Rich Side Character Goes Viral for Gossiping on a Laid-Back Reality Show Ch. 130

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"You shouldn't be. You're a big movie star now—this kind of thing should be nothing to you."

Yu Muqiu tried to keep a straight face, but the tips of his ears still turned red, his entire body tense.

Her teasing, her every smile and expression—so vivid, so real.

Even after the shoot ended, he couldn't snap out of it.

They went into the lounge together.

She asked him why he had entered the entertainment industry.

Of course, Yu Muqiu didn't dare tell her the truth. He could only give her the same excuse he'd once used on his grandmother. She seemed to believe it and just smiled it off.

The mood was light and easy, but Yu Muqiu still couldn't help asking the question that had been on his mind for a long time. "What about you? ...Why did you join the industry?"

His hand clenched subconsciously, throat tightening as he fixed his gaze on the coffee table in front of him—though his entire attention was on the girl beside him.

The air went quiet for a few seconds. Then her voice came, calm and certain.

"I joined the industry for my mom."

Yu Muqiu blinked, a little surprised—but not entirely.

The public didn't know who her mother was, but having grown up next door, the Yu family knew—her mother was the famous actress Jian Yishu, a huge name with major influence in China.

She spoke firmly about her goal.

She wanted to stand where her mother once stood, in the spotlight at the very top—not just to win an award, but to reach the peak of the entire industry.

"So it was for... Aunt Jian," he murmured instinctively.

Yu Qianxia immediately picked up on the undertone in his voice. "Why do you sound weird? What, did you think I joined the industry for some other reason?"

Yu Muqiu fell silent.

She let out a soft laugh. "Don't tell me... you thought I did it for a guy?"

Yu Muqiu faltered, his voice stuttering, "No..."

The moment the topic was laid bare, the knot in his chest suddenly unraveled.

In that instant, he felt it with complete clarity—Yu Qianxia didn't like Lu Jianchen.

Time flew by when things were good.

After they wrapped for the day, Yu Muqiu dove back into work. But he still watched her show every day, followed every update about her.

His feelings for her grew stronger with time—more intense, more unshakable. Sometimes, in a quiet moment, he'd find himself thinking, a little pathetically, that even if he could only stay quietly by her side like this... it was enough.

And so, life went on as usual. So much happened. And much, much later—

Yu Muqiu ran into Lu Jianchen on the street.

The man was haggard and worn-down, almost unrecognizable. Yu Muqiu's gaze lingered on him for a few seconds, then he simply walked past.

With one hand in the pocket of his black slacks, Yu Muqiu suddenly found himself wanting to laugh—at his past self, who had once secretly competed with this man.

Someone like that... how was he ever worthy?

He glanced one last time at the hunched figure squatting by the roadside outside the glass window.

His expression slowly returned to calm indifference. Yu Muqiu picked up his phone and made a call to his assistant.

"Hello, President Yu," came the respectful voice on the other end. "How can I help you?"

Yu Muqiu's tone was cold. "There's a vagrant out front—hurts the company's image. Have security clear him out."

"Yes, President Yu."

Just as he hung up, another call came through.

Yu Muqiu's indifferent expression softened instantly. He picked up right away, and a bright, clear voice came from the other end. "Boyfriend, I'm actually home for once today. Just thought I'd remind you—it's already lunchtime. When are you coming back?"

The corners of his lips lifted. "Soon. I'm just wrapping up."

Right before the call ended, Yu Muqiu suddenly spoke, a little urgently. "Xiaxia—"

Yu Qianxia sounded curious. "Hm? What is it?"

Outside, the sun blazed bright. Yu Muqiu held the phone, staring out at the cloudless blue sky beyond the window, a gentle smile curving his lips. His voice was low and steady, and in the peace of that quiet afternoon—

He said the softest, most tender words a lover could say:

"I love you."

—END

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