A-Qing was sleeping soundly.
Nie Luo thought.
His arm completely encircled Fan Qing, holding him securely in his embrace.
Fan Qing’s breathing rose and fell steadily, each movement clearly felt against Nie Luo’s chest.
It felt like he rarely saw A-Qing this quiet.
Nie Luo thought to himself.
He lowered his head slightly.
The fine strands of hair brushed against his chin.
Ah…
This way, he couldn’t really see A-Qing’s face.
Nie Luo thought with some mild frustration.
He carefully leaned back a little.
Fan Qing shifted.
He nudged closer toward Nie Luo, and Nie Luo immediately froze.
Fan Qing pressed against his chest, the arm resting behind Nie Luo’s waist tightening just a little.
Their chests were pressed together again, heartbeats overlapping—only Nie Luo’s was noticeably faster.
Nie Luo stayed stiff for a moment.
Fan Qing didn’t move again.
He quietly let out a breath of relief.
Thank goodness—he thought he might have woken A-Qing.
Then again, Nie Luo felt he was being overly cautious.
A-Qing hadn’t slept properly for two days straight; there was no way he’d wake that easily.
A-Qing must have been exhausted these past few days, he thought.
Still… so impressive.
Nie Luo had been following the whole situation closely.
He hadn’t missed a single step of how Fan Qing linked one move to the next from beginning to end.
A-Qing would definitely become the best manager.
Nie Luo thought.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of Fan Qing’s hair, then slowly closed his eyes.
It was just that… dinner was a bit of a shame.
As the storm died down, Wu Zong from the brand company naturally learned that Jian Feiyang had picked up another light-luxury watch endorsement.
He stared at it for a long time, unable to help but admire it.
“Manager Fan really does have some skill. Young and impressive.”
On their end, they had followed Fan Qing’s instructions completely.
He truly hadn’t expected that not only would their reputation be cleared, but their new product’s sales would also see a noticeable increase.
It seemed that if there was a chance in the future, working with Manager Fan again would be worth considering.
Many people shared that same thought, so by the time Fan Qing woke up, a significant increase in work was already waiting for him.
But before that—
A full night passed. Morning sunlight, tinged with winter’s chill, spilled into the room.
It wasn’t particularly warm, but it did drive away some of the bone-deep cold.
Fan Qing woke up.
He woke up early—so early that he realized Nie Luo, who was holding him, was still asleep.
As he lifted his head slightly, Fan Qing’s breath caught.
No matter how many times he saw it, even ten thousand times over, Nie Luo’s unparalleled good looks would still leave him stunned.
And now, this person belonged to him.
In a great mood, Fan Qing leaned in and lightly kissed Nie Luo’s eyelids.
“Mm, A-Qing?”
Nie Luo woke up.
His morning voice was overly hoarse. His long lashes fluttered gently before he slowly opened his eyes.
“A-Qing, you’re awake?”
He subconsciously glanced out the window.
“You’re up so early.”
The sun had only just risen.
“Morning. Did I wake you? Did you sleep late last night?”
Fan Qing lifted a hand to block the harsh sunlight for him.
If he remembered correctly, hadn’t he fallen asleep almost as soon as he got home?
Then what about Nie Luo?
Don’t tell him Nie Luo had just lain there with him all night?
Nie Luo caught his hand and kissed his palm, then hooked his left leg around him, pulling him into his arms.
“No, I slept early too.”
He paused, preparing to sit up.
“A-Qing, you must be hungry. I cooked last night—”
Before he could finish, Fan Qing flipped over and straddled him.
“No rush.”
Fan Qing suddenly remembered something.
He leaned closer, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against Nie Luo’s.
Their breaths mingled, his voice low and teasing.
“Last night, before I fell asleep, I think I heard ge ask me a question? What did you ask me? Why don’t you say it again now?”
If he hadn’t misheard—
Then that question was absolutely worth hearing one more time.
He knew it.
He knew A-Qing would start messing with him again the moment he woke up.
Nie Luo thought.
He really did understand A-Qing too well.
So… did A-Qing want more after all?
But A-Qing hadn’t eaten anything since last night…
Nie Luo thought about it, yet still obediently repeated himself.
