The Most Popular Comedian

Chapter 43

Wen Zhecheng’s palms were a little itchy, he had the impulse to beat someone up. He resisted and instead gave Rong Yuheng a deep look before turning to retrieve a small stack of discs from the bookshelf and placing them on the table.

“Come and take a look, which one do you want to watch today?”

Rong Yuheng came over and used his small finger to flip through the pile of discs.

Ancient dramas, modern dramas, workplace dramas, sci-fi dramas… all were proper movies, and the nonsensical talk about “adult films” was instantly debunked.

Rong Yuheng shyly touched his nose, trying to regain his owner’s favor. “You’ve made so many different types of movies, and they are so versatile. No wonder you’re a triple-crown Best Actor!”

Wen Zhecheng generously ignored his comment and took the opportunity to ruffle the fur on his head. “Hmm, what genre do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know. Do you have any recommendations?” Rong Yuheng asked.

Wen Zhecheng then picked a movie about escaping from a deserted island. This movie didn’t win any awards, but its plot was thrilling and captivating. He thought that maybe it could slightly improve Rong Yuheng’s mood.

“This one is not bad.”

Rong Yuheng was easy to manage. Upon hearing this, he obediently sat down on the carpet. “Then let’s watch this!”

Wen Zhecheng had a projection screen hanging on the bedroom wall, directly facing the bed. He turned on the projection and then sat down next to Rong Yuheng. “Is it comfortable to sit like this?”

Upon hearing this, Rong Yuheng was momentarily startled. Perhaps, just now, his mind was still filled with thoughts about “adult films,” and now in this dark room, Wen Zhecheng suddenly asked this question softly. He almost misunderstood it. After a moment’s pause, he realized that the previous “sit down” actually meant “to sit.”

Rong Yuheng couldn’t help but laugh and shared this colorful joke, “Just now, I thought you were speaking lewdly!”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

Grass.

Originally, he hadn’t meant it that way, but with Rong Yuheng’s remark, he also started to misunderstand.

After Rong Yuheng finished speaking, he turned back and continued watching the movie, “It’s not uncomfortable to sit. Your carpet is quite soft.”

Wen Zhecheng, “… Oh.” He had initially wanted to ask if they should sit on the bed, but now he couldn’t ask it anymore.

The more they talked, the stranger it became.

In the dim environment, it seemed like ambiguity was easily bred. The light from the projector flickered, projecting the movie in the enclosed room, and Rong Yuheng’s profile was particularly captivating in the light.

Wen Zhecheng glanced to the side, feeling his heart pounding loudly. He moved a little closer, and their arms touched.

Rong Yuheng seemed to sense something and turned to look at Wen Zhecheng but didn’t say anything. He felt a subtle sense of satisfaction and closeness, as if he had the privilege of knowing a side of Wen Zhecheng that others didn’t.

…

At the beginning of the movie, a group of people was washed ashore on an unnamed island due to a storm. As they gradually realized their situation, the men went out to explore while the women stayed on the beach, building a signal fire to seek help.

The island’s terrain was treacherous, covered with low shrubs and sharp branches. Wen Zhecheng’s character was shown sliding down a slope, and the sharp branches tore his clothes into tatters.

Rong Yuheng winced at the sight, and in a hushed voice, he asked, “Was it really shot like that?”

Wen Zhecheng nodded, rolled up his sleeve, and showed Rong Yuheng where a thorn had pierced his arm. “At that time, a thorn got stuck in here, but we couldn’t stop the shoot. The crew came to take it out after that scene was done. Fortunately, it didn’t get infected.”

Being a considerate hamster, Rong Yuheng reached out and rubbed his arm. “You’re so tough and tenacious, my diligent owner!”

Wen Zhecheng’s lips curved up, and he leaned into Rong Yuheng’s embrace, letting him hold him.

Rong Yuheng’s embrace felt unexpectedly comforting, so he continued to watch the movie like that.

As the plot progressed, hidden dangers gradually emerged: unknown insects, poisonous plants, deadly terrain, and a group of people with different motives gathered together. The external environment was harsh, and human hearts were even more unpredictable.

