Recently, Jian Feiyang felt that something seemed… off.
He couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly, but it just felt wrong.
“Brother Jian, are you done removing your makeup?”
A burly man hurried in. His expression was serious and earnest, and he held out a thermos cup.
Jian Feiyang took it instinctively and drank a sip.
“Yeah, the makeup artist already finished removing it for me…”
He was just about to ask when they were going back to rest when he noticed his assistant—wearing that stern, unapproachable square face—checking his watch.
“Then Brother Jian, get ready. A car will come pick you up soon. There’s an advertisement shoot in one hour.”
As the assistant spoke, he had already turned around and efficiently started packing up Jian Feiyang’s things.
One hour later?
An advertisement shoot?
But hadn’t he just finished shooting something?
Jian Feiyang looked completely blank.
Who was he?
Where was he?
What on earth had just happened?
Before he could think too much, the assistant had already packed everything up.
He stared intently at Jian Feiyang, practically carving “I’m ready—are you?” onto his face.
Pressure.
So much pressure.
Although the new assistant Ah Qing found for him was really efficient, that overly serious face really did put a lot of pressure on him.
Jian Feiyang thought silently as he stood up.
“Then let’s go.”
Very quickly, he was stuffed into the car by his assistant. Jian Feiyang half-collapsed in the back seat, his soul drifting far away.
Something was wrong—very wrong.
Why, why was he this busy?
Jian Feiyang felt like the world had changed too fast for him to understand!
Hadn’t he just finished filming a variety show yesterday?
A small, ordinary role like him—shouldn’t he be lazily and comfortably spending today in bed…?
It wasn’t that he disliked being this busy.
But—
Jian Feiyang looked utterly confused.
Why was he so busy?
With so many resources, was Ah Qing really not secretly abusing his power?
“Brother Jian, we’re here.”
The assistant turned to look at him.
“Ah? Oh.”
Jian Feiyang got out of the car in a daze.
Wait—had an hour passed that quickly?
Once they arrived, Jian Feiyang finally found out what kind of advertisement it was.
A new line of sports watches.
He felt like he had some impression of this brand?
It felt like he had seen it somewhere before… but where?
He wasn’t too surprised, actually. Ever since he appeared on that variety show, many people seemed to think he was especially good at sports.
In reality, it was all the training Ah Qing had arranged for him behind the scenes.
Well, whatever.
But…
Jian Feiyang’s gaze landed on someone not far away. He slowly turned back to look at his assistant.
Wait—
Had he seen wrong?
Why did it look like someone was already filming?
The assistant didn’t understand his expression, but professionally came over.
“Brother Jian? Do you have a question?”
Jian Feiyang looked dreamy.
Was this about him having a question?
He pointed at the person filming in the distance, completely lost.
“Are you sure we’re here to shoot an ad? Why does it look like someone’s already filming?”
The assistant followed his gaze and indeed saw someone shooting in the studio area.
But he wasn’t anxious. He just comforted Jian Feiyang.
“Brother Jian, don’t worry. I’ll go ask them and clarify the situation.”
Jian Feiyang wasn’t in a hurry either.
“Okay, go ask first.”
Perfect—he could rest a bit.
So tired. Who knew being busy could be this exhausting?
He felt completely drained.
Jian Feiyang didn’t notice that after the assistant went over, he found the person in charge.
The discussion clearly didn’t go very smoothly.
Their exchange was noticed by others.
On the other side, the man who had been filming made a hand gesture to pause.
He glanced at Jian Feiyang, then at the assistant talking with the person in charge, and let out a cold laugh.
“Brother Kong?”
Someone beside him called out.
Kong Ming responded and glanced at him.
“That’s Jian Feiyang, right?”
The assistant followed his line of sight and gave a light exclamation.
“It’s him. But why did he come too? Didn’t we already finalize this endorsement for you, Brother Kong?”
“Who knows?”
Kong Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
After thinking for a moment, he spoke in a casual, seemingly indifferent tone.
“Go over there and see what his assistant is arguing about with Mr. Wang.”
The assistant nodded.
“Then Brother Kong, you rest for a bit. I’ll go listen.”
Seeing his assistant obediently leave, Kong Ming snorted through his nose.
How could he not know?
Jian Feiyang must not have received the news yet—that he had already been kicked out of this endorsement—so he’d come over thinking he was here to shoot.
That was just how it was.
In this industry, if you wanted to grab resources, it all came down to whose methods were better.
This endorsement was something he had set his sights on first.
Jian Feiyang thought he could just take it away?
That depended on whether he actually had the ability to do so!
Kong Ming sneered and unhurriedly found a spot to sit down and rest.
Over on the other side, the person in charge was already growing impatient.
Aside from impatience, he was also feeling a bit uneasy.
This endorsement had originally been negotiated with Kong Ming from the very beginning.
Although Kong Ming could not be considered a top-tier star anymore and his popularity had declined slightly over the past few years, the person in charge had heard that Kong Ming had recently participated in the historical drama Mountains and Rivers of the Realm, starring Nie Luo.
Even if he was not the male lead, he was still the second male lead!
On top of that, Kong Ming’s appearance was suitable, and he knew how to conduct himself.
As soon as the person in charge had hinted at the opportunity to Kong Ming’s side, Kong Ming had privately sent his manager to invite him out for dinner several times.
The person in charge liked celebrities who knew how to “behave.”
He had already discussed this several times in meetings. Kong Ming’s status as the spokesperson had essentially been finalized, and even the shooting schedule had been arranged.
