Ms. Liu knew everything about Xie Zixing, so her face turned serious as she looked at him with a complex expression in her eyes and said, "Zixing, I know you like him, but someone like him is not worth thinking about. Don't daydream about him, you shouldn't."

Upon hearing these words, Xie Zixing paused his hand that was serving Tang Ya, then smiled at Liu Jie and said, "Liu Jie, don't worry. I understand. I won't provoke him. He is the young master of the Qi family and my boss, nothing more."

Sister Liu nodded, sighing inwardly at how such a good child had been so cruelly toyed with by fate.

I don't know if it's because the heavens have gone blind.

The star that should have been held in the palm of someone's hand has turned into a dying struggle in the mud, even for someone like her who knows Xie Zixing's story, it's not clear how much pain Xie Zixing carries in her heart, but it must be dripping with blood.

However, Xie Zixing concealed these wounds, not allowing anyone to see them.

Among them, many things are related to one man.

The name of that man is Qi Zihao.

After eating, Liu Jie and Tang Ya didn't stay for long and left. After seeing them off, Xie Zixing sighed as he faced the empty living room. Actually, he had just lied to Liu Jie.

He had no idea what to do at all.

His heart was in turmoil, just like on his eighteenth birthday when he woke up in a hotel room next to the person he had yearned for over six years. Yet, his heart remained in disarray.

He knew that Qi Zihao had a severe case of cleanliness OCD.

Especially when it comes to his cleanliness obsession, Qi Zihao cannot tolerate anyone he does not love crawling into his bed.

Unfortunately, Xie Zixing is not the person that Qi Zihao loves.

So Xie Zixing escaped, fleeing from the hotel room in a disarray. He did not dare to face any emotions that may be revealed in Qi Zihao's eyes once he woke up.

Regardless of guilt or disdain.

Xie Zixing does not desire anything except for love.

Later on, Qizi Hao's words turned into sharp swords, fiercely piercing through his heart. For a long period of time afterwards, Xie Zixing would dream about the same sentence over and over again every night: "Is this how a brother should act?"

There wasn't much emotion mixed in it, but just this sentence made Xie Zixing wake up in a cold sweat every time.

Xie Zixing knew that deep down, what he feared the most was the chilling question from those thin, cool lips: "Is this how you become a father?"

In the darkness of night, Xie Zixing woke up from a nightmare, his eyes wide open as he took a deep breath. Sweat drops rolled down in front of his eyes, as if tears flowing from his pair of peach blossom eyes.

Xie Zixing closed his eyes, blocking out all emotions, and once again dreamt of that sentence, "You're really going to do this, big brother?"

Xie Zixing took a moment to calm down, reaching for a cup of hot water from the nearby cabinet. Sipping it mouthful by mouthful, he felt the warmth soothing his throat. Xie Zi Yue rubbed her eyes and came out from the room next door. When she saw Xie Zixing, she walked up and supported his back, asking at the same time, "Brother, did you have a nightmare again?"

Xie Ziyue's body temperature was warm, surrounding Xie Zixing and causing his blood to flow again. Xie Zixing's lips curved slightly, "Hmm, did I wake you up?"

Xie Ziyue shook her head and, sensing the warmth radiating from Xie Zixing's body, released her grip on him. She walked into the kitchen to prepare some honey water for Xie Zixing. Standing at the kitchen doorway, Xie Zixing watched Xie Ziyue's busy figure, her eyes filled with a complex expression.

Xie Zixing's feelings towards Xie Ziyue were extremely complicated. When the Xie family went bankrupt in the year of his eighteenth birthday, Xie Zixing started living with his younger brother, who was two years younger than him. At that time, Xie Ziyue was only sixteen years old and in high school. He was like a little prince who always lived in a fairytale, lacking the ability to take care of himself. However, Xie Zixing was not in a position to provide his brother with the same standard of living they had in the Xie family. As a result, Xie Ziyue began to learn how to fend for himself.

From nobility to commoner, the disparity is great, yet Xie Ziyue has never complained. He always smiles and learns how to take care of himself and how to take care of Xie Zixing.

However, they were not only family, Xie Ziyue was also the beloved white moonlight in Xie Zixing's heart.

But what makes people feel powerless is that Xie Ziyue is still a straight man who likes women.

What Xie Zixing couldn't obtain, Xie Ziyue disdained.

The creator's purpose for playing such tricks on them, Xie Zixing did not know and could not find an answer.

He could only feel an increasing aversion towards the relentless jealousy that he couldn't suppress in his heart towards Xie Ziyue, as he went through the same monotonous cycle day after day.

