For a while, opinions were sharply divided, rumors were flying everywhere, and malicious speculation was unbearable to hear.

But at the same time, the two of them gained a huge following of CP fans.

Over the past ten years, the Helen Grant banner has never fallen; instead, thanks to the subtle and ambiguous performances in the movie, the number of CP fans has only grown.

But, sob sob, what a pity—back then, the attention they received was just too overwhelming. After the movie finished its run, the two of them haven’t appeared together for what feels like eight hundred years.

When I get old, if my granddaughter tells me they appeared together again, I’ll have to say from my rocking chair, “Don’t believe rumors, don’t spread rumors.”

**

Not long after the post was published, a piece of news shocked the entire entertainment industry.

The two of them actually reunited on a reality dating show where male and female celebrities live together—CP fans were instantly mind-blown.

First episode—

Helen Foster looked subtly emotional, reached out his hand, and said softly, “Long time no see.”

Adam Grant froze in place, his eyes burning, and once he grabbed his hand, he wouldn’t let go. “Long time... no see.”

Third episode—

Adam Grant broke the show’s rules and put his token of affection under the male guests’ column, then turned and left.

Helen Foster looked at the five stickers under his own column, puzzled for two seconds. Four of these are from female celebrities, where did the last one come from?

……

Final episode—

Under the dazzling starlight, amidst the bustling city, Adam Grant dialed Helen Foster’s number:

“Bro, when it comes to dating, besides me, who else would you choose?”

With his two-faced composure, Adam Grant softened his voice without missing a beat, “Choose me, okay?”

That hot post was immediately updated in response.

Cold fandom, no content, my heart hurts: Hahahahahaha, bet you didn’t expect my CP to be real! Rushing to buy a name change card, going to the temple to give thanks, goodbye!

Chapter 2 Drunk

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This wasn’t just a meal—it was a Hongmen Banquet, a declaration of sovereignty.

The two who had just been arguing instantly understood why Laura Clark had invited them both to dinner at the same time. Eric Bennett and Brian Sullivan exchanged a glance, then both “tsk”ed and turned away.

Eric Bennett doesn’t discriminate against gay people, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit down after hearing the news.

All these years, because he was competing with Brian Sullivan, he’d been so busy he barely touched the ground, with no time at all for romance. It wasn’t until his family started pressuring him to get married that he finally thought about finding a partner.

Laura Clark had a good personality and lived nearby, and Eric Bennett had always liked her, so he didn’t hesitate to pursue Laura Clark. Unexpectedly, almost at the same time, Brian Sullivan publicly declared he was going to pursue Laura Clark too. The two of them seriously played love rivals for a month, only to find out that Laura Clark already had someone in her heart—and they hadn’t even passed the gender test.

Eric Bennett’s last meal was soup dumplings in the morning; at noon, he rushed to surgery and only had a carton of milk. The candlelit dinner he’d imagined was nothing like reality—he was hungry, but the food in front of him tasted bland and unappetizing.

After a meal where everyone had their own agenda, Laura Clark’s girlfriend went to pay the bill, but Eric Bennett stopped her. He was used to paying when eating with women, but before Laura Clark could object, Brian Sullivan had already paid first.

Seriously, even this is a competition.

Eric Bennett rolled his eyes at him in silence. The four parted ways at the restaurant entrance. Watching Laura Clark and her high-ponytailed girlfriend walk away sweetly hand in hand, the two rejected men were left speechless, faces full of gloom.

In the end, Eric Bennett took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and got ready to call a cab home—after all, he had to perform the first surgery in the morning. But Brian Sullivan suddenly reached out his hand.

Eric Bennett was holding his phone, looking at him in confusion. The other said with a straight face, “I only treat women to dinner. Pay up.”

“Is your skin made of city walls?” Eric Bennett looked at Brian Sullivan in disbelief, wishing he could dissect his face to see if it was twice as thick as a normal person’s.

“If you don’t want to pay, you can buy me a drink,” Brian Sullivan pointed at a bar next to the restaurant. “I’m in a bad mood.”

Eric Bennett looked back at his phone. “I’m in a bad mood too.”

“Perfect, let’s go together.” With that, Brian Sullivan ignored Eric Bennett’s refusal, reached around the back of his neck with one hand, and dragged him toward the bar.

Eric Bennett slapped Brian Sullivan’s hand away in annoyance. When he looked up, his eyes landed on the sign: “Hell Bar.”

Four characters in total, not a single one fully lit. The character for “hell” was hanging crookedly, half off. Eric Bennett was afraid that if a gust of wind came, their hospital’s ER would have another case.

The colored lights on the sign were even more of an eyesore—neon green and neon pink intertwined, as if a red-light district boss would come out any second to solicit customers.

“Is this place legit?” Eric Bennett stepped back.

Brian Sullivan glanced at it too and said seriously, “Isn’t it pretty? The colors are so bright.”

Eric Bennett shot him a look, a question flashing through his mind.

With Brian Sullivan’s taste, how does he manage to make himself look so decent every day?

The bouncer at the door had already noticed the two of them bickering outside. Sensing an opportunity, he hurried over to pitch: “Hey, handsome guys, come on in! Ours is the only bar for miles around—if you miss this, there’s nowhere else to drink. All drinks are 10% off tonight—”

Eric Bennett suddenly stepped forward.

“That’s all it takes to convince you?” Brian Sullivan said in surprise. “Is Dr. Jiang really that broke?”

Without looking back, Eric Bennett replied, “Because you only deserve drinks at a 90% discount.”

Brian Sullivan: “Damn.”