Mr. Yuan is Always Unhappy - Chap 91

CH91 – EXTRA 5: EVERYDAY I WAKE UP TO SEE THE GROUP LEADER ACTING PRETENTIOUS

The day that he resented me for being too meddling, we ultimately parted on bad terms. Nevertheless, the following night he continued to act like nothing happened and called me cheerfully, asking: “What are you doing? Come play with me.”

I didn’t say anything, not wanting to acknowledge him. I thought to myself, Play play play, go play on your own.

He continued to say: “Come over. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Such a normal sentence, yet with him saying it, it sounded like every word was dripping downwards to congeal into one word: horny.

What a real fucking slut.

The more he was like this, the less I wanted to follow his wishes. Answering with an indifferent ‘not going’, I hung up. In order to stop him from calling over relentlessly like before, I also dragged his phone number into the block list at the same time.

By this time, I can already tell. Don’t just judge on how he tries to seduce me everyday. Actually, he didn’t have any thoughts of like or dislike towards me. In the past, the only reason he had for wanting to top me was probably because he thought I was fairly good-looking. Now he was enjoying it too much from being topped by me and has begun acting horny towards me everyday. He still had a slight sense of shame before. Ever since doing it and experiencing the real deal, he’d start taking off his belt without a word and laying down in bed, saying he needed it whenever we met alone in person.

How could there be such an stupid, horrible, lusty, and despicable fellow in this world.

I’m, at the very least, also considered a scheming kind of guy. Yet despite all of my calculations, I never predicted that I’d fall into this kind of muddy pit. To actually fall in love with an annoying bastard like this, what could be more fcking worrisome?

Really fucking mentally exhausting. I couldn’t keep wasting time and emotions on this kind of dumbass. I needed to cut the losses promptly and refuse to continue getting involved with him.

The next day, I stayed in the company until past 10pm practicing singing before returning home. As soon as I entered the door, I heard Zhao ZhengYi say: “Leo came to find you. I said that you weren’t here. He didn’t even believe me and insisted on going to your room to take a look. Before he left, he told me to tell you, give him a call when you return.”

I made a noise of acknowledgement. Naturally, I didn’t make this phone call.

Privately I hid and refused to meet with him. When there’s a job, however, there’s no way I could avoid him. He was really a dumbass. I was already acting so obviously, yet when we met in person, he still approached me with all smiles and asked me in an extremely suggestive tone if I wanted to go to his place at night.

His heartless and thoughtless behavior made me feel even more gloomy. I didn’t want to bother with him at all and turned around bluntly to speak with other people.

If he threw a temper at this time and then rambled unpleasant words at me again, I probably would have just beat him up, beat him up so bad that he’d remember for the rest of his life to never provoke me again.

But he didn’t. He just stood to the side and glared at me for a while before dropping his responsibilities and walked off in fury.

On the contrary, I had to smother a stomach full of anger, unable to vent it anywhere.

When it was time for our group to perform, the group leader wasn’t present. The agent made up an excuse to the organizer and said Leo had a fever and really couldn’t stay.

For an entire week afterwards, Leo didn’t appear again. Nor did he give me another phone call. He didn’t even answer the phone when the agent called him. For three consecutive commercial performances, he didn’t appear. Online, the media started to say our group had internal strife; that the group leader Leo was being alienated; that the group was in danger of disbanding.

The agent was naturally worried. He asked us to check his house. I found a reason to not go. The group mates went. When they returned, they said that he was playing DOTA at home, not busy at all.

The group mates didn’t say it to my face, but everyone’s attitudes clearly said that this was all my fault.

Sure enough, the agent swiftly came over to have a chat with me, telling me to stop making Leo unhappy because of a brief moment of anger, that this wasn’t good for me personally, nor was it beneficial to the group. He also said: “Coincidentally, it’s Carl’s birthday. Call Leo out to play together. During this time, you can say some pleasant words to coax him happy and provide him some steps to climb down. Hurry and get over this matter immediately. You guys just became popular. You guys definitely can’t afford this kind of mess. You’re a smart person. Don’t do stupid things.”

