Jin Yi felt rather innocent.
Who knew?
In broad daylight, who would have expected these two to already be… busy?
Moreover, could Old Nie even take time off for the Lunar New Year Gala? Probably not.
And Fan Qing himself—likely spending New Year’s Eve at the company—still managed to pull this off? Ridiculous!
He rambled a bit, then added:
“So really, this isn’t my fault. Right, Ge?”
He turned his head, looking for some acknowledgment from Jin Si, who was curled up like a little ball beside him.
Jin Si didn’t even glance at his silly younger brother. He was busy holding Tang Sheng’s fingers tightly.
“Can’t you just sit on my side and focus?”
He glanced at Jin Yi, too.
“Or you can sit where he is—doesn’t look like he’s doing much anyway.”
Jin Yi, who had been demanding validation a moment ago, was now fuming.
What did his brother mean by that?
How could he suddenly be “useless”?
Just as he opened his mouth to argue, his brother’s gaze swept over him.
“During the New Year, why didn’t you host a party?”
The implication was clear: don’t get in the way here.
Jin Yi was shocked, speechless.
He wanted to shout, “Are you even my real brother?”
But then he thought better of it and gave a sheepish grin.
“Brother, remember, you’re in my company now. This is my territory.”
“So?”
Tang Sheng didn’t respond, but Jin Si wouldn’t back down either. He even found a moment to scold Jin Yi.
“The company is yours, yes, but I gave it to you. Any thoughts?”
Jin Yi’s smug expression vanished immediately.
Well, nothing to say then—he had no ideas at all. He quietly calmed down.
Tang Sheng, on the other hand, gave a helpless sigh.
“Fine, I won’t leave, but no funny business, alright?”
He knew Jin Si well enough. Coming over during the New Year instead of attending all those social events probably meant he was expecting exactly this.
Tang Sheng didn’t plan to refuse Jin Si.
He just couldn’t do it while working. Anything like that would have to wait until nighttime.
…Tsk.
Tang Sheng’s only flaw—he cared too much about his own body.
Jin Si felt a twinge of regret.
Still, seeing his lover’s every move, he could at least indulge himself a little.
After thinking it over, Jin Si agreed.
But…
He couldn’t help but give Jin Yi a sharp look.
If it weren’t for that brat being here, even if he couldn’t do anything right now, having Tang Sheng sit on his lap while working would have been perfectly fine!
Thinking that, his gaze toward Jin Yi carried a subtle warning.
Who was Jin Yi?
His brother’s personal radar for forbidden zones practically went off immediately.
But!
Jin Yi struggled a little, deciding to test the waters in his brother’s radar zone.
Just to watch the show.
Who wouldn’t want a front-row seat to some juicy drama?
Meanwhile, in the villa, Fan Qing and Nie Luo had to grit their teeth and take cold showers separately, suppressing their urges.
Before splitting up, Fan Qing kissed Nie Luo’s eyelids.
“Ge, will you be able to come back tonight?”
Nie Luo’s heart tightened, tinged with regret and apology.
“…The studio just started, there are some obligations I have to fulfill.”
So, he might be busy even until tomorrow.
Fan Qing understood but didn’t feel too disappointed.
That’s exactly why he had arranged tonight’s little scene.
“It’s alright, Ge. You know I’ll be busy too. We can celebrate properly when we’re both done.”
Looking at Nie Luo’s apologetic expression, Fan Qing calmly erased it with a soft kiss.
They were never meant to live quietly and steadily.
And for two people in the entertainment industry, the Lunar New Year was indeed a luxury.
“Alright.”
Nie Luo nodded, and they parted ways.
A few steps later, he grabbed Fan Qing’s hand again.
“Hm? Ge?”
What now?
Fan Qing was slightly surprised.
Nie Luo looked at him deeply, then quickly said:
“Order that piece of clothing. I’ll wear it.”
He hurried off, leaving a reddened ear and a flushed back.
Fan Qing froze for a moment, then realized what had been said and chuckled softly.
Nie Luo—this was exactly why he loved him so fiercely.
And since Nie Luo said he would wear it, of course, Fan Qing had to place the order.
He practically danced with delight, so much so that when he met Yao Ge later, Yao Ge was a little taken aback.
He thought tonight’s matter was serious…
But how could the manager look so relaxed and carefree?
Yao Ge, normally not anxious, now felt even calmer.
Then Fan Qing opened his mouth, and Yao Ge’s mood plummeted from heaven to hell.
Fan Qing: “By the way, there’s a new order to discuss.”
Yao Ge: QAQ!
Hell is empty!
Fan Qing walks the earth!
He tried to stay strong, but his face was pale as he braced himself.
“Manager, please… tell me, what’s the order?”
So many! Too many! He couldn’t possibly finish them all!
Orders kept coming—open eyes, work; close eyes, design.
Wasn’t life already a little too full? QWQ
Time to work on stress management.
Seeing Yao Ge like this, Fan Qing thought for a moment… but today his mood was good, so he let it slide.
He briefly explained the requirements.
Yao Ge obediently nodded and said yes.
Once they got in the car, Fan Qing didn’t look back. He exhaled quickly.
Oh yes!
Good thing when he gave the clothing to Fan Qing, he’d held back one for Mr. Nie.
This way, he could slack off on one order!
Spot on!
Hehe~
A holiday… his holiday~
And with orders to work on, isn’t he in a good mood?
Fan Qing caught Yao Ge’s expression in the rearview mirror and started thinking.
