The Devoted Second Male Lead Decided to Favor Someone Else

Genius Artist - Replacement of the White Moonlight for the Rich CEO

【The person in front, wait up. I’ve actually long wanted to ship them! From the current situation, if some plagiarizing dog like Ruan Siheng can be the main character, why can’t the plagiarized pitiful person reverse it?】

Lu Shijin calmly said, “Look, the audience is voicing out their opinions.”

711 disagreed. “That’s the minority, it doesn’t represent anything.”

“Then I’ll just have to make it the majority.”

Huo Qi called Lu Shijin before anyone else.

Lu Shijin and Huo Lian were just finishing up their after-meal exercise when he called.

Huo Lian was very energetic and forced Lu Shijin to cry out. The more it went on, the more Lu Shijin’s voice sounded like there were tears. He cried as he swore.

Lu Shijin accepted Huo Qi’s call. Before Huo Qi could even open his mouth, he first choked up from how wronged he was feeling.

Lu Shijin sprawled on the bed, physiological tears wetting the pillow, “Husband~ a!”

Just as he said that, Lu Shijin almost couldn’t hold back his cry. Lu Shijin whipped his head around to glare at the mischievous man behind him, warning him not to mess around, then continued “crying” to Huo Qi.

“H-have you seen Weibo’s hot search? Wah . . . M-my artworks have been plagiarized by that Ruan, Ruan Siheng. I don’t even know him! Why would he copy me? Husband, when are you coming back? What should I do?”

Huo Qi believed that Lu Shijin’s voice was so hoarse from crying after seeing the news.

Huo Qi said, “I’ll be back soon. Don’t be anxious, wait for me to come back and explain, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you. Ah!” Huo Lian deliberately increased his strength, making Lu Shijin unable to hold back a sound. This alerted Huo Qi.

Huo Qi asked with suspicion, “Shijin, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Lu Shijin steadied himself and replied, “I just wanted to pour a glass of water and accidentally spilled it onto my hand.”

There was no way that Huo Qi would suspect that Lu Shijin was currently in bed with his uncle, so he could only believe in what Lu Shijin said.

Nearing his peak, Lu Shijin hurriedly tried to hang up. “Then husband, I’ll be hanging up. Please come back soon.”

“Wait!”

Holy, will he just please hang up. Huo Qi didn’t let him hang up, so Lu Shijin could only try to hold back his cries by biting his lip as he listened.

“Shijin . . . Actually, Ruan Siheng’s my friend.”

Lu Shijin pretended to be shocked. “What?!”

“Shijin, I have something I want to tell you. Promise me that you won’t get angry.”

Huo Qi definitely felt like he had no face to tell Lu Shijin face to face, so he called first to calm him down.

Lu Shijin understood him. “Okay.”

Huo Qi was silent for a while before he spoke. “Ruan Siheng and I were high school classmates. He came to my house once and happened to see your paintings. I could tell that he liked your work very much, so I promised to lend it to him. Later, he said that the things expressed in your work gave him a lot of inspiration, and asked me if he could put it in his paintings. I didn't know the rules of your profession, so I agreed. He must have thought that he had been authorized by the original author, so he . . .”

With a simple “I didn’t know,” Huo Qi not only excused himself from the topic, but also provided an excuse for Ruan Siheng. It was a great play from him.

Huo Qi waited for a long time without hearing Lu Shijin’s response, so he couldn’t help but ask, “Shijin, are you still there?”

“Yes,” Lu Shijin said hoarsely. “You can continue.”

“So don’t blame Ruan Siheng. If anyone, you should blame me instead. I thought too lightly of this and Ruan Siheng didn’t plagiarize on purpose. Shijin, the current public opinion is really against him right now and he’s breaking down. As a friend, I should help him . . .”

Hearing that Huo Qi was at the important part, Huo Lian slowed down.

It just so happened that Lu Shijin was also tired, so he flipped onto his back and took a deep breath, coldly asking Huo Qi, “Then what do you want me to do?”

Huo Qi still felt a bit guilty towards Lu Shijin, but in comparison, he felt much more heartache for Ruan Siheng.

“Shijin, I want you to stand up to explain for Ruan Siheng.”

“Explain what?”

“. . . You can say that you two worked on them together, or that you’ve already given the copyright of those works to Ruan Siheng. That way, there won’t be any more misunderstandings about him plagiarizing and everyone will be happy, okay?”

Lu Shijin didn’t have time to respond before Huo Lian took the phone from him.

“I’ve heard that most artists treat their work like they treat their partner. Huo Qi, if you can forgive me after I’ve slept with your person, then Lu Shijin can forgive you and Ruan Siheng.”

“Who?!” Huo Qi heard this familiar voice and was shocked, his manly voice becoming high pitched, “Huo Lian?! How’s it you?! The fuck are you two doing right now?!”

Huo Lian smirked, and looked at Lu Shijin, who was lying on the bed with flushed cheeks, the scent of lust thick in the air.

They still haven’t finished, and Lu Shijin could tell what Huo Lian wanted to do, so he didn’t hold himself back anymore and cooperatively let out the sounds he had been holding in.

Ignoring Huo Qi’s hysterical roar from the phone, Huo Lian spoke with a cold and cruel voice. “Can’t you tell what I’m doing?”

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