The air suddenly filled with a dangerous scent!
Yuan Jing suddenly became alert: Danger!
Yao Ge: Ababababa, how much do I need to pay for this to be appropriate?
“Mr. Fan, maybe we should go inside first?”
The assistant suddenly stepped over, lowering his voice as he gestured for Fan Qing to look around at their surroundings.
Tch—this was all Nie Luo’s fault, that little enchantress.
Thinking this, Fan Qing nodded and went along with it.
Just as he was about to turn and go inside, he remembered something and looked at Yuan Jing.
“You’re coming too?”
“Huh?”
Yuan Jing froze, then shook his head rapidly.
“No, no, no—I just wanted to ask when Brother Nie would be free to rehearse with me again. Next time is fine too, I’m really not in a hurry. Agent Fan, you guys go ahead and talk!”
As he spoke, he retreated quickly, as if some terrifying beast were behind him.
Meanwhile, Yao Ge wore a look of utter shock.
What?
You can’t just back out at the last second like that!
“So wouldn’t that mean he’d be the only one left…”
Oh—no, not quite.
Yao Ge watched as a big, burly man slipped in as well, extremely low-key.
After thinking it over, he quietly shuffled closer to him.
I mean—when all’s said and done, it kind of feels like right now he should be sticking with the guy who looks like a bodyguard, right?
He had just turned around when he saw the person who had been pinned and kissed earlier casually extend an arm and wrap it around Manager Fan’s waist.
Fan Qing’s waist.
Fan Qing’s.
Yao Ge: ?
For a moment, his understanding of reality completely flipped.
Wait—
Wasn’t it just now Manager Fan who was the one—
“Why did you come?”
Over here, Nie Luo had his arm around Fan Qing’s waist. The icy reserve on his handsome face had completely melted, replaced by unmistakable happiness and delight.
Fan Qing’s brows and eyes were full of smiles, to the point that Nie Luo almost wanted to pin him down and kiss him a few more times.
“Of course I came to see you. It’s been days—I missed you.”
He said it openly, with deep affection, making Nie Luo want to pull him into his arms and kiss him.
But—no.
There were other people around.
Nie Luo felt a little regretful, yet he also looked oddly like he was asking for praise.
“Today I helped Yuan Jing go over his scenes, so I came back especially early.”
“So that’s why Yuan Jing was following behind you?”
Fan Qing reacted immediately.
But that wasn’t important.
The corner of his eye curved as he kissed Nie Luo at the corner of his mouth, like a reward.
“So you hurried back early to call me?”
Nie Luo shook his head.
Fan Qing: Hm?
Nie Luo kissed him back.
“It was because I wanted to video call.”
Should his boyfriend’s habit of dramatic pauses when talking be treated?
Fan Qing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
But honestly—he was totally sweetened by it.
Boyfriends really were sweet.
After the two leaned close together and talked quietly for a bit, Fan Qing finally remembered the Yao Ge he had brought along.
He glanced toward the sofa in the corner.
…Good grief.
Yao Ge and the assistant both snapped their gazes away like they’d just seen a ghost.
So they were sneaking looks?
Fan Qing was half amused, half exasperated.
If you’re going to watch, just do it openly—what’s with the sneaking around?
Looking completely unconcerned, he didn’t even think about whether others might feel awkward.
“Yao Ge, come here.”
Fan Qing waved him over.
Yao Ge’s whole body stiffened.
Busted!
He’d definitely been busted!
Damn it— the assistant guy next to him was peeking too, so why wasn’t he being called out?
Yao Ge cried internally, his feet feeling like they were filled with lead as he shuffled toward Fan Qing.
“Manager Fan, you called for me?”
Fan Qing: ?
Who else would I be calling?
“Come work.”
Yao Ge: ?
He froze.
“Work?”
Fan Qing nodded, finally pulling himself out of Nie Luo’s arms.
Turning around, he easily tugged Nie Luo up with him.
“Measure him. Like I mentioned before—make him a set first and see how it turns out.”
“Huh?”
Yao Ge blanked.
Before?
It took him a few seconds before he suddenly remembered.
Manager Fan had mentioned earlier that thing—about him being able to attend some banquet openly and legitimately, right?
B-but!
Yao Ge looked at Nie Luo, then at Fan Qing.
All of a sudden, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“R-right away? Making clothes for M-Mr. Nie?”
Even if he were completely clueless, he’d heard of Nie Luo’s name!
This—this was the absolute ceiling of the domestic entertainment industry!
C-could it be that Nie Luo was going to wear his clothes to walk red carpets and stuff?
Fan Qing shot him a glance.
“What I mean is, make a few sets first and see how they feel.”
He explained calmly.
“Nie Luo is the most perfect clothes rack. If you can’t even manage to design properly for him, then the rest of the plans can be shelved.”
Yao Ge deflated instantly, like a balloon leaking air.
Waaah—so it was a test after all?
He really had been overthinking things!
But oddly enough, that realization made Yao Ge relax.
He pulled out the measuring tape he always carried with him and started measuring Nie Luo.
As he measured, a strange sense of familiarity crept in.
Wait—why did these measurements look so familiar?
Yao Ge froze for a second, then for once, his brain worked at lightning speed.
Of course they looked familiar.
Weren’t these the measurements Manager Fan had given him before?
So they belonged to Mr. Nie?
So they really are—
Nie Luo let Yao Ge do his work, but he looked at Fan Qing with faint surprise.
“Ah Qing?”
Fan Qing briefly explained Yao Ge’s situation to him at his side.
