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All the Way With You (Official Weibo) V:

#AllTheWayWithYou# Season 2.

I hear your voice.

I gaze into your eyes.

With you all the way, walking side by side, watching the scenery hand in hand @DuanXingyeSeen @ChengDuzhou

The trailer drops on February 1st at 21:00 sharp. Please look forward to the Lü Ye Shu Huai couple~

Tang Ning read the Weibo post several times before he could believe it was true. His breath grew weak. “How could this happen?”

For the past two days, he had been marketing heavily. The public was convinced Cheng Duzhou would choose the new drama over the romance variety show. Tang Ning himself was certain that by tying himself to the Movie Emperor, he could rise to the top through the new drama and teach Duan Xingye a lesson later.

However, the moment the official announcement for All the Way With You came out, not only did all his previous hype become free promotion for someone else, but he was also about to face a massive backlash of public opinion.

His manager stammered, “This… this…” for a long time, unable to form a sentence. While staring at his phone, a call suddenly came in.

He covered the receiver with one hand, nodding and saying yes timidly, but his expression grew increasingly ugly.

After a brief exchange, the manager hung up and spoke to Tang Ning with a grim look. “I heard that because Cheng Duzhou isn’t participating, the fans of the original novel are boycotting you heavily. The production team has decided to replace you.”

Tang Ning’s brain went buzz, turning completely blank.

He never expected the backlash to come so quickly.

Near evening, Cheng Duzhou returned to Shengxing from the producer’s office.

He went to his office to take a short break. Pushing open the door, he saw someone was already there, sitting in his seat.

It was Duan Xingye.

A snow-white down jacket framed his palm-sized face, making him look soft and obedient. However, several strands of his hair were highlighted white, hinting at the rebellious, restless spirit within.

At this moment, Duan Xingye’s dark eyes were staring at an earthenware decoration on the desk—the kind of DIY painting project for kids commonly found in parks.

The little rabbit holding its face was covered in brightly colored flowers. The brushstrokes were childish. Upon closer inspection, there were cracks and uneven patches of color, making the whole thing look tattered and garishly green—giving it a somewhat grotesque artistic vibe.

“Where did you get this thing?” Duan Xingye stared at the rabbit and asked, “Have I seen it before?”

The next second, a large hand with distinct knuckles grabbed the rabbit’s head, lifted it right in front of Duan Xingye’s face, and placed it on a nearby cabinet.

“If you have business, say it. I have a meeting.”

Duan Xingye’s eyelids lowered slightly, seemingly displeased. Like a dove occupying a magpie’s nest, he leaned back in the chair, lifting his chin toward the desk. “I’m delivering the script to you.”

To minimize the chance of artists making mistakes on reality shows and to leave a lasting impression on the audience, management teams usually designed behavioral patterns suitable for them—commonly known as a “persona.”

However, appearing on a romance variety show required not only focusing on the persona but also emphasizing the “CP atmosphere.” They couldn’t exactly tell the audience outright that it was a contract marriage and that there were no feelings involved. Therefore, included in the script was a storyline of how the two met and got married—processed and embellished based on reality.

Cheng Duzhou picked up the script and opened it. The first page was the Q&A for the trailer interview.

Question 1: [Describe the moment you fell for each other.]

[Cheng]:

I’ve known him since we were very young, but we were separated for a few years when I moved.

The next time I saw him was at a KTV, a gathering organized by friends. He sat in the crowd, glowing white, and looking good—but a different kind of good from when we were kids. Plus, that night he sang a Cantonese song, Rascal, and everyone was mesmerized. I can’t explain why, but I fell for him right then and there. After that, it was only natural to pursue him.

Cheng Duzhou: “…?”

[Duan]:

I didn’t have a specific moment of heart-fluttering, but I was moved by his sincerity.

“…”

The script was ten thousand miles away from reality.

When Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye met again at the KTV, they didn’t say a single word to each other. It was very much a “we don’t know each other” vibe.

Moreover, their flash marriage was purely for the certificate; there was no plotline involving a romantic pursuit.

Cheng Duzhou closed the cover. “Either you change the persona to something more reliable, or we both tell the truth.”

