[Excerpt from Yiliang’s Diary – 17: Confession]
I took advantage of my rival.
As I write this line, my heart is in turmoil. Seeing these words in black and white before my eyes, I can hardly believe it. It all feels far too unreal.
Sigh, how did things end up like this? ^^ (crossed-out emoticon).
I’m weighed down by guilt, and yet at the same time, a rush of joy overwhelms me… which makes me feel even guiltier.

 

[Excerpt from Yiliang’s Diary – 18]
My rival is still asleep in his room. I don’t want to be away too long, so forgive me if my handwriting looks messy.
After these two days together, I’ve realized he’s completely weak to innocence and cuteness. But I’m not really that kind of person. So I thought of pretending to be drunk, using the alcohol as an excuse to play along with what he likes.
In the end, I thought I was just pretending to be drunk, but I really was drunk. Even so, my mind stayed clear.
I said I was only a little tipsy, but he didn’t believe me.
Well, he is my rival… I almost wrote “my lover” by mistake.
Alcohol truly is deceptive. It gives courage, it makes one impulsive. As soon as a thought arises, the body moves ahead of it, obeying the desires of the heart.
— But it’s not the alcohol to blame. It’s my own heart that longed for it.
The more time I spend with him, the more I realize just how lovable he is.
It’s etched into his very bones. It’s disarming. And dangerously captivating.
Whether it’s a fourth cigarette or not, it makes no difference anymore. What’s meant to happen will happen. What makes the heart race will always do so.
I often pay attention to his expression and tone when he greets me, the purity in his gaze, where he positions himself when we attend events together. I sometimes even talk with my assistant about how much care he puts into his outfits.
Over a year ago, when I saw a photo of his injured foot, I felt a sudden ache in my chest without knowing why.
Now I understand.
All those little details I never noticed before, all those inexplicably unsettled emotions—at last they’ve found their meaning.

 

[Excerpt from Yiliang’s Diary – 19]
I don’t want to “keep” him anymore.
I want to pursue him.

 

[Excerpt from Yiliang’s Diary – 20]
I don’t yet know exactly how to win him over, but life is meant to be about daring to try.
In books, a fulfilling life is described like this: 70% satiation, 30% drunk, and 100% harvest.

(NT: Metaphorical way of describing an ideal balance in life. To note that 30% drunk does not mean literal drunkenness; it symbolizes fun, risk-taking, or indulgence that adds excitement to life)

Live a higher life, put in moderate effort, be content with simple feelings.
That’s true.
But I, with my feet firmly on the ground, I’m greedy: I want it all, and I want it to the fullest.
And more than that…
I want him to be a part of it all.

 

[Excerpt from Yiliang’s Diary – 21]
I should have refused his offer to “be kept.”
If I had, I wouldn’t be suffering this torment now.
I haven’t given him anything yet, and still…
Sigh.
I don’t know what he thinks of me.
Does he see me as a pathetic “sugar daddy”?
If I can’t even be a decent “provider,” how could I ever be a good boyfriend?
Sigh… It’s pure torture.
The only benefit is that it lets me stay close to him with legitimacy.
If only my true self were as composed as the image I project… If only I could laugh and flirt with him with confidence…
Then maybe, maybe he would love me.
Step by step. Slowly, gently.

Even if the “frog in warm water” theory has no scientific basis, the idea applies here, doesn’t it?
As long as I persist, one day…
One day, he’ll be mine (crossed out). One day, he’ll fall under my attacks (crossed out). One day, he will become mine.
I also need to improve my skills.
Yesterday… I really embarrassed him.
Sigh… And on top of that, I have to fix my phone.

 

 

689.
I woke up under Gu Yiliang’s caresses.

 

690.
All my blood rushed to one place, making it impossible to stay asleep.
Half-conscious, I opened my eyes slightly and lowered my head to see his hand…
In an instant, my mind became crystal clear.
Then I looked up at the author of that gesture—
Oh, Master Gu, out and about so early? Where are you going, yiayia?
Seeing me awake, Gu Yiliang smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on my forehead.

