Chinese Entertainment King: Starting as a Fat Boy and Becoming a Singing King

Chapter 93 Xu Yao has a list of future wives

Bai Lu placed the folded piece of paper on the table and curiously and carefully unfolded it.

The creases are deep, and there's a faint gray mark around the edge, indicating that it's been tucked into the base of the music box for a long time.

The handwriting above is neat and beautiful, each stroke written with great care.

It wasn't a casually written note; it was something someone carefully considered and wrote down on paper late at night, after repeatedly deliberating over all the things they wanted to say.

"Love without material support has no future. If you continue to hide in your room, then I have no choice but to go out and make my own way. If I achieve success and our love is still there, I hope we can rekindle our romance."

Bai Lu stared at those few lines of text, his fingers unconsciously tightening.

This is a note that Wu Qian secretly left behind before she left.

From another perspective, this note is like a piece of candy wrapped in the filter of youthful love memories. If any man saw it, he would probably soften his heart and turn back to find his white moonlight without hesitation.

When Bai Lu looked at Xu Yao again, the corners of his lips pursed slightly.

She wasn't sure what choice Xu Yao would make next, and she both wanted to see and was afraid to, her breath unconsciously tightening.

Bai Lu knew that they weren't even considered lovers yet, but she inexplicably felt nervous.

She watched as Xu Yao finished reading the note.

Xu Yao's expression was very calm, as if he were reading a news article that had little to do with him.

He folded the note in half, tossed it casually, and the paper flew in an arc before landing in the corner of the trash can, which was already overflowing with bottle caps and discarded manuscripts.

The movements were so swift and decisive that there wasn't even a moment of hesitation or pause.

"You... just threw it away like that?"

"Otherwise what?" Xu Yao patted the dust off his hands.

"So you... can't forgive her?"

Bai Lu regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth.

What does that mean? Are you pleading for his ex? Why are you being so sarcastic?

She clearly didn't want him to turn back, but she still desperately wanted to hear his answer in person.

Bai Lu thought that what she needed to know was not his attitude towards Wu Qian, but his attitude towards the relationship itself.

Xu Yao explained, "There's no question of forgiveness. When two people are together, whoever is in a higher or lower position is willingly accepted, and they were genuinely together. But once they've separated, they've separated. No matter the reason, that doesn't change the outcome."

Bai Lu was secretly delighted, and he couldn't help but smile. Then, another question popped into his head: "So, once a girl gives up on you, no matter who she is or what she does, you will never, ever look back?"

Xu Yao did not answer directly.

His gaze passed over Bai Lu's shoulder and landed on the densely packed schedules on the wall.

Bai Lu followed his gaze.

The papers were arranged like an unfolded military map.

Every segment of his career path was filled to the brim—weight loss, winning a championship, terminating a contract, appearing on the Spring Festival Gala, releasing an album—and at the very end, a solid line was drawn heavily in red, like a stone staircase leading to the summit of a mountain.

On the far right of all the career grids, in the most inconspicuous corner, there is a piece of white paper that has been repeatedly folded, with only one line of words written on it in pencil.

That was Xu Yao's final statement about relationships.

"I would rather become a stone bridge, enduring five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, just so that she can walk across it."

Bai Lu leaned closer and whispered each word over and over again.

"What exactly does this mean?"

"It can't be said explicitly, it can only be understood intuitively." Xu Yao looked at her and smiled. "However, you are the first girl who knows the direction of my feelings and pursuit."

"Fine, don't tell me then. Stop being so mysterious. Humph, with your mindset, you'll never find a girlfriend."

Bai Lu pouted, revealing her tiger teeth, and turned her face away with an expression that said, "I don't care to hear this."

But the first thing she did after turning away was to take out her phone and carefully type in the notes app, word by word, the phrase "five hundred years of wind blowing" from the wall.

Her expression was completely different from when she had pouted and said those harsh words earlier. After she finished typing, she checked it from beginning to end to make sure there were no typos before locking her phone.

Bai Lu thought to himself, "Just because I don't understand it now doesn't mean I won't understand it in the future."

After leaving the rented apartment, Xu Yao went to process the lease termination procedures.

