The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30

“Huh?”

Before Xu Xi could react, he saw Song Mingjiao flash him a smile. Then, Song Mingjiao took He Wang’s hand and led him out of the living room, heading toward the second-floor bedroom.

Cameras, follow them! Wifey! Where are you taking him? Why didn’t you take us with you?

Baby, you can’t! Don’t be alone with a bad guy, ahhh!

That damnable He! He’s definitely using this method to get the young master’s attention, and he actually succeeded!

The cameramen, of course, could not follow the guests into their private bedroom as the bullet chat hoped.

Left behind, Xu Xi stared at the camera, and the viewers stared back at him. Finally, he said tentatively, “How about… I explain my research direction to everyone?”

……Who watches a variety show to hear dry academic discussions? Enough!

None of these off-site events mattered to He Wang. At this moment, he only felt his body heating up because Song Mingjiao had initiated the hand-holding and he had done so right in front of all the viewers.

Song Mingjiao’s hand was soft and his body temperature was on the cooler side. Holding it felt like grasping a piece of cold jade. He Wang was so enamored he didn’t want to let go.

Song Mingjiao, however, was fuming. He pulled He Wang into the bedroom, locked the door, and with his cowlick standing up in indignation, he asked, “What exactly have you been trying to do these past few days?”

He Wang caught Song Mingjiao’s hand in return, pressed it against his own heart, and said with soulful eyes and deep affection, “Baby, I just want you to know that I truly like you. Listen, my heart is beating for you.”

Song Mingjiao broke out in goosebumps. Feeling his headache worsening, he tried to pull his hand away, but He Wang held on tight, forcing him to feel the man’s heartbeat fast, urgent, and powerful.

“Where did you go to study such cheesy lines?”

It was terrible! Song Mingjiao had no interest in the “literary bro” persona either.

He Wang answered honestly, “My manager taught me. She said the way I pursued you before was too subtle, which is why you didn’t understand my feelings.”

“Oh, so is she in a relationship? Is she very experienced?”

“No, she’s been single since birth.”

“Then why on earth would you learn this from her!”

Song Mingjiao felt that if He Wang continued with this “mysterious riddle” persona, he would seriously consider replacing him.

Fortunately, He Wang was only testing the waters. After a moment, he sighed and reverted to the version of himself Song Mingjiao was familiar with.

“But I really can’t control my heart, Mingjiao. Being on this show, I realized clearly that too many people covet you. You are so beautiful, successful, and have such a good personality. It’s not just the guests; even the viewers are watching you like hawks.”

The viewers?

Aside from the interactive segments, Song Mingjiao didn’t really look at the bullet chat or his online reputation. He wasn’t aware of how bold the comments had become.

“Mingjiao, I just want your gaze to stay on me more. I want you to know that whatever others can do for you, I can do as well.”

“Baby, I like you no less than anyone else does, and I absolutely have no ulterior motives. It’s pure liking. I want you to believe that.”

Song Mingjiao’s hand was still pressed against He Wang’s chest. The rhythmic thumping of the man’s heart seemed to flow through his fingertips and into his own heart.

He didn’t quite understand this feeling, but since He Wang wanted to prove his love, he would give him a way to do it.

Song Mingjiao smiled softly. He stopped trying to withdraw his hand; instead, his fingertips began tracing circles on He Wang’s chest. “You say it’s just pure liking? You’d do anything for me?”

He Wang’s breathing hitched. He caught Song Mingjiao’s wandering hand, his voice deepening. “Yes.”

Song Mingjiao leaned in, exhaling softly against He Wang’s ear as he whispered a single sentence. He was rewarded by the sight of He Wang’s body suddenly tensing up.

Song Mingjiao chuckled and took two steps back. Tilting his head, he asked, “Then what about this? Is this okay too?”

He Wang gripped Song Mingjiao’s wrist tightly. It was so slender, so pale, and so fragile—clearly unable to endure much, yet he loved walking a tightrope over the abyss.

He closed his eyes, his voice dark and husky. “Baby, is this your final test? If I can accept this, will you believe in my love?”

Song Mingjiao broke free from He Wang’s grasp. With his hands behind his back, he hopped backward a few times, tracing circles on the floor with his toe. “Hmm, well, I’ll have to see if you can actually do it first. And if you can… serve me to my satisfaction.”

“Fine. Baby, I hope you have the appetite for it.”