So, Yao Ge is actually a bit of a masochist?
The more orders he has, the more he complains, yet deep down he’s secretly happy?
If that’s the case, maybe a real holiday isn’t such a good idea—he might as well keep working until the fifteenth of the lunar month.
The heartless capitalist Fan Qing mused.
After dropping him at the company, Fan Qing handed him over to Jin Ershao.
At the scene, only Jin Ershao was free.
What? You mean Jin Si?
Not free at all. He was busy testing the boundaries with Tang Sheng, figuring out how to get a little advantage without affecting Tang Sheng’s work.
Night fell quietly outside, winter evenings coming unusually fast.
At this time, many people were either having New Year’s Eve dinner or holding their phones, waiting.
Even more were turning attention to the pre-show red carpet events hosted across platforms.
Traditionally, the red carpet spotlight always belonged to female stars. Each put incredible effort into looking stunning, hoping to dominate the headlines and earn glowing media write-ups.
Meanwhile, online, the Weibo discussions that had briefly started praising Zhang Fu began to shift slightly.
Not dramatically, but a new voice emerged.
Many of those still waiting for the red carpet caught sight of these posts.
All of the comments were aimed at Yao Ge, whose online presence had been fading.
Some even compared him directly to Zhang Fu, attacking Yao Ge fiercely.
The tone wasn’t flattering to Zhang Fu, nor disparaging to Yao Ge.
Instead, it made the commenters themselves look uncivilized, leaving readers with a sense of disgust at their behavior.
Jin Yi watched, eyes wide.
He clicked his tongue, sneaking a glance at Fan Qing.
“I’ve got to say, that’s a pretty sneaky move. Nobody would expect you to sabotage yourself like that.”
No wonder Nie Luo was so easily swayed by Fan Qing—this level of strategy is just par for the course.
Honestly, hadn’t Fan Qing seemed even more handsome than when they first met?
Skin clearer, complexion fairer, body sharper… even his aura looked youthful and striking.
…Tsk. Thinking about it made Jin Yi a little uneasy.
Fan Qing didn’t even look at him. While giving instructions, he casually replied:
“Ershao still has a lot to learn. These tricks are common in the industry.”
Fan Qing’s point: “Abusing fans isn’t much different from this tactic.”
Jin Yi froze.
Wait, really?
Is the entertainment industry really this chaotic? No wonder it’s kind of intimidating…
He stared at Yao Ge, dumbfounded.
Wait, why is Yao Ge—one of the targets—acting so nonchalant?
Jin Yi scrutinized him carefully and thought Yao Ge even seemed… a little pleased?
Pleased about what?
Ordinary people seeing those comments would at least feel a little upset.
Zhang Fu thought the same.
He hadn’t expected so many attacks on Yao Ge out of nowhere.
He even asked the PR team if it was their paid promotion. They honestly replied: “That would’ve cost extra.”
So it wasn’t?
Then these were genuine netizen reactions?
Thinking that, Zhang Fu’s twisted excitement was hard to hide.
See!
It’s all about strategy!
Even if Yao Ge is a top student with talent, so what?
Doesn’t mean he can’t be manipulated at will.
Yao Ge must feel miserable now—
Frustrated, angry, sad, and yet unsure of what to do.
And Zhang Fu?
Thinking of finally convincing his father-in-law to let him enter the company for learning after the New Year, his whole body trembled with excitement.
Finally, a glimmer of hope!
The online attacks continued, and praise for Zhang Fu didn’t falter.
This trending topic emerged in a lull before the red carpet event, catching some netizens off guard.
Before they could react further, another hot search exploded:
#Jian FeiyangRedCarpetStuns#
At the red carpet, every camera instantly focused on Jian Feiyang the moment he appeared.
All attention, completely on him.
Before him, a female star had strutted in a revealing, semi-sheer outfit.
She struck provocative poses, trying to command the camera’s attention. Yet before she could feel satisfied, she noticed the reporters audibly gasp in front of her.
She instinctively turned her head.
Who dared to be bolder than her?
The next second, she froze.
It was as if she saw an angel.
The boy walking out struck a balance between maturity and youth. He wore a pristine white suit, buttoned all the way to the top. His stand-collar shirt covered his neck completely, only just revealing a hint of his Adam’s apple…
…Yet this only made people want to peel it open, revealing that throat in its entirety—a mysterious, forbidden allure.
The suit was bright white, with bold gold accents along the cuffs.
As he moved, the faint glint of gold seemed to radiate a sense of solemn mystique, a sacred feeling that made people instinctively feel both hesitant to approach and irresistibly curious.
Even more striking was the boy in the pristine white suit—Jian Feiyang—whose face was only half-covered.
Yes, he wore a mask.
The mask covered just half of his face, but the exposed half was nothing like the innocent perfection people might expect. Instead, black mystic symbols were etched across it.
The corners of his eyes were accentuated with dark eyeliner, and his slightly smiling lips were a deep, almost demonic purple.
The female star standing nearby nearly screamed.
How could a man’s makeup be even more seductive than a woman’s?
No—it wasn’t imitation. It was pure male allure.
Mysterious, sensual, darkly captivating, yet carrying an undeniable power.
Yet when the gaze fell upon the white suit, it created a paradoxical impression—two distinct personalities seemed to coexist within that pristine body.
The clean, pure, immaculate persona was suppressed and hidden, inaccessible to the viewer.
In an instant, the female star’s mind was consumed with a single thought: she had lost.