He was very serious. I was very clear of the stakes here. I also felt very apologetic, making my group mates feel burdened by me. Therefore, I had no choice but to nod my head and agree.

At night, we arranged to meet at the bar. I needed to acknowledge the error of my ways and apologize, and make Leo happy so that he doesn’t miss group activities again.

It was clear to see, if I really left him, our band won’t be able to last for more than a few days. It’s not only because of the resources that his big brother provided us, but more importantly, we had only gained a tiny bit of fame. If the group leader wanted to quit the band, how could there be any further development?

Even if we couldn’t date, it’s not like we can stop being group mates. If I couldn’t even build my career relationship here, then what was the point of me putting on a smiling face, pretending to be a good person, hanging out together, and even getting in bed with him for the most of last year?

Afraid that we’d be recognized, we sat in the corner booth. None of us had our hair styled or make-up on. We also did our best to wear very low-profile clothes. However, Leo, who arrived late, was dressed extremely ostentatiously. Luckily, we weren’t that popular yet. The lighting inside the bar was also dim so we weren’t recognized.

My group mates very self-consciously opened up the seat next to me. Without saying anything, he sat down directly beside me.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, everyone was chattier than usual. On the surface, this table looked very joyous and harmonious.

Before coming, Carl had already received the agent’s instructions. Right now, he was desperately shooting glances at me.

I knew what he meant, but despite having the words of goodwill right on the tip of my tongue, I couldn’t get them out. Internally, I felt so displeased I was ready to explode.

Leo seduced me first. Yet when I got serious and wanted to talk emotions with him, he said that he didn’t want to date me like he was in the right or something. Clearly, it was he who screwed me over, but right now I have to apologize and make him happy.

Perhaps my expression looked too unsightly, Carl was afraid I’d say something unpleasant; he hastily raised his beer and called for everyone to drink together.

I drank half a sip. As soon as I put the cup down, Leo nudged me under the table with his leg.

I didn’t evade. Nor did I respond.

Not only did he dress himself like a male peacock in heat, he also sprayed a powerful cologne, which had a thick aroma of carnal desires, completely matching his horny nature 100%.

I had always thought that I was very good at self-control, never obsessing over anything, including sex. However, he only needed to rub against me with his thigh for me to suddenly start burning.

Including today, we haven’t seen each other for seven and a half days. In these seven and a half days, I’ve actually been thinking about him every single minute.

When I found him annoying, I could pretend to be unaffected in a passable manner. Now that I like him, however, I couldn’t pretend to not like him. In the past, I was able to suppress my annoyance towards him to flatter him. Right now, do I also need to suppress my affections, and pretend I didn’t care that he only saw me as a fuck buddy; do I have to say with a smile “Let’s reconcile”?

I don’t think I can do it.

For a long time, I refused to speak. My group mates panicked and stopped beating around the bush. They all started to persuade us to hurry up and bury our hatches.

He looked at me and tentatively placed his hand on my shoulder. Seeing that I didn’t object, he finally said with a cheerful smile: “Who’s arguing with whom? You guys stop stirring up trouble already. The two of us are fine.”

I didn’t reply. Afraid that the atmosphere might become awkward, Carl randomly picked a topic and said: “Since you didn’t come out the last few days, you almost missed a major turning point in Tomas’s life.”

Hearing these words, both Leo and I froze.

Carl said in a very gossipy voice: “In the afternoon, he was whispering sweet nothings to shimei in the company staircase, with grabbing and hugging involved. I saw the entire thing.”

Saw my ass. This afternoon, I encountered that shimei in the company. She said she was invited to act in a supporting role for this idol drama. I congratulated her. Such a simple thing. Just look at what it turned into after his enhancements?

I didn’t even have a chance to explain. Leo already turned his head and asked me with an expression like his whole demeanor was about to change: “Is he talking about the woman last time? You’re friendly with her now?”

