The Weibo lottery results came out. The winner was Miss Yuan from the Yuan family. Fan Qing remembered checking her profile—she was unmarried but soon to be engaged in a business alliance.
Fan Qing had an idea. When contacting her, he also sent a small gift congratulating her on the engagement.
“Wow, I even received a gift early. Double happiness!”
Miss Yuan was a bit surprised. Many people in this circle knew how to manage relationships well, but Fan Qing, as an agent… he was exceptional.
After all, an agent who can’t navigate people well couldn’t reach this position. No wonder he had the trust of Director Jin.
Miss Yuan’s mood lightened as she remembered some of the gossip she had heard.
Fan Qing soon arrived at the Yuan family villa with Yao Ge and his assistant.
The moment they entered, Miss Yuan’s eyes fell on Yao Ge.
“This is Yao Ge?”
He looked so small!
No wonder she thought that. Fan Qing was slim but had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and impossibly long legs—perfect proportions that didn’t make him look short next to Yao Ge’s assistant.
Yao Ge, however, was naturally shorter. And since he was going out, the assistant had wrapped him up tightly, leaving only his nose and eyes visible from the scarf.
Standing next to Yao Ge’s tall, burly assistant, he was practically dwarfed, looking like a delicate little figure.
Miss Yuan, after exchanging greetings, couldn’t help but smile in a rather peculiar way. Her eyes kept darting between Yao Ge and his assistant, and the expression growing on her face was oddly… intense.
Yao Ge, focused on asking about her preferences and requirements, didn’t notice.
His assistant, however, caught it and frowned slightly.
Miss Yuan’s expression was strange. Why was she staring at them and smiling so oddly? Smiling was one thing, but this look—he couldn’t quite pinpoint what was off, yet it felt… not quite right.
After a moment’s consideration, he concluded she wasn’t planning anything weird; her behavior was just peculiar. His job was simply to watch over Yao Ge—nothing else mattered.
Fan Qing, on the other hand, noticed something immediately.
He observed Miss Yuan for a while, studying that smile carefully. The expression—while not exactly like the “auntie grin” of diehard CP fans—was unmistakably the same.
Uh-oh.
Seems like she’d been caught…
Miss Yuan, sensing Fan Qing’s gaze, subtly reined in her smile. She cleared her throat and met his eyes briefly.
Fan Qing, perceptive as ever, merely smiled faintly.
“Miss Yuan has quite a mainstream interest.”
“Mainstream?” she blinked.
Fan Qing nodded slightly.
“For people like us, it’s a very common hobby.”
Miss Yuan thought for a moment. True, Fan Qing was an agent—agents saw plenty of CP fans. She felt a little embarrassed.
So he really had noticed she was fangirling?
Still… the two of them were undeniably cute together.
Miss Yuan controlled her expression but couldn’t hide her excitement. Being caught in the act left her a little self-conscious.
She led Fan Qing a few steps away and lightly coughed before speaking.
“A trivial hobby… but I may have been a bit impolite in front of Agent Fan.”
Fan Qing’s response? Not only was it not impolite, it had even sparked new ideas for him.
“Miss Yuan, you jest. It’s nothing at all,” he said, polite yet amused.
Meanwhile, Yao Ge had recorded her requirements and sketched some rough designs that only he could decipher. Once finished, he quietly exhaled in relief.
Good. Not too troublesome, just a little uncomfortable stepping out.
Yao Ge glanced at his assistant with reliance.
“Done with the sketches?” the assistant asked.
Yao Ge nodded. The assistant efficiently packed them into a single shoulder bag.
Then, naturally, he extended a finger. Without hesitation, Yao Ge clasped it.
Miss Yuan, still in her peripheral vision, saw the scene and was struck.
Whoa!
She felt like grabbing her chest and taking deep breaths—what was this combination of a little sweetheart and his protective, strong man?!
Fan Qing observed Miss Yuan’s expression, then glanced at Yao Ge, unconsciously trailing behind his assistant with a “So, we’re done here?” posture. Interesting.
After bidding Miss Yuan farewell and getting into the car, Yao Ge quietly spoke up.
“That Miss Yuan is… a little strange.”
Fan Qing, surprised that Yao Ge noticed, glanced at him.
