Little Pink Starfish

Café.
An elegant café.
An elegant and private café.
An elegant and…

—Stop.
In short, inside a café, next to a fresh and real green potted plant, a man wearing large black sunglasses was already sitting on a soft leather sofa waiting.
He was drinking coffee. The large sunglasses covered half his face, revealing only his crimson lips and fair chin. When the coffee touched his lips, he looked particularly… hard to say whether it was sexy or abstinent.

This man had been waiting for a long time, nearly two hours, but he was still leisurely sipping coffee, flipping through a celebrity gossip magazine.
No one knew who he was, but that invisible aura—cold and with a hint of nobility—made people unconsciously glance at him again and again.

#Mama told me even half a face can be a lady killer#

More people speculated—who was this man waiting for? He clearly wasn’t here just to drink coffee. He had looked at his phone and also taken a call.
But—what kind of person had the qualifications to make this man wait like this? And what kind of person could bear to keep him waiting like this?
So heartbreaking, so painful, so upsetting.
If you don’t cherish male god, let me do it!

After another half hour, outside this usually quiet café, came the hurried, even shrill sound of “tap tap tap” high heels.
A petite girl entered. Her hair was dyed peach pink, permed into big curls. Her face was delicate and pretty, her expression a bit coquettish and a bit willful.

One had to admit, from appearance alone, she was a likable girl.
She looked very young, around twenty or so. Her skin was dewy like an unripe honey peach, already hinting at the full juiciness to come, still with a trace of youthful greenness.

Then the girl sat down in front of the man in the sunglasses.
She panted slightly and said angrily: “Why are you in such a rush? Don’t you know I always wake up late!” Her rosy cheeks puffed up. “Hey! Say something! When people date, they’re supposed to keep each other company. You’re always the busiest. I’ve also been super busy lately! Now you suddenly drag me out like this, not considerate at all. I want to break! Up!”

As soon as she said this, the already quiet café turned even quieter, you know.
The girls and guys who had been quietly observing the half-faced male god and ordering coffee after coffee just to look at him, all exploded in their hearts:

Ah ah ah what kind of taste does that girl have, actually wanting to break up with male god!
Break up! Great! Applause! Break up now! Male god look at me!
Who would’ve thought male god had a girlfriend! And the girlfriend actually wants to break up!
Just found out male god had a girlfriend, and he’s already going to be single again, what joyful news!
Male god marry me! That girl who doesn’t cherish you, just forget her!

The girl yelling about breaking up put her hands on her hips: “Break up! Did you hear me?”
The man in sunglasses, who had been calmly sipping coffee, reached out his long, pale fingers, gently placed the cup on the table, and spoke: “Okay.”

And then came another wave of shouting:
Aaaaah his voice sounds so good!
Aaaaah male god marry me!
Aaaaah my ears are pregnant!

The petite girl immediately looked stunned.
No pleading? No questioning? No trying to win her back? Why nothing at all?
“A-Chuan, you—you agreed? Look at my face and say you agreed?”

The sunglasses man slowly took off his glasses and truly looked at the girl’s face, expressionless: “I agreed.”
The petite girl =口=!!!!
WTF! Who the hell is this!
Did I mistake him for someone else!?

“You—who are you?”
“Meng Chuan.”
The voice was super cold, you know.

And when that face was revealed, everyone was stunned.
It was a face humans could hardly imagine—a face so flawless there wasn’t a single imperfection. The skin had no blemish at all. He was like a perfect male god straight out of a 2D world. Don’t say he’s a lady killer—even millions would go crazy for him, okay.

Indescribably handsome!
In short: damn he’s explosively handsome.

In the café, everyone sucked in a sharp breath.
Then came the sound of countless phone shutters, flashes going “swish swish.”

Tons of hashtags quickly shot up the trending searches, and photos started circulating online.

#Perfect male god appears in café!#

#The unimaginable limit of beauty!#

#Shocking! A guy this handsome exists!#

#Peerlessly handsome! A whole new experience!#

That girl—also known as the female N lead Liu Yuwei—looked at the stunningly beautiful man in front of her, unable to believe her eyes.
After dating for so many years, although she knew Meng Chuan was good-looking, she never knew he could reach this level. Every time they met she got close to him, so how could she have mistaken him? But now that she looked carefully, it really did seem to be the same face…

—Actually, it wasn’t her fault. Because this boyfriend, over all these years—

Well, the story was very sad. The original Meng Chuan had wanted to be an actor since childhood. But he just happened to grow a face full of ancient charm. As he got older, his face became more and more unreal. On the street, people saw his face first and couldn’t see anything else.
Normally, having a good face as an actor was amazing—basically God feeding you. But his face was both a blessing and a curse. Meng Chuan knew very well his face was most suited for period costume roles, and he had the look of a classic idol—a pretty boy. If he really entered the industry, he’d probably encounter some “unspoken rules”. As an actor with ambition, he didn’t want people to only see his face and not his acting.