 

691.
Hangovers are no fun. My head is heavy, my thoughts foggy.
I watched him, let him continue, and took a long moment to understand what was happening.
Just last night, before falling asleep, I was worried that everything might be different in the morning…
And upon waking…
Well! This little romance started all on its own?!

 

692.
Looks like things are going smoothly, huh!
Finally, the sky had truly changed! A bright sun illuminated everything!
For the rest of my life, I wanted this kind of wake-up every morning!
99% progress—I’d really stressed for nothing!
A little bee buzzed in my heart, making honey. Instantly, I felt full of energy, joyful, and I moved closer laughing to wrap my arms around Gu Yiliang’s waist. His fingers tightened slightly before he lowered his head, as if going to kiss me.
I turned my head away: “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
He laughed softly, undeterred, and brushed his lips against mine while speeding up the movement of his hand.

 

693.
It wasn’t just a shiver of excitement—it was a full-on boom boom boom in my chest!
He was literally melting me. I was completely overwhelmed by the sweetness. My Xiao Wei was also in his expert hands, trembling under his touch.
His hand technique far surpassed his mouth. Just yesterday, he nearly finished me off with his oral talent, but now… my little Xiao Wei was fully awake under his fingers.
All the energy I had built up, he drained from my body. Eyes half-closed, I breathed heavily, watching him work eagerly to “clean up the crime scene” and take care of the tools of mischief. Truly royal treatment.
My heart was warm and sweet, with the strange feeling of having nurtured a magnificent lover.

 

694.
Tss tss tss, what was I saying? I just wanted to give him all the best I had to offer! When you’re wealthy, it’s not about “sponsoring,” it’s about love.
I calmly put my pants back on, though in my head I was racing: how could I redirect the resources Lao Huang wanted to give me to Gu Yiliang?
Like a typhoon, I rushed into the bathroom to wash, then came flying back to throw myself on him, rubbing my face against his neck.
He laughed and lifted my head, pointing a finger at his lips: “I brushed my teeth. Now you have to make up for what you dodged earlier.”
On top of that, he gave me a charming wink.

 

695.
…This guy didn’t just care for the kidneys, he was overflowing with sweetness!

(NT: meaning it’s not only about casual sexual teasing. Taking care of kidneys is a Chinese slang euphemism for sexual activity, specifically masturbation or sexual stimulation.)
I was so enchanted that I took a deep breath like a wild beast, then let out a pathetic moan like a fallen tiger. A simple kiss was no longer enough—I wanted to give him my whole life!
I closed my eyes and kissed him with a force that shook heaven and earth, darkening the sun and the moon.

 

696.
Kissing Gu Yiliang was even more intoxicating than drinking alcohol.
But with my youthful blood boiling, of course… Xiao Wei stirred again.
In my head, I did a quick calculation of the time I had left before the shoot and wondered if I could squeeze in a round.
That’s when Gu Yiliang gently asked: “Have you ever thought about what you’d do if you weren’t an actor?”
Boom. A billion compromising scandals flashed through my brain at lightning speed, instantly killing off my dirty thoughts.
Me: “…”
Me: “… Researcher. Uh… Scientist.”
He burst out laughing: “You should really try stand-up—”
Me: “…”
I shot him a deathly glare. He immediately swallowed his words and corrected himself awkwardly: “Uh… no, I mean… a wandering bard?”

 

697.
It was over. There’d be no more.
I looked away, dead inside, and grabbed the clothes Xiao Chen had washed and laid out for me.
“—You’re angry? I was joking,” said Gu Yiliang, following with a restrained smile. “You’re the one answering nonsense.”
But I was serious! What did he have against researchers?!
Face dark, I pushed him toward the door: “Go change in your room or you’ll be late.”
He paused, glanced at my clothes, then left without a word.

 

698.
When he came back, perfectly dressed, I was speechless.
How had he managed to pick an outfit whose colour and style were totally different from mine, yet still gave the impression we were wearing matching clothes?
Feigning surprise, he declaimed dramatically: “Oh, what a coincidence, we’re matching, hehe.”
Hehe my ass!
I yanked him back inside and kissed him again hard enough to shake heaven and earth.

