Guan Ciyan looked at Jian Yang’s troubled expression, clearly not expecting this answer. He led the conversation, asking, “Anything else?”

“Also, sir, could you sell me your clothes? I need them for work. Although your clothes are expensive, they are second-hand, so could you give me a discount?” Jian Yang didn’t consider Guan Ciyan’s expression or mood and simply stated his request.

If he left Guan Ciyan, he’d face bad luck, but today, when he went to the hospital, Guan Ciyan wasn’t with him, and everything went smoothly. Maybe it was because he was wearing Guan Ciyan’s clothes, and he didn’t have the intention of running away.

He needed to keep these clothes.

Guan Ciyan was sharp and intelligent. Even the smallest clue could let him guess the other person’s thoughts. Jian Yang was so simple and transparent that he didn’t need to be guessed, but Guan Ciyan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What kind of ridiculous request was this?

“Jian Yang, put away that pathetic look of yours.” Guan Ciyan pinched the space between his brows.

“Oh,” Jian Yang took it as an agreement and told the driver, “Uncle driver, take me to the film city.”

“Okay,” the driver trembled, “Y-yes, young master.”

This young master was truly deserving of the title. No one had ever made Guan Ciyan pinch the space between his brows in frustration and still walk away unscathed.

No, to this day, no one had ever made Guan Ciyan so angry that he pinched the space between his brows. Just a furrow of his brow, and the other person would be sentenced to death.

If the age difference weren’t so small, he’d really suspect that this was a love child Guan Ciyan had impulsively fathered in his youth.

The deal was made. Jian Yang turned his head and looked out the window without saying anything. Guan Ciyan didn’t want to bother with him but kept glancing at him. His small body was wrapped in a white shirt two sizes too big, sitting in the triangular space between the car door and the seat, leaving most of the seat vacant.

Guan Ciyan suddenly realized why he hadn’t caught Jian Yang doing anything wrong. Although the little thing offended him everywhere and made him angry, he never crossed a line. Besides protecting him at the old house, arguing with the old master, and hitting Guan Jingyu, and once drunkenly biting him at the hotel, he never did anything out of bounds.

Even when he deliberately indulged and tempted, the information Guan Jingyu and the Jian family needed was within his reach, yet he never gave it a second glance.

If there was truly no hidden agenda, it could only mean this little thing had incredible self-control.

Guan Ciyan’s anger slowly subsided. He rarely treated anyone as an opponent.

When Jian Yang got out of the car, he politely said goodbye to Guan Ciyan, “Sir, I’m leaving.”

“Go ahead,” Guan Ciyan replied calmly.

Jian Yang hesitated, feeling that this calmness was strange. “Sir, my work isn’t much, I won’t be late.”

“Go ahead, the driver will pick you up.”

Jian Yang:?

Driver:?

Guan Ciyan was also stunned. How did he say that so naturally?

The driver replied, “Okay, young master, let me know when you’re done.”

“Oh…” Jian Yang put eye drops in before getting out of the car.

Wei Wei’s film crew was in the middle of the film city. Jian Yang kept walking deeper in, sitting beside the monitor with Xiao Ma. The execution director, who had scolded him yesterday, immediately stood up and greeted him when he saw him. Jian Yang waved his hand and quietly waited for Wei Wei to finish shooting the scene.

Wei Wei emerged from behind the black cloth and saw Jian Yang. “Oh, you’re here?”

Jian Yang said, “Didn’t you say my scenes were moved to today?”

“Your role barely has any scenes, anyone could do it,” Wei Wei, who had been suppressed by Guan Ciyan with Jian Yang yesterday, had become closer to him. “Aren’t you acting with Mr. Guan? Why are you back? What role are you playing?”

Jian Yang shook his head, “My heart is the stage, and any place can be a play. Are there any roles today?”

Wei Wei shook his head, “Why do you have to be in my crew? Isn’t there enough for you to choose from in the Entertainment Hall?”

“Because your talent deeply attracts me,” Jian Yang pressed his hand to his chest. “The fortune teller said my benefactor’s surname is Wei.”

