From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 92: Sian, You Heartless Boy

When Sian stepped out of the bathroom, he found that Lan Qisheng was sitting on his bed, while Jiao Liangchen was also seated on his own. The two of them were staring at each other like eternal enemies, their gazes sharp as daggers.

Sian sat across from Lan Qisheng, ignoring the obvious gleam in the other’s deep navy blue eyes. He recounted every single event from the previous night with meticulous detail, not missing a thing. Sian had always possessed an exceptional memory, though he was unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse, as it forced him to remember every detail of every event in his life.

Regarding the perverted fat man whose corpse Sian had left in the forest, Lan Qisheng spoke with a deep and serious expression after listening to everything: "Tell me the location of the body, and I’ll take care of the rest."

Of course, by "the rest," the colonel meant he would clean up the crime scene and erase any traces of Sian and the others. As for the girl? Sian stated that she wouldn’t say anything—he trusted his lover’s intuition.

Before Sian could provide the coordinates, Jiao Liangchen spoke first: "I’ve already taken care of everything. There’s no need to worry about it anymore."

After saying this, he paused for a moment, then looked into Sian’s eyes and added, "Why don’t we head to the dining hall now? It’s mealtime, and the live broadcast should be starting soon. Shall we go down? You must be hungry too."

Naturally, all of Jiao Liangchen’s words and concerns were directed at Sian alone.

Sian was pondering when and how Jiao Liangchen had handled the matter. Even Lan Qisheng was scrutinizing the man carefully. Only then did he realize that Jiao Liangchen didn’t seem like an ordinary person—at least not an idol, perhaps a secret agent or something along those lines. (Good morning, idiot.)

Jiao Liangchen didn’t mind the stares from the two; he wasn’t the least bit nervous about his identity or his presence here. Instead, he asked Sian if they should head to the dining hall.

Of course, the moment the word "food" was mentioned...

The moment food was mentioned, the teenager’s eyes lit up like a brilliant, shining star. Jiao Liangchen wished he could be pulled into those gemstone-like orbs or that they would look at him alone, reflecting only his image forever.

Suppressing those complex and ugly emotions deep within his heart, Jiao Liangchen quietly observed Sian, waiting for the young man’s response.

Sian forgot all thoughts about Jiao Liangchen’s secrets and eagerly looked forward to enjoying a delicious meal.

There was no way Sian would refuse anything related to food. He was just about to agree and stand up when he finally remembered the presence of Lan Qisheng, who had a displeased expression on his face. However, the moment Sian turned to look at him, Lan Qisheng instantly adopted a weak and sorrowful demeanor, gazing at him pitifully—like an abandoned puppy.

Jiao Liangchen: "..." He was on the verge of asking, "Do you have no dignity?" but swallowed the words impatiently.

Of course, if Lan Qisheng had heard his question, he would have proudly declared that when it came to his beloved, dignity, shame, or anything of the sort was meaningless. He would do whatever it took to win Sian’s attention, regardless of his image.

"You, go back to work. Since you’re not needed here, book a ticket and leave today. I’m sure you’ve left a mountain of unfinished work behind. If your grandfather hears about this, he’ll break your legs— all three of them—without mercy."

"Darling, how could you say that?"

"Anyway, just go. I’m not like you—I have work to do, and I don’t want any trouble or issues here. Leave immediately."

Sian didn’t fall for Lan Qisheng’s act or fake vulnerability and mercilessly drove him away. He even pulled out his phone and booked a plane ticket for the man while they were heading to the dining hall.

Of course, the powerful colonel still managed to get Sian to let him join them at the dining hall—but only after a fierce battle and tremendous effort (he totally didn’t nearly cry, beg, or kneel for this opportunity. No, not at all).

In any case, even the director ultimately agreed to let Lan Qisheng sit at the table. After all, he wanted to attract more audience using this unexpected VIP guest who had practically delivered himself to their doorstep. As a cunning and money-minded director, how could he pass up the opportunity to feature someone as powerful and wealthy as Lan Qisheng?

Let’s ignore how exactly the director found out about the man’s identity—wasn’t it simply because a certain narcissist wanted to locate Sian at any cost and carelessly exposed himself as the CEO of the most powerful corporation under the Lan family? A secret that had remained hidden for years, the man who had never once stepped in front of the camera had finally emerged from the shadows.

This would be exclusive news for their show, Top Star! The director was on the verge of fainting from excitement, let alone rejecting Lan Qisheng’s presence at the breakfast table. If the man had asked to sit at the judge’s table, the director would have agreed in a heartbeat.

This time, Sian didn’t run into Song Zijian and his group. He quietly sat at the far end of the table, but the moment he did, both chairs beside him were pulled out. Lan Qisheng and Jiao Liangchen each took a seat on either side of him.

For some reason, Sian felt as if he was surrounded by two beasts who despised each other. He feared that if a fight broke out, he would be torn apart in the middle. If it were up to him, he would have let them sit next to each other rather than forcing him into this uncomfortable position.

The moment the food was brought out, however, Sian forgot all his irrational concerns about monsters. His focus shifted entirely to the steaming dishes before him.

Unfortunately, since it was only breakfast, he couldn’t order much, but that didn’t mean the table lacked food.

Sian ate until he was full without a care in the world, completely oblivious to whether the two men beside him ate or not.

After all, they both had hands—they could serve themselves.

If they wanted to eat, they could.

If they didn’t, well, that was their choice, and it had nothing to do with him.

If I hadn’t seen those two competing to fill Sian’s plate with the most delicious food, completely forgetting to serve themselves, I might have believed he truly had nothing to do with it.

...Sian, you heartless boy.