“I asked A-Qing whether you want to eat first, or eat—”
What kind of brand of little sweetheart was this?
Fan Qing thought, as his lips swallowed Nie Luo’s last word.
It was a bit hot.
Fan Qing tugged at the collar of his sleepwear.
Hm?
The texture under his hand made him glance down instinctively.
The next second, Fan Qing’s expression turned a little subtle.
This piece of clothing—why did it look so much like Nie Luo’s shirt?
“A-Qing?”
Nie Luo noticed his distraction, his tone tinged with confusion.
How could A-Qing get distracted at a time like this?
…Forget it.
This kind of thing could be talked about later.
Fan Qing thought, then suddenly withdrew from Nie Luo’s hold.
Nie Luo froze.
The next second, he realized that Fan Qing had sat down on the tops of his feet.
That lean, powerful waist and back arched forward.
Scorching breath immediately spilled down onto it.
Nie Luo’s pupils dilated sharply.
His fingers instinctively threaded into Fan Qing’s hair. “A-Qing!”
“Hm?”
Fan Qing lifted his brows slightly.
There was no seductive softness in his eyes—only a raw, possessive sense of aggression.
Nie Luo froze at the sight.
The next second, the tips of his ears flushed red as he stopped Fan Qing’s movement.
“No.”
No?
Fan Qing lifted his head in surprise.
He hadn’t misheard, had he?
Nie Luo actually said no?
His gaze dropped to Nie Luo’s reddened ears.
…Right. He almost forgot.
His boyfriend was the type who got embarrassed easily.
Fan Qing thought about it, a little regretful.
If that was the case, then it seemed his plan to have Nie Luo bite him would have to be shelved for now.
With that thought, Fan Qing returned to his original position.
“I’ll listen to you.”
A bit of flirtation—Nie Luo would agree sooner or later.
Fan Qing thought casually.
Seeing that A-Qing didn’t insist, Nie Luo quietly let out a sigh of relief.
A-Qing hadn’t eaten anything all night—doing that on an empty stomach probably wasn’t good, right?
After all, even when it entered the body it made A-Qing uncomfortable; swallowing it probably wouldn’t be good either?
Next time. They’d talk about it next time.
But over the next two days, Nie Luo still didn’t get another chance where A-Qing took the initiative with that.
Even though A-Qing was still proactive enough to leave him a little overwhelmed—
Still…
Did A-Qing forget something?
Should he remind him?
But what if A-Qing didn’t feel like it right now?
Nie Luo wavered back and forth, and two days passed in the blink of an eye.
“Not bad. Young Master Jin the Second has made some progress.”
On the morning of the third day, Fan Qing stretched lazily, his face full of satisfaction.
Very nice.
Two straight days with no interruptions had truly been freeing and delightful.
He really wanted to keep indulging, but…
Forget it.
His kidneys couldn’t take it, and neither could that.
Fan Qing wasn’t someone who didn’t know restraint.
Besides, if Nie Luo could accompany him for several days straight, his work schedule was probably already piled sky-high.
Thinking this, Fan Qing leaned against the doorframe, watching Nie Luo shave.
“Ge, if I remember right, don’t you have a movie coming up that needs an audition?”
Nie Luo nodded, then shook his head.
“No audition. It’s already been decided.”
Fan Qing paused slightly.
Then it made sense.
Given Nie Luo’s ability, of course.
But if that was the case—
Fan Qing blinked.
“Then when does ge’s movie start filming?”
Nie Luo’s shaving hand paused.
And Fan Qing actually caught a trace of evasiveness in that movement.
What was Nie Luo avoiding?
A thought suddenly flashed through Fan Qing’s mind.
He tested it with a half-laugh.
“Don’t tell me—it’s starting these next few days?”
He’d been wondering how Nie Luo managed to clear time to stay with him.
So this famously hardworking man had actually skipped work just to be with him?
A-Qing guessed it.
A-Qing really was sharp.
Nie Luo hadn’t expected to hide it anyway. He slowly nodded.
“Ge, did you do this on purpose?”
Fan Qing couldn’t help walking over. He wiped Nie Luo’s face clean.