 

699.
As clingy as we were, we still had a shoot to get to.
If we kept kissing, our lips would end up as swollen as Tony Leung’s in The Eagle Shooting Heroes.

(NT: The Eagle Shooting Heroes (1993) is a parody wuxia film. In one scene, Tony Leung’s lips were dramatically puffed or swollen for comedic effect.)

I patted my cheeks to chase away the heat and left with Gu Yiliang, who still had a grin glued to his face.
The moment we stepped onto set, a heavy hangover atmosphere descended on us.
We were the only ones fresh and energetic in a sea of groans and fatigue.
Xiao Chen, his face haggard with exhaustion, staggered toward me and handed me my breakfast: “After last night’s party, Director Lu and the others went drinking again elsewhere. They drank so much they were running wild from Pu Bei Avenue all the way to Pu Nan, and we even lost a few people. We’re still looking for them. Today’s a rest day.”
Me: “…”

 

700.
At this rate, Lan Jue was never going to get filmed.

 

701.
Gu Yiliang turned to me: “I need to get my phone repaired, want to come?”
A request from the heartthrob? Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and opened Alipay: “Might as well just buy a new one.”
He laughed and shook his head: “I didn’t back anything up. Even if I buy a new one, I need to fix the old one first. Better to keep it.”
What could possibly be in there that he cared about so much? Surely not…
I leaned in and whispered: “… Nudes?”
He leaned in too, equally puzzled: “… Did we take some last night?”
Me: “…”
Him: “…”
Xiao Chen: “…”
Xiao Chen: “Should I quietly slip away, or bravely stay put?”

 

702.
Under my radioactive stare, Xiao Chen bolted without looking back.
Gu Yiliang burst out laughing: “Wait for me in the lounge. I need to prepare a few things for tomorrow’s shoot, I’ll be right there.”
I gave a distracted “oh,” still watching him with a piercing gaze until he disappeared.

 

703.
I flopped down on the lounge sofa, completely idle.
After a round of Honor of Kings, I scrolled through Weibo absentmindedly…
That’s when I suddenly realized—
I hadn’t thought about shipping sugar until now?!

 

704.
I stared at my phone, overwhelmed with mixed emotions, as everything that had been so familiar suddenly took on a brand-new flavour.
Scrolling through the Niangzi super-topic felt like revisiting my old school after graduation. The classic memes were like old textbooks reopened with nostalgia. The fans’ lively discussions reminded me of under-classmen still full of innocence. WilLiam was like an old classmate…
And when I once again saw the username “Liang Yue Wuyan” in the group, it felt like running into, after a successful career, that teacher who once swore I’d never amount to anything—
Tss. Why this sudden wave of petty satisfaction?!

 

705.
Oh God of CP, I’ve graduated! I’ve made it in life!

Unsurprisingly, I stumbled on that limited-edition poster signed by Gu Yiliang and me.
Accompanying the image: an in-depth analysis, a new interpretation of the timeline, fangirl squeals, and… an 800-character essay titled My Dad and Me.
Me: “… Doing one good deed a day really brings luck. More effective than sharing koi images for blessings.”
In this world, only a cough and the urge to show off are impossible to suppress.
Staring at the autographed poster, I sank into deep thought… then burst into a satisfied laugh inside.

 

706.
@WeiYanzi_William: Sharing a single · A cool you (@NetEase Cloud Music)
I welcome a breeze slightly cool, letting my heart open at your passing. [Rain][Rain]

 

707.
Phone in hand, I smiled foolishly as I looked at my own Weibo page.
Three little knocks came at the door and I looked up. Gu Yiliang poked his head inside, a mischievous smile on his lips.
In a flash, I rushed over to him, my voice trembling with impatience: “Why did you take so long?”
“I had a lot to prepare…” He rubbed the tip of his nose before adding: “I asked my assistant to book two movie tickets. Want to go together?”

 

Translator : DarNan