“Wh—?”
Jin Yi was dumbstruck. “This is Jian’s younger brother???”
He literally fell out of his chair.
He had only heard of this part in the plan before, but never expected it to be this dazzling!
Damn, the makeup, the suit…
He couldn’t help but glance at Fan Qing, who was coordinating the whole show.
“Was this also part of your design?”
“Otherwise?” Fan Qing replied, clearly satisfied with Jin Yi’s reaction.
Even Jin Ershao was impressed, and ordinary people at the scene—well, they couldn’t be anything but stunned.
It was worth all the effort Fan Qing had invested.
Watching Jian Feiyang on camera, Fan Qing turned to Yao Ge.
“Well done.”
Yao Ge chuckled, not bothering to be modest.
He had spent a lot of effort.
Fan Qing’s intuition had been correct. Even Jin Yi’s reaction was mild compared to everyone else at the scene.
Photographers clicked furiously, while voices from all directions called for Jian Feiyang to face the cameras.
Breaking news? No—
Front-page news!
This would definitely top today’s headlines!
Those lucky enough to capture a perfect shot were already planning how to caption it.
This was guaranteed to be the best moment of the day.
Their movements were swift, and the livestream audience exploded in response:
“Whoa, who’s this? This little guy’s outfit is insane! I need his full profile in five minutes!”
“…Wait? That’s my baby? Jian Feiyang? My little angel? Why the makeup? Wait, you’re wearing… no, it’s a little angel outfit! Mom’s tears of joy! I’m converting to a fangirl!!”
“OMG, I’m stunned! This is Jian Feiyang? Really?”
“This look… wow, best of the night! All male and female stars should take notes!”
On site, Jian Feiyang tried to leave several times but was repeatedly called back by reporters.
The celebrities scheduled to follow him on the red carpet had no objections—in fact, some wished they could secretly skip ahead to give him more time.
Unbelievable!
Dressed so perfectly, they also thought he looked amazing—couldn’t help sneaking a few extra glances.
Hehe!
Being on site was truly enjoyable!
Even the Weibo hosts were impressed. A male and female host waited deliberately for media photos, watching the clock until they could step forward.
The female host couldn’t help but praise him:
“Jian Feiyang, you’re absolutely stunning tonight! Was this look designed by your team?”
Jian Feiyang shook his head honestly.
“No, it was custom-made by a brand in collaboration with my manager. I think the designer’s name is Yao… Ge?”
His expression froze momentarily, yet the eyeliner at his eye corners made him mysteriously seductive.
A natural, pure allure had many covering their chests, gasping sharply.
This… this gaze was naturally enchanting!
Whoa!
Wait, what did Jian Feiyang just say?
The hosts froze, instinctively glancing at him.
Probably just a casual remark, not an intentional plug.
They quickly recovered, smiling:
“Well, your manager has great taste. This outfit really suits you.”
Jian Feiyang chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah, Ah Qing always has a good eye.”
He glanced at them again before asking, “So, may I go in now?”
The hosts smiled knowingly.
“Sign the autograph first, then you can go.”
They gestured to the pen in Jian Feiyang’s hand.
He nodded eagerly.
“Almost forgot.”
He hurriedly turned his back to start signing.
The flashbulbs erupted again in a blinding frenzy.
“Whoa! That waist! That tiny waist! And it belongs to a man? A sporty guy? No way, why is this man’s waist slimmer than mine?!”
“Lick lips, lick lips… I admit it, before today I was just a fan of Jian Feiyang as a kid, now I’ve upgraded! I’m a girlfriend fan! Wife fan! That waist is killing me!”
“I took a good look—this outfit is perfect. Look at how Jian Feiyang’s waist is cinched! I’m having a brabrabrabra moment right now, waist licking all the way!”
Jin Yi stared at the barrage of comments, a mix of awe and incredulity on his face, glancing at Fan Qing.
“…You arranged this too?”
Wasn’t Fan Qing a little too shameless?
Fan Qing waved dismissively.
“These are all real fans. My team is busy with other things.”
“Alright, that’s fine then.”
Jin Yi exhaled in relief. So Fan Qing wasn’t completely depraved.
As he thought this, he heard his brother teasing Ah Sheng nearby.
“You haven’t even licked me, yet you lick someone else?”
Jin Yi typed a question mark slowly.
Instinctively, he glanced at Ah Sheng.
Tang Sheng’s fingers danced across the keyboard, and for his little brother’s ridiculous outburst, he only gave a cold chuckle.