The first victim turned out to be killed by one of the teammates while searching for food.

A broken tree branch with sharp wood splinters at the top pierced his neck, severing the artery, leading to instant death.

Rong Yuheng immediately lifted Wen Zhecheng’s arm to cover his eyes, trying to disperse the fear with his high-pitched noises. “Can’t see, I can’t see!”

Wen Zhecheng, who was close to him, was almost deafened.

Wen Zhecheng turned to him, “If you’re scared, we can switch to another scene or skip it.”

Rong Yuheng squeezed closer to him, “I’m not scared. We are stronger together!”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

He felt overwhelmed by all the nonsense and didn’t know how to respond.

Rong Yuheng made another noise, seemingly seeking amusement, “Oh, it rhymes! Kekeke…”

Wen Zhecheng realized that he had been overly concerned. Rong Yuheng didn’t need his help to regulate his emotions; he could create a happy castle all by himself.

The thrilling and suspenseful escape movie ended under Rong Yuheng’s babbling, which didn’t match the tense pace of the film.

Wen Zhecheng turned on the lights as he got up, and the little bit of atmosphere between them dissipated.

Rong Yuheng suddenly saw the light again, feeling a bit dazed. He sat on the floor, looking at Wen Zhecheng like a little fool.

Wen Zhecheng said, “It’s almost 9 o’clock. Are you hungry? Let me make you some snacks.”

Rong Yuheng rubbed his small belly, “A little hungry.”

Wen Zhecheng frowned, “Did you have dinner?”

Rong Yuheng shook his head.

He had planned to eat after talking with Rong Congyan on the phone, but after the call, he cried for an hour, and then he came directly to Wen Zhecheng’s place to watch a movie. He hadn’t eaten anything until now.

Wen Zhecheng pursed his lips and walked over and lifted Rong Yuheng to sit on the bed, “Why didn’t you say earlier? I thought you had already eaten.”

Rong Yuheng fiddled with his hands, “I wasn’t hungry just now.”

Wen Zhecheng gently scolded, “You’re making me look irresponsible as your owner.”

Rong Yuheng quickly said, “No, no, you’re an outstanding and divine owner!”

Wen Zhecheng really couldn’t deal with Rong Yuheng; his little temper was instantly smoothed by these words. “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.” He turned on the screen again and said, “I told you I can cook, and I can mop the floor too. It’s very livable here.”

Rong Yuheng thought for a moment, and suddenly, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, “I remembered a saying.”

Wen Zhecheng looked at him, curious about what he was going to say next.

Rong Yuheng seemed to be sharing boundless joy, dancing happily on the bed, “I’ll give you a taste down there—kekekeke…!”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

Wen Zhecheng’s gaze was deep, “If you want to taste, it’s okay.”

Rong Yuheng sighed in frustration, “Judging by your reaction, you definitely didn’t understand.”

Wen Zhecheng turned and walked towards the outside, leaving a faint remark, “Hmm, I indeed didn’t understand.”

…

In the end, Wen Zhecheng made a bowl of noodles for Rong Yuheng, with a generous portion of eggs, vegetables, ham, bacon, and a few slices of pork fillet on top.

He was already a qualified “outstanding divine owner” and had to ensure his little pet’s diet was balanced.

Rong Yuheng peeked into the kitchen from the doorway, where steam and aroma filled the air. Wen Zhecheng, a renowned Best Actor, was currently focused on plating the vegetables on the noodles, exuding a unique charm amidst the bustling kitchen atmosphere.

Looking at the large bowl of noodles, Rong Yuheng’s mouth watered, “This is already great!”

Wen Zhecheng turned to him and asked, “Do you like vinegar? Shall I add some for you?”

Rong Yuheng replied, “Yes, I like it.”

Wen Zhecheng nodded and made a mental note: his hamster likes vinegar, so he should keep a distance from others in the future.

As the bowl of noodles was placed on the table, before Rong Yuheng could take a bite, the aroma attracted the secretly waiting White Goose.