To Duan Xingye, “both tell the truth” sounded no different from “mutual destruction.”

He stared straight at Cheng Duzhou, his tone lazy. “It’s all acting anyway. What’s the problem with love at first sight or lust at first sight?”

Cheng Duzhou tossed the script back onto the desk. “Since it’s all acting, would ‘mutual affection and staying together day and night’ kill you?”

“…”

Who wants mutual affection with you…

Duan Xingye knew he didn’t have the patience to put on a show in the variety program, so he intended to be himself from the start.

But Cheng Duzhou was different—he was a born actor; he could make the fake look real.

Positioning Cheng Duzhou as the one who actively pursued the relationship not only provided the “fake sweetness” but also… let’s see who would dare call him an “abandoned husband” then.

Duan Xingye had his logic and gradually became pushy. “Do you agree or not?”

Cheng Duzhou was concise. “I don’t agree.”

Duan Xingye’s aura changed instantly. He gripped the armrest with one hand and uncrossed his elegantly folded long legs.

His snow-white skin was clean and translucent. The slightest emotional fluctuation caused a faint red to spread across his skin, and the more agitated he got, the wider it spread.

Because of this attribute, seeing him stripped naked in bed was a particular visual treat.

Cheng Duzhou gave him a deep look, refusing to indulge him. He walked to the coat rack beside the seat and began taking off his jacket.

Duan Xingye felt Cheng Duzhou ignoring him. His dark eyes watched him, his lips pressing into a thin, shallow line.

The air around them noticeably solidified.

Cheng Duzhou was waiting for Duan Xingye to slam the door and leave. But just as he shrugged off half his jacket, the other half was grabbed by slender, white fingers.

“…”

Duan Xingye used the leverage to stand up, took two steps closer, and buried his head into Cheng Duzhou’s chest.

—Like a pure white lamb, leading with its naive, tender little horns.

“You agree.”

Duan Xingye’s voice suddenly softened, sounding a bit petulant, hooking at the heart like a scratching kitten’s tail.

“…”

“Agree to it!”

The last syllable rose in pitch—aggressive, unreasonable, and domineering—yet it melted straight into the bones.

“…”

Cheng Duzhou looked straight ahead, caught off guard. A moment later, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his sharp Adam’s apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how many times he experienced it, Cheng Duzhou would always be hit in his fatal weak spot by this move.

Just like the art projects Duan Xingye was too lazy to do in kindergarten, the winter break homework he couldn’t finish in elementary school, the cover he needed to skip class for a concert in junior high… no matter how unreasonable the request, once he asked like this, Cheng Duzhou would briefly lose the ability to think.

“Cheng—Du—Zhou—”

Duan Xingye dragged out the syllables, drilling his hornless head against the man’s chest.

Drilling until the heart itched.

Cheng Duzhou extended his long fingers, clasping the back of Duan Xingye’s neck to stop him from moving.

After a long while, he steadied his breath, though his voice had become deep and husky without him realizing it. “Only for this interview. Don’t shove messy scripts at me for the rest of the recording.”

“Cheng Duzhou…” Duan Xingye looked up, seemingly disapproving.

Cheng Duzhou squeezed the fine, slender neck in his palm, cutting off his words, leaving no room for negotiation. “Calling me Daddy won’t work either.”

“I…”

Duan Xingye bristled.

When did I ever call you Daddy!

But the next second, perhaps not wanting to hear nonsense, or perhaps finding the current posture convenient, Cheng Duzhou pinched the back of his neck, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against the soft, water-colored lips.

“Mmph…”

Duan Xingye was unwilling but unable to break free, so he bit the tip of the man’s tongue in retaliation.

After staying in the office for another fifteen minutes, the meeting Cheng Duzhou was supposed to attend had long since started. Ironically, he was no longer in a rush and decided to walk Duan Xingye to the elevator first.

The entire building had central air conditioning on.

Unlike Duan Xingye, who was afraid of the cold, Cheng Duzhou left his jacket in the office. He wore only a dark cashmere sweater on top—soft material, loose fit—with the shadowed lines of his collarbone faintly visible at the neckline.

