If you were to ask Ren Yifei which emotion he least wanted to unleash, in the past, he would say it was 'anger,' because people can do many terrible things when driven by anger.
But now...
"Has your teddy bear become a spirit?" Ren Yifei kicked him angrily.
"Kick here, lots of meat." Samantha was exceptionally good-natured and let Afei kick his abs so as not to hurt his foot.
This was a year after they left the desolate corner. Saman had obtained official status, returned to China as an overseas Chinese, and launched a groundbreaking semi-holographic game, which ultimately helped him successfully obtain citizenship.
Ren Yifei, on the other hand, just won all the prestigious Best Actor awards in Asia this year. He is the most talented young actor and the youngest Best Actor winner.
"I just took on a role with romantic scenes, and the sex scenes are all props, there won't be any real physical contact. Why are you getting jealous?" Ren Yifei reached out and touched a head of short, half-curled hair, which was the character's hairstyle in the drama.
This is a crime thriller focused on plot, with few scenes between the male and female leads. Ah Fei plays an undercover agent and has a bed scene, but since it's not the main focus, only a few clips are needed.
"I'm sorry," Samantha said pitifully, trying to sound innocent, "Ah Fei is too outstanding, I'm worried that other people might accidentally take it too seriously."
Of course he knew; he had already read the script they sent. But jealousy is not something easily controlled. Besides, his lover was a movie star with many ardent admirers; his fans were as numerous as fish in a river.
"Stop playing the victim." Ren Yifei sneered, glancing at Saman's eager expression, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. "You want to do it again?"
Saman's eyes lit up, and his non-existent tail wagged happily: "Is it okay?"
"Sure..." Ren Yifei drawled, his hoarse voice unusually seductive and dangerous, "However, I'd like to change the location. Will you cooperate?"
Five minutes later.
Saman lay half-reclined in the bathtub, one hand cuffed to the faucet by silver handcuffs. His shirt was wet, revealing glimpses of his well-defined muscles.
"Ah Fei?" Saman sensed something was wrong.
"Hmm." Ren Yifei finished putting on his three-piece suit, his hand tugging at his tie, his eyes filled with a hazy, watery look, but his face remained expressionless.
He was impeccably dressed, with the top button fastened, and he wore thin white gloves, exuding an air of asceticism, purity, and superiority.
Samantha swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Samantha.
"Half an hour left." Ren Yifei glanced at his watch. "I have an appointment in half an hour to discuss the script with the director."
He leaned down, one hand resting on the tiles behind the bathtub: "Lift your head and look at me."
Samantha looked up. This controlled scene should have made him feel repulsed and resistant, but because it was Ah Fei, he began to breathe rapidly and felt confused.
"Who am I to you?" Ren Yifei smiled and looked down at Saman. Saman saw his red eyes and the contract that was turning in them.
"My God…" Saman was guided by some mysterious and unpredictable power, and felt an uncontrollable tremor, and his body was burning with fire.
"I want to kiss you." Samantha stretched out his free hand, which was gently pressed down by the riding crop. The black leather whip applied very light pressure, yet he was powerless to resist.
It slid down the arm to the chin, then slowly moved downwards, little by little, toward the dangerous place.
Saman's long legs tensed, his breathing became more rapid, and his skin flushed a drunken red.
"You wicked thing, what do you intend to do to your gods?"
Samantha suddenly realized that Ah Fei's cold, emotionless voice was surprisingly sexy. He longed to be favored by the owner of that voice, to have his indifference tinged with lust.
The plot was out of control, and the development was beyond his grasp. Never before had he had such a clear understanding—Ren Yifei was an evil god.
He was the only person chosen by him.
"I am begging for your closeness," Saman said, expressing his desire like a humble believer longing for his one and only god.
"Good boy, look up. This is your reward." Ren Yifei's low, husky voice was filled with laughter, like a feather brushing against his eardrum.
As Samantha looked up, her soft, slightly cool lips gently pressed against his. The next second, passion exploded, like a juicy orange bursting in the summer, its sweetness intensified, and their intense breaths mingled in the air.
His cold lips were warmed by his desire, and his originally coral-colored lips turned into a bright cherry red. Saman craved more. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his temples, his eyes darkened, and the metal buttons on his trousers seemed about to burst.
