You Are Deep in The Stars

Inspired by Bai Xi, Mark Li seemed to have opened the door to a new world and began to indulge in the earth-shattering and poignant romance between aliens all day long. He even studied the bloody love dramas that had become popular in recent years and made a phone call for an academic discussion.

“Do you think it is possible for aliens to get terminal diseases?” Mark Li asked.

Bai Xi, without hesitation, pulled him into the blacklist.

Mark Li felt very wronged. Although he didn’t know where he had gone wrong, the importance of soul friends in life couldn’t be replaced. Even if it was unreasonable, he could only endure it. So, he apologized with a large bouquet of roses—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple as always.

Looking at his tear-filled eyes, Bai Xi felt like he had a splitting headache.

Meanwhile, Liu Chunchun also had a headache.

He was explaining to the other end of the phone earnestly that the person he wanted to bring home this time wasn’t a girlfriend, nor a future girlfriend, but a roommate—a pure roommate.

“We’re renting a house together here,” Liu Chunchun said.

Wang Yuanchen scoffed from the side.

“Do you remember?” Liu Chunchun ignored his scoff for the time being. He hung up the phone and reiterated, “We’re roommates in a shared house. Don’t let it slip when the time comes. Otherwise, if my family finds out that I’m living with an alien, the whole world will probably explode.”

Wang Yuanchen didn’t take it seriously and continued to sit on the sofa eating tomato-flavoured potato chips. He planned to go to the vegetable market with Liu Chunchun after work to buy a chicken and stir-fry it. When it was almost half past five, Bai Xi personally brought over a gift box. He said apologetically that, because time was too tight, he hadn’t picked anything good but had asked his secretary to go to the mall to buy a coat and give it to his grandfather as a birthday gift.

“Thank you, Brother Bai.” Liu Chunchun quickly took it, smiling. “It’s a pity that you’ve been so busy these past two days. Just now, my mother was asking if you’d come back with us. She really misses you.”

Wang Yuanchen coughed in dissatisfaction and said irritably, “Why does your mother miss him?”

Bai Xi glanced at the sofa and replied calmly, “Oh, because I went to Chunchun’s house to live together for a whole month during the sophomore vacation.”

As expected, Mr. Wang’s eyes glowed fiercely. He made a mistake with his right hand, and half the bag of potato chips turned into crumbs in an instant.

Huh? Bai Xi felt happy in his heart, fearing that the world would not be in more chaos. So, he added, “And—”

“Don’t say ‘and’ anymore.” Liu Chunchun’s vision turned black. He covered his mouth and pushed him back to the next room. He couldn’t laugh or cry. “Brother Bai, I beg you, don’t provoke him anymore.”

“That’s quite possible.” Bai Xi hooked his shoulder with one hand and sighed deeply. “Dad has been spoiling you for four years and didn’t realize that this beauty actually has the potential to bring disaster.”

There was a crisp sound of a cup breaking next door.

Liu Chunchun was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He quickly returned to his office. Sure enough, there was a pile of broken glass laying pitifully in the corner. In front of Mr. Wang was the wooden piece that Mr. Bai had just carried. The gift box had been scratched into an abstract shape, like a Picasso, surrounded by a circle of white debris.

“Stop!” Liu Chunchun felt very tired.

Wang Yuanchen’s eyes darkened, and he inserted three fingers into the wooden box.

“Don’t hurt your hand.” Liu Chunchun ran up to check and complained, “Why are you picking at it?”

Mr. Wang felt that he was in a better mood.

He said arrogantly and indifferently, “Yeah,” and wanted to pick it.

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving early today; can we go home now?” Liu Chunchun blew on his fingers, but as soon as he finished speaking, the after-work music started playing, which was very embarrassing.

After failing to leave early, Liu Chunchun chuckled and said, “Then let’s go to the market to buy chickens.”

Wang Yuanchen refused, “I won’t go.”

Liu Chunchun said with a sad face, “You’re not angry again, are you?”

Wang Yuanchen picked him up with one hand and, under the watchful eyes of all their colleagues, swept him into the elevator in a whirlwind, like a gangster kidnapping him.

He said, “Let’s go to the mall.”

Liu Chunchun fastened his seat belt and asked, “Are you going to buy clothes again?”

Wang Yuanchen replied, “Buy a birthday gift for your grandpa.”

Liu Chunchun responded, “Huh?”

The sports car roared all the way, rushing into the rolling traffic with a bit of arrogance and impatience. The wooden gift box riddled with holes undoubtedly irritated Mr. Wang, but it also reminded him that he didn’t want to lose to others in this regard—especially not to the hateful Bai Xi.

Liu Chunchun, still polite, said, “No need, really. I’ve already bought a gift.”

“What is it?” Wang Yuanchen asked while driving.

Liu Chunchun replied, “A scarf, hat, gloves, a red envelope, and I’ll also be responsible for ordering the cake.”

“Then what else does he lack?” Wang Yuanchen asked again.