“Alright, alright,” Wei Wei handed him a flyer. “Next scene requires a close-up of a dead body, go get your makeup, but your eyes…”

“Dead people have their eyes closed. I’ll go,” Jian Yang didn’t give Wei Wei a chance to backtrack.

The makeup artist did her best to reduce the prominence of his eyes and gave him a pair of black contacts. “Hide your pupil color. This is a historical drama, not a fantasy drama. Golden pupils are too out of place.”

Jian Yang apologized, “I can’t wear contacts, but I won’t expose my eyes, you don’t need to worry.”

It was just a three-second shot. The makeup artist didn’t want to waste time talking with Jian Yang and, with an annoyed click of her tongue, fixed his eyebrows.

Golden pupils caused a lot of trouble for the makeup artist. If he were the lead, it would be fine because she would only need to focus on him. But he wasn’t, and the makeup artist had to do makeup for many supporting roles and extras. The assembly line work meant she shook her head in disdain when she saw his golden pupils.

Luckily, they were used to it. When the doctor said there was no cure, the hope he had been holding on to since last night was dashed. It had been a long time since he’d felt like this, and it took him until now to adjust his mindset.

He would still become the lead one day. He would have a makeup artist who would serve only him.

The first scene in the evening was his. Wei Wei asked, “Can you do it?”

“Small problem,” Jian Yang smiled confidently and walked into the center of the area surrounded by cameras.

His innocent, soft apricot eyes were bright as day, and with makeup enhancing his features, he looked like a peacock displaying its feathers, enjoying the camera’s attention.

Wei Wei froze in front of the monitor. The protagonists next to Jian Yang had none of this proud confidence, and when placed together, the aura seemed somewhat lacking. Jian Yang, dressed in a bamboo-green long robe, holding a scroll, seemed to have already anticipated the sword behind him. He stood firm, twisting at his waist, raising his hand to meet the blade with a bamboo slip. His posture was upright, unyielding, even as the blade cut through the slip, slashing Jian Yang’s neck and causing blood to spill immediately. Jian Yang closed his eyes as he turned, not relying on his gaze, but with trembling eyelashes showing a calm bravery in accepting death. He pulled the tension of this battle between the intellectuals of Qinghe and the power of the king to its peak.

The leading actor quickly followed, slaying the soldier who killed Jian Yang, stirring the crowd to fight back.

“Cut!”

Wei Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Jian Yang’s immersion into the role, his emotional tension, and his contagious power were incredible. A background character was turned into a sacrificial figure by him, and the lead actor’s emotions were also lifted by him. During the rehearsal, the lead actor’s sword almost lacked the necessary force to kill the soldier, but Jian Yang’s performance sparked something in the actor, helping him find the breaking point at the perfect moment in the plot. If this drama succeeds, over ninety percent of the audience will remember Jian Yang’s character.

He was someone naturally suited for the camera. With him around, the director wouldn’t need to spend half the effort on coaching the actors.

The lead actor, hearing the “cut,” handed Jian Yang a handkerchief, still clearly in character, having forgotten that he had previously threatened to leave the crew if Jian Yang stayed.

“Thanks,” Jian Yang smiled kindly. “You did really well just now.”

The lead actor blushed, suddenly realizing: why am I, the lead actor, asking for feedback from a supporting actor?

Jian Yang was already wiping his neck as he walked away. The blood was sticky. “How’s it? Didn’t hit the eyes, right?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Wei Wei’s heart was still racing.

It didn’t matter if the camera caught Jian Yang’s golden eyes. In fact, such an iconic figure with golden eyes would emphasize the plot twist even more, leaving a deeper impression on the audience. However, since the lead actor was also in the frame, Jian Yang was too prominent, which might overshadow the lead actor’s presence and be detrimental to the development of the entire drama.

“You…” Wei Wei asked sincerely, “You’ve really never acted before?”

Jian Yang thought, what a joke. If we count experience, you’d have to call me senior.

But that was the combined time of two lifetimes, which couldn’t compare.

Little Whale didn’t do this kind of thing.

