Summary
Xiao Jian and I worked on a TV drama together. He played the second male lead; I played the third. No one expected it: the drama went nowhere, but our ship blew up.
While it was airing, both our managers saw the momentum and decided to run with it, promoting us as a publicity pairing. So I started attending events and giving interviews with him, doing my best to act as though we were close.
But Xiao Jian really was cold.
In a backstage lounge, I offered him a cup of warm water. He didn’t even look up. He walked straight past me to the dispenser and poured himself some cold water.
As the camera swept over us, comments raced across the livestream.
[That tension when they pretend they barely know each other! I ship it so hard! May you last forever!]
At an event, I was laughing with another cast member when I caught sight of him in the corner. His brows were drawn together, his expression darker than usual.
The chat went wild again.
[The puppy’s jealous! He’s completely lost control of his face, hahahaha!]
[Xiao Jian, get a grip! The whole world can tell you’re upset!]
Fans could read eight hundred emotions into his blank face. Only I knew he’d always treated me like that. All those supposed “secret little interactions” were coincidences the cameras had caught and people had misread.
After six months of this lukewarm publicity pairing, Xiao Jian went on a variety show to promote his new drama. The host brought me up with a smile.
Holding the microphone, he sounded as indifferent as if he were talking about a stranger.
“Chen Xichi? I don’t know him that well.”











