Professional Body Double Chapter 38

Yan MingXiu carried Zhou Xiang into the bedroom and threw him on the bed. Afterwards, he removed his outer clothing together with his trousers.

He was hit by Zhou Xiang who trashed around as he tried to remove the bind, he took several hits and his face became green and unsightly. Subduing Zhou Xiang made his whole body sweaty.

Zhou Xiang was tied up, unable to move and could only coldly look at Yan MingXiu.

Yan MingXiu regarded him with a meaningful glance in response. He simply shed Zhou Xiang of his remaining briefs and stuffed him in the quilt and said, “You are staying put for the next two days, don’t think about going out. I will be watching you”.

Zhou Xiang said: "Yan MingXiu, you are a jerk."

Yan MingXiu touched his face which was flushed red and puffed up owing to his anger “I will let you go at the end of the opening ceremony, I will let you out of here, I will keep my word. On Monday, I will take you to see Director Zhang Ling, he had some forepart in an investment some time ago. I will recommend you as the male lead. This role is not worse than that of Dong Ge’s, what else are you dissatisfied with?”

Zhou Xiang’s dark eyes unblinkingly stared at him, “Yan MingXiu, what if I say I want Wang Yudong’s role?”

Yan Ming puckered his eyebrows and said coldly: "Do you really want Dong Ge’s or do you want to act opposite Lanxi Rong?"

I want Wang Yudong’s role, will you give it?” Zhou Xiang glared at him with rage.

Yan MingXiu’s facial muscles were somewhat distorted. For a long while, he couldn’t comprehend the reason for Zhou Xiang’s prejudice. He said: “Dong Ge’s role is not something you can act, moreover, he is now already a part of our Yan Jia*, we cannot throw him away just for a role”.

(*Jia means family or household)

Zhou Xiang bitterly smiled “You are right, how can I possibly be fit to play Wang Yudong’s role? I will completely sully his name”.

"You know it. You only substituted for Dong Ge a few times. Do you really think that you can play the leading role? When you can't play, you yourself will only lose face." Yan Mingxiu haven’t seen Zhou Xiang's scene. The performance, although it is only as a substitute, but in order for it to fit in the drama, it is also important for the words and expressions to match when reciting the lines. Zhou Xiang is just an ordinary stuntman, acting is average, and is incomparable to Wang Yudong’s skillful acting. It is also impossible to project his image as a hero who is pure and ignorance but still provokes desire, and Zhou Xiang still wants to play the role of Wang Yudong. He feels that he is purely self-reliant. It would be better for him to spend money on Zhou Xiang to create a role that suits him. Although it seems that Zhou Xiang himself thinks that he is only willing to satisfy him as a compensation.

Yan Mingxiu felt that his arrangement was reasonable. He didn't understand what Zhou Xiang insistent about, so he didn't know what was good for him.

Zhou Xiang dumbly said: "This character is no longer suitable for me, but I have to rely on myself, Yan Mingxiu, I do not accept your charity, I want to break clean with you, I hope you understand this."

Yan MingXiu narrowed his eyes: “You, say that one more time”

Zhou Xiang fearlessly looked at him. "I said I will break up with you."

Yang MingXiu turned his body over and pressed him down. He pinched Zhou Xiang’s chin, due to the force exerted, Zhou Xiang felt incessant pain. He (YMX) spoke in a trembling voice: “Zhou Xiang, you don’t know shame”

Zhou Xiang gritted his teeth, "Let me go!"

Yan Mingxiu resolutely said: "Impossible."

Zhou Xiang turned his waist and wanted to push him down from his body. Yan Mingxiu did not budge, but instead he leaned down, and both elbows squatted on both sides of Zhou Xiang’s face, looking at him condescendingly, staring deeply Zhou Xiang's eyes.

The noses of the two people were almost stuck together.

Yan MingXiu softly said, “Zhou Xiang, you’re undiscriminating, I already said this much to this extent, after all, what is it you want”.

