[BL] Baby-Faced Oracle x Cold Star CEO EP08: He Blocked Death for Him — and "Qianqian" Gave Him Away

He stepped into a storm of curses and stood in front of him. That night, the Cold Star smiled three times—and learned a nickname he was never told. 🖤☔ The episode opens where "You guess" left off. Shen Qiubai doesn't press. He simply says: "Then I'll take my time guessing." He drives Ling Qian home past the closed roast duck shop, and teases him about the duck he lost. Then the night turns. Two thugs drag Ling Qian into a car. "Invited" to a nightclub by a rich heir named Qin Hao, Ling Qian strolls in with dimples blazing—and reads the man's face like a verdict: "Treacherous brows. Wicked eyes. A cruel mouth. Ears without fortune. Young Master Qin, your fate reads short-lived and restless." Qin Hao smashes a bottle in rage—and the exploding glass cuts his own hand. Instant karma. 🍾⚡ When Qin Hao orders his men to attack, nobody moves. Because the entire third floor has gone silent for one reason: Shen Qiubai has arrived. "Master Ling." He stops mid-stride. Eyes meet. Purple Qi floods Ling Qian's vision. "I heard someone invited Master Ling here. May I ask who was so... generous?" One sentence, and Qin Hao's "friends" retreat two meters, leaving him standing in a vacuum. Shen Qiubai holds the elevator door open: "After you." 🏛️🖤 In the car, the walls finally come down: "I thought we were already friends." "Since we're friends—call me Qiubai from now on." And Ling Qian grabs at empty air, presses his hand over Shen Qiubai's palm, and gives him a "gift" that looks like nothing. Shen Qiubai clenches his fist—as if he's truly holding something. 🖐️💜 Then, the old alley. A fortune-stealing array, far crueler than the market one, is draining an entire neighborhood. Ling Qian seals the car doors with a hand sign and walks in alone. Silver needle. His own blood. Banknotes pinned to eight points. A donkey-roll onto the array's heart, shouting core values into the storm. And when the enemy sorcerer strikes back with a soul-eating curse— every shadow in the alley turns on Ling Qian at once. A figure steps in front of him. Shen Qiubai—who kicked open a door his bodyguard couldn't budge— plants himself between Ling Qian and the darkness, and does not move an inch. The black tide crashes into his purple Qi and burns away like moths in flame. ☠️🔥 After the storm, Ling Qian opens Shen Qiubai's eyes to the unseen world, rolls up his sleeve, and draws a spell directly onto his bare arm— borrowing the Star's noble Qi to shield the whole alley. "Your fate belongs to kings and ministers in chaotic times. Born in peace, your body simply cannot carry it." "But Heaven is merciless—yet it always leaves one thread of hope." "Three days ago, I wouldn't have believed a word," Shen Qiubai says. "Now, I believe." 🌧️🔮 "When you're free—come save the world with me." "Fine. Remember to call me when the time comes." And at the final scene, in the pouring rain: Shen Qiubai hands him a dark blue umbrella. Then his arm reaches out of the car window, sleeve instantly soaked, holding a plain white card. "Qianqian. Wait." "My private number. It rings twenty-four hours a day." "Remember to send me a text." He knew the nickname. He was never told. 🖤☔