Jin Ershao was clearly enjoying himself.
Fan Qing swore he could tell.
Truth be told, he almost wanted to toss the whole matter over to Jin Ershao to handle.
Because right now, he just wanted to lie down and get a proper sleep.
As Fan Qing was thinking this, he felt someone’s arms reach around him.
Being held in the arms of a beauty and then being called to work?
Fan Qing fell back naturally.
The iron-strong arms caught him effortlessly, pressing his back against Nie Luo’s chest.
The skin was perfect, the chest firm and strong.
Fan Qing made a mental note: must credit this in Jin Ershao’s little black book.
Nie Luo was already feeling drowsy.
Fan Qing, so insistent…
Nie Luo, a bit fuzzy in thought, muttered half-lucidly:
“What’s wrong? Did I just hear Jin Yi’s voice?”
Fan Qing turned to hug him closer.
“Hmm, just a minor issue.”
…Tsk.
So Jin Ershao really was, a total spoilsport.
“…You’re going to the office?”
This time Nie Luo was slightly more awake.
What time is it now?
Fan Qing isn’t sleeping?
“Can’t very well make Ershao handle it, can I?”
Fan Qing sighed inwardly.
He, too, felt helpless.
Setting aside the spoiling-the-mood issue, having to get out of bed after a night of… strenuous activity to deal with office matters… was somewhat questionable.
Letting Jin Ershao handle it? That was definitely not an option.
Nie Luo was a little speechless.
Yet…
He held Fan Qing a little tighter, his voice tinged with confusion.
“…Fan Qing, aren’t you tired?”
Could it be he hadn’t been putting in enough effort?
But now… it’s past five in the morning…
For a moment, Nie Luo was baffled, lacking a frame of reference.
Is it him who’s inadequate, or Fan Qing who’s just too strong?
Hmm?
He seemed to sense something…
Fan Qing raised his head slightly, meeting Nie Luo’s bewildered gaze.
So funny.
Fan Qing leaned over and kissed Nie Luo on the confused eyes.
“No… I’m tired.”
Truth.
Fan Qing felt like he could fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes.
So…
His entire demeanor shifted.
Killing intent—pure, unrestrained killing intent.
Fan Qing gritted his teeth.
“Let’s see… who’s the unobservant fool disturbing someone’s sleep at five in the morning?”
Nie Luo: …
Fan Qing seems to be in a bad mood?
He slowly pulled the blanket a little tighter.
Although he thought he heard a familiar name just now…
No matter.
As long as Fan Qing’s happy.
And anyone who disturbed them at this hour deserved to be cursed.
Nie Luo thought expressionlessly.
Fan Qing quickly cleaned up and freshened himself, black eyeshadow from the late night still heavy, then headed to the office.
Stepping out of the car, walking a few paces… something felt off.
Fan Qing rubbed his forehead.
Nie Luo was perhaps a little too capable…
Just getting out of bed now, he felt a bit exposed.
Entering the office, he immediately saw the yawning, bleary-eyed Jin Yi.
Why had Ershao come too?
Fan Qing thought, and asked.
Jin Yi hummed and let out a satisfied little sound.
“Strange, isn’t it? Did you even check who got the news first?”
He gestured to himself, puffing out his chest.
“Besides, this concerns the Jian family’s younger members. As the second brother, I have to personally keep an eye on things, right?”
“Really?”
Fan Qing listened but wasn’t convinced.
“Of course.”
Jin Yi looked perfectly righteous.
“Fine then.”
Too sleepy to argue with Ershao.
Better to finish quickly and get back to sleep.
Nie Luo or sleep—what could compare?
Fan Qing expressionless, opened Weibo.
He really didn’t argue with him?
Jin Yi stole a glance, finally relieved.
Then, feeling a little smug…
See?
Good thing he was smart enough.
When he woke Fan Qing, even the voice was slightly off.
Heh, look!
Making a personal trip to the office, there were no small slips now.
Truly admirable.
It was five or six in the morning, Fan Qing a night owl just lying down, and the early riser still hadn’t fully woken.
So Kong Ming’s Weibo post had not yet caused much impact.
Still, no matter the time, there were always those 24-hour entertainment reporters chasing traffic for any little thing.
Almost immediately after Kong Ming posted on Weibo, people were scrambling to react and spread the news. Some even took the time to analyze the meaning behind his words.
Around four in the morning, Kong Ming suddenly posted a Weibo update.
The content itself was simple. He was just responding to a fan’s question:
“Kong Ming V: Another busy day, dawn is approaching, but my heart feels a little cold. It’s not that I don’t want to do some work, or that I won’t do it—but working alone can never match the power of someone stronger than me.”