Then he leaned in and kissed him fiercely.
Was this man doing it on purpose?
Deliberately making him fall a little more in love every single day.
This feeling of being favored—it was dangerously addictive.
On purpose? About what?
Nie Luo didn’t quite understand, but that didn’t stop him from opening his mouth to accept the passionate kiss of someone in love.
It was just—
A-Qing was biting a bit too hard.
Nie Luo thought quietly.
Would it be too obvious once he got to the film set?
“Nie-ge, over here.”
Before they even reached the set, as soon as Nie Luo got into the car, the assistant gestured to him.
The assistant paused, then said evenly,
“Mr. Fan’s suggestion was that maybe we should put some lip makeup on you first?”
Nie Luo didn’t think much about it.
“Then go ahead.”
“Okay.”
The assistant nodded and immediately pulled a small makeup pouch from his bag.
His hands were steady; his thoughts were not.
How should he put it?
Although those of them who hadn’t passed Jin Zong’s side and had been filtered out were all doing fine after finding new jobs…
He kept a straight face while applying makeup to Nie Luo, his mind drifting.
But he really hadn’t expected that, after training to become bodyguards, they’d end up working as assistants to celebrities.
And not just any celebrity—Nie Luo, no less.
Still, when you thought about it, maybe it wasn’t that different.
Their line of work was originally meant to protect big stars or powerful bosses anyway. Assistant or bodyguard—there wasn’t much difference.
Like pretending to be deaf and blind to the employer’s private romantic life. That part was exactly the same.
“All done.”
The assistant took out a small mirror for Nie Luo to check.
“Nice work.”
Nie Luo was genuinely a bit surprised.
This assistant really was full of surprises.
Big and burly on the outside, yet unexpectedly meticulous, with a surprisingly wide range of skills.
“As it should be.”
The assistant took back the mirror and added,
“Bodyguard training includes this too. Sometimes you need certain disguises.”
Nie Luo immediately understood.
No wonder.
A-Qing’s taste really was excellent, he thought.
Today’s luck was good—traffic was smooth, and Nie Luo arrived at the film set quickly.
The moment he walked in with his assistant, the director spotted him right away.
“You finally made it!”
The director hurried over.
“Am I late?”
Nie Luo nodded briefly to the others, then was pulled aside by the director.
“Not really. Quite a few people still haven’t arrived.”
As the director spoke, he hurried on.
“But that’s not the issue. It’s like this.”
He sighed, then glanced at Nie Luo’s expression.
“Well, that fourth male role we’d already talked about—he suddenly said today that he’s not coming. I had someone ask around, and it turns out there’s a web drama offering him the male lead. The guy just ran off.”
“The contract wasn’t signed?”
Nie Luo frowned slightly. The originally gentle expression on his face gradually returned to its usual cool detachment.
The director snorted.
“He kept dragging it out. I already felt something was off—he kept asking who the male lead was, and I never paid him any attention. This morning I heard about it—good grief, he just up and left.”
He paused, his tone turning a bit subtle.
“Honestly, it’s probably better that he left. You can tell he wasn’t the steady type. If he’d known you were the male lead, who knows what kind of trouble he might’ve stirred up later. The only problem is, finding someone suitable at this point is a bit rushed.”
“It won’t be.”
Nie Luo said calmly.
“Huh?”
The director froze.
Nie Luo picked up his phone and walked a few steps away, the chill on his face easing slightly.
“We can find someone suitable. I have a good candidate in mind.”
“That’s great—if you think he’s suitable, then he must be good.”
The director immediately brightened.
He couldn’t help chattering on.
“Then hurry up and contact them, get it arranged. We’re waiting to start shooting. Young people these days are just too restless—not like you, steady and solid from the moment you debuted. If a role fits, you take it; if it doesn’t, you don’t. How can someone be so picky when they don’t even have much backing, their abilities aren’t that impressive, and yet they’re full of little schemes?”
As he spoke, he couldn’t help glancing at Nie Luo again.
Just look at him.
He really wished those flighty young kids would learn from Nie Luo.
After all, Nie Luo wasn’t just an actor now—he was also the biggest investor in this film!