Ren Yifei remained calm, showing no sign of lust except for his lips. His gaze, like ice water, only fueled Saman's fire.
"This is a punishment," Samantha thought. He licked his lips, savoring the lingering warmth, his eyes fixed intently on his beloved.
Ren Yifei dropped the riding whip in his hand. He stretched out his white-gloved hand and lightly touched the Adam's apple that was sliding up and down. He scraped it, and the unique touch of the fine cotton cloth made Saman tense up all over. He clenched his fists and the veins on his hands bulged.
"Ah Fei." He called his name, his voice hoarse.
The white gloves slid down slowly, fingertips dancing, like a skilled pianist playing an instrument, the beautiful music captivating and irresistible.
Saman reached out, wanting it to stop, but the hand moved on without hesitation, like a passionate and unrestrained butterfly.
The metal clasp came undone, the click-clack of the zipper scraping against each other, a sound to Saman's ears no less than torture.
His soul felt like it was being torn in two, one half desperately yearning, the other half desperately suppressing.
"Please," Samantha pleaded, his eyes red, clearly having reached his breaking point.
Ren Yifei had already stood up, glanced at his watch, and said with an unusually cruel expression, "Time's up."
After saying that, he turned around, pushed open the bathroom door, and closed it.
"Ah Fei!" Saman's voice and figure were blocked behind the door. Ren Yifei reached out and loosened his tie, his pupils dilated slightly, and his eyes turned a deep red.
"I really don't know whether to punish him or torture myself," he thought.
When the director arrived at the hotel's private room, he found a young movie star whose desires had left him somewhat aggressive, and whose hormones were radiating through layers of clothing.
Even though he buttoned his shirt all the way up, his still slightly moist eyes still made one's heart race and lips go dry when they lazily swept over.
"Ahem," the director coughed, feeling a tickle in her throat, "Actually, I can do it a little later."
She wasn't some clueless elementary school student; she could tell what was going on at a glance. If it were any other actor who invited her here, exuding an aura of overwhelming hormones that made her weak in the knees, she would definitely suspect what kind of role that person wanted.
If she's good-looking and healthy, and her medical exam results are normal, she'll just go along with it and get involved.
But Ren Yifei dared not even think about it.
"You've arrived? Please have a seat." Ren Yifei poured her some water.
"Oh, thank you." The director quickly accepted. If it were any other actor, she would have accepted calmly, but Ren Yifei doing this made her feel flattered.
After all, he is currently the most sought-after Grand Slam Best Actor, having won all the convincing Best Actor awards in Asia.
"I'd like to discuss this scene with you," Ren Yifei said, taking out the script.
The director was taken aback. She had a bad temper and was known as a tyrant on set. No one had ever asked her to change the script before even filming.
She picked up the script and discovered that Ren Yifei was referring to the bed scene between him and the female lead in the play.
However, she was more concerned about other things. The blank spaces in the script were covered with sticky notes, densely filled with annotations in blue and red pens, describing the characters' inner thoughts and possible acting methods.
He'd only had the script for half a month, and it was already worn out.
Indeed, no success is accidental.
"Uh, what's this play about?" The director offered a friendly guiding question, but he was a little apprehensive.
Some male actors in the industry like to add these kinds of explicit scenes to take advantage of each other, and it's even... disgusting to even talk about. Relationships between men and women are all about mutual consent. She particularly despises these kinds of people; they're too low-class. Anyway, she has never forced anyone.
Now she's worried that this actor, who has always had a good reputation in the industry, is also this kind of person, and that her career is in jeopardy.
"The main purpose of this scene is to highlight the scar on the protagonist's lower back. If that's the case, wouldn't a bathroom where he's alone be more appropriate?"
Ren Yifei analyzed with her: "If we add a scene of tired and painful eyes here, and then she has to continue playing the spirited Black Prince afterward, it will complement the final completion of the character."
"They actually want to cut this scene?" The director secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Great, the box office is saved.
Then Ren Yifei took out a notebook with his imagined effect of the scene.
The director's eyes lit up when he saw it: "You drew this?" The director himself could draw storyboards, but he had never drawn one so exquisitely. This drawing skill was simply beyond what an actor could possess.
"I just drew it off the spot, it's more intuitive this way." Ren Yifei continued with a smile. He was always so gentle and polite in public, and his good temper was widely recognized.
