Nie Luo’s looks were top-tier in the circle.
This was practically an accepted fact—no one would deny it, no one didn’t know.
Yet when Nie Luo stepped down in a dark red suit, everyone’s breath nearly caught in their throats.
Stunning.
But not just stunning.
The dark red was interwoven with pure black, and a few deliberate white strands threaded through his hair.
Fans in front of screens were temporarily speechless.
Stunning. Truly stunning.
The tailored suit pants revealed a hint of ankle; the dark red jacket accentuated its slimness, and as the eye followed the straight line up, those impossibly long legs unabashedly flaunted their natural advantage.
Higher up, a vest blocked any prying gaze.
Fans were momentarily stunned.
“Nie—Nie Luo is wearing a vest?”
“I’m a bit dazed… Nie Luo in a vest looks unusually youthful and somehow incredibly stylish.”
The jacket wasn’t properly worn but casually draped over his shoulders, in contrast to the fully buttoned inner shirt that gave off an austere vibe. The loose jacket lent him an air of rebelliousness and casual freedom—like a scholar engrossed in a book, yet casually smoking a cigarette nearby.
Smoke swirled, partially obscuring his figure.
Most striking of all were the few white streaks in his otherwise jet-black hair.
One strand fell over his exposed forehead, brushing near his eyes.
As the man lifted his head from the car, the white strand moved back, and his black eyes slowly gained a sparkle, glowing under the flashes, impossible to look away from.
The moment anyone met his gaze, words failed them.
Reporters, too—
Breaking news, right here!
Hurry and write it!
Then they froze.
Write… how?
Many minds went blank.
How could words describe this?
Only a handful of those who understood the scene began snapping photos frantically.
Just take the shots!
No matter how many, they all felt every single one would be priceless.
The two hosts reacted quickest.
They couldn’t hide the astonishment in their eyes but maintained professionalism as they approached Nie Luo.
Up close, they were even more stunned.
Nie Luo’s face was flawless; the white strands didn’t age him but added an indescribable, unique charm.
It was a nuance only he could carry.
They were awed, yet forced smiles forward.
“Welcome, Teacher Nie. Tonight’s look is really—”
They spoke in unison, then fell silent simultaneously.
Fans at home, finally regaining their composure after the shock, understood.
“2333, don’t deduct points, official dad, can’t blame the hosts—they’re just speechless. I literally don’t know what else to say besides ‘wow.’”
“Exactly! Their impact must be even stronger. Everyone says Nie Luo doesn’t look good on camera, so seeing him in person has to be even more stunning! Why can’t I be there? Can I still become a journalist just to get a few face-to-face shots? My standards aren’t high, I just want a few photos to treasure!”
“I… I don’t know what to say either. But Nie Luo really is stunning. Sisters, is this look the surprise he promised us? Red suit, white hair, right? If all surprises are like this, I am so ready! Nie Luo is amazing, please keep it up!”
“I don’t care if it’s officially a surprise—I’m already blown away! Ward heaven, this outfit is perfect. I knew Nie Luo had a great figure, but I didn’t expect it to be this perfect! The hairstyle is genius too—the white highlights are perfect, and that high ponytail! Stylist, come out, I’ll pay you! Please, keep this up!”
Not only did the fans think this way, but even the hosts couldn’t help teasing him.
“Teacher Nie’s look tonight really stunned us! I wonder if he’s got another treasure in hand. Which stylist created this look? Honestly, if there were a Best Styling award tonight, this person could probably claim it right now.”
The hosts were teasing, but also genuinely curious.
They were insiders too; today they were hosting, tomorrow maybe walking the red carpet themselves. Knowing who crafted such a standout look could come in handy for future events.
Nie Luo casually ran three fingers through the back of his hair, a white streak falling neatly behind his head.
His expression remained as composed as ever, yet the red-and-white ensemble gave him a distinct flair—aloof, yet burning with quiet intensity.
His eyes seemed to glimmer with light, though on closer inspection, it might have just been an illusion.
But… the stylist?