His hand was placed on my shoulder. His thigh was still rubbing against me. One second previously, he was still pitifully acting indecent. Now, his hand has increased in strength. His expression has also changed distinctly. His two eyes were glaring at me, big and round, like a cat who had its tail stepped on, fur practically standing upwards.

……was he jealous?

I almost laughed out loud. This was practically an unexpected turn of event. This dumbass. Insisting vehemently that he didn’t want to date me, yet after hearing that I might be intimate with someone else, now he’s behaving like this? How could he be so cute, fuck.

If it weren’t for the people next to us, I would have really kissed him.

While he was still glaring at me, my phone started vibrating. This just happened to give me the chance to lower my head and cover up the expression that I was about to reveal.

I pulled out my phone. The word that flashed on the screen, coincidentally, was that shimei’s name.

Leo clearly also saw it and promptly inquired: “Why is she calling?”

I suppressed a smile and said: “How am I supposed to know without answering?”

Actually I knew. In the afternoon, she was asking me for the contact information of someone in the same field. I heard Zhao ZhengYi say that he was pretty good friends with that person. Therefore, I agreed to help her make some inquiries. She’s calling right now probably about this.

It was too loud here. I went to the side to answer the phone call. Sure enough, this was what she wanted to ask. It seemed fairly related to the idol drama that she’s about to film, and she was in quite the hurry. I had no choice but to hang up first and then give Zhao ZhengYi a call to ask him. He sent the phone number to me. I transferred it to shimei.

When I returned, I discovered that Leo was no longer in his seat. A group mate said he went to the bathroom.

As soon as I sat down, he returned. However, he didn’t enter the booth, but said while standing outside: “I have an arrangement with someone, so I’m leaving first.”

Saying this, he pointed at the door.

Sure enough, there was someone waiting there for him. It was hard to see their looks clearly from afar. I could only see that it was a pretty young looking man, a stranger.

The birthday boy was Carl. He spoke up, saying: “Don’t leave in a hurry. Is this also your friend? You can call him over to play together.”

Leo said with a beaming smile: “Not a friend, a special encounter. Met just now and in a hurry to book a hotel. You guys keep playing. I’m going.”

A few minutes and already a successful hunt. Really quite impressive. I was even about to stand up and applaud.

He might have also thought the same since he had an smug and immensely proud expression on his face. When leaving, he was even holding that man’s hand.

That day after I returned home, I threw away the AJ shoes he gave me.

One night a few days later, he suddenly came to my house and said he figured it out, that he liked me.

I told him, I also liked him.

Then we got together and henceforth started a happy life together.

Like hell.

We did get together. However, he continued to flirt and play hooky with others outside. Whenever I can’t stand it anymore, I’d beat him up. Yet I didn’t do it as viciously as his big brother. After all, I had used him to climb up the ladder. If I really beat him into a pighead everyday, I don’t need to hang in the entertainment circle anymore. Even if he didn’t change his demeanor, the agent would never let me off.

The agent and group mates gradually became aware that we had something together. This wasn’t a secret anyways. However, everyone seemed to believe that I was the one being pushed down. He asked me if it’s possible to just let everyone keep this misconception. I knew his habit of acting pretentious was flaring again and expressed that I didn’t mind.

Another half a year passed like this. Our group experienced two major changes. First, our agent jumped ship and went to work for another company. Second, we released our second album. Thanks to the catchy lyrics and tune, as well as a perfect marketing, the main title song swiftly became extremely popular, annihilating everything else. Our fame also increased by leaps and bounds. The company started designing new paths for us. For example, Carl, who was very good at adapting in variety shows, very quickly received an invitation to become a regular member of a reality show. Abel had exceptional singing skills. He will release his first single as a solo vocalist by the end of the year. I was assigned to advanced acting classes to prepare for my career transfer into film and television.

