Miss, Take Responsibility for Me

Qi Siming shook off someone without changing his expression, calmly dusted off his clothes, and in a very pleasant voice, scorned Nangong Wuyi, "Please get the hell away from me!! I don't want to wake up tomorrow to entertainment headlines saying I'm gay, and then have to create scandals with other actresses to spin the story."

Although Qi Siming is of mixed descent, tragically, he's not as masculine as Ou Tiandao. He belongs to the category of delicate beauty, with fair skin, seductive red lips. In today's terms, he looks like a pretty boy.

In his daily life, whenever he goes out with male friends for a meal, just a meal! The next day, the headlines would always inevitably scream "Qi Siming Comes Out!! He was seen with so-and-so man at so-and-so place". It had been reported hundreds of times, and each time the news made the headlines.

A meal turns into a date, and any girls present are completely ignored.

Him serving himself is seen as flirting, as if he was serving the other person.

Even when he can't hail a cab at night, and he kindly offers a ride if the other has no money, it's claimed as heading off to a love nest.

Love nest my ass!!

Could you at least verify the situation before writing?! He's a human being! Not your cash cow for selling newspapers!!

What ticks Qi Siming off the most is every time a report comes out, a bunch of married men would message him asking how much he charges for a year's allowance.

Go to hell with your allowance!! Believe it or not, he can throw money at you until you're paralyzed from the waist down and never have the gall to philander again?!!

Because of this, Qi Siming often has to flirt a bit with women who seem very kind and decent, to fend off these damn rumors. As a reward, he would silently make these little actresses famous in return.

"Tch, tch, tch!!" Nangong Wuyi appeared hurt, looking as if he'd been dumped by a lover, "You're breaking my heart! All those reports claiming you're gay means your PR team is slacking. Look at a certain master-level artist in our country, who's always soliciting prostitutes and never gets written up."

Qi Siming scornfully looked at Nangong Wuyi, "..."

Could you compare me to better examples??

Comparing him, an innocent person, to a prostitute solicitor? Are you kidding me?!!

"Speaking of which, Siming..." Nangong Wuyi's words were cut off, as a hand suddenly covered his face and pushed him backward. Staggering for several steps, he barely avoided falling on his ass. Looking up, he realized it was Ou Tiandao who did this and was instantly enraged, "Looking for a fight?! Ou Tiandao!!"

This person, Ou Tiandao, nonchalantly cleaned his hand with a tissue, looking disgusted, "Your face is oily."

Nangong Wuyi responded with contempt, "And what does that have to do with you?"

Ou Tiandao held up the tissue he'd used to clean his finger and waved it in front of Nangong Wuyi's nose, "It's not related, but my hand just touched your face."

Nangong Wuyi, "..."

Ou Tiandao stuffed the tissue into Nangong Wuyi's pocket, "He's a celebrity. You'd better not make these kind of jokes in public otherwise someone's going to have to spend a lot of money and effort to square things away."

For once, Ou Tiandao was being fair.

This was the first sensible thing that Qi Siming had heard Ou Tiandao say since he'd known him.

But...

Qi Siming eyed Ou Tiandao while stroking his chin, "..."

This guy couldn't possibly be this kind.

"Siming, I helped you this time!" Ou Tiandao reminded him with a smile.

Qi Siming silently watched this person, "..."

As expected, no good deed goes unpunished, especially when it comes to Ou Tiandao, this treacherous guy.

Qi Siming became wary, "What are you planning?"

"You know you're a big star now." this certain person smiled craftily.

"Thanks for the compliment, I just have a bit of fame."

"Could you sign some autographs for me? It could help me pick up girls?" this certain person continued to smile craftily.

"How many? Hundreds?" Qi Siming's expression stiffened a bit.

"Not many, not many! Just two thousand will do!!" Ou Tiandao was even more pleased with himself.

Qi Siming instantly froze, "..."

He had estimated the worst-case scenario to be hundreds, but Ou Tiandao actually had the audacity to ask for thousands. Was he out of his mind?!!

Dai Keyun waved his hand dismissively from the side, "Is this kid really my son? Two thousand pictures for two thousand girls, aren't you afraid of getting AIDS?!!"

"..." Ou Tiandao.

He was just joking, honestly, just joking.