Before this post, some fans had been confused.
Many of the well-informed ones had already gotten wind of the news—Kong Ming had been assigned a new endorsement.
They knew the schedule for his shoots better than anyone else.
They celebrated it with great joy, but today they noticed something puzzling.
One media outlet suddenly posted a new Weibo, promoting the endorser—but it wasn’t Kong Ming.
Many fans froze.
Wasn’t Kong Ming supposed to be the endorser?
Why was the official account promoting someone else?
Immediately, fans began debating in their chat groups, unable to accept it.
Kong Ming, by chance, opened the fan group. He usually avoided these chats.
He had a very clear definition of fans: they liked him, so he should keep his distance.
He followed the principle: “what you can’t touch is always the most desirable.”
But today, he learned something new.
Jian Feiyang had landed a new endorsement.
And this time, it was for a truly high-end watch.
The moment he found out, Kong Ming felt a heavy blow in his chest.
Why him?
Anger and jealousy immediately surged, filling his chest.
Kong Ming knew why.
Wasn’t it because Jian Feiyang was the young master of the Jian family?
Wasn’t it because Jian Feishuo backed him up?
Wasn’t it because the Jian family had money?
Just like last time, he had signed the contract and even started shooting.
And yet?
As soon as Jian Feishuo stepped in, Kong Ming had to make way for Jian Feiyang.
His eyes burned red.
It was just money, just using influence!
The fire clouded his mind, and in a moment of frustration, he posted that Weibo.
Not long after, his manager saw it and had him delete the post.
But once it was out, Kong Ming’s fans erupted.
“What? The Weibo was deleted? What did Kong Ge say?”
“I didn’t see it either, but it looks like everyone’s going crazy. What happened?”
Some fans had missed the post, but screenshots circulated quickly.
One fan shared it in the group, full of righteous indignation:
“The manager probably deleted it, but you all have to see this. Look at Kong Ge’s words—I can feel his frustration. So that endorsement he mentioned, it seems he really got snatched, right?”
The group instantly exploded with chatter.
“Does this mean Kong Ge really lost the endorsement?”
“Of course! Didn’t you see? The previously promised endorsement went to some new face I barely remember.”
“No need to ask! I can feel Kong Ge’s suppressed frustration just from his tone. And the manager makes him delete the post? I feel so sorry for him!”
The fan group went into chaos.
Then someone stepped forward with a bit of context:
“This is probably true. I just checked—the new endorser is Jian Feiyang. A complete newcomer with almost no work. He’s done a few variety shows that were okay, and a long-ago drama with no substantial role. How does someone like that get a major endorsement? Oh, and here’s another point: he’s also the young master of the Jian family. Now you get it?”
“Is that him? I think I remember. Didn’t he get into hot topics with his previous manager? He was picky, left, and then switched to another manager. And now the company also changed… How can someone like that deserve this?”
“I remember too! Right, right, right—just a rich kid playing life as a game. Switched to a company run by another rich friend. Damn! Kong Ge lost an endorsement to him? That’s disgusting! Money doesn’t make you better than anyone!”
The fans went wild.
Meanwhile, the media, like hyenas smelling carrion, quickly caught wind of the story.
One outlet even dug deeper and published a piece hastily:
“Regarding Kong Ming’s late-night Weibo… according to reliable sources in the hands of our staff, Kong Ming had already signed the contract and started filming. Yet, even so, he couldn’t overcome the power of capital. Kong Ming’s endorsement being revoked is regrettable—after all, the power of capital is not something ordinary people can compete against.”
With that “reliable” insider report out, Kong Ming’s fans completely erupted.
They voiced their opinions under the brand’s new Weibo post fairly politely, just asking the company to give Kong Ming some justice.
But when it came to Jian Feiyang, their comments turned much harsher.
After scrolling through the posts and fully understanding the situation, Fan Qing suddenly felt a wave of boredom.
That’s it?
Just this little thing, and Second Young Master still called him over?
Come to think of it, since Jian himself had arranged a new endorsement as a thank-you, shouldn’t he consider grooming Second Young Master a bit more seriously?
Fan Qing’s gaze slowly landed on Jin Yi, who was dozing off nearby.
Jin Yi was nodding off in that pecking-chick manner when suddenly a chill ran down his spine.
He shivered violently.
What in the world…
He turned his head and met Fan Qing’s eyes.
The next second, Jin Yi bolted.
Damn it! Even though he didn’t understand why, his instincts—honed over years of surviving under his brother—told him one thing: run!
Run non-stop!