Zhou Xiang closed his eyes, he knew that communication was no longer useful.

A soft sensation on his lips, Zhou Xiang opened his eyes, Yan MingXiu kissed his lips, gently sucking. A pair of black eyes unblinkingly stared at him.

Zhou Xiang didn't want to open his mouth. Yan Mingxiu pinched his chin and Zhou Xiang was forced to accept this slightly lingering kiss.

Yan Mingxiu, for the first time, softened his tone when talking, he softly whispered: "Xiang Ge, don't make trouble, we have been good, being the same as before, is that no good?"

Zhou Xiang laughed twice. "Can you like me like Wang Yudong?"

Yan Mingxiu quietly looked at him. He doesn't like Zhou Xiang comparing himself with Wang Yudong. It is basically two things. Wang Yudong is his first love, the heart treasure he can't get, or his brother-in-law, but Zhou Xiang is...

What is Zhou Xiang?

Zhou Xiang is the one who changed his pattern and made him good meals. He is the person who will lie down in the warm blanket during the previous winter so that he can get a good night's sleep after bathing. He is the first person he sees when he returns home. The person who can make him instantly relax upon seeing him, the person with a smile always hanging on his lips, loving and always full of tacit understanding of him, the person who can bring him supreme pleasure.

Zhou Xiang and Wang Yudong are different. Wang Yudong seems to exist in his fantasy, and Zhou Xiang is real.

The smile on Zhou Xiang’s face was extremely bleak. “Can’t you? Then we can’t be the same as before.”

Yan Mingxiu felt somewhat confused, and wanted to break through the shackles of his reason, but he is hard-pressed by him. He really wants to take Zhou Xiang, what to do? Even he does not know where to place Zhou Xiang. **

(** I actually didn’t get the meaning of this paragraph. I spent almost 20 minutes trying to figure it out but could only come up with that).

The only thing he knows is that he doesn't want to be separated from Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang looked at the silence evident on Yan MingXiu's face and felt that he was completely overwhelmed by disappointment.

If Yan MingXiu said "like him" at this time, even if he lied to him, he might be shaken.

However, as he expected, Yan Mingxiu even disdained to deceive him and say it. This kind of frankness is chilling.

Zhou Xiang closed his eyes and turned his head. He had no desire to say even a word.

Without uttering a single word, he felt Yan MingXiu on the bed, his hands sneaked into the quilt, wandering around his waist, stroking every inch of his burning skin.

Yan MingXiu whispered behind him, “Zhou Xiang, I somewhat missed you”.

Zhou Xiang remained passive as his underwear was removed and his thighs separated. Yan Mingxiu lay on his side behind him and with his familiarity with his body, he squeezed his own things into his body without any effort.

Zhou Xiang did not utter a single word. Sex had never been so painful for him than now but he did not even have the strength to resist.

Yan MingXiu hugged his waist and lifted it heavily. Zhou Xiang’s silence made him flustered. He gave a dull gasp. He couldn’t help but say in Zhou Xiang’s ear, “Zhou Xiang, I missed you.”

The voice even held a slight grievance, but he still did not get any response.

He was a little angry, turned over and stood in the **(1), clutching Zhou Xiang's thigh and slamming it fiercely.

(1 It was like that in the original text)

Zhou Xiang buried his face in the quilt, pressing his lips together, willing himself not to make a sound. The more Yan MingXiu wants to humiliate him, the more he should not let him succeed.

However, he understands that Yan MingXiu can easily smash his self-esteem, because until then, Yan MingXiu still refused to look at his face when having sex. The full value of Zhou Xiang to Yan MingXiu is simply the similarity of his back view to Wang Yudong’s.

Zhou Xiang opened his eyes and the emotions in them were unprecedentedly clearer than ever.

He can let go of Yan MingXiu, so long as he has enough time.

Yan MingXiu did not habitually toss him that night like he used to. He did it that one time and stopped.