“Are you sure? Are you saying there’s nowhere on me you haven’t… hmm.”
He playfully nipped at Jin Si as if punishing him.
Jin Si felt a mix of pleasure and annoyance—he didn’t like that others were hearing this.
“Then tonight? You’ll make it up to me?”
Tang Sheng casually turned his head and licked Jin Si’s lips once, then calmly returned to his work.
“No need for tonight, this moment is enough. Be a good boy.”
Jin Si was momentarily speechless.
Since following Fan Qing, had Ah Sheng gotten a little bolder?
…Unacceptable!
Jin Yi quietly looked away.
Fan Qing, on the other hand, glanced briefly, thoughtful… then returned to his work.
At the red carpet, Jian Feiyang had just finished signing autographs when the host kindly prompted him:
“Do you want to remove your mask? Or are you planning to wear it all night?”
“Oh, right.”
Jian Feiyang paused, glanced at the female host, then stepped forward to the male host.
He smoothly removed his mask and handed it over.
“Could you hold this for me, senior?”
Before anyone could react, Jian Feiyang unbuttoned his jacket swiftly.
“??? What? So intense! Is this really part of the red carpet show?!”
“Whoa, what kind of saint is Jian Feiyang? I want to rush to the scene and see this in person!”
“!!!??? Little angel, what are you doing, little angel?! Mom won’t allow this… huh???”
He quickly removed his outer jacket, revealing the perfectly fitted shirt beneath.
It clung to his torso, hinting at the taut, athletic lines of a young man’s waist. Even as he moved, a faint row of abs could be seen.
But that wasn’t even the main attraction.
The flipped-over suit jacket held another secret!
The pure white jacket turned black, and Jian Feiyang lifted his chin slightly, his pale neck gleaming under the contrast. The half of his face previously hidden by the mask was now revealed, with minimal makeup—long eyelashes dyed white, fluttering like fallen angel feathers.
The crowd fell silent for a brief moment, followed immediately by a frenzy of camera shutters.
Click! Click! Click! Capture it all!
On the livestream, the barrage of comments exploded:
“Holy sht! This makeup! This outfit! The designer gets me, the makeup artist gets me! Ahhh! Jian Feiyang is a human treasure! Sweet and pure yet seductive at the same time! Husband! I just have to say it—husband, fck me!”
“I’m so stunned I don’t know how to hold my phone! I hate it—I hate that I can’t be on the big screen right now! Amazing! The designer is a god, the makeup artist is a god, and Jian Feiyang—he’s a god! I used to think he was just a pretty simpleton with strong limbs. Now I realize… I’m the idiot. He’s the beautiful one!”
“Waaah, my fan-girl heart just got double-punched! I can’t take it, I’m switching—girlfriend fan?! No! Husband fan! Hi, husband!”
Oblivious to the chaos, Jian Feiyang brushed the mask from the male host’s hand and took it with him.
His eyes blinked lightly, radiating both angelic purity and irresistible allure, leaving everyone frozen.
Only after he had walked far did the female host regain her composure.
She whispered in awe:
“This… is really…”
Words failed her.
She looked at her co-host for guidance, only to find him utterly dazed, staring at Jian Feiyang’s retreating figure, his neck and ears flushed red.
Recalling how composed he had seemed earlier, the female host felt a complex mix of emotions:
Was it that she wasn’t good enough? That she had intruded?
Jian Feiyang left the red carpet, and the livestream comments paused—for a full five seconds.
Then, a tidal wave of comments erupted, covering the entire screen.
“No way, my wife is too good-looking! I just want to go downstairs and run three laps in excitement!”
“I want to run ten laps! Waaaah, Mom, my dear mom, your daughter has found her future partner on the Spring Gala! You must be so proud!”
“I always thought Jian Feiyang was a little angel, but today he truly gave me a huge surprise! Career-fan satisfaction maxed out. Shoutout to the manager for styling the little angel! Seriously, amazing eye for detail!”
“But honestly, this outfit blew me away. I knew Jian Feiyang was handsome, but seeing him today, I really get it. Wait… did the little angel say this was a collab with his manager? What brand is this, anyone know?”
“Finally someone asked! I’ve been dying to know! Has anyone noticed a weird trending topic in the past few days about a designer allegedly involved in academic cheating and hidden rules? Then suddenly his classmates show up, stirring a ‘golden couple’ CP hype. I’m completely lost.”
“? What does that have to do with this?”
“Of course it matters! The designer being discussed? That’s Yao Ge. Isn’t he the designer the little angel mentioned just now?”