When a Man Becomes the Villain

The incident had caused quite a stir. In fact, it could be called a rather big deal. Although Wan Lian […]

Originally, Fan Qing had cleared some time in his schedule for Jiang Mian. Almost immediately, he realized—he could go visit

The room was silent. Jiang Mian didn’t speak, and neither did Wan Lian Lian. The difference: Jiang Mian stared at

Yao Ge had been living rather comfortably lately. Although he had been forced to stay up late on the night

Fan Qing had woken unusually early. Not because he was exceptionally healthy, but someone nearby had set off electronic firecrackers,

Netizens might dream about getting their failing idols a new agency or manager, but most were still fixated on Jian

One room, a microcosm of life! No matter how Zhang Fu tried to explain, online public opinion was already completely

The comment thread immediately sparked recognition among fans: “Whoa? Now I remember! That name Yao Ge sounded familiar—so it’s him?”

“Wh—?” Jin Yi was dumbstruck. “This is Jian’s younger brother???” He literally fell out of his chair. He had only

Jin Yi felt rather innocent. Who knew? In broad daylight, who would have expected these two to already be… busy?

“Nie Ge, you’re back…” “Mm!” Fan Qing barely got the words out before Nie Luo strode over and kissed him.

Those few photos acted like a lit match to dry tinder. Suddenly, a flood of people who knew Yao Ge

Today’s installment done. Tomorrow’s double update awaits! [Even during Lunar New Year, I’ll keep updates going!] The whispers started oddly,

Jin Yi instinctively looked at the driver. The driver remained calm. “Er-shao, I already warned you before, but you seemed

The plane landed, and Fan Qing finally caught his breath. He rubbed his lower back a couple of times and

The air suddenly filled with a dangerous scent! Yuan Jing suddenly became alert: Danger! Yao Ge: Ababababa, how much do

The moment Fan Qing got off the plane, he called Young Master Jin to ask for leave. Behind him trailed

Yao Ge silently lowered his head. Small. Pitiful. Helpless. What else could he do? The teacher really did know. Fan

Zhang Fu could hardly believe it. Designer Yao? Yao Ge… design? Orders? Rushing work? The amount of information packed into

It was that same face, still familiar to the point of impossibility. The clumsy, old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses that Zhang Fu