Xu Zhiyan finally catch up with the fading drama on the trending feed—and realize Qi Helin had been caught on camera again.

Not that this was a shock. He’d been papped more times than she could count. What did catch her attention was the comment section.

She nudged Shen Buhui beside her, confused. “What’s wrong with these people? How can they say the girl in the video was me?”

Sure, the person was slim, but they were bundled up in winter clothes—there was nothing distinct about them. If people wanted to speculate, fine, but why drag her name into it?

Shen Buhui glanced at the screen, rubbed her brow, and guessed, “Probably just nosy netizens. Since the show aired, you and Qi Helin have trended a few times. People who love drama just love to stir the pot.”

Xu Zhiyan thought about it and realized she was probably right.

She didn’t dwell on it. If things got out of hand, she’d just clarify it publicly.

After going into the bathroom, she noticed a small red mark near her collarbone and frowned. “Do mosquitoes come out in winter?”

She and Shen Buhui hadn’t done anything the night before.

Shen Buhui leaned over for a look. The mark was faint, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

“Looks like it,” Shen Buhui replied, rolling up her sleeve to reveal an identical mark on her fair arm.

Xu Zhiyan grabbed her toothpaste, mumbling, half-serious, “Probably some stubborn little mosquito hiding in the warm house, lurking until midnight to feast.”

“We should pick up some insect spray next time.”

“Sure, the convenience store downstairs has it.”

After getting ready and finishing breakfast, the two of them were picked up by Zhao Yue’s car and taken to the studio.

The stylist had already been waiting a while. The moment they arrived, they were rushed through hair, makeup, and wardrobe with practiced efficiency.

Both of them were wearing matching colors in different styles. Xu Zhiyan glanced down at the flowing fringe on her gown and smiled. “Wow, we really do match.”

“Who’d have thought,” Shen Buhui chuckled.

Their eyes met—and they both laughed.

Zhao Yue, watching from the side, couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped in and separated them with each hand on one shoulder, exasperated. “The two of you better tone it down out there—especially in front of the cameras. I’m begging you, okay? Take pity on your poor old agent.”

Xu Zhiyan laughed and quickly raised her hand in mock oath. “Don’t worry, Sister Yue. I got this.”

Zhao Yue turned to the bigger wildcard—Shen Buhui.

“I’ll behave,” Shen Buhui promised, helplessly.

That line again. If only she hadn’t seen what “behaving” looked like during the variety show. The two of them were anything but subtle.

Zhao Yue thought of the fans who had already started analyzing grainy footage for signs of shared beds and sighed deeply.

“Just… please. Keep it lowkey.”

Her expression was one of someone mentally preparing for chaos.

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