Nie Luo blinked slowly, his long lashes fluttering like dark butterflies—both mesmerizing and casual, as if nothing had happened.
He was impressed that A-Qing had even thought of this.
Perhaps, he mused, it suited A-Qing’s intentions perfectly.
Nie Luo nodded slightly.
“This stylist, you actually know—he’s my good friend, Fan Qing. This suit is a gift from him, and I heard it’s Designer Yao’s work.”
He paused, adding a subtle clarification.
“Originally, it was meant as a small surprise,”—even though the ‘surprise’ was for A-Qing—“but I didn’t expect the fans to be so excited.”
And since Nie Luo’s outfit had been torn by A-Qing, Fan Qing had come up with this solution.
“I thought his styling was great, so I agreed. Otherwise, I would’ve had to order ten more sets.”
The hosts were stunned.
Yao Ge again?
They were quick to filter out the repetitive mentions of Yao Ge and grasped the main point.
“Fan Qing? The manager from Tenghuang? He’s actually friends with Teacher Nie?”
Well… that wasn’t quite the focus.
They pressed further, astonished.
“Fan Qing can do styling too? He really is a multi-talented manager.”
This was a fresh piece of news for them.
Even some of the photographers had already whipped out their phones to jot it down.
Nie Luo nodded.
“Yes, you all know him? He even visited the set during the New Year.”
Nie Luo’s fans immediately flooded the comments.
“2333, yes, yes, we all know. But why does Nie Luo look so proud while talking about it?”
“LOL, I also think he’s showing off, but maybe he’s genuinely happy because not many people visit the set?”
“Sisters, isn’t the focus wrong? It’s not the visit—it’s that Fan Qing styled Nie Luo! I’m blown away! The red and white, the whole surprise, it’s perfect! Fan Qing is amazing, I love this styling so much!”
“Damn, isn’t the real point that Fan Qing got Designer Yao to make this outfit early for Nie Luo? This is so good, I get why rich ladies love him. Fan Qing nailed it!”
“Hehe, hehe… Nie Luo and Fan Qing, wow. Mom, I’m starving!”
“??? Did the previous commenter just randomly go off?”
No, they didn’t—CP fans hadn’t expected official content this sweet.
Even Miss Yuan, quietly observing, was thrilled.
So satisfying! So ship-worthy!
Fan Qing styling Nie Luo, and Nie Luo wearing Fan Qing’s gift to the red carpet in red? It practically screamed wedding ceremony vibes!
Miss Yuan quickly opened her Weibo private messages to send a new one.
“Madam, madam, madam! I want to add a wedding night scenario. Can we get it done this week?”
Meanwhile, Tang Sheng, working overtime, froze.
CP fans’ imaginations really kept getting wilder.
How did they leap from a red carpet to a wedding night scenario?
He couldn’t help but ask:
“Isn’t Mr. Nie on the red carpet today? Why don’t you want pictures of them together on the carpet?”
Gasp—!
Truly, a mastermind!
Miss Yuan inhaled sharply. It wasn’t her imagination that was narrow—it was her creativity that had been lacking.
This was the world of true pros!
She quickly replied:
“You’re right, Madam!!! Yes! I want it all! One month is enough time? Or can we pay extra to get it done sooner? Two weeks, how about that?”
Not likely. He didn’t even want to take it.
Tang Sheng stared blankly at the screen, then calmly stood up.
Then he proceeded to do a full set of yoga right there on the spot.
The soreness in his lower back eased considerably.
Not bad.
Tang Sheng slowly exhaled, then slowly sat back down in his seat.
Now that the weather was getting warmer, perhaps he should pack Jin Si up and throw him out sooner rather than later.
Otherwise, even ten sets of yoga might not be enough.
As he thought about it, something else suddenly occurred to him.
What exactly had Second Young Master been up to lately?
Why had he not come out to mess with his older brother even once?
If this kept up, he would be taking far too much fire on his own.
With that in mind, Tang Sheng kept his eyes on the screen while calmly placing a call to one of Jin Yi’s close friends.
Raise troops for a thousand days—use them at the crucial moment.