Xie Ziyue turned around and saw a hint of obscurity in Xie Zixing's eyes. He was momentarily taken aback, then walked over and placed a warm cup of honey water into Xie Zixing's hand. Xie Zixing closed his eyes, blocking out all the obscurity in his eyes. The voice of a nineteen-year-old boy sounded in Xie Zixing's ear, saying, "Brother, don't worry, I'll always be here."

With a simple sentence, Xie Zixing's eyes reddened easily. He nodded and took a sip of honey water to conceal his emotional outburst. He murmured softly to indicate his understanding.

I can't continue like this anymore," Xie Zixing said to himself. Xie Ziyue is innocent, not only before the age of twelve, but also after the age of twelve. Xie Ziyue is the most innocent person."

And this younger brother, has accompanied him for so long.

What qualifications does he have to envy him?

"Xiaoyue, do you hate your brother?" Xie Zixing asked out of the blue while holding a cup of honey water.

Xie Zi Yue was momentarily stunned, then she revealed a brilliant smile: "Brother, you are the closest person to me. Moreover, how could I possibly have any reason to hate you?"

Xie Zixing's face relaxed into a relieved smile upon hearing this. Yes, indeed, they were each other's only blood relatives in this world. How could they possibly be qualified to hate each other?

Seeing Xie Zixing smile, Xie Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief. Half pushing and half hanging onto Xie Zixing, she escorted him into the bedroom. The energetic voice of the young boy still resonated in the empty room, saying, "Goodnight, big brother."

On the second day after Qi Zihao returned to his country, Xie Zixing received an advertising invitation, which was unlike his usual routine.

Sister Liu brought Xie Zixing to the filming location. This time, Xie Zixing was going to be the spokesperson for a potato chip brand. Besides Xie Zixing, there was already someone waiting at the filming location. However, as soon as Xie Zixing saw that person, he immediately felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Zeng Zheng, the currently rising popular online celebrity.

It's not that Zeng Zheng has any grudge against Xie Zixing. On the contrary, Zeng Zheng is an ardent pursuer of Xie Zixing.

Three years ago, when Xie Zixing had just debuted, he sang the theme song for a TV drama starring Zeng Zheng. Since then, this little master Zeng has been constantly clinging to Xie Zixing like a bee to a flower.

However, Xie Zixing felt nothing towards Zeng Zheng.

Or perhaps, it could be said that Xie Zixing had dedicated all his love in this lifetime to one person, unable to divide any other emotions for anyone else.

However, paparazzi are everywhere, and articles with titles like "Zeng Xing's Young Idol and a certain second-tier singer exhibiting intimate behavior" are constantly being posted online. Zeng Zheng's girlfriend and fans immediately took to Weibo to tear down the paparazzi and Xie Zixing.

Xie Zixing couldn't help but laugh or cry at this. He jokingly glanced at Sister Liu and said, "Sister Liu, are you trying to play matchmaker for me?"

Liu Jie was a bit confused. She hadn't received any news that Zeng Zheng would also be endorsing this advertisement. Before Liu Jie could speak, Zeng Zheng approached, saying, "Zi Xing, you're here?"

Xie Zixing put on a gracious smile and said, "Mr. Zeng, hello." The distinction between intimacy and formality was evident in his words.

Zeng Zheng's expression stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. He sighed lightly and said, "Zixing, we've known each other for so long, just call me by my name."

Xie Zixing maintained a composed smile on his face and effortlessly deflected the situation, saying, "Mr. Zeng is just jesting. It has always been a great pleasure to collaborate with Mr. Zeng."

Zeng Zheng immediately cast a resentful gaze at Xie Zixing, the accusation within almost taking tangible form. Xie Zixing's heart trembled, as he suddenly felt as if he had bullied a large breed of dog.

Fortunately, at this moment, the stage manager came to lead Xie Zixing to change clothes and put on makeup. Xie Zixing smiled at Zeng Zheng and followed the stage manager.

Zeng Zheng's assistant was somewhat puzzled by Zeng Zheng's behavior of offering to help without being acknowledged. He expressed his dissatisfaction and said, "This Xie Zixing is just a second-tier minor singer, how can he treat our boss like this?"

Zeng Zheng waved his hand, indicating to the assistant to stop speaking. The charm on Xie Zixing's body was something he only came to understand after spending time with him.

Xie Zixing is like a roasted sweet potato in the winter. On the surface, he may seem plain and unremarkable, but deep inside, he is tender and golden, worthy of cherishing and pursuing.