Wen Zhongyun stealthily approached from the dark living room and appeared soundlessly at the dining table, his sharp eyes shining as if he were a walking emoticon:

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Wen Zhongyun sighed with admiration, “Smells so good…”

Rong Yuheng was startled by Wen Zhongyun, and his hand with the chopsticks trembled, almost flinging the bacon into the air.

He regained his composure and tested the waters, “Uncle, do you want some?”

Wen Zhongyun waved his hand, “Oh, no, no… I’ve already had dinner. I’m old, and eating too much at night will keep me awake.”

Wen Zhecheng was exhausted, “Dad, don’t suddenly appear like that; it’s scary.”

Wen Zhongyun tried to defend himself, “I didn’t suddenly appear; I slowly emerged from the darkness.”

Wen Zhecheng and Rong Yuheng, “…Isn’t that even scarier!”

Rong Yuheng felt a little embarrassed, getting Wen Zhecheng to cook for him at this hour and getting caught by Wen Zhongyun.

Even someone as shameless as him felt bashful. Holding the large bowl of noodles, he almost buried his head in it, “I was a little hungry, so… Teacher Wen cooked noodles for me. After I finish eating, I’ll clean up the kitchen. Thank you for the hospitality.”

Whenever he saw Rong Yuheng acting so polite, Wen Zhecheng couldn’t help but find it amusing, “You haven’t had dinner yet. If you don’t eat something now, you’ll starve. You don’t have to clean the kitchen; I’ll do it later.”

Wen Zhongyun immediately reprimanded Wen Zhecheng, “How could you let this child starve until now? Since you brought him home, you should take responsibility for taking care of him. That’s how you treat guests!”

Rong Yuheng quickly defended Wen Zhecheng, “No, no, I was just hungry! I got hungry too late, and I bothered Teacher Wen to cook for me.”

Wen Zhongyun’s expression finally eased, and he rubbed Rong Yuheng’s head, “Oh, then quickly eat more. Such a little child, there’s no flesh on his body, and his clothes are empty.”

“…”

Wen Zhecheng quickly rescued Rong Yuheng when he saw his fur being ruffled up, “Dad, let him eat well.”

“Good khakk, good khakah~” The veteran artist walked away reluctantly…

When Wen Zhongyun reached the doorway of the dining room, he suddenly turned back. Under the warm orange light of the dining table, a steaming bowl of noodles emitted white steam, blurring Rong Yuheng’s delicate facial features as he munched on the noodles. Wen Zhecheng leaned on the table, gazing down at him with a warm and attentive expression, a rare hint of contentment on his lips.

A twinge in Wen Zhongyun’s heart caused his eyes to become moist. He wasn’t suffering from senile dementia, casually bringing a beautiful child home whenever he pleased. Wen Zhongyun was grateful to Rong Yuheng; he felt that having his son stand beside Rong Yuheng gave him a sense of youthful energy.

Being busy with drama in his early years, he didn’t take good care of Wen Zhecheng. In the blink of an eye, his son had grown up. Despite being in his twenties, he seemed more mature than himself.

Whenever Wen Zhongyun saw Wen Zhecheng like this, he felt a sense of guilt and discomfort. He sometimes deliberately made a fuss, but it didn’t seem to make Wen Zhecheng more lively.

Wen Zhongyun turned back and reentered the room.

Regardless of Wen Zhecheng’s feelings, it didn’t matter. As one aged, all they wished for was their children’s happiness.

…

On the other side, Rong Yuheng was still eating the noodles heartily.

In his mind, he fervently praised Wen Zhecheng—Outstanding divine owner, outstanding food! Love it, love it.

Wen Zhecheng looked at him for a moment and asked, “Is it delicious?”

Rong Yuheng lifted his face with noodles still in his mouth, resembling a waterfall, “So good!”

Wen Zhecheng thought he couldn’t speak clearly with his face raised like that, so he pulled out a chair and sat down, propping his chin to observe Rong Yuheng eating. His eyes were gentle and focused, and there was a rare hint of satisfaction at the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, Wen Zhecheng thought of Xiaotang’s words, “beautiful and delicious” and felt a tickling sensation in his heart.

Rong Yuheng had almost finished eating most of the bowl of noodles. However, he felt embarrassed to throw away the leftovers, so he could only eat them slowly.