The assistant simply murmured, “Quite normal. My older brothers say rich people often have odd quirks.”
“Oh, I see.”
Yao Ge relaxed, then quietly returned to his design work.
Though… Fan Qing wondered—was Yao Ge too easily amused?
Still, the assistant was from the Jin family. In this investment in Yao Ge, the Jins were also involved.
The news of Miss Yuan winning the lottery quickly spread online. Naturally, she posted her own excited comments on Weibo.
With that, netizens were finally certain: Yao Ge’s designs truly passed the test in the eyes of these wealthy ladies!
Some couldn’t resist revisiting old gossip:
“Speaking of which, remember Zhang Fu? The guy who secretly tried to belittle Yao Ge to show off, but he was actually a mediocre student? I wonder if he’s jealous now that Yao Ge is doing so well.”
“Even if he wasn’t doing as well, he would have been jealous. Why else would he try to drag Yao Ge down back then? Oh, and because his wife always liked Yao Ge. So sour.”
“One could argue—if the person you like admires someone else, wouldn’t you try to become better than that someone else? I remember Zhang Fu trying to belittle Yao Ge, claiming his talent and awards were fake or that he got in through connections. Then he even started a trending topic debating if someone with good grades but bad character is better than someone with poor grades but strong ability…”
“Really, this is hilarious. Can’t stand seeing someone excel, so you stomp on both their talent and character, huh?”
“I’m curious though—does Designer Yao really lack ability? If he did, why do so many teachers praise him? Maybe he just doesn’t care about socializing with classmates and focuses solely on his craft?”
As the conversation went on, someone quietly tried to @ Miss Yuan. Who didn’t know she’d won the lottery? Surely she’d interacted with Designer Yao!
That person’s tag, done on a whim, unexpectedly got a reply!
“Designer Yao? You’re all wrong. He’s a classic artist type, a clean, innocent kid living fully in his own artistic world. His abilities are strong—after just a few words, he already grasped exactly the style I wanted. And personally, he seems so soft and sweet. Standing next to his assistant, he looks like a big little kid—very obedient and cute.”
Miss Yuan’s Weibo post stunned the replying netizens. Others were equally shocked.
“Wait… is there something wrong with my eyes?”
“Same here.”
“I thought Designer Yao was supposed to be some aloof, super-talented genius who hardly talks but is great at communication, but now you’re telling me he’s just a sweet, obedient kid?”
“Seriously though—wow, the image is so vivid! Thinking back to Zhang Fu’s incident, Designer Yao didn’t speak up at all. Imagining Miss Yuan’s description… that’s literally a sweet, innocent kid, totally immersed in his art, paying no attention to outside noise. This is my ideal artistic little prince!”
“Help! The way the previous person described him… I instantly remembered that photo of Designer Yao: curly hair, obedient little prince vibes! I’m officially jealous—I want to see him in person!”
“The important part is how soft and sweet he is! And what does it mean that he looks like a big little kid next to his assistant? I don’t know if you noticed, but I picked up a hint I dare not imagine.”
“You mean… Miss Yuan might be—?”
“Allies? (trying to signal frantically)”
“What if…?”
Miss Yuan froze when she saw the comments.
Was she about to be exposed?
Before she could think further, she got a DM. Heart racing, she opened it—and her eyes went wide.
…Wow!
High-quality images, cute, sweet, perfect for fangirling!
She quickly opened and saved them in one go.
The sender seemed momentarily surprised and then quickly retracted the message.
“Sorry! I accidentally sent it to your ID—it looked similar to my friend’s. Sorry, I shouldn’t have sent it while fangirling QAQ.”
No! Don’t retract it!
Miss Yuan, realizing she was about to be outed online anyway, straightened her neck and steeled herself.
“It’s fine, really. But this image is really high quality. May I ask… what CP is this?”
Hmm?
The bait was taken.
Fan Qing happily typed back:
“We’re a niche CP, but really fun to ship! It’s Agent Fan and Brother Nie’s CP! And there are several wives in the group who constantly post content, often very… spicy. Want to join the group?”
Tang Sheng: …
For a moment, he looked at Fan Qing the same way he would look at Jin Si.
Pervert.