Afterwards, they naturally parted ways without joy.

People who shouldn't have had any connection in the first place had even less chance of meeting each other, as they deliberately avoided each other.

Without any deliberate suppression of resources, Xie Zixing immediately shone brightly, transitioning from a second-tier celebrity to the cusp of becoming a top-tier celebrity. As a result, he went from being idle to having a packed schedule, and Liu Jie was particularly motivated to secure various resources for Xie Zixing.

Sister Liu knew that Xie Zixing was not without talent.

On the contrary, Xie Zixing's talent in composing and writing lyrics is nearly unrivaled. However, he has been suppressed by others and held back from accessing resources for three years. Despite this, he managed to make his way into the ranks of second-tier celebrities, which speaks volumes about his abilities.

In other words, Xie Zixing couldn't ignite any fire.

Instead, Xie Zixing lacked an opportunity to soar. Now, this opportunity has arrived, and naturally, Sister Liu doesn't want it to slip away.

Xie Zixing was leaning back in the seat of the nanny car, resting with his eyes closed. Liu Jie was giving him a rundown of the announcements and schedule for the coming week. "The recording of 'The Singer' starts next Monday, the filming for Sama's advertisement on Tuesday and Wednesday, and on Thursday, you will need to start preparing for your first EP. This first EP of yours is highly valued by the company. They have specifically invited the team that produced EPs for the queen of heaven, Yan Shuli, so do your best. After that, the focus will be on promoting your EP."

"Okay, I understand. Do I have anything else to do in the afternoon?"

"No more. Where do you want me to take you later? Do you want to go to the company to take a look?"

Xie Zixing paused for a moment, then opened his eyes and shook his head, "Take me home."

"Okay, Xiaohai, drive steady." Xiaohai is the new assistant and driver assigned to Xie Zixing by the company, and he is proficient in driving skills.

However, when Xie Zixing arrived home, he encountered someone unexpected. Qi Zihao and Xie Ziyue were sitting in the living room. On the table in the living room, there was even a university textbook spread open. Xie Zixing stood at the entrance, looking at the close proximity between Xie Ziyue and Qi Zihao, as well as the lingering smile on Qi Zihao's face. He felt a surge of anger and a profound sense of powerlessness wash over him, as if being engulfed by a whirlpool, unable to vent it out.

Xie Ziyue was actually quite happy. Recently, Xie Zixing's schedule always seemed to be out of sync with his own. By the time he woke up, Xie Zixing had already left. And when he went to sleep, Xie Zixing had not yet returned. After all, he was just a nineteen-year-old child who relied heavily on his only brother, Xie Zixing.

"Brother, you're back!" Xie Ziyue hurriedly took a few steps and walked to Xie Zixing's side, embracing his shoulders.

"Mhmm." Xie Zixing didn't want Xie Ziyue to notice anything unusual, so he put on a smile that was no different from usual. He followed the force of Xie Ziyue's pull and walked towards the inside of the house. When they reached the middle of the living room, he patted Xie Ziyue's hand, motioning for him to let go. Then, he turned to Qi Zihao and said, "Hello, Mr. Qi."

Qizi Hao looked at Xie Zixing with complex eyes and nodded.

Xie Zixing forced himself to turn his head, preventing himself from looking at the emotions in Qi Zihao's eyes. He said to Xie Ziyue, "Xiaoyue, I'm a little tired. I want to take a nap. When it's time for dinner, wake me up. I'll cook for you all, and Mr. Qi can give you extra lessons. You should properly thank him."

Xie Ziyue hurriedly pushed Xie Zixing in the direction of the bedroom when she heard him say that he was tired. "Go to bed quickly."

Xie Zixing nodded and turned to enter the bedroom. However, as he lay on the bed, the drowsiness that he had just felt had already dissipated. He tossed and turned, his mind filled with the image of Qizi Hao's gaze just now.

That was the kind of expression he had seen before.

On the second day after his eighteenth birthday.

Mixed with shock and disgust, and also accompanied by hidden scorn deep inside.

Almost turning into knives, they sliced through his heart, causing blood to flow profusely.

Until now, Xie Zixing still couldn't understand. He had initially carried a sincere heart, wanting to fulfill the promise made in his childhood with that person. How did it turn into him having dirty and filthy thoughts, wanting to have a relationship with that person?

During the funeral of Aunt Mingming that year, the child extended their hand to him, who was in the depths of despair, and said, "When you grow up, I will come to pick you up."

Why is the oath given by that person so weak, as fragile as a tap of a finger, leaving behind an irreparable hole.

Having possessed and then lost, it is like having once grasped a small tree on the edge of a cliff, only to sadly discover that because it is too frail, it cannot support at all.

Is there fate in this world?

If there is, then why treat him like this?

What did he do wrong again?

During his childhood, no one ever cared about him. Everyone regarded him as a monster, leaving him amidst a boundless darkness. When a glimmer of hope finally emerged, he discovered that the hope was never meant for him.

He was nothing more than a mediocre and perpetually self-directing clown.

This is not enough. Fate punishes his foolish dreams, punishing his self-deprecation.

He lost the most important thing in his life.

The child that was still unborn in his stomach, the child that was conceived because of their first encounter.

After quickly crossing paths with him in his life, she left him once again.

Xie Zixing didn't know how much he had left, nor did he know how much more he could lose.

Xie Zixing only knew that he had given everything, absolutely everything, to Qi Zihao.

As for Qi Zihao, he was treated like an old worn-out shoe.

Xie Zixing fell into a deep sleep. It was Xie Ziyue who discovered that Xie Zixing was sick. Qi Zihao called and had Fang, his assistant, deliver a table of lunch. Xie Ziyue eagerly went to wake Xie Zixing up for lunch, but no matter what she did, she couldn't wake him. Xie Ziyue suddenly became worried and hurriedly touched Xie Zixing's forehead, only to find it burning hot. Xie Ziyue quickly went to the living room to get the medicine kit. Qi Zihao, who had been sitting calmly on the sofa in the living room, asked upon seeing the situation, "What happened?"

"Brother has a fever," Xie Ziyue's words were filled with anxiety.

Qi Zihao quickly stood up and walked into Xie Zixing's bedroom. What caught his eyes was Xie Zixing lying in bed, looking frail with a flushed face. Qi Zihao pursed his lips, feeling somewhat angry. This person was already an adult, yet he didn't even know how to voice his discomfort and take care of himself properly.

And then immediately called the family doctor on the phone: "Hello, I've sent you the address on your phone, come over." Qi Zihao was a little nervous, so he didn't even notice anything strange about his just-occurring thought of "Even adults don't know how to take care of themselves properly."

Xie ZiYue came in holding a thermometer, fever-reducing medication, and a cup of warm water. Qi ZiHao stopped her for a moment and said, "I've called the doctor. He will be here soon. Let him take a look before taking the medicine."

Xie Ziyue nodded and then placed the thermometer in the armpit of Xie Zixing. After all the commotion, Xie Zixing woke up groggily and mumbled, "Ziyue?"

Xie Ziyue: "Yes, brother, it's me."

"What's wrong with me?" Xie Zixing's voice was extremely hoarse and rough.

"You have a fever, big brother. Please don't speak and get a good rest. The doctor will come later to examine you and once you take the medicine, you'll feel better," Xie Ziyue comforted.

"En." Xie Zixing responded vaguely and then fell into a deep sleep.