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I heard that every year during the Lunar New Year, lottery shops in Taiwan would increase the "winning probability". So, as the end of the year approached, Feng Zheng, who was having a lot of bad luck, specially chose a late night to put on a mask and go out to scratch a few scratch-off tickets to drive away some of his recent bad luck.

But when Feng Zheng arrived at the lottery shop and saw the dense crowd, he immediately chickened out...

"Damn it, nobody told me there were so many people squatting in the lottery shop in the middle of the night!" Feng Zheng grinned.

Ding-a-ling! I bought a hot drink at the door and waited a little while before the familiar sound of a bicycle bell came from afar.

"Feng Zheng!"

Having not seen Feng Zheng for a long time, Wang Xinling was very excited. Before she had even parked her bicycle, she waved her hands and subconsciously called out Feng Zheng's name.

But the girl regretted it as soon as she called out. As one of the recently popular F4, Feng Zheng is incredibly popular no matter what. If she called out Feng Zheng's name in public and was recognized, their long-awaited meeting would be ruined!

So she stared wide-eyed in a very cute and innocent way, and immediately covered her mouth.

"Pfft...cough cough..."

Feng Zheng almost spat out his water chestnut drink. He immediately pulled down the brim of his hat, looked around, and saw someone staring at him with a puzzled look. He then rushed over in a flurry.

Today, Feng Zheng was wearing a dark yellow-green coat with a loose fit. Since Wang Xinling was petite, Feng Zheng simply wrapped her up in the coat and quickly disappeared into the alleyway not far away.

In the cramped, dimly lit alley without streetlights, Wang Xinling, her pretty face slightly flushed and her hair disheveled, said shyly as Feng Zheng released her from his warm embrace:

"W-what's wrong? Is it something you're ashamed of?"

"It's not that I'm ashamed to be seen..."

Feng Zheng said helplessly, "You haven't even debuted yet. I've had so many negative news stories lately. What if they affect you?"

"Oh, I see~"

Wang Xinling seemed quite pleased with these words, a sweet smile spreading across her lips, and adorable dimples appearing on her cheeks.

Dimples and long eyelashes are your most beautiful features~

After a moment, as if she had thought of something, the smile on the girl's face disappeared, replaced by a sense of heartache and anxiety for Feng Zheng. She asked, "Hey, I've seen a lot of people talking about you lately, saying you're not sociable or something, but you're clearly not that kind of person."

Wang Xinling wore a white T-shirt and denim overalls today, with her thick hair casually draped over her shoulders, exuding a youthful and vibrant aura.

Even in this dark alley, she still shines.

"Of course not," Feng Zheng said, amused by her worried expression. As he explained, he reached out and ruffled her hair, saying, "Don't worry about me. How have you been lately? Is everything going well on set?"

Feng Zheng and Wang Xinling joined the production team at almost the same time. Feng Zheng is still watching "Meteor Garden" and Wang Xinling is probably still filming.

"The film crew..."

When this was mentioned, Wang Xinling's eyes darted away slightly before she smiled at Feng Zheng and said, "Don't worry, everything's going smoothly. Everyone's been taking good care of me."

"Zun Du is fake..." Feng Zheng looked incredulous.

"Don't talk about me!" Wang Xinling grabbed Feng Zheng's arm: "Hey, I've been feeling really dreamy lately. I never thought you would become a big star overnight. Now everyone around me is buying your posters. Some classmates even asked me to get your autographs because they know I know you."

"Ha ha……"

Feng Zheng seemed quite pleased with himself when this was mentioned, saying, "Now you know the benefits of being friends with a big star, right? I can easily sell a few autographed items and that would be enough to cover your living expenses."

When the topic of "living expenses" came up, Wang Xinling couldn't help but joke, "You must have made a lot of money lately, right?"

If any other woman had asked Feng Zheng this, he would have minded, but not Wang Xinling. Feng Zheng knew she had no bad intentions and was just curious, so he teased her, "It's enough to keep you as a mistress."

"Eh!"

Wang Xinling didn't expect Feng Zheng to be so indecent. She blushed and couldn't help but punch Feng Zheng with her fist.

After a few moments of playful banter, Wang Xinling took out the lunchbox that Feng Zheng recognized very well from her bag.

Feng Zheng brought this up when they arranged to meet, saying he hadn't eaten dinner and asked Wang Xinling to bring him some food. At the time, Wang Xinling was a little skeptical, thinking, "He's a big star now, why does he still need to eat a bento box I made?"

Didn't you say it didn't taste good?

Then I heard Feng Zheng say something cheeky:

"I just occasionally crave a meal that evokes memories of hardship."

Wang Xinling: "(╬￣ Pan￣)"

Regardless, since they hadn't seen each other for so long, and Feng Zheng had brought it up, how could she refuse?

"What did you make today?" Feng Zheng asked curiously.

When I opened it, wow, it was fragrant braised pork rice!

Braised pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, served with rice in a rich sauce, is a "national delicacy" in Taiwan.

It's just on the sweeter side...

fall!

"Wang Xinling, you're really going all out today!" Feng Zheng's eyes lit up.

"Tch~"

Wang Xinling rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's because you've been working so hard lately..."

Wang Xinling regretted her words halfway through. She didn't actually want to talk about Feng Zheng's recent negative comments, fearing that Feng Zheng would overthink it, but she had just blurted it out.

So she immediately waved her hand to cover it up, saying, "Isn't it just because you've been working hard filming lately, so I'm rewarding you?"

Feng Zheng glanced at Wang Xinling and couldn't help but find the way this silly girl was thinking of him strangely kind of cute...

"Do you have a spoon?" Feng Zheng asked.

"Are you going to eat here?" Wang Xinling pointed to the milk tea shop not far away. "Shall we order a drink and sit down inside to eat?"

"never mind……"

Feng Zheng waved his hand: "It's not easy to see you, so don't let anyone take pictures of you again."

Seeing that Wang Xinling had cutlery in her pocket, Feng Zheng immediately took out a spoon and started showing off with big mouthfuls.

"Eh..."

Wang Xinling wanted to stop him, but seeing how much he enjoyed eating, she couldn't bear to...

"Luckily, I brought water." She took out a pink thermos, which contained black tea that she had brewed at home. It smelled very good and was still steaming.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Watching Feng Zheng wolf down his food, Wang Xinling was momentarily confused as to whether he had become a big star or a fugitive. It felt like she was protecting a fugitive and bringing him food after he hadn't eaten for days.

"well……"

Watching Feng Zheng wearing a mask and hat, completely covered up, and even afraid to leave the alley, Wang Xinling sighed silently, feeling a pang of heartache...

The once sunny and handsome boy next door, now with the aura of a star, can only meet himself in such dark alleys. So is being a star a good thing or a bad thing?

Wang Xinling didn't know, and was too lazy to think about it. She asked, "Feng Zheng, can you come back for the New Year this year? My mom said she'd make your favorite Three Cup Chicken."

She was afraid of someone like Feng Zheng, who wouldn't be able to come back and have a peaceful New Year at the end of the year.

"My crotch is on fire!"

Feng Zheng waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, everything will be calm by the end of the year, at the latest by the end of this month."

With his oily hands, still wet with vegetable soup, Feng Zheng ruffled Wang Xinling's hair. He even made a smug face, pointing his thumb at his own nose and laughing:

"I said it!"

As the year draws to a close, fireworks have gradually started appearing on the streets. The dazzling fireworks in the distance illuminate the dim alley and also shine on Feng Zheng's confident face.

He's always like that—arrogant and prone to boasting.

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