After finishing, he didn’t bother avoiding the fact that Yao Ge was still there.
“I think he has good talent, and he’s got a teacher backing him. If things go well, developing it into a brand isn’t impossible.”
Someone’s ears quietly perked up.
Nie Luo understood.
But his thoughts drifted somewhere else.
“Ah Qing… is it that I’m not making enough money?”
Why did it feel like Ah Qing was always trying so hard to make money?
Was that just his imagination?
Nie Luo thought about it, then glanced again at Yao Ge in front of him.
It wasn’t his imagination—he was already standing right here.
Fan Qing froze.
What?
How could Nie Luo possibly not be earning enough? He was one of the highest-earning people in the entire industry—
Wait.
A sudden flash of insight hit Fan Qing, and he understood.
Smiling, he stepped in front of Nie Luo, his expression soft and full of tenderness.
“Nie Ge, are you worried that the wages I give you won’t be enough for me to spend?”
Nie Luo didn’t respond, but his eyes said it all.
If it were enough, why would Ah Qing still go to all this trouble?
Nie Luo couldn’t understand.
Yao Ge: Wow… wow!
He felt a strange tickle in his nose.
D-damn it!
Facing two handsome men openly flirting right in front of him—it was like a nosebleed waiting to happen!
So… bold, so daring!
Fan Qing leaned around Yao Ge and naughtily bit Nie Luo’s throat.
“Isn’t that right? Of course, Nie Ge, your salary card has enough for me to spend, but I want to… with the money I earn myself, buy things for you. Like that outfit before…”
The last words trailed as he lightly licked along Nie Luo’s neck to the slightly reddened shell of his ear.
Yao Ge couldn’t help but turn away silently.
This was not something he was allowed to see!!!
This was basically a late-night pay-per-view channel—he couldn’t handle it!
Nie Luo’s ear flushed even redder.
His breathing quickened, his eyes pleading slightly.
“Alright, I get it. We still need to measure, Ah Qing, stop teasing.”
The implied meaning only made Fan Qing want to toy with him even more.
But he had no interest in letting others witness too much of Nie Luo’s reactions.
A little teasing was fun and intimate; too much, and he’d be unwilling to share.
This was a treasure meant solely for him.
“Fine then.”
Fan Qing stepped back, hands raised in surrender.
“I won’t tease for now.”
So… later, he would tease again?
Nie Luo understood, yet he couldn’t help feeling a quiet thrill of anticipation.
And that thing Ah Qing had just said earlier…
Nie Luo’s heart swelled with honeyed happiness and excitement.
Ah Qing wanted to earn money to buy him clothes.
Just like he had imagined.
Clothes personally picked out by his boyfriend, worn by his boyfriend—it was like holding Ah Qing in his arms at all times.
And… even taking them off personally.
Nie Luo’s mind raced.
No, not now… later… later he could think about that.
He wasn’t supposed to be here, he should be under the car!
Yao Ge, unusually perceptive, noticed the rising temperature and intimate atmosphere in the room. He measured Nie Luo as quickly as humanly possible and darted to the side.
“Manager Fan, I’ve finished measuring.”
“Thank you.”
Fan Qing nodded, pulling himself slightly away from his restless emotions.
“It’s late, you go check into a room first. We’ll go together tomorrow.”
Yao Ge nodded quickly.
The assistant, picking up on the cue, followed and left.
The door closed.
Fan Qing took a long step, then a small leap, landing onto Nie Luo.
His long, straight legs wrapped around Nie Luo’s waist, and Nie Luo caught him steadily.
Their eyes met, and they immediately leaned in, exchanging a heated, sticky kiss.
The belt flew off with a clatter, then the pants were pulled down, still tangled with a small piece of cloth.
Fan Qing’s fingers moved urgently over the shirt, but Nie Luo pressed them down.
He slightly parted his lips, eyes burning with passion.
“Ah Qing… leave the shirt on.”
Speaking, he did it himself, slipping into the shirt that wasn’t his.
Fan Qing raised an eyebrow.
Nie Luo… really likes this, huh.
Before he could think further, he was pulled into a whirlwind of longing-fueled passion by Nie Luo.
In a daze, only one thought crossed his mind:
Wait, didn’t he forget to buy the little umbrella?
…Never mind.
Once in a while, it was pretty exhilarating.
The next day, on the plane, Yao Ge couldn’t resist.
He peeked.
He peeked again.
Fan Qing had completely shed the arrogant, aloof demeanor Yao Ge had seen before.
He slept quietly, soundly, nestled in Mr. Nie’s arms.
Yao Ge looked several times, and it almost didn’t seem like one person.
Fan Qing, next to Nie Luo, somehow looked sweet.
Yao Ge felt a twinge of envy.
Is this… love?
He was thinking that when Fan Qing shifted slightly.
Yao Ge’s face froze, still full of admiration from before.
The slightly loosened collar revealed a strip of skin.
Just a little bit, yet Yao Ge could see the dense trail of kiss marks.
Gah—!
So… wild?
He looked more carefully and noticed another detail.
The shirt Fan Qing wore clearly wasn’t his own.
It wasn’t just a shirt he had brought!
And it was slightly big, with a few wrinkles…
Yao Ge’s mind went blank.
D-damn it!
Why did it suddenly feel like the air was soaked in pure couple energy?
He glanced at the sleeping Fan Qing and began to ponder.
Could it be that Fan Qing slept so soundly because…?
Then he quietly looked at Nie Luo, who had flown back with them.
So that’s what kind of Mr. Nie he really was!