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Translated by Eve

Edited by Kara

The news that Xiao Yuanmu had been found by the Xiao Family took the upper circles of the Capital by storm. Everyone lost their minds the moment his first private interview had been released. The storm circled around the Song Family, placing them at the centre of it all.

“Mr. Xiao, how have you attained such success at such a young age? Aside from talent and hard work, were you also given emotional support?” Zhou Nan held his phone up. He lowered his voice and read the answer: “Yes.”

“The interviewer’s question was that long, and he replied only with one word. Even in English, it’s just one word.” Zhou Nan laughed as he looked towards the others. He said to Xiao Shenglin, “Looks like Xiao Yuanmu still doesn’t speak much even in America.”

Xiao Shenglin smiled before casting a worried look towards Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe lazed back on the sofa, reading a fashion magazine, as if he didn’t care about what they were discussing at all.

“Then, will you tell us a bit about where this emotional support came from? From what I know—excuse me if I say anything offensive, but we heard that you had been raised at an orphanage in China before the Xiao Family found you. Did that support come from your orphanage’s director?”

“Xiao Yuanmu: The Director is like family to me,” Zhou Nan teased, “Look at that, he’s making progress with the length of his sentences. Oh, but just you wait. It improves drastically later on in this interview. I’ll read it out loud for you.”

“Mr. Xiao, are you implying that there is someone who isn’t family supporting you?”

“Xiao Yuanmu then said ‘yes.’ Here comes the important part.” Zhou Nan sat up straight. He cleared his voice while reading the bilingual report of the interview. “The journalist asked: Can you tell us a bit about them? Even if it’s just about the current status of your relationship with them.”

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“Xiao Yuanmu replied: I have a boyfriend. We’ve been together for nearly two years now. Although we’re in a long-distance relationship right now, we’re doing really well. We trust and love each other. He’s very supportive of my work—pfft, hahahahahahahahaha, I can’t keep reading this. Did the magazine make this up?”

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Song Xuanhe glanced at him dryly. He rolled his eyes and then looked away.

Zhou Nan crawled up and flopped onto the sofa that Song Xuanhe was sitting on. He asked with a smile, “Song Er, didn’t you say that the two of you had broken up?”

“Piss off.” Song Xuanhe shoved his face away.

“It doesn’t seem like the two of you have broken up.” Zhou Nan sat beside him, forcing him to shift over. “And, here I was watching my words, so as to avoid hurting your heartbroken heart. Turns out, you were deceiving us all along.”

“It’s up to you whether you believe me or not.” Song Xuanhe kicked at him. He then sat up and fixed his shirt that had risen a bit. There was a sound of impatience in his voice as if he had been sleeping, and someone had just woken him up. “If you’re done reading, go away. Dad wants to sleep.”