Dating the Heartthrob Superstar-Chapter 39: The Same Room

Chapter 39: Sharing a Room

Without a doubt, Han Zhi went viral thanks to the leaked footage of his concert.

Netizens flocked to dig up information about Han Zhi. When his photos were uncovered, a wave of fans obsessed with his looks started screaming in excitement—Han Zhi’s appearance could easily rival any of the top young idols in today’s entertainment industry!

Even his hit song from two years ago, "Wasted Time," was resurrected. Listening to it now, it still felt as fresh as ever—a timeless tune that grew on you the more you played it.

As people delved deeper into Han Zhi’s backstory, no scandals or dirt were found. Instead, what emerged was an inspiring story of an ordinary person rising to fame.

Han Zhi was born into a middle-class family; his parents earned modest, steady salaries, and the family wasn’t well-off. Yet, Han Zhi had a deep passion for music since childhood and secretly learned it despite his parents’ objections.

He truly had a natural talent for it and eventually received a full scholarship to a prestigious music academy abroad.

When he returned to China, his debut track, "Wasted Time," became a nationwide hit overnight.

However, not long after, for reasons unknown, Han Zhi disappeared for over two years.

There was widespread speculation about the two-year gap, but Han Zhi never stepped forward to clarify.

He wasn’t even aware of his newfound fame. After saying goodbye to Lin Qin and the others, he quietly boarded a flight back to Beijing alone.

However, on the plane, he seemed to spot Boss Meng—the one who had joked about "sponsoring" him. A suspicion in Han Zhi’s heart was confirmed.

On the night of the concert, the voice that first called out his name had felt incredibly familiar to him. Han Zhi’s hearing was sharp, and even in the chaotic concert environment, he had clearly identified the unique timbre of that voice.

After the concert, as he lay in bed tossing and turning, trying to recall that voice, he finally realized it resembled Meng Ke’s.

Back then, he hesitated to jump to conclusions. After all, as the busy Boss Meng, how could Meng Ke have had the time to attend the concert of a little-known singer like him?

But seeing Meng Ke on the plane solidified Han Zhi’s suspicion.

Entertaining the thought, Han Zhi couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Meng Ke, on the other hand, had no idea Han Zhi had spotted him on the plane. Playing it cool, he returned to work as if nothing had happened.

Binhai City.

After yet another group of guests had been sent off, the villa returned to its usual quiet state.

The raucous festivities of the previous night had given way to silence, leaving the two of them feeling somewhat at a loss.

Just as they were thinking about finding something to do, a staff member suddenly rushed in, saying, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Meng, today’s filming has to be stopped."

"What happened?" Meng Chao asked. Everything had been running smoothly, so there seemed to be no reason to pause the filming. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The staff member explained, "We’ve received a notification: a typhoon is expected to make landfall tonight. For safety reasons, we’ll need to move some equipment and personnel to a safer area."

Binhai City, a southern coastal city, was no stranger to typhoons during the summer. This would be the third typhoon to hit Binhai City this year.

"We’ve arranged a hotel in the city for the two of you. Please get ready to head to the city shortly."

With the villa being right on the coast, evacuating to the city was undoubtedly a safer option. No one wanted to risk anything happening.

When it came to matters of safety, both Lin Qin and Meng Chao took it seriously. Fortunately, they didn’t have much luggage to pack, and within a few minutes, they were ready and waiting with the crew at the villa’s entrance.

The drive to the city was slow-going due to the heavy evacuation traffic. The journey took twice as long as usual, filled with numerous stops along the way. At last, they arrived at the hotel.

But as soon as Lin Qin and Meng Chao got out of the car, they were greeted with bad news.

The staff member in charge of logistics looked at them apologetically and said, "I’m so sorry, you two. Because of the high demand for hotel rooms tonight, we had very little time to make arrangements. We were only able to book a double room. If you don’t mind, would it be alright for you both to share?"

Bad news? Not at all! Meng Chao nearly couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across his face. This was practically a blessing. Why would he ever refuse?

Though inwardly thrilled, Meng Chao maintained his refined demeanor and said with a calm, polite tone, "I don’t mind."

Lin Qin nodded as well. "I don’t mind either." But his reddened ears betrayed him.

Sharing a room with Brother Chao—it was both thrilling and a little nerve-wracking to even think about.

Lin Qin and Meng Chao’s room was on the 12th floor. The two entered the elevator tightly bundled up, found their room number, and swiped the key card to go inside.

The room was great, except for one slightly awkward detail—the bathroom walls were made of frosted glass. From the outside, one could vaguely see the figure inside.

Although Lin Qin and Meng Chao were already in a relationship, they hadn’t crossed certain physical boundaries yet. Seeing such an unabashedly open bathroom design inevitably left them flustered.

Naturally, it was Lin Qin who appeared most embarrassed, while Meng Chao stared at both Lin Qin and the bathroom with a fiery gaze.

The summer heat wasn’t helping—it was swelteringly hot, and after their sweaty journey from the seaside villa, it wasn’t possible to skip a shower. But how was he supposed to take one under these circumstances? Lin Qin was agonizing over it.

He turned to Meng Chao and asked hesitantly, "Brother Chao, when I shower later... could you maybe..."

He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. If he said it aloud, it would make Meng Chao seem like the kind of person who’d peek into the bathroom. But if he didn’t say it, he couldn’t overcome his own discomfort.

Luckily, Meng Chao was considerate. Despite having some less-than-innocent thoughts about Lin Qin, he was still a gentleman.

"I get it. My brother just sent me a file to review—I’ll handle that." Meng Chao didn’t explicitly promise not to look, but his response elegantly dodged the awkwardness.

Taking advantage of Meng Chao’s turn to the computer, Lin Qin grabbed his change of clothes and dashed into the bathroom.

As the sound of the bathroom door closing reached Meng Chao, he shook his head with a helpless yet indulgent smile.

However, as soon as he heard the sound of running water, Meng Chao could no longer smile. His mind conjured up images of Lin Qin’s bare body, and a wave of heat surged downward, pooling in his lower abdomen.

It took every ounce of willpower for him not to turn around, leaving him to sit there enduring an agonizingly sweet torment fueled by his own imagination.

Who knew how long it lasted before the water stopped. Meanwhile, Meng Chao, who had claimed to be working on a file, hadn’t made any progress at all.

Lin Qin stepped out of the bathroom in fresh clothes, his hair still damp. His face was either flushed from the hot water or from embarrassment—rosy and tender, like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

Meng Chao took a deep breath, barely suppressing the heat rising within him before he turned around. Yet the sight of Lin Qin only fanned that fire again.

To his dismay, he realized he’d become painfully aroused, the tightness of his jeans making it all the more unbearable.