My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 118

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But then he thought of the way Wen Xiuyan had looked at that young man the other day—and that image made Zhou Yuwen restless.

Wen Xiuyan was so outstanding; any relationship he had with that young man was probably temporary. If they eventually drifted apart, Zhou Yuwen would have no chance at all.

Right now, though, they weren't together yet. And what a coincidence—Zhou Yuwen actually resembled that young man a little, especially in profile.

He didn't mind being a stand-in. He was anxious—this kind of golden opportunity didn't come twice, and he had to seize it.

He couldn't just sit around waiting for fate to pass him by.

With that thought, Zhou Yuwen carefully dressed up and styled himself to resemble the young man in his memory. Then he went to wait near the Wen Corporation building.

Wen Xiuyan was known for being a workaholic. If he waited downstairs, he was bound to run into him.

Sure enough, just as his nerves were about to get the best of him, he saw that familiar figure appear in the distance. Zhou Yuwen felt a pair of eyes glance his way, and his hands and feet went numb with tension.

He was sure the resemblance was striking—there was no way Wen Xiuyan wouldn't notice. He began rehearsing in his mind how he should start the conversation once Wen Xiuyan came over.

But before he could settle on anything, he saw Wen Xiuyan look away—without even pausing. As if Zhou Yuwen was no different from any other passerby.

Zhou Yuwen: "!!" What?!

His emotions surged wildly, but he forced himself to stay calm. He exhaled slowly. He'd already made a move—he couldn't give up now.

Maybe Wen Xiuyan didn't see clearly... yeah, maybe he's nearsighted!

Zhou Yuwen clung to that logic and mustered up the courage to walk over.

He felt another pair of eyes on him. His heart pounded so hard it hurt as he lowered his head and stopped in front of Wen Xiuyan, eyes fixed on the tips of the man's shoes.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice full of surprise blurted out beside him, "Whoa! Aren't you Wen Chuan's boyfriend?!"

Zhou Yuwen's heart dropped before he could even say a word. He turned and saw—it was Wen Junrong.

The gaze he'd felt this whole time wasn't from Wen Xiuyan at all—it was from this guy! Wen Junrong!

Zhou Yuwen nearly broke down on the spot, but he forced a calm smile onto his face.

"You're here to beg for Wen Chuan?" Wen Xiuyan finally spoke, his tone slow and cool.

"N...no," Zhou Yuwen said with difficulty.

Wen Xiuyan didn't say anything else. His eyes calmly landed on Zhou Yuwen with the same polite detachment he gave any random stranger. His expression clearly asked: What do you want?

Zhou Yuwen could feel it—Wen Xiuyan had only stopped because he was being polite.

No, this wasn't right. How could he not recognize the resemblance? Zhou Yuwen had done everything he could to look like that young man.

But Wen Xiuyan didn't notice anything at all.

And then—Wen Junrong did.

This airheaded kid had no filter. He just blurted, "Didn't you dress totally different last time? Wait—are you trying to copy my idol?!"

Zhou Yuwen nearly coughed up blood. Ugh. Would've been better if no one noticed!

Wen Junrong wasn't done. "Why are you copying my idol, anyway? You don't look anything like him, okay?" He completely forgot he'd nearly mistaken Zhou Yuwen for the real thing just a second ago. Frowning, he mumbled, "Even if you got the appearance down, you can't copy his skills. There's no way my brother would even give you a second glance!"

This silly kid had no idea what Zhou Yuwen was actually trying to do.

Wen Xiuyan shot his dumb little brother a look. Wen Junrong immediately turned to him, looking for validation, "Right, bro? Tell him I'm right?"

Wen Xiuyan's polite demeanor, upheld only by his upbringing, vanished completely the moment he realized Zhou Yuwen had done all this on purpose.
"I don't see the resemblance at all," he said coldly. "It's just a cheap imitation."

Wen Junrong sucked in a sharp breath. Whoa, his brother's words were brutal. And oddly enough, he sounded more pissed off than he was—and he's the one who always defends his idol!

So of course, Wen Junrong doubled down, not even caring how pale Zhou Yuwen's face had gone. "Exactly! Off by a mile! You and my idol aren't even in the same universe!"

Zhou Yuwen's eyes flushed red with anger. He didn't dare vent at Wen Xiuyan, so he glared furiously at Wen Junrong instead.

Feeling that look, Wen Junrong swallowed hard. "Hey, what kind of look is that? Don't tell me you're about to cry? Dude, you're a grown man—I only said a few words, it's not that deep."

He turned to his brother, trying even harder to prove his dedication. "I'm telling you, even if he does cry, I'm not backing down. This is his fault to begin with!"

Zhou Yuwen's chest heaved violently. He was livid. Since he was a kid, he'd never been humiliated like this.

Wen Xiuyan... Wen Junrong! He clenched his jaw so hard it creaked, but in the end, he didn't dare say anything. He turned and stormed off, too angry to stay.

Wen Junrong watched his retreating back, exhaled loudly, and muttered, "What the hell! Brother, you think he's sick or something? Seriously, trying to imitate my idol and thinking he can replace him in your eyes? Delusional! Can he sing people to sleep? Can he catch ghosts? Can he tell fortunes? No? Then get outta here with that nonsense!"

Wen Xiuyan glanced at his dumb little brother but didn't respond.

He couldn't quite tell if he'd been too obvious—or not obvious enough.

When Wen Junrong noticed his brother wasn't saying anything, he finally shut up too. But as he turned around, he was instantly filled with regret.

One of his coworkers, who had just been happily complaining about their boss with him earlier, was now staring at him like they'd seen a ghost.

Wen Junrong's face went pale. He cursed Zhou Yuwen in his heart and immediately stepped away from Wen Xiuyan, scratching his head awkwardly.
"Uh... what if I said he's not my brother, would you believe me?"

The coworker looked between him and Wen Xiuyan, face full of despair. "Got it. I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow."

And then the guy bolted.

Wen Junrong: "..."

It was just some casual boss-bashing. Was that really worth quitting over?

But... if his brother ever found out...

Wen Junrong sneaked a look at the walking human refrigerator next to him and forced a weak smile. "Brother, uh... how about transferring me to a different department or something?"

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