Yes, to be a good actor, your face had to be handsome, but not too—

It really was a dilemma.

Because of this, from around age twenty, Meng Chuan deliberately started growing a beard and learning makeup.
You ask: what’s a grown man learning makeup for? Foolish mortals use makeup to look beautiful, but Meng Chuan used makeup to make himself look ugly, okay!
There’s a saying, “one fair tone covers all flaws,” so for pretty boys, if their skin turns darker, their beauty score also drops!
Meng Chuan was this kind of real man! A true iron-blooded macho!

So later, he ended up looking like a slightly tanned guy with stubble and dreamy eyes (→because he never opened them all the way), with a bit of a rascal air—a decently handsome guy.
Getting up every day just to do ugly makeup… what a pain.

Then in college, Meng Chuan started dating Liu Yuwei, so she only ever knew his “made-up” appearance. Since they had never slept together, she had never seen his real, makeup-free face. Even after he became a movie king based on acting alone, the public still had no idea he was actually drop-dead gorgeous!

But now Gu Bai had arrived.
As a super powerful, spiritually overpowered, stunningly beautiful, noble and cold City Lord—and also a lazy shut-in whose life skills had already degenerated and who couldn’t even be bothered to comb his hair—how could you expect him to put on makeup every day?
Impossible.
So Meng Chuan’s shell had returned to beauty.

As for all that stuff about zits and dark circles and sloppy vibes from alcohol—just the nourishing power of his spiritual force alone was enough to fix that.
In short—true beauty! Must be beautiful even barefaced! Recovery rate 100% you know!

Therefore, from any angle, Gu Bai was stunning again.
As for the original host’s dream of using acting skills to gain fame in the entertainment world without being a “face only”… well, with acting skills at zero, this lazy City Lord probably had no choice but to be a face only.
So sad.

And so, in this café, having waited two or three hours, full of coffee and bored out of his mind reading entertainment gossip, Gu Bai finally waited until the female N lead arrived. What’s even better—before he had to figure out how to “persuade” her to break up, the other party had already shouted it herself…
Clearly it was because things were heating up with the harem male lead and she was worried he’d get snatched away by another beauty, so she couldn’t wait.

Perfect timing!
Gu Bai felt like he had saved another living soul, couldn’t help but give himself ten thousand thumbs up.

Next, Gu Bai glanced at the still dazed and shocked female N lead, stood up, pushed the sunglasses back over his nose—half his face covered again.
Then he turned, took a long stride, and walked out of the café.

That posture—way too elegant!
That aura—way too noble!
That stride—way too arrogant oh oh oh!

The crowd of onlookers all went yoooooooo~~
Then silently covered their faces.

#Mama why am I kneeling while scrolling my phone#

—Aiyo male god don’t go wait for meeee!

On the other side—
Having smoothly gotten rid of the female N lead, Gu Bai felt a sudden lightness all over.
He quickly walked out of the café and, just around the corner, saw a man.

This man wasn’t particularly handsome, but he had a different aura from ordinary people.
His eyes were small, and he held a cigarette between his fingers. He looked a bit weathered, with a faint trace of melancholy in his eyes.

The man seemed to sense someone approaching and looked up.
At that moment, in his gaze and in his brows, there was a faint pride—something he tried hard to hide but couldn’t completely cover.

Gu Bai looked at him expressionlessly.
This guy must be the harem male lead, right? Seriously giving the original host no face at all—stealing his girl and even coming with her to break up. How shameless can you get?
He even dared to put on airs and tried to play “who’s cooler” in front of someone like Gu Bai, the ultimate [bleep] elder ancestor?

Gu Bai was very annoyed.
How could he possibly lose to a harem male lead?
Who’s the best at putting on airs? No one’s better than Gu Bai!

So, Gu Bai turned his head expressionlessly.
Then, with a world-dominating aura, he treated that harem male lead like air and brushed past him without a second glance.
As expected, a flash of displeasure flickered in the male lead’s eyes.