After saying this, He Wang opened his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and turned to leave.

Song Mingjiao felt that he was being underestimated by He Wang!

Shortly after He Wang left, Song Mingjiao returned to the bedside and looked at the half-ajar closet door. It was still swaying slightly, revealing a small crack and a glimpse of the clothes inside.

“You’ve been listening for a long time? Come out.”

The closet was silent for a moment before someone pushed it open. A somewhat disheveled figure crawled out.

It was Li Yuanhua.

Song Mingjiao gave a cold laugh. One by one, they were all starting to go crazy.

“And what’s your deal? Why were you in my closet?”

Song Mingjiao shoved Li Yuanhua aside without ceremony. The large, sturdy man didn’t resist, likely out of guilt, and was easily pushed away.

Song Mingjiao leaned into the closet to check his clothes. Feeling his blood boil, he jumped up like a startled cat and flung the closet doors wide, revealing the mess inside.

“You messed everything up! These are my favorite clothes!”

Li Yuanhua lowered his head guiltily and explained, “Young Master, I’m sorry. I was tidying the room for you just now when I suddenly heard voices at the door. In a moment of panic, I… I hid inside.”

Song Mingjiao forced himself to calm down, though his chest was still heaving. “Oh, so you think you’re so scandalous that you had to hide in my closet in such a panic?”

Li Yuanhua couldn’t describe what he had been thinking at the time. He had simply acted on impulse. Especially after entering the closet, surrounded by Song Mingjiao’s clothes and filled with his scent, he even had a traitorous thought.

He wanted to quietly hide one away.

That pajama set was one the young master had worn white, with a pink collar. The young master liked to wear that one after bathing.

But Li Yuanhua ultimately restrained himself. The young master’s clothes should be clean; they shouldn’t be dirtied by him.

Now, he could only squat down guiltily to reorganize the closet. “I’m sorry, Young Master. I’ll have it fixed quickly. I didn’t get your clothes dirty.”

Song Mingjiao folded his arms, supervising the man’s movements. He curled his lip; he felt that the man simply being in there had already “dirtied” his closet.

Unreliable, but at least he was obedient.

“Did you hear what I just said to He Wang?”

Li Yuanhua’s hands paused. He had heard everything. He had even peeked through the crack in the closet door. It was a very strange perspective; he felt as if he had some sort of weird fetish, masochistically watching Song Mingjiao and He Wang interact, whisper, and press their hands together to hear heartbeats.

“I didn’t hear what you whispered in his ear.”

Song Mingjiao walked around Li Yuanhua twice, sizing him up. The man was tall and solid; his muscles looked very hard, a full size larger than his own frame. He looked like he’d be quite good.

“You didn’t hear it? Fine, I’ll say it again for you then. It actually involves you, too.”

There was a hint of a smile in Song Mingjiao’s voice as he leaned down and patted Li Yuanhua’s shoulder.

“I told him that I feel like my bed is a bit… empty right now. What do you think?”

Li Yuanhua froze in place. The white pajama set he was holding slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.

The Collapse of a Star

Nie Jixin used to be a loyal fan of Mo Qinan. She attended every fan meeting and event. At her most obsessed, she even saved her lunch money to boost his data and provide better fan support.

However, the longer she followed him, the more she felt that her idol was nothing like the person she imagined.

At the recent Astral Sheep Awards, aside from the popularity award his fans fought tooth and nail for, her idol once again failed to win any professional awards.

While Nie Jixin was trying to comfort herself that there would be a next time, more and more exposés about Mo Qinan’s true nature appeared online: taking multiple jobs at once (acting in two plays simultaneously), acting like a big shot, treating staff like sub-humans, and even hiding a relationship while maintaining a “single” persona to milk the fans.

During that time, the fandom experienced an unprecedented earthquake. Some questioned the studio’s PR, some left the fandom in pain, and others posted stories of meeting Mo Qinan offline, describing his impatience and eye-rolling toward fans, urging others not to waste their time.

The chaos made Nie Jixin miserable. At her friend’s suggestion, she gradually went offline and stopped following news of her former idol. She sold her various merchandise at low prices, except for one plush doll.

Nie Jixin’s gaze drifted to a doll by her bed. The image of that masked youth she saw at the Astral Sheep Awards surfaced in her mind. She realized that her memories of Mo Qinan were gradually being replaced by that youth’s every smile and frown.

