The backlash against Fan Qing came suddenly, but it wasn’t entirely out of the blue.
From trending searches to the exposure of “Fan Qing’s” photos, everything happened in less than a single day.
The situation escalated rapidly. Some people even began digging into how Fan Qing had gone from being a mere assistant to becoming a manager.
And after digging and digging, they somehow unearthed someone completely unrelated.
Nie Luo.
“Everyone knows that Jian Feiyang, the young actor who’s been pretty popular lately, performed excellently in his variety show debut and successfully attracted a lot of fans. But today, what I want to dig into isn’t him—it’s the person behind him: his manager, Fan Qing.
Several photos of Fan Qing are currently circulating online. In the spirit of delivering the most authentic gossip, I’ve already confirmed with a staff member from that production team that the person in the photos is indeed Fan Qing.
So here’s the question: not long ago, he was just a minor assistant. How exactly did Fan Qing climb so quickly into a manager’s position? Don’t worry—follow this account, and we’ll expose even more insider information in the future!
Next, let’s dig into what’s really going on here…”
“‘Dig into what’s really going on’… A-Qing, what do you think they’re going to guess?”
He didn’t want to know what they were guessing—but right now, he really wanted to kick Jian Feiyang out.
If they weren’t inside the Jian family’s private gym.
Fan Qing stood expressionless on the treadmill, continuing to sprint, completely unmoved by Jian Feiyang’s animated performance.
He even had the spare mental bandwidth to think:
If Jian Feiyang had acted like this back when he was filming, he probably wouldn’t have advised this guy to go down the variety-show route.
With acting skills like this, he could be mass-producing Oscar trophies, all right?
Seeing that Fan Qing ignored him, Jian Feiyang didn’t get discouraged.
Anyway, his training was already over. What did Fan Qing’s extra training have to do with him, Jian Feiyang?
He cheerfully kept scrolling.
“According to reliable information from a friend of this blogger, Fan Qing actually has an unusual relationship with a certain famous top-tier star! I can’t conveniently say this person’s name, but I’m sure all of you with your sharp eyes have already guessed who it is. This person even once shared the same manager as Jian Feiyang…”
Jian Feiyang froze.
“Huh? He’s not saying… A-Qing, you and Jing Yuan, right?”
Fan Qing’s steady stride faltered, and he nearly put on a live ankle-sprain performance.
He quickly grabbed the handrail, then couldn’t help shooting Jian Feiyang a glance.
Seriously?
This kid is being serious?
Well… extra training could wait until after this kid left.
Staying fit was important, but health came first.
Fan Qing silently stepped off the treadmill.
After thinking about it, he still couldn’t help speaking up.
“Besides Jing Yuan, there’s someone else who used to have the same manager as you. You didn’t forget, did you?”
“Huh?”
Jian Feiyang blinked, then slowly reacted.
His eyes widened instantly. “You mean… Brother Nie?”
—Hiss!
Jian Feiyang sucked in a sharp breath.
At least his brain wasn’t completely hopeless.
Fan Qing took a towel out of his bag and wiped the sweat from his face.
“But A-Qing, how did you know they were talking about you and Brother Nie? You didn’t even read it.”
Jian Feiyang sounded genuinely confused.
He hadn’t even read the rest out loud yet!
Twisting open his water bottle, Fan Qing took a slow sip.
Forget it—he took back what he said earlier.
And also, it was definitely time to add walnuts, that all-important brain supplement, to the nutrition plan.
The blogger really was talking about Nie Luo.
“According to reliable information, not long ago when that person went to an audition, Fan Qing—then still Jian Feiyang’s assistant—went along to the audition site with him. Moreover, someone personally witnessed the two behaving extremely intimately in the lounge. After that, Fan Qing suddenly underwent a major change, even jumping directly from an assistant to becoming Jian Feiyang’s manager. This blogger boldly speculates that he ‘successfully climbed his way up.’ What do you all think of someone like Fan Qing? And how do you view Jian Feiyang having a manager who relied on his body to get ahead?”
As soon as this article was published, Jian Feiyang’s fans were relatively restrained—but Nie Luo’s fans completely lost it.
“So now any random nobody can latch onto my Brother Nie to farm clout? Who the hell is Fan Qing, I’ve never even heard of him. And who is Jian Feiyang? This can count as riding hype too? Have some shame!”
“Brother Nie just lost an assistant and that’s enough to milk traffic? Some newbies really need to learn shame.”
Nie Luo, as a top-tier star in the industry, had maintained a spotless record since his debut—zero scandals, zero blemishes.
On the surface, this article seemed to be targeting Fan Qing, but in reality it dragged the ever-lofty Nie Luo into the mess. His fans naturally couldn’t tolerate that at all.
“A-Qing, Brother Nie’s fans are about to explode. Aren’t you going to deal with this?”
Jian Feiyang nearly read himself into mental shutdown.
This was terrifying—their combat power was way too strong, wasn’t it?
But still… was A-Qing really not going to do anything about it?
He couldn’t help glancing over at Fan Qing, who had somehow gone back to doing push-ups.