Who would have thought—
Who would have thought that out of nowhere, some Jian Feiyang would suddenly drop in.
What was Jian Feiyang?
Someone who got popular off a variety show. At best, he was only moderately well-known now. How could he compare to someone like Kong Ming?
The person in charge had wanted to refuse outright back then, but the young master on that side had only left him with a single sentence before hanging up.
To be honest, he was extremely displeased.
The young master might be the crown prince of the company, but what exactly was he, really?
All he did every day was fool around with women, drinking and indulging himself. After being given a nominal position at the company, he had never shown up again.
Someone like that—what did he understand?
He probably understood company affairs even less than the lowest-level employee.
That was right.
The young master did not understand the company’s development at all. Wasn’t Jian Feiyang also supposedly some young master from the Jian family?
Most likely just another group of rich kids coming into the industry to play at life.
If they really let Jian Feiyang be the spokesperson, that would be a complete joke.
Thinking this, the person in charge’s attitude hardened again.
He looked at the assistant standing in front of him—who looked more like a bodyguard—and felt a hint of disdain.
Wasn’t this just the kind of bodyguard a cowardly young master always brought along when he went out?
Insisting on calling him an “assistant” was laughable.
“That’s how things are. After discussion in our meetings, the real spokesperson we finalized is Kong Ming. As for Jian Feiyang, he may have misunderstood something. That was just an offhand remark from our boss’s son—probably something the young master said casually while drunk during a drinking session, and Jian Feiyang mistakenly took it seriously. But company matters all have to go through meetings. He probably doesn’t understand that. How about I arrange for someone to give you a tour of the company? At least it won’t be a wasted trip.”
The person in charge smiled like a smiling tiger, skillfully deflecting the issue.
Jian Feiyang?
If it were Jian Feishuo, maybe that would be one thing. But some small fry who only knew how to mess around in the industry—what was there to be afraid of?
“I’ve noted everything you said.”
After listening, the assistant nodded politely.
“There’s no need for a tour, but I’ll need to verify this on my end.”
“Verify what? Don’t I know who we’re hiring as our spokesperson—”
Before the person in charge could finish, the man in front of him was already gone.
“What’s wrong?”
Jian Feiyang was half-reclined in a chair, practically sprawled out, when he suddenly felt a large shadow fall over him.
He looked up, a little surprised.
“Are you angry?”
“It’s just that I find certain people’s remarks difficult to adapt to.”
The assistant’s tone was stiff, but it wasn’t directed at Jian Feiyang.
As he spoke, he pulled out his phone.
“Additionally, I may need to contact Manager Fan. Please wait here, Brother Jian.”
“Contact Ah Qing?”
Jian Feiyang paused.
After thinking for a moment, he reached out his hand. “How about I ask instead?”
The assistant looked at him.
Jian Feiyang grinned, flashing his teeth.
“I’ll do it. I haven’t really talked to Ah Qing much lately anyway. I’ll ask—what should I ask him?”
The assistant bent down and handed him the phone, his tone softening slightly.
“The other party’s person in charge has repeatedly emphasized that the spokesperson was chosen through a meeting and is Mr. Kong Ming. But the schedule I received clearly states that today Brother Jian, you are here to shoot this endorsement advertisement.”
“OK, small issue. I’ll ask right now.”
Just a minor matter.
Jian Feiyang didn’t think too much about it. Whatever happened, Ah Qing would handle it.
The call went through.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds…
Jian Feiyang’s eyes gradually went blank.
Where was Ah Qing?
Just one second before he was about to hang up, the call connected.
“So what, did he go on strike?”
Jian Feiyang slowly formed a question mark.
“It’s me. Ah Qing, who are you saying went on strike?”
Why did he feel like something about that sentence was off?
…Tsk, miscalculation.
Why was it Jian Feiyang on the other end?
Why wasn’t this guy calling from his own phone, but using his assistant’s phone instead?
As Fan Qing was thinking this, he swiftly leaned in and kissed Nie Luo at the corner of his mouth.
Using barely any sound, he gestured and whispered,
“Ge, wait until I finish this call, then we’ll continue?”
Nie Luo watched him briskly head toward the balcony, a trace of redness lingering, and let out a soft sigh.
He had said they shouldn’t mess around in broad daylight, but Ah Qing wouldn’t listen.
Lowering his head slightly, he felt a bit troubled.
So how long was this call going to last?
Why did it feel like every time, he had to go through some kind of ordeal?
Fan Qing stepped onto the balcony and quickly heard Jian Feiyang explain what was going on over there.
He froze for a moment.
“That shouldn’t be the case. This endorsement wasn’t assigned by the company—it was your brother…”
Fan Qing’s words abruptly stopped.
…
It was all Nie Luo’s fault—his beauty was enough to make anyone lose their mind. Originally, Fan Qing had intended to keep this matter from Jian Feiyang for a while.
On the other end, Jian Feiyang was stunned.
He furiously typed out a string of question marks.
“My… big brother? What does my big brother have to do with this?”
Fan Qing silently looked up at the sky.
This… this was going to get complicated.
How should he explain it? Should he tell Jian Feiyang that he had nudged Jian Feishuo, who then went all out to load Jian Feiyang’s schedule with a series of “affectionate burdens”?
After considering for a couple of seconds, Fan Qing decisively hung up the call.
“You wait here. I’ll go verify this.”
He immediately turned and called Jian Feishuo.
He hadn’t even had a chance to scold Jian Feishuo for being unreliable when, through a faint voice, he heard Jian Feishuo say:
“Finally! The chance to clean up after Ah Yang!”