"The main focus of this film is not romance or the scenes between the male and female leads. Our target audience is those who seek thrills and want to watch crime films. This scene is rather abrupt in the overall script, and changing it to a bathroom scene would make it flow better."
The director thought about it carefully and realized that what he said made some sense, but...
"The bathroom scene requires full nudity." Although props can be used to cover the front, to achieve the desired effect, a large-scale scene is definitely needed. "Of course, at most, just one clip."
With a reputation like Ren Yifei's, there's no need for such gimmicks as selling sex appeal.
"Hmm." Ren Yifei nodded. To him, this was no big deal; it was all for the sake of the plot.
"Since you've already made up your mind, I'll consider it when I get back. I'll let you know the specifics later; it needs to be discussed with the screenwriter."
"This is troublesome." Ren Yifei put the script back.
The director was surprised: "So, it's just about this?" She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Your family members are more concerned about this?"
Ren Yifei is very private; even people in the industry don't know about his love life. However, recently people have been saying that his romantic acting has improved a lot, so it's possible he's in a relationship.
That's why the director put her in this position; she didn't know if Ren Yifei had a lover.
"No. It was my own idea." Ren Yifei took all the blame, but to be honest, he really felt that the sex scene was unnecessary.
Upon meeting the director's questioning gaze, he suddenly realized that he hadn't revealed any information about Saman to anyone.
"Ahem," Ren Yifei leaned closer, "If you're dating someone outside the entertainment industry, shouldn't you announce it publicly so the other person feels more secure?"
This is his first time being in love, and he's a little confused about these things.
Sure enough, she's in love! The director thought for a moment. Their industry doesn't have a good reputation, so when someone in the industry dates someone outside, it puts the outsider to the test. So she said, "Right? It's easier to overthink. You're in love?"
Ren Yifei nodded: "I'll go back and ask him for his opinion."
"What?" The director didn't react.
"Ask him if he wants to make it public. If he does, I'll create a Weibo account and post it there."
The director was stunned. Ren Yifei, who had never applied for a Weibo account in ages, was going to apply for one for this? What did his fans do wrong?
However… she then thought of the 'lucky girl' behind the movie star; that's what a responsible man should look like.
The director reminisced about her past, sipping water and thinking to herself: "Youth is wonderful, so carefree, so wild... and so healthy." She then longed to reminisce about her youth with a twenty-year-old boy.
The next day, Weibo exploded.
A hot young movie star found a hot young CEO who was also suspected of having a child.
Why is it suspected that she is pregnant?
Because this young CEO's daily routine includes: 'How to gently wake up a child who's reluctant to get out of bed?', 'What to do if your child is hiding snacks at home?', 'Delicious and healthy, a complete guide to family cooking', 'Expert recommendations, heartwarming fairy tales'.
"Coming out is one thing, but why did he date someone with a child?" Fans couldn't accept it, felt sorry for their idol, and even chanted the slogan, "Reject divorced men with children from previous marriages."
"Unmarried and childless," the young CEO clarified immediately.
However, the fans didn't believe it. They kept urging their idol to broaden his horizons and find someone suitable, saying there are countless men in the world, and if one doesn't work out, there's always another. Some even offered themselves as potential partners. And let's be honest, they were indeed quite attractive: young, handsome, and highly educated.
The CEO was furious. In a fit of anger, he released all the content that was previously only visible to him, and thus, netizens had the opportunity to see it:
The over-sleeping actor, clutching his blanket, squinting at his alarm clock.
The movie star was found to have candy under his pillow while looking completely innocent.
The tomatoes in the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were all eaten by the picky eater.
And the childlike movie star lying on the sofa reading fairy tales.
The young CEO, beaming with pride, taunted netizens online: "See that? Unmarried, childless, and genuine!"
There was no response from netizens.
What are they doing? They're downloading images.
Who would have thought that the gentle, mature, and aloof actor, who seemed like the moon in the sky, would actually be like this in private?
"I used to think that my feelings for him would never change, but now, I'm sorry! ...Ahhhhh, my baby is so cute."
Once all the pictures were downloaded, the fans went wild again: "Bang bang bang, more and more! I know you have them, you've got the guts to post more and more pictures!"
"Heh," the young CEO responded with a cold laugh, and quickly changed the access permissions back to only be visible to himself.
The latest statement included the four words: "They're all mine!"