With the current situation in domestic entertainment, a performance group is not a good long-term plan. Everyone has to fly solo sooner or later.

We won’t be together forever.

I also moved ‘breaking up with him’ up the agenda.

Should I wait until the Weibo fans reach 10 million? Or wait until I sign officially into a film group? Both seemed to work, with good timing. I am already standing steady and no longer need him to hand me the microphone during interviews. During interviews right now, I have so many reporters handing me the microphone, I can’t even hold them all.

It’s not that I don’t like him. I also know that it’s not like he doesn’t like me. However, a few months ago, I finally thought this through. He can’t change his teddy nature. No matter how I beat him to death or fuck him to death, it’s no use.

Just like right now. Yesterday night, I had fucked him until he became incontinent of urine. When he woke up in the morning, he couldn’t even close his legs. Yet right now, he’s here in my advanced acting class, supposedly to visit me; I was called out by the teacher for a brief talk. It took me a blink of an eye to return and he was already playing Shiba Mo with a female classmate in the back row.

Did you want to ask, does this make me angry? I can only answer, can I afford to be angry? If even a little thing like this made me angry, then I would have died of anger a long time ago. This was only the stuff that I could see. Where I can’t see, there’s even more. Last month, I went to do a job in another part of the country. He was filmed secretly meeting with a popular online idol in the middle of the night. Other than giving him a vicious beating, what else can I do?

He was practically addicted to getting beaten up. Probably, he also knew that I wouldn’t do it too hard. At the very beginning, he still resisted. Now whenever I start, he’d start cooperating consciously. He’s really fucking enjoying getting beat up.

Because I had already made up my mind about ending this relationship, in the last few times I beat him, I’d purposely mentioned the words ‘breaking up’. Every time, he’d always reacted very strongly, even going so far as to hug my thighs shamelessly and say: not breaking up, I absolutely refuse to break up.

Whenever this happened, my heart would soften unexpectedly. If only he was always this well-behaved…… unfortunately, he’s never well-behaved for more than 3 seconds.

In November, I went to Haikou, Hainan to film a movie version of a reality show that was very popular this year. He wasn’t scheduled to work around this time, so he insisted on going with me.

After filming the movie, we made a detour to Sanya, Hainan. We planned to play there for a week and then return. After that week, we each had our own jobs to do.

In the first three to four days, we had a lot of fun everyday. He liked to play in the water and was pretty good at swimming, surfing, and diving. He even said that when we grow old, he’ll buy a beach house here for our retirement life. I said, by that time we won’t even be able to swim or surf, why live here? He said, we can hold hands and pick up seashells hahaha.

The next day after saying these words, we broke up.

The catalyst was actually pretty complicated. I had a pretty good relationship with our previous agent. After he jumped ship, he continued to contact me privately, attempting to persuade me to transfer over, promising all sorts of generous treatments and benefits. I didn’t want to make our relationship too awkward so I had no choice but to reply with insincere courtesy. The last few days, he learned that I was resting out of town and vacationing, so he contacted me more frequently. In the span of one day, he can send me over a dozen messages on WeChat, logically and emotionally analyzing the future prospects of my development. When not busy, I’d occasionally reply a line or two to express my deep regret for rejecting his offer. However, in the last few days, he texted too much. In the end, I basically stopped looking.

Separately, there was my ex-girlfriend. While I waited on the beach while Leo went swimming, I received a phone call from her. It’s been a very long time since she contacted me. I thought she might be living pretty well off; however, she was actually quite unlucky. She had just broken up with her #nth sugar daddy, but discovered that she was pregnant. When she had it examined, it was even an ectopic pregnancy. She couldn’t live like that and needed to first borrow some money. I didn’t ask too much about the details. Coincidentally, my cell phone was almost out of batteries too. Therefore, I just said that I’d transfer her money after I get back to the hotel at night.

After Leo had enough fun, we returned to the hotel to take a shower. When I came out, my cellphone was pretty much charged. He flipped through the luggage in search of clothes. At that time, I transferred some money to my ex-girlfriend, changed clothes, and then the two of us went downstairs to eat.