“Of course I’m going to deal with it,” Fan Qing said, sounding faintly regretful.
Even though it was a bad rumor, he admitted that being linked to Nie Luo’s name did give him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
That said, he couldn’t afford to burn through all the goodwill before he’d even managed to win the guy over.
“Hahahahaha—no way, no way, they actually said you were sleeping with someone who isn’t even your assistant!”
Deafening laughter erupted from an independent villa in the Donghu Lakeside area.
Jin Yi was laughing so hard in the living room that he was practically losing basic bodily function, drool nearly dripping onto his open V-neck shirt.
Even so, he couldn’t stop.
“I swear, these gossip idiots are killing me. Of all people they could make things up about, they pick you? In this world, anyone could have a scandal—except you, okay?! Hahahahaha, I’m dying. And they even said you helped him rise to manager—what kind of imagination is that? If you were going to promote him, why not make him your own manager? These people are genuinely hilarious.”
Nie Luo hadn’t planned to pay him any attention.
But—what did he mean, he absolutely couldn’t have a scandal?
Why did that sentence suddenly sound off to him?
He glanced again at Jin Yi, who was laughing wildly on the couch, and an inexplicable feeling rose in Nie Luo’s chest.
“It’s not completely false.”
The unrestrained laughter cut off abruptly.
Jin Yi twisted his face into a stunned expression and stared at him.
“…What do you mean?”
What did “not completely false” mean?
Had he misheard, or had Nie Luo misspoken?
Turns out, when this guy shut up, he was actually pretty pleasant to look at.
Nie Luo felt like he’d just discovered a new world.
When he caught Jin Yi’s shocked little stare, the mischief in his heart only intensified.
“I said the gossip isn’t entirely wrong. Fan Qing did go to the audition with me.”
“?”
Jin Yi lunged over the back of the couch, eyes practically shooting X-rays.
“Wait, no—that’s not what you meant just now, is it? If he just went to an audition with you, how does that count as a scandal? Unless… he really did have something going on with you?”
He made a bold guess.
Nie Luo’s expression changed almost imperceptibly.
Something going on?
If it was a one-sided matter involving someone touching his third leg…
The thought flashed through his mind—and he immediately snapped himself out of it.
Too late.
Jin Yi had already let out an incredulous shriek, looking like his entire worldview had just collapsed.
“No way! Nie Luo, you’re serious? You actually hooked up with a little assistant? I mean, sir, even if spring fever hit you, you could’ve picked more carefully!”
He’d seen photos of that manager named Fan Qing. Forget everything else—just that lifeless face alone, and Nie Luo could stomach that? Talk about no standards!
“His looks aren’t that bad,” Nie Luo replied reflexively.
More than just looks.
Although the man seemed to deliberately hide behind thick lenses and frames, Nie Luo could easily tell—from his movements, from his eyes—that Fan Qing, both inside and out, had excellent fundamentals.
And those hands.
Nie Luo had seen many outstanding hands.
In their line of work, hands often weren’t their own when shooting commercials.
Hand models—a little-known profession, but one Nie Luo had encountered often.
Yet most of the hand models he’d seen couldn’t compare to those hands.
They weren’t impossibly beautiful, but Nie Luo could clearly remember every line on them.
The index finger was slightly longer than average, nearly the same length as the middle finger.
The nails were neatly trimmed, smooth and flawless. The finger bones mirrored the owner’s build—slim in appearance yet long, and likewise filled with strength.
And that thumb—the warmth at its pad was inexplicably high. When it brushed against someone, it would—
Nie Luo abruptly cut off his train of thought.
Damn it.
He cursed inwardly as a shadow had already pounced right in front of him.
Jin Yi was fascinated. He leaned in close to Nie Luo’s face, clicking his tongue in amazement, wearing the expression of someone who had just discovered an entirely new continent.
“I thought you were joking just now—but looking at that expression of yours, you’re actually in heat, my brother.”
He was stunned.
Genuinely, completely stunned.
This was Nie Luo they were talking about. This guy—this guy who seemed so detached from worldly desires—actually felt lust for someone?
After being brothers for so many years, this was the very first time Jin Yi had ever seen that kind of look on Nie Luo’s face.
Nie Luo had been born with a naturally beautiful face. Growing up, that face had caused him no end of trouble, drawing in bees and butterflies everywhere he went. After a while, Nie Luo had basically stopped letting any expressions show on it at all.
And maybe it was because he’d been annoyed one time too many—over the past twenty-plus years, he’d never shown the slightest hint of interest in anyone, male or female.
And now—this?
There was more.
A trace of ill-intentioned amusement slowly surfaced on Jin Yi’s face.
“Didn’t you just say his looks weren’t that bad?”
…Tch.
Nie Luo instantly reverted to his usual cold, unapproachable expression and stopped responding.
But Jin Yi wasn’t afraid of that anymore.
Today, even if he died, even if he jumped off the balcony, he was going to pry this clam’s mouth open!
Forget everything else—he just wanted to know one thing.
Had they gone all the way or not?