Perhaps even then, someone was reminding her that she should leave the fandom.

She just never knew the boy’s name and never had the chance to thank him for the doll. Even though it was Mo Qinan’s merch, because it came from that boy, Nie Jixin couldn’t bring herself to sell this last piece.

Until today.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her friend suddenly burst into the room. “Jixin! Come out quick! There’s big news it’s about Mo Qinan!”

Nie Jixin covered her ears and shouted at the door, “I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear another word about that man, and I’m never stanning anyone again!”

The friend pushed the door open and pulled her out, holding up a phone with a trembling hand. “Oh, just look! It’s really heavy news. The entertainment industry hasn’t had this much drama in ages!”

Nie Jixin thought it was just another moral failing or another brand cancellation. Instead, her eyes caught the top trending topic on the screen, followed by several “Explosive” tags.

#Mo Qinan Tax Evasion# #Mo Qinan Embezzlement# #23 Brands Terminate Cooperation with Mo Qinan, Numbers Increasing#

Nie Jixin was shocked. She knew Mo Qinan wasn’t a good person, but she never imagined her former idol was not just a terrible actor and a liar, but a criminal!

She shook her head with a bitter smile. “I blame myself for being blind and wasting so much time and money on him. It’s better this day came sooner; he can leave the industry early so my eyes don’t have to suffer anymore.”

Her friend patted her back sympathetically. “Don’t be too sad. There are still good people in the industry. It’s that scumbag’s fault, not your taste! Don’t blame yourself for someone else’s mistakes.”

“For example, you haven’t been online lately, so you don’t know many talents from other fields have been appearing in the industry recently. PhDs, scientists, rising sports stars, entrepreneurs… they’re all there. It’s much better than those actors who failed their high school exams.”

“Come, Jixin, let me recommend a dating show I’ve been watching. It’s perfect for bingeing. One of the guests is a rich young master who is incredibly handsome way better than your ex-idol. Most importantly, he has chemistry with almost every guest, and even people outside the guest list!”

As the friend spoke, she turned on the TV and flipped to the dating show channel, pointing at a figure on the screen.

Nie Jixin was about to decline; she had a psychological shadow regarding the entertainment industry. But when she accidentally looked up at the figure on the TV, she froze.

Those beautiful eyes, that familiar smile, that soft hair… they overlapped perfectly with the figure in her mind she hadn’t dared to name.

Under her friend’s puzzled gaze, Nie Jixin walked up to the TV.

“What? You think the young master is pretty too, right? I’ve declared him my next idol! It’s just a pity that a young master like him is probably just playing around in the industry. Once the show ends, he likely won’t appear again. Treasure it while it lasts.”

But Nie Jixin shook her head. She reached out, her palm touching the cold screen, covering most of the person’s face and leaving only the exquisite eyes visible.

It was an exact match.

“What is his name?” Nie Jixin whispered without letting go.

“Huh? You really want to stan him? Let me think… ah, I’ve gotten so used to calling him ‘Young Master’ that I forgot for a second.”

“Oh! I remember. His name is Song Mingjiao.”

Similar conversations were happening in households across the country.

Weibo staff were working overtime to handle the traffic, cursing Mo Qinan for making them work late. Celebrity “collapses” were common, but they were usually limited to private morality. If a celebrity had enough fans, a strong background, or talent, they might survive.

But a sustained collapse like Mo Qinan’s where each exposé was harsher than the last and ended in legal issues was rare. Brands, film crews, and magazines were all terminating contracts overnight, fearing that being a second late would mark them as protectors of a tainted artist.

How many cancellations is that now? Mo is truly done for this time. He won’t be able to crawl back.

Heh, forget the industry heard the police have already gone to his apartment complex. Let’s see if he can even get out of the station first.

Tsk, you think all these leaks coming out one after another started because he offended some big shot at the Astral Sheep Awards? Is someone trying to bury him? Won’t his company protect him?

Don’t drag them into this. Mo opened his own independent studio long ago. He has nothing to do with the Song family’s company. Don’t implicate an innocent boss.

While the internet was in an uproar, the next episode of Heartbeat Signals aired on time. Since this was Mo Qinan’s last public appearance, a massive crowd flooded in. The screen was black at first due to the lag, and only audio could be heard.

“Young Master, eat this.”

The audience: ?

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