Lin Yifan froze instantly, the smile that had just appeared on his lips stiffening.
He t Fu Shihan’s cold gaze, held his breath, montarily unsure of what to say.
Yixin Couple...
How to explain this...
It’s about being wholehearted...
His CP pairing with his goddess, and he’s even the leader of the fandom...
But he can’t say that. If he says it out loud, he’d really et an early demise.
"Brother Han, you see, I’m actually quite helpless in this situation."
Lin Yifan pondered for a long ti, finally squeezing out a few words.
"I’m an idol artist now, and as you know, whether it’s solo stans or CP fans, we need to cultivate so, right?"
"So you’ve decided to cultivate it on my wife?" Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow, walking toward him.
"Don’t co over!"
Lin Yifan curled up in a corner, seeing him approaching, feeling incredibly anxious.
He truly couldn’t beat him, he had tried several tis during school, always ending in miserable defeat.
How miserable he couldn’t bear to recall, anyhow, it left an indelible scar and impact on his young mind.
Now as long as Fu Shihan gives him a look, he fears getting beaten.
He’s clearly an adult now, his dad hasn’t hit him for years... so why does he still have to suffer this bullying, whimper...
Feeling wronged.
Fu Shihan stood in front of him, looking at the heavy costu he was wearing, considering how much force would be needed to make this kid hurt.
Once an actor for a long ti, the drama becos particularly rich, even if it doesn’t hurt, they act like their bones are broken.
"Don’t tell you just found out about this recently." Fu Shihan sneered at him.
"Right..."
"Not tired of getting beaten yet?"
If Fu Shihan believed him, only then would he be a fool.
His feelings for Su Wanxin, Fu Shihan had known about them for years.
"Brother Fan, haven’t I treated you quite well these years?" Fu Shihan chuckled faintly, speaking softly.
"Brother, I’m wrong, I really am, don’t do this!"
Lin Yifan panicked as soon as he heard him call him that.
"I’ll imdiately tell them to correct their mistake! I’ll have them ship you and my Wan God as a couple! The two of you can be... be called Hanxin? No, Fu Su? Also doesn’t sound nice..."
Lin Yifan racked his brains, then a flash of light flickered in his mind, and he slapped his thigh, saying—
"Wealthy! You two can be called Wealthy Couple!"
Fu Shihan: "..."
Did he ruin this guy’s brain back then?
Probably not, because even before he beat him, he was already this silly, it had nothing to do with him.
"Brother, vulgar is classy, you understand this logic, right? And it’s simple and clear, others understand imdiately what it ans!"
"Seeing others pairing you with Wanwan makes you feel particularly pleased, huh?"
Fu Shihan wasn’t soone whose mind could easily be distracted; he returned to the original topic, causing Lin Yifan’s expression to stiffen again.
Soon after, the lounge echoed with muffled cries of distress.
Lin Yifan cared about his image, he didn’t want to shout, but he couldn’t help it.
It hurt too much.
Fortunately, Brother Han didn’t hit his face, or he wouldn’t be able to shoot the scene.
After dealing with him, Fu Shihan began asking about other things.
Fu Shihan didn’t check Weibo or follow the entertainnt circle, so he was initially unaware of the situation between Lin Yifan and Su Wanxin.
Today, he happened to drive by, and Jiang Cheng spilled the beans.
Only then did Fu Shihan realize just how sensational his wife’s CP pairing with soone else was on the internet.
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