Thrown onto his naturally hanger-like physique, such clothes exuded an effortless sense of relaxation.

As the two walked through the open office floor, employees in rows of cubicles constantly cast glances their way, filled with astonishment.

The couple had been in the same company for two years, yet Duan Xingye had never come downstairs to see Cheng Duzhou. Thus, the sight of them walking together was truly rare. Combined with the All the Way With You announcement just now, could it be that the relationship between the “plastic husbands” was warming up?

Everyone secretly gossiped in their hearts.

The meeting rooms for the Acting Department were concentrated on the seventh floor, so there were many corridors cut between sections, winding and turning.

Duan Xingye followed behind Cheng Duzhou without thinking, engrossed in messaging Xiao Dai on his phone.

When he looked up, his eyes instantly caught a trace of broken skin at the edge of Cheng Duzhou’s collar.

—Tiny, fresh, and oozing with semi-coagulated blood red.

Duan Xingye’s eyelid twitched. “Cheng Duzhou.”

Cheng Duzhou stopped and turned to look at him. “What is it?”

Duan Xingye steadied himself and pulled Cheng Duzhou toward a corner, spotting a potted plant there that could provide cover.

However, neither of them noticed the black camera lens poking out from the greenery.

—It was placed there by Tang Ning’s cameraman before he went to eat.

At this moment, the livestream was still on. The audience, impacted by the official announcement released just minutes ago, was discussing heatedly.

“Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye have absolutely zero CP chemistry. Just imagining them on the show makes my scalp tingle with awkwardness. How am I supposed to ship this?”

” All the Way With You is confused. Season 1 had god-tier reviews; is Season 2 starting the rot with the guest lineup?”

“Inviting a universally known fake couple to a romance variety show… you need ten years of cerebral thrombosis to come up with this idea.”

“Cheng Duzhou and Duan Xingye are just grabbing cash. The production team only chases traffic and treats the audience like fools. I’m dropping this.”

Dissatisfied with the invited guests, netizens were cursing the production team along with them.

Right at this moment.

Two tall figures barged into the frame.

The bullet comments paused for an instant. Once they saw who it was, the viewer count in the top right corner jumped frantically.

Outside the lens.

Behaving as if no one else existed, Duan Xingye pulled back Cheng Duzhou’s rear collar and tugged it down a few inches.

Sure enough, on the lean, tight muscles of his back, streaks of tiny marks were visible, like scratches. Not serious.

But seeing them made Duan Xingye’s small face sink. He blurted out, “How many injuries did you actually get in Myanmar?”

“What?” Cheng Duzhou didn’t understand. “Where am I injured?”

Thinking Cheng Duzhou was playing dumb, Duan Xingye pulled his collar down a bit more. “You can’t see them?”

Duan Xingye was so annoyed by Cheng Duzhou’s seriousness when filming.

It wasn’t that being serious was wrong, but for dangerous shots that could be avoided, did Cheng Duzhou really have to be stubborn and do them himself? Was it necessary?

Cheng Duzhou looked back over his shoulder. His field of vision was limited, but he could still catch a glimpse of some bloody marks on his back—looking just like they were scratched by a cat’s claws.

—All fresh additions from last night.

Cheng Duzhou raised his eyes to look at Duan Xingye: “…”

“What are you looking at?” Duan Xingye snapped, fierce and aggressive. “Forget the ones on your hand and waist for now. I’m asking where these injuries came from? Speak.”

Cheng Duzhou licked the corner of his lips, hesitated for two seconds, and looked like he had a hard time explaining. “Don’t you think it’s time you cut your fingernails?”

Duan Xingye pursed his lips: “…”

The livestream chat instantly understood: …………

Duan Xingye lifted one of his “claws” to just below his eyes, stared at it for a while, then silently put it back behind his waist.

From the tips of his snow-white ears to his cheeks, a blush gradually spread.

The livestream went blank for a full two seconds, until a single bullet comment popped up, cautious and lacking confidence:

“Holy shit… is this actually kinda shippable?”

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Author’s Note:

President Cheng: Teacher Duan’s claws are very sharp.