The landlady, a woman in her fifties, glanced at him as she took the keys and probably said, "You've lost a lot of weight."

Bai Lu stood in the hallway waiting for him. Sunlight streamed in through the corridor window, falling on her creamy white down jacket, which stood out brightly against the gray hallway.

When he wasn't looking, she raised her phone and secretly took a picture of his profile, then quickly hid the phone in her pocket.

After completing the lease termination, Bai Lu took out her phone and pulled out a densely packed list of places to visit in her notes app, from Yellow Crane Tower all the way to Jiqing Street Night Market. Each item was marked with "Must take a picture", "Must check in", and "Buy Xu Yao some hot dry noodles so he can eat them while walking".

Subsequently, Bai Lu forced Xu Yao to take her sightseeing in Wuhan, and Xu Yao did not refuse at all.

On the Yangtze River Bridge, the river wind made her scarf flutter behind her, and she was hit by a gust of wind that made her voice distort, but she was still shouting, "Turn to my side, don't move, hold on for thirty seconds, I need to adjust the exposure."

She tried seven or eight times before finally taking a group photo with just the right lighting.

When they were on the ferry, Bai Lu was initially very excited, leaning on the gunwale and pointing out the buildings on the opposite bank to him. But when the ferry reached the middle of the river, a wave came up and the whole ferry swayed violently. She lost her balance and fell sideways into his arms.

Xu Yao reached out and supported her shoulder, and Bai Lu took the opportunity to snuggle into his arms, pretending that she couldn't get up.

Xu Yao saw through her act but didn't say anything, and helped her wrap the scarf that had been blown off by the wind back up.

This was also the first time the two had such close contact outside of filming.

Bai Lu didn't say thank you. After regaining her balance, she held up her phone and secretly took another picture of his profile.

She ate hot dry noodles on Jiqing Street that night. She was so hot from the first bite of sesame sauce that she had to exhale, but her eyes were all smiles.

Xu Yao placed his chopsticks on the rim of his bowl, watching her eat noodles with gusto across from him, and suddenly remembered something.

He and Wu Qian were together for three years.

In three years, they never took a single photo together.

It's not that there's no opportunity, it's that we're not allowed to.

Every time he secretly picked up the camera, Wu Qian would say, "Don't take pictures, it's not good if your classmates see it."

You can't post on social media, you can't go to crowded places, and you can't hold hands near the school.

He thought it was protection at the time, but later realized that she was drawing boundaries for him.

Inside the boundary lies his place; outside the boundary lies her future.

The person in front of him, whom he had known for less than a year, already had dozens of photos of him in his phone's album.

Some of them were things he knew about, but most were moments he didn't even notice that she secretly photographed.

It all started with that picture she took of the schedule on the wall in the rented apartment, which she used as an excuse to take a picture, but ended up including him in the frame as well.

In every single one, she is there, and he is there too.

Xu Yao sighed, "Whether a relationship between two people is suitable or not, the details will give you all the answers."

Why did he choose to help Bai Lu?

From initially designating her as the female lead in the music video to bringing her to Wuhan with him today, these choices, when put together, clearly indicate a clear direction.

Bai Lu had long been on Xu Yao's shortlist of potential wives.

After getting to know her, Xu Yao discovered that Bai Lu was indeed a very nice girl.

Every time she took one of his casual remarks to heart.

Every time he encountered trouble, she would worry and lend a helping hand.

If he had to choose one name from among his future wives, he would want Bai Lu to appear in the final episode.

Currently, Xu Yao has a good impression of Bai Lu, and the two of them feel very comfortable when they are together.

"Hey—why are you staring at me? Your noodles are going to get soggy." Bai Lu mumbled, his mouth full of noodles.

Xu Yao lowered his head and took a bite of noodles, only to find that they were indeed clumped together.

He finished the noodles that had clumped up, paid the bill, and stood up to walk out of the store.

Bai Lu caught up and nudged him lightly with her elbow: "There are still several places to visit tomorrow. My itinerary includes East Lake and the Provincial Museum. You're not allowed to complain about being a tour guide."

"Okay," Xu Yao replied with a smile.