The unresponsive **(2) made him uncomfortable. No matter how satisfied the body is, his heart is empty. He misses those days when he and Zhou Xiang were wild and happy, that kind of unrestrained happiness, can he still experience it?

Yan MingXiu used a wet towel to clean up Zhou Xiang’s lower body. After, he held him and squeezed him into the quilt.

Zhou Xiang originally turned his back to him, he(YMX) felt quite uncomfortable so he turned Zhou Xiang over.

Zhou Xiang looked at him and slowly closed his eyes.

Yan MingXiu overbearingly pulled him into his arms and said with a low-pitched voice that only two people could hear. "Xiang Ge, I will not treat you as Wang Yudong again."

Zhou Xiang did not say a word.

An extremely deadly quiet night.

When Yan Mingxiu saw LanXi Rong’s call on Zhou Xiang’s phone, he at first wanted to throw the phone but in the end, he restrained himself and dragged LanXi Rong into the blacklist.

Yan Mingxiu, as he said, put Zhou Xiang under house arrest for two days. He did not always help Zhou Xiang, but locked the door and hid the keys and the mobile phone. Zhou Xiang could not throw caution to the wind and yell for help from inside the house.  Moreover, Yan MingXiu was constantly watching him. He could not even step out of the door.

 

He lived here for 30 years, and there was none of the neighbors in the neighborhood who didn't know him. He couldn't afford to lose that person. (I don’t get the last sentence)

On the afternoon of the launching ceremony, Lan XiRong, Cai Wei and Wang Zong gave Zhou Xiang several calls but the phone was always in a busy state. The three had their own pressing business and they didn’t have the leisure to get distract by him. Moreover, they didn’t pay it much mind and so were not that concerned.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Xiang did not show up at the site of the press conference. Instead, Wang Yudong, dressed in a suit; went on stage and assumed the position of the main lead as if nothing happened. For a long time, they were struck dumb and couldn’t believe their eyes.

In front of so many camera and ten*** pairs of reporters’ eyes, Wang Dao also was not capable of replacing or becoming hostile with Wang Yudong in the main hall. Just like the rehearsal, they opened a seemingly joyful start-up ceremony. Nothing has changed, just like what has happened outside the festival. Those rumors pertaining to Wang Yudong being replaced were all discredited.

As you like it (2)

(2 an allusion to the comedy “As you like it” by Shakespeare. Simply means everyone is satisfied. Ironic in its usage here).

Only Zhou Xiang looked at the time and felt like his body was being drained, afterwards, his blood was just as empty, and it became colder and colder.

He has already given up.

The position of male lead may need one to cut through thorns and thistles with talent to get it and he obviously does not have that fate.

He doesn’t have the fate to be a male lead. His innate disposition is to be a substitute. No matter how much, how fiercely he wants to give free rein to his desire to fight for the role of male lead, in the end, he only proved himself to be a jumping clown.

He can only be a substitute.

Zhou Xiang did not feel anything, no disappointment, no anger, no regrets, because Yan MingXiu gave him two days to prepare for this result, he accepted it calmly.

The next morning, Yan Mingxiu returned his keys and mobile phones with him and said that he would take him to see Director Zhang Ling.

"I said that I will let you act a drama that suits you. Do you want to be popular? I will satisfy you."

Zhou Xiang did not resist; he was dragged into the car.

Yan MingXiu took Zhou Xiang to a coffee shop. They arrived ten minutes earlier than the appointed time. The two sat on the sofa waiting for Zhang Ling.

Zhou Xiang requested to go to the toilet.

He(ZX) has always been very calm, and he(YMX) did not think much about it, so let him go. Yan MingXiu didn't know why, he turned and stared at Zhou Xiang's back until he disappeared around the corner. The back is not different from usual. It still resembled Wang Yudong’s, but Yan Mingxiu can't think of Wang Yudong through that back. He clearly realized that It is Zhou Xiang.

If he knew at the time, that was the last time he would be meeting with Zhou Xiang at this side, he was willing to pay any price, just to return to this day.