Liu Chunchun originally wanted to say that he didn’t need anything, but he was afraid the “violent Ultraman” beside him would become manic again. So, he thought about it carefully and replied, “…Well, how about we buy some more food, some soft snacks? And meat; he should like it very much.”

Mr. Wang was not entirely satisfied with this answer, but then Liu Chunchun added, “Anyway, you’re not allowed to buy Hermès, Armani, Aston Martin—all those expensive things. My grandpa’s never seen luxury goods in his life; it’ll scare him.”

Wang Yuanchen finally raised his lips, “Really?”

“Let’s go to this shopping mall by the roadside. There are local specialties on the first floor,” Liu Chunchun tugged on his sleeve. “No need to go far and get stuck in traffic.”

Mr. Wang thought about it for a moment, then finally listened to his advice and parked on the first floor.

This mall was different from the ones he usually went to; it was crowded and lively. The deli area on the first floor was filled with the aroma of freshly cooked meat, and every product looked quite tempting. When the saleswoman heard it was for an elderly man’s birthday, she packed a gift basket for free. It was filled with all kinds of food, creating a sense of abundance that the older generation enjoyed.

“That’s it,” Liu Chunchun said, pulling him out of the mall with a smile. “Thank you in advance; my grandpa will be very happy.”

Wang Yuanchen wondered, “Why are you trembling?”

Liu Chunchun’s teeth chattered: “Because it’s cold.”

The sky was completely dark at this time, and although the dusk wind was not as sharp as a knife, it still stung slightly when it hit the face. Liu Chunchun suffered from allergic rhinitis and would sneeze when he got cold. Seeing that his eyes were watering, Wang Yuanchen took off his scarf and wrapped it tightly around most of his face.

With a slightly higher temperature than ordinary people and a smell of high-end perfume, Liu Chunchun’s first reaction was that it smelled pretty good. Then, before he had time to react, another warm coat was wrapped around him, completely blocking all the cold wind in the night sky.

Wang Yuanchen wore only a thin white shirt as he walked across the road to the underground garage. Another gust of cold wind blew, ruffling his slightly long hair. At that moment, the street lamp lit up, reflecting a rare, quiet light in his eyes that seemed to miraculously warm the whole world.

Liu Chunchun said, “You’ll catch a cold.”

Wang Yuanchen opened the car door and let him sit inside.

After turning up the air conditioner, Liu Chunchun’s blocked nose became much clearer. He turned his head and said gratefully, “Thank you.”

The car was filled with the strong aroma of cooked meat, which made Mr. Wang’s stomach growl at an inopportune moment, quite inconsistent with his usual aloof image. After all, even Bai Xi had assumed he could live by drinking the wind alone.

Liu Chunchun rummaged through the basket, opened a pack of braised duck tongue, and handed it to him.

Wang Yuanchen had a look of disgust on his face.

“Try it,” Liu Chunchun coaxed patiently. “It’s delicious.”

After a fierce internal struggle, Mr. Wang finally opened his mouth reluctantly—it was a strange part to eat, but too tempting.

After a while, Liu Chunchun offered him a second one.

Mr. Wang accepted it successfully.

This was truly remarkable progress.

And just when Liu Chunchun and Mr. Wang finished dinner and were sitting in the living room watching TV, Bai Xi had just left the company. He leaned against Han Zhuo, feeling dizzy, and complained, “My dad likes to bring in some strange clients.”

“But you handled everything very well.” Han Zhuo touched his head and comforted him, “Get some sleep. There’s no traffic now; we’ll be home soon.”

“By the way, what did you want to do with Wang Yuanchen today?” Bai Xi sat up straight. “I didn’t hear you clearly on the phone.”

“I wanted to discuss the underground warehouse with him,” Han Zhuo replied. “Though I stayed there for many years, it was only as an experimental subject. But he is different.”

“Are you talking about the difference in status?” Bai Xi frowned slightly. “He’s indeed one of the so-called successors, but that was years ago, and he’s never hidden his disgust for the underground warehouse. Plus, his open hostility toward Shi Tian.”

“But if he’s willing to change, we could get many opportunities,” Han Zhuo said. “At least surface changes.”

“That Mr. Wang?” Bai Xi shook his head. “Forget it, I have no hope. His likelihood of rejecting it is practically 100%.”

“He is indeed irritable, domineering, and aloof—but only with friends,” Han Zhuo explained. “Don’t forget, the first time you met him was in a bar. In front of strangers, he can bury all his true emotions and show full greed and enthusiasm—as long as the customer is willing to hand over the gems in their pocket.”

“It sounds like strangers get better treatment than friends.” Bai Xi hugged the cushion, thought for a moment, then asked, “So, did you see him today? I saw you chatting in the corridor.”

Han Zhuo shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Why?” Bai Xi was puzzled.

“Because he’s looking forward to attending Liu Chunchun’s family gathering,” Han Zhuo smiled. “So, I planned to let him spend this weekend leisurely.”