Everyone was wearing a black question mark face.
This twist-filled plot was too intense.
The bystanders eating popcorn didn’t dare to pick sides casually anymore, aside from showing confused expressions.
Only a few groups of fans were still enthusiastically tearing into each other.
The results of Yang Qifei’s blood and urine tests came out quickly.
Even the half-smoked cigarette he hadn’t finished confirmed that Yang Qifei had indeed used drugs.
He was temporarily detained, and the police contacted Xie Yan’s secretary again.
The secretary and Yang Qifei’s agent brought them to Yang Qifei’s apartment.
It was in a high-end residential complex, and many celebrities lived there due to its excellent security.
Naturally, the paparazzi watching closely were not few.
When the secretary and the agent appeared with the police, combined with the online exposés about Yang Qifei, everyone was clear on what was going on.
Those secretly observing were already itching to move.
After the security guards checked the police IDs, they followed them upstairs.
The person in charge had the apartment key, so the group easily entered the apartment without trouble.
“We don’t know when he got involved with drugs, but there’s a small room he never lets us or the cleaning staff enter,” the agent said while leading them over, recalling past events.
“Once, he had a party. When I came over in the morning, I saw what looked like white powder.”
The group arrived at the door of the room.
The agent twisted the doorknob but it didn’t turn.
“It’s locked.”
The security guard called a locksmith who managed to open the door.
The room was small and dimly lit.
The agent drew the curtains aside and switched on the lights, finally brightening the space.
Inside, the room was cluttered with all sorts of messy items.
In the far corner stood an inconspicuous safe.
The locksmith opened the safe, which took some time due to the complicated lock.
When the safe door opened, there were neatly stacked dozens of cigarette boxes, the same brand Yang Qifei usually smoked.
At the bottom was a small box.
Opening it revealed a bag of white powder.
The police put on gloves and took everything out for inspection.
The cigarettes smelled the same as the half-smoked cigarette tested positive for heroin.
The box contained nearly 400 grams of heroin.
“Take everything away.” The officers solemnly packed all the evidence into evidence bags.
Such a large quantity, plus the suspicion of group drug use, was already a major criminal case.
They found people to carry the safe away, then locked the door and left together.
As the police left the complex with the evidence, they were blocked at the entrance by reporters who had caught wind of the news.
Since the case wasn’t settled yet, the police couldn’t say anything.
The complex’s security helped keep the excited reporters at bay, and only then did the group leave smoothly.
Yang Qifei’s agent accompanied the police to the complex, and when they came out holding evidence bags, although they said nothing, all the evidence pointed to Yang Qifei’s drug use.
Only a small portion of fans refused to believe it.
The news headline “Popular Young Actor Arrested for Drug Use” was finally confirmed three days later on Shen City Police’s Official Weibo.
The police issued a notice: [Yang XX used drugs, and a huge quantity—nearly 400 grams—was found at his home. He has been arrested and the case is under further investigation.[
The notice included a censored photo of Yang Qifei’s daily life.
Those familiar recognized him instantly.
This completely confirmed Yang Qifei’s drug use.
Fans who were previously full of fighting spirit suddenly fell silent.
Following the police report, major media outlets all published related coverage.
In his explosive year of fame, Yang Qifei had become too arrogant.
With financial backers supporting him, he acted even more brazenly, offending many people in the industry.
After the news broke, those holding grudges secretly pushed harder.
Yang Qifei’s background, education, and life were all dug up.
Even former coworkers who had worked side-by-side with him came forward with photos to prove it.
Yang Qifei’s gentle male god image completely collapsed.
Rational fans abandoned him, while the irrational ones, driven by love turned to hate, trampled on him.
As for his “Please give me a break” post on Weibo, no one cared anymore.
Or maybe a tiny fraction still noticed the connection between the two events.
[Whispering: Didn’t anyone notice that the person who took the police to search the house was Yang Qifei’s agent?]
[I noticed early on. Whispering again: I suspect it was under President Xie’s orders.]
[Replying to above: One is President He, the other President Xie. You could say they’re fiercely protective.]
In any case, anyone with eyes could see through it.
Don’t be fooled by Xiaobao’s soft and adorable appearance—none of the men behind him are to be trifled with.
As the ancient saying goes, don’t court death recklessly.
Yang Qifei was the classic example of courting death.
Once the truth came out, the matter settled.
People were forgetful; after new hot topics emerged, attention quickly shifted.
Yang Qifei’s heat vanished in less than two days.
However, Xie Xiaobao genuinely gained a fresh batch of fans.
His Weibo followers surpassed the 50 million mark, exceeding the popularity of top-tier celebrities.
Yet with such high attention, Xie Xiaobao wasn’t happy at all.
He was even a bit worried—too many fans meant more exposure.
Previously, he could casually wander out to eat, but now he had to secretly wear a mask.
The paparazzi knew the crew was filming here and had camped outside the Film Base entrance, hoping to snap some photos of Xie Xiaobao to boost their attention.
Xie Xiaobao scowled at the crew’s boxed lunches—he had eaten nothing but boxed meals for three whole days!
Old Wang was helpless.
After the scandal broke, he stayed close to Xie Xiaobao.
Now that the heat had passed but Xiaobao’s popularity soared again, everyone grew especially curious about him.
Even ordering takeout had to be done cautiously, worried that rabid fans or paparazzi might sneak into the set.
Just to be safe, Xie Xiaobao could only eat takeout with a furrowed brow.
He Yu listened to him grumble about how awful the boxed meals were, feeling both heartache and amusement.
He cleared his throat, suppressing a laugh.
“I’ll come over this afternoon. What do you want to eat?”
Xie Xiaobao instantly brightened and rattled off a long list of desired foods.
Then, feeling guilty about troubling He Yu, he reluctantly said, “Just bring the signature durian cake from that hotel we went to last time. If you buy too much, I won’t be able to finish it.”
He Yu could imagine the frowning, pouty face through the phone, his voice laced with amusement, “Alright, I’ll call you when I arrive.”
After hanging up, He Yu wrote down everything Xiaobao had requested and called the assistant over.
“Get all these bought before two o’clock.”
The assistant glanced at the list, feeling a toothache just looking at it—a whole row of sweets.
She looked at He Yu in surprise, silently guessing who these were for.
Everyone in the president’s office knew that President He didn’t eat sweets.
“Any questions?” He Yu asked her.
“No.” The assistant snapped back to reality, bowed slightly, and left.
At 1:30, the assistant delivered the packed desserts to He Yu’s office.
Only then did He Yu grab the big bag and set off.
Times had changed.
He Yu didn’t enter through the main Film Base gate but took a special side passage directly inside.
After parking, He Yu called Xie Xiaobao, who soon came out to meet him, surprised by the amount He Yu was carrying.
“Why did you buy so much?”
He Yu said, “I told the assistant to buy whatever. If you can’t finish it, just share with the others.”
Though he said “whatever,” when the bag opened, it was exactly what Xiaobao had asked for—no more, no less.
Xiaobao took a bit of each dessert, and the rest he had Old Wang distribute among the crew.
“Thanks,” Xiaobao said, satisfied, taking a bite of the durian cake, his eyes narrowing in happiness.
He Yu looked at his expression, his gaze full of tenderness.
“As long as you like it.”
Xiaobao paused for a moment, then took another bite with an “ahh” sound, turning his face aside and mumbling, “I do.”