Chapter 01

　　When David Yu saw Michael Sheng again, he was drinking and flirting with a man in a private room in a restaurant. Just as the man was about to rip his trousers off, the door of the small room opened.

　　Michael stood at the door like a handsome god, staring at him as if he was a clown. At that moment, David felt as if his heart had been ripped off. He wished the ground would swallow him up.

　　\"Mr. Sheng, good to see you!\"

　　Seeing that Michael was looking at David\'s body, a glimmer flashed across Harold Huang’s face.\"Do you like him?\"

　　Michael sneered.\"No. He’s disgusting.\"

　　\"I\'m sorry. Let me get rid of him.\" Mr. Huang said and turned to David.\"Leave us,\" he said with a waving gesture.

　　The box is claustrophobic to say the least, and no one wanted to leave more than David.

　　But if he walks out today, his sick grandmother may be carried out of the hospital tomorrow. Saving face was the least of his concerns.

　　\"Mr. Huang, the role you promised me...\"

　　\"What role, what are you talking about?\" Harold Huang looked away from him.\"Get out!\"

　　Two-faced bastard.

　　David had said nothing to Michael the whole time. He didn\'t even look at him. He had just called him disgusting.

　　In the past five years, people had been stepping on his dignity, and now his first love has just called him disgusting.

　　He wasn’t exactly wrong. It was a pretty accurate description, actually. David went into the bathroom, turned on the cold water and buried his head in the sink.

　　He could not stop thinking about Michael. I haven\'t seen him for five years. Though his face hasn’t changed, everything about him is different. Thinking of that year they had spent together, David shook his head.

　　When he looked up, Michael’s face was coldly staring back at him from the mirror. David’s heart skipped a beat. Michael was blocking the door, towering above him.

　　Clutching his fingers, he looked up at Michael, and a painful smile spread across his face.

　　Michael was frowning slightly, looking at him with contempt.

　　David kept the smile on his face. He was an actor, and so he acted like he wasn’t anxious to leave. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. The smell of cheap tobacco filled the small room.

　　Through the smoke, David gazed up at Michael’s face.\"There’s always a free trial, but would Mr. Sheng like to buy the premium upgrade?”

　　His voice was so smooth. He was a movie star after all. If there’s something he’s really good at, it’s acting.

　　“I prefer my men clean.\" Before David understood what was going on, Michael turned and walked away, and the fat man let himself in. It was clear that he had been given a laxative.

　　“Are you spending the night with him?” David calls after Michael.

　　“I’d rather spend the night with you. I’ll make you famous again.\" Michael said, his face expressionless.

　　David thought it was ironic, and resisting the urge to laugh, instead takes a puff off of his cigarette.\"Do you actually mean that?\"

　　\"Of course.\"

　　David put out his cigarette, made a sad little smile and said, \"Thank you for your kind offer.\" Suddenly, he turned back, and from the mirror looked him in the eye. \"But I’m tired of this life!\"

　　He raised the decorative vase on the sink and smashed it on his own head. When the vase fell to the ground, he followed suit.

　　He looked up at Michael and said, \"I don\'t want fame. I just want money!\" For a moment, Michael\'s eyes burned. What a pathetic, melodramatic actor, he thought.