Please Dote on Me - Novelbike

Wen Rou Jing’s calls kept coming in, one after another. When I checked my phone, there were over twenty missed calls-all from him.

“Things were so chaotic earlier that I didn’t even hear the phone ring. Twenty missed calls-it’s my younger brother,” I said.

“Wen Rou Jing, that kid. Call him back,” Shichui said casually, as if he knew everything about me. At this point, I wasn’t even surprised anymore. It felt like I had used up all my capacity for astonishment in this lifetime.

“No need. It’s probably nothing urgent. He’ll call again later,” I replied.

“Alright. By the way, you should cancel your room at the guesthouse. Just stay at my place. If you don’t want to, I’ll find you a place near my home. That way, you’ll be closer to me.”

“Uh… I’m heading back home in a few days anyway. No need to go through all that trouble,” I said, trying to brush off his suggestion.

“Back home? There you go again, saying that! No way! Stay here!” Shichui’s tone became urgent, almost angry.

“What would I stay here for? Besides, my visa is about to expire.”

“Then tomorrow, I’ll help you apply for permanent residency.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You have work tomorrow, don’t you? Aren’t you busy with all those schedules? Seriously, stop messing around. I’ll be heading back in a few days.”

“Enough! It’s decided! Stop talking about going back home!” Shichui slammed his hand on the steering wheel, visibly frustrated.

“Stubborn as ever,” I muttered, taking off my scarf and wrapping it around his neck. “You-focus on being a big star, okay?”

Even though the thought of leaving Shichui made my heart ache in a strange, bittersweet way, I reminded myself that we were just a star and a fan. There wasn’t enough between us to justify feeling this kind of pain over separation.

We were from completely different worlds. His life revolved around recording studios, endless schedules, glowing light sticks under the stage, screaming female fans, and modeling gigs with supermodels. My life, on the other hand, was all about computers, TV, soda crackers, boring solo shopping trips, and singing stars’ songs at karaoke. Ordinary and unremarkable-I was worlds apart from Shichui Mingyan.

To my surprise, Shichui drove us to the beach. In the freezing winter, the beach was anything but romantic. His idea was truly terrible.

It was actually my first time seeing the ocean in winter.

The cold was biting. The grayish sea breeze swept across the sand, and the waves rolled in, swallowing the shore layer by layer. Soon after, the tide receded, revealing the damp sand again-like sorrow that couldn’t be hidden.

Suddenly, Shichui decided to reenact the iconic Titanic embrace.

“You jump, I jump,” he said dramatically.

“Jump your head! In this freezing weather, jumping into the sea would be the end of us both,” I retorted, growing increasingly comfortable speaking to him so casually.

“After losing touch with you, I often came here alone. Sitting in this spot always gave me inspiration. Some of my songs were written here,” he said, pulling me to face him and wrapping me tightly in his arms. “Why don’t we stay here until sunrise? Watching the winter sunrise by the sea must be something special.”

“We’d turn into snowmen,” I replied, burying my head deeper into his chest for warmth.

“Qi Yang, isn’t it great that everything was just a misunderstanding?” His sudden seriousness caught me off guard. He seemed like he wanted to say more, but I interrupted him.

“Let’s go, let’s go. It’s freezing. I got in your car to escape the reporters, not to come to a place like this,” I said, trying to suppress the shameless greed that made me want to cling to him.

But Shichui ignored my words entirely. Instead, he leaned in and kissed me, catching me completely off guard. His lips had a sweet, refreshing scent.

Before I could fully process the kiss, he smiled at me and said, “I think you’ve loved me all along. You’ve never truly loved anyone else, have you?”

Looking at his expression, I felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t muster it. “Let’s go,” I said, refusing to answer his question. I turned and jogged back to the car, with him quickly following behind.

“Just admit it. You really love me. I want to marry you, and then we’ll move to Australia-where there are sheep as fluffy as clouds. I won’t be a star anymore.”

“Stop talking nonsense. Get in the car. It’s freezing, freezing,” I said, pretending to rub my hands together for warmth.

“You love me. You’ve never stopped.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

I couldn’t be bothered to argue with this guy anymore.

“Can you stop being so childish? JS company is already having headaches because of your antics. Don’t you know that? They’ve long established rules prohibiting their artists from dating casually, yet you’ve been involved in so many scandals. Your behavior is terrible-partying at nightclubs every night. The company has wanted to fire you countless times, but because of your massive influence, they can’t. Losing you would mean losing their biggest money-making tree. Can you stop causing them trouble and focus on your work?” I said seriously as we sat in the car.

“Since you said I’m their money-making tree, what’s the harm in being a little rebellious? I’ve already made them plenty of money. A little disobedience shouldn’t matter, right? Besides, I’m seriously considering terminating my contract,” Shichui muttered, sounding like a sulky child.

Shichui Mingyan.

This guy… He’s such a headache.