“I’ve learned, but never acted. How’s that?” Jian Yang asked, pretending not to know.

“You might be a genius,” Wei Wei suddenly felt a deep affinity for Jian Yang, slinging an arm around his shoulder as they walked together. “Your talent is being wasted in my hands, and I really don’t have any suitable roles for you. If you truly want to act, wait for me to arrange something with my senior. He’s preparing a new drama. I’ll recommend you for an audition. Would you be interested?”

Jian Yang could tell from his first encounter with Wei Wei that this person was talented but had not found the right opportunities, probably wanting to offer a helping hand. For both emotional and practical reasons, Jian Yang had no reason to reject him.

If there ever came a day when he succeeded, he would repay Wei Wei in kind.

“Then I’ll wait for your message. My schedule is open,” Jian Yang said as he threw his arm around Wei Wei’s shoulder. “But you still need to pay me for today’s work.”

“Are you really concerned about the 180?”

Jian Yang patted him. “You’re like a brother to me, but even brothers should settle accounts clearly.”

“Alright, alright. Go get your pay. A brother wouldn’t cheat his own.”

Jian Yang happily went to collect his 180 yuan, waiting for the driver to come pick him up.

The eye drops the doctor prescribed were much more effective than before. He had used them two hours ago, and there was still no discomfort.

So many good things have happened today!

The autumn day was still warm, and Jian Yang stood by the door waiting for the driver. Next to the convenience store was a row of boxed sour plum drinks. Without a second thought, Jian Yang spent 10 yuan on one box, then bought another.

When the driver arrived and saw him standing in the sun with an umbrella, he came over. “Young Master, Uncle Zhang said you can’t be exposed to sunlight. Are you alright?”

Jian Yang swallowed a sip of the sour plum drink. “I just bought something. I wasn’t under the sun. Here, take it.”

The driver looked at the sour plum drink. “I don’t need it, Young Master.”

“Thanks for picking me up,” Jian Yang smiled, his almond-shaped eyes curving into a crescent moon, exuding warmth and kindness. The middle-aged driver couldn’t resist such a cute display, and took the sour plum drink.

“Thank you, Young Master.”

“We’ll drink it outside before getting in the car. I’m sure the boss doesn’t like people eating in his car.”

The driver hadn’t expected Jian Yang to be so thoughtful, which made his job much easier. “Young Master, just call me whenever you need a ride. I’ll always be here for you.”

With so many family drivers, it had to be him who picked up the Young Master!

Jian Yang sipped the drink, squinting his eyes with a smile.

At the house, Guan Ci Yan was in the study handling work. When he heard the car pull in, he went to the window and saw Jian Yang hop out of the car like a rabbit. He bent down, patting his wide pants leg after it brushed against the car door, and walked forward lightly.

“Don’t show Jian Yang’s face,” Guan Ci Yan said to the assistant.

“Mr. Guan, if we only show his silhouette and not his face, it’s better for Guan Jingyu’s image. It won’t hurt the fans as much, and most of the media doesn’t dare target him. They’ll just make Jian Yang the target of their reports,” the assistant explained reasonably.

“How to let Guan Jingyu’s scandal ferment is your job. I’ve given you the resources. If you can’t even handle this, I can hand it off to someone else,” Guan Ci Yan said calmly, without anger, simply offering a choice.

If you can’t do it, someone else will.

“Understood, Mr. Guan.”

The assistant, holding the photo of Guan Jingyu with Jian Yang at the Sunny Day Hotel, headed for a lawsuit. Who in the entertainment industry would dare offend Guan Jingyu? To curb his rising popularity, they needed a juicy scandal. Without a living scandal target, Guan Jingyu’s fans wouldn’t believe in him either.

And the photos were crystal clear—Jian Yang and Guan Jingyu’s faces were so obvious, it looked like a posed shot. How could they erase Jian Yang’s face?

The assistant needed to look at last month’s salary to convince himself that although the boss’s request was unreasonable, money was innocent. Don’t take out frustrations on the salary. Even one yuan less would mean he didn’t cherish the renminbi.