Wen Zhecheng asked, “Are you full?”

Rong Yuheng paused his noodle-slurping motion and carefully gauged Wen Zhecheng’s expression.

Wen Zhecheng smiled, “If you can’t finish it, don’t force yourself. I cooked a lot in the first place.”

Rong Yuheng cradled the bowl with a heartache, “Divine food, I can’t bear to waste it!”

Hearing that, Wen Zhecheng reached out and pulled the bowl toward himself, “I’ll eat the rest; it won’t go to waste.”

…Rong Yuheng was shocked!

He held his chopsticks and looked at this scene, feeling as if he were in a fantasy—Wen Zhecheng was going to eat the noodles he left!

“Owner, this is too much… You could have told me; we could have shared it.”

Wen Zhecheng took the chopsticks from him and picked up a piece of noodle from the bowl, bringing it to his own mouth casually, “I’m not hungry. Seeing you enjoy it makes me want some too.”

Rong Yuheng’s brain was still lagging, and he muttered, “Oh,” in his heart, thinking: Damn, Wen Zhecheng is actually eating the noodles I left!

On the side, Wen Zhecheng quietly savored the noodles, also thinking: Damn, in a roundabout way, this is an indirect kiss!

Both of them finished the noodles with their thoughts swirling, and then they cleaned up the kitchen.

It was already past ten o’clock, and it was pitch-black outside. Rong Yuheng glanced at the time and said, “I’ll take a taxi back. Don’t bother sending me; it’ll take an hour round trip.”

Wen Zhecheng took off his apron and hung it on the rack, pausing at his words. His throat moved, and he casually said, “It’s too late, and it’s unsafe for you to go back now. Just stay here and sleep.”

Rong Yuheng fell silent for two seconds, then shamelessly wavered, “But I didn’t bring any toiletries or spare clothes.”

Wen Zhecheng said, “There are new toothbrushes and cups in the house. As for pants, I’ll go downstairs and buy for you. As for clothes… you can wear mine.”

Rong Yuheng licked his lips, bashfully lowering his head, “It’s too much trouble, isn’t it…”

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Wen Zhecheng knew he was being polite again and couldn’t help but smile, “No trouble at all. There’s a convenience store in the community. You go wash up first, and I’ll go downstairs to buy.”

He paused and coughed softly, “… What size do you wear?”

Rong Yuheng’s mind raced for a few seconds, but he couldn’t figure it out, so he gave up. His clothes and pants were all bought by the house staff before, and he hadn’t paid attention to the sizes.

He unbuttoned the back of his pants and leaned forward to Wen Zhecheng, “Take a look. Is there a label at the back?”

Damn it.

Wen Zhecheng’s face instantly turned hot!

Rong Yuheng’s waist was slim, but his hips were full and round.

Now, with his back arched, as he pulled down his pants, Wen Zhecheng could catch a glimpse of the faint valley…

Wen Zhecheng quickly glanced at it and looked away, feeling a subtle heat in his lower abdomen, “Alright, I got it.”

Rong Yuheng asked, “Then I’ll go take a shower. Where’s the bathroom?”

Wen Zhecheng led him into the en-suite bathroom in the bedroom, “You can use the one in my room. This is the laundry basket, and the row of wash and care products there are all available for use. There are new towels in the cabinet, you can use any of them.”

After giving the instructions, Wen Zhecheng stepped out, “I’ll go downstairs now. It’ll take about ten minutes to get back. Don’t rush with your shower.”

Rong Yuheng stood in the bathroom, making a “hehe” gesture with his hand, “I know, I know, or else I’ll get too excited!”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

The anger that had just flared up in Wen Zhecheng hadn’t subsided yet, and now he warned Rong Yuheng with a stern look, “No more teasing.”

Rong Yuheng seemed like he had been deprived of a great pleasure, “Why not!”

The bathroom door “click” shut, leaving only Wen Zhecheng’s words, with an inexplicable meaning:

“Harm others, harm yourself.”

Author’s note:

Now—Wen Zhecheng: I’m going to die.

Later—Rong Yuheng: I’m going to die…