From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 89: The Colonel’s Flight and the Love Rival I

After taking a shower, Sian went straight to bed. But before he could drift off, his phone rang.

The caller was none other than Lan Qisheng, someone Sian hadn’t seen or heard from since arriving at the filming set.

Sian answered quickly, and a sorrowful voice came from the phone.

"Sweetheart, did you not miss me at all? You haven’t called me even once. I’m so sad."

"If you’re just here to play the abandoned lover, then leave me alone. I’m tired and want to sleep," Sian replied, lying on the bed, preparing to doze off. He hadn’t been lying when he told Jiao Liangch that he was exhausted—he really was on the verge of sleep.

"No, no, baby! I called you because I missed you. I had so much work yesterday that I didn’t finish until midnight, so I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. But I missed your voice, so I decided to call today. How about that? Am I not a very considerate and amazing boyfriend?"

"Oh, sure, the most considerate boyfriend," Sian replied dryly. It wasn’t his fault that the stupid puppy called when he was barely holding onto consciousness. Ever since Sian came to this world, there were two things he couldn’t live without.

The first was food.

He always ate his meals, enjoyed snacks, and indulged whenever he felt like it. Lan Qisheng was constantly amazed at how much food could fit into that small stomach of his—and even more astonished that Sian never seemed to gain weight.

The second thing was sleep.

When Sian wanted to sleep, it was best not to force him otherwise. If you did, you’d find yourself mercilessly kicked out of existence. The last time Lan Qisheng tried to keep Sian up because of his ridiculous libido, Sian painted his entire body with a map of bruises in blue, purple, and red. Only Lan Qisheng knew how painful it had been, and maybe the bruises still hadn’t faded to this day.

"Sweetheart, you’re so heartless. I’m sad. But since I got to hear your voice, I’m satisfied. Go to sleep. Sweet dreams, and don’t forget to dream about me, my love," Lan Qisheng finally surrendered and bid Sian goodnight.

"Mhm, thanks. Oh, by the way, about that serial killer whose file was in our house—I took care of him today. I’ll tell you the details later. Goodnight."

"What—"

Beep. Beep. Beep...

Sian, who had just dropped a nuclear bomb on Colonel Lan’s head, hung up without a second thought, tossed his phone aside, and snuggled into his blanket, falling asleep contentedly.

Meanwhile, the person left in stunned silence could only listen to the dial tone in complete bewilderment.

Did Sian just say he killed the serial killer? How did he meet him? No... That murderer liked to collect beautiful faces—could it be that he went after my baby?! That bastard, how dare he!

Could Sian have gotten injured?

"Damn it!"

"Colonel, what’s wrong?" one of Lan Qisheng’s subordinates asked.

"Book me a flight to Guju Island. Right now." Lan Qisheng grabbed his coat from the chair and threw it over his shoulders.

"Huh? But Colonel, you have an important meeting tomorrow! If the General finds out you left—"

"Are you working for me or for my grandfather? I gave you an order. Execute it without useless chatter," Lan Qisheng’s icy blue eyes were sharp and terrifying. Their boss always had an intimidating gaze, but when he was angry, looking him in the eye became downright impossible—unless you had the courage of a thousand men.

The poor subordinate chose survival. He quickly scurried off to book the ticket, terrified that if he delayed even a second longer, he’d become the Colonel’s new punching bag. It was obvious that the Colonel was in a terrible mood.

And so, without Sian’s knowledge, someone had decided to fly across the country just to check on him.

As for the person who had unknowingly made Colonel Lan abandon his duties, cancel important meetings, and rush to his side...

Well...He was currently sleeping soundly. Not only that, but he was even having a wonderful dream.

Of course, he wasn’t dreaming about that stupid puppy.

Instead, he was dreaming about a massive piece of meat—larger than his entire body. It looked crispy and delicious, making Sian’s mouth water. He bit into it eagerly, but to his dismay, he couldn’t taste anything. The meat disappeared in an instant, leaving him feeling empty and disappointed. And so, the beautiful Sian pouted in his sleep upset that someone had stolen his precious meal.