In the last few days, we rented a car. Tomorrow, we were heading back so the arrangement was to return the car tonight. The car rental called over. Leo ate his fill and didn’t want to move so I went by myself.

There was no issue with the car. There was a brief inspection to verify this. All in all, it only took around ten minutes. When I returned, Leo was still sitting by the dining table. The ice cream in front of him had completely melted.

I said: “I told you, you won’t be able to eat all of that, yet you insist on ordering it. Hasn’t it gone completely to waste now?”

His expression didn’t look quite right.

I asked in confusion: “What’s the matter?”

He looked towards the cellphone in my hand and said: “You grabbed the wrong phone just now when you left. That’s mine.”

The car rental had called his phone just now. I answered. When I left, I also ended up grabbing the same cellphone. We bought our phone cases together. They had similar appearances. Without a closer look, it was hard to tell the difference.

I still didn’t feel like anything was wrong and said: “Next time when we buy phone cases, we can buy two of different colors to avoid grabbing the wrong one all day.”

He said in a heavy tone: “Your ex-girlfriend called saying she received the money.”

He didn’t like my ex-girlfriend. I hardly mentioned this person in front of him. Sometimes, when he remembered her, he’d mouth off a few personal insults regarding her and I’d pretend not to hear it. I also wasn’t planning to tell him about her borrowing money from me this time.

However, since he found out, then he found out. It’s not something shameful. I didn’t even lend her a huge amount.

“You’re quite nostalgic.” Unsurprisingly, he sounded ambiguously sarcastic: “Getting along pretty well with your ex-girlfriend and former agent. Not only out of personal interests, but also rather intimate.”

Pondering briefly, I can pretty much guess that he saw the WeChat record of the conversation I had with my former agent. Thus I said: “He’s not doing well over there and wants to drag someone over to strengthen his backing. I didn’t accept.”

He unlocked my cell phone and turned the screen around for me to see. He said while gnashing his teeth: “Stop saying all that useless stuff and just tell me straight, what does his words mean here?”

I was somewhat bewildered and accepted the phone to take a look. As usual, the former agent said a pile of words, attempting to persuade me to abandon ship and switch companies. There was a passage in the middle: “You have the ability and the cunningness, otherwise you wouldn’t have coaxed Leo so well that he listens to your every word. He had such good opportunities, yet Leo would rather have you pick first than use them on himself. This is what I admire the most about you. To survive in this circle, talent doesn’t decide everything. You can handle people accordingly by seeing through their desires. Yet despite this, he still thinks that you’re treating him well sincerely from the bottom of your heart. You’re the only artist I’ve seen like this. I can’t promise that I can assist you into any specific position, but I can say that I’m the scouting agent who understands you the best.”

Me: “……”

He said furiously: “Speak! What does it mean by ‘coax Leo so well that he listens to your every word’?”

What should I say here?

He looked at me for a moment, complexion gradually turning pale as he asked: “Why are you not talking? Are you admitting it? You became my bro, hung out with me, dated me, all to coax me happy, so I can give you resources?”

I wanted to tell him ‘it wasn’t entirely for that’, but clearly ‘not entirely’ and ‘not at all’ were two phrases as different as the sky and earth.

He charged over and threw a punch at me. I didn’t dodge nor feel the pain.

He dropped his cellphone. The screen shattered like a spider web.

I vaguely remembered. This phone was the one I had given him half a year ago. He actually used a phone for more than half a year.

He threw my luggage out of the hotel room.

He had thrown countless tempers at me before in the past, but it wasn’t until this time that I finally realized, when he’s truly angry, he doesn’t curse or swear. I’d rather hear him yell at me and send greetings to my ancestors to the 18th generation like before. At least that way, he was still willing to look at me while speaking. Not like right now. He stood with his back facing me and said only one thing: “Get lost.”