Later that night, Jiao Liangch entered the room and noticed the troubled expression on Sian’s face. Even in his sleep, the boy was frowning slightly, lips pressed together in what looked like sorrow.

Jiao Liangch sighed.

He’s still just a kid. No matter how strong he is, even if he’s from the Ghost Organization, he’s still a child with a pure heart.

It was obvious—Sian must have been distressed over today’s events. Perhaps he was mourning the unfortunate souls who had fallen victim to that lunatic.

...Well, at least he wasn’t dumb enough to think that Sian was grieving over the fact that he had killed the psychopath.

Still... If Jiao Liangch knew the truth—if he realized what Sian was actually dreaming about and what had caused that small frown—he would probably cover his face and let out the longest sigh of his life.

Stepping closer to the bed, Jiao Liangch took in the sight of the "fragile" teenager, someone who could supposedly be broken with ease (not in a million years). His heart softened, filled with a strange sense of protectiveness.

(Oh, not maternal instincts—something else entirely.)

He had the sudden urge to scoop Sian up and shield him from the harshness of the world.

Lost in thought, Jiao Liangch unconsciously reached out, intending to brush the boy’s hair away from his face.

But the next moment—

BAM!

Jiao Liangch found himself face-down on the floor, his entire body pinned down with brutal efficiency.

Sian—who had been peacefully sleeping just seconds ago—was now straddling his back, twisting both of his arms behind him with a merciless grip.

Jiao Liangch was stunned. He hadn’t even seen Sian move.

"What were you trying to do?" Sian’s voice was hoarse, groggy with sleep.

He had truly been asleep just moments ago. Well, at least until he sensed footsteps approaching his bed.

Sian had always been hyper-aware, especially in his sleep. Even after coming to this supposedly peaceful world, he could never fully relax. Maybe it was slightly better when he was at Lan Qisheng’s place, but that didn’t mean his instincts had disappeared.

Jiao Liangch finally snapped out of his daze. He realized his mistake—he had startled the boy. (Not exactly.)

His actions had been reckless. Even he would be uncomfortable if someone approached him while he was sleeping.

For a moment, Jiao Liangch silently berated himself.

Then he became acutely aware of something else.

The warmth of Sian’s body pressed against his back. The heat of the hand restraining his arms.

...His thoughts veered off into an unknown direction.

Sensing no hostility from the man beneath him, Sian swiftly let go and backed away.

Meanwhile, the one who should have felt humiliated for being subdued so easily... only felt empty.

(Are you a masochist or what?)

Jiao Liangch quickly composed himself and stood up, adjusting his clothes. He spoke in a calm, measured voice.

"Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. You were frowning in your sleep, and I thought you were having a nightmare."

"Oh. It’s fine. Just don’t get too close to me while I’m asleep. I attack instinctively. If I had a weapon, you might’ve lost your life."

Jiao Liangch nodded solemnly.

"Understood. Now, go back to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow. Goodnight."

With that, he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Meanwhile, Sian lay back down, still thinking about his lost dream steak.

Tomorrow, he would eat the biggest steak he could find to make up for it.

Jiao Liangch was genuinely sincere when he told Sian to rest; he felt a sense of responsibility toward this beautiful and fragile teenager. (Still fragile?)

After taking a shower, he found the boy already asleep. This time, he didn’t approach him but went straight to his own bed to sleep.

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Eirato-san has something to say:

Lan Qisheng: "Finally, it’s my turn to show up! I want to see my beloved Sian as soon as possible."

Eirato-san: "Oh? Should I tell him that there’s a man in his beloved Sian’s room?"

Lan Qisheng: "W-what? What did you just say, you damn author?! What the hell have you done behind my back...? I’ll kill you...! Aaaah—!"

And so, upon realizing that he couldn’t possibly defeat the author, the foolish colonel dashed toward Sian, searching for his rival in love, ready for battle.

Eirato-san: "Do you even have what it takes to take him down?"

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