Someone called Jian Yang over to meet a new producer. Jian Yang went over and shook hands with the person, and the moment he looked up, he saw Guan Ciyan right behind him. His mind went blank suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” The other person tried to pull their hand back.

Jian Yang, like his brain short-circuiting, released the other person’s hand. “Sorry.”

When he looked again, Guan Ciyan had already disappeared. Maybe the person he saw just now wasn’t really Guan Ciyan, but just his illusion.

“What are you thinking?” A friend from the same production team tapped Jian Yang’s arm.

Jian Yang shook his head. “I’m a bit hungry. I’ll go wait over there.”

Dongdong brought him some cookies to ease his hunger. Jian Yang glanced at them but didn’t feel like eating. He stood alone in the corner, his gaze passing through the gaps in the crowd.

Right, Guan Ciyan didn’t like appearing in noisy places. Even at a banquet he hosted, he mostly stayed in his suite.

The autograph session started, and the guy from earlier came to find Jian Yang again. “Let’s go together later.”

Their CP (couple pairing) and Jian Chengchu had topped the voting on Jian Yang’s post, and when they appeared together, they provided new material for their CP fans. Jian Yang agreed without hesitation.

As he walked onto the stage, Jian Yang adjusted his expression, linked arms with his CP partner, and slowly walked to the center of the autograph board, waving at the media in front and taking photos. His gaze shifted, and he saw Guan Ciyan at the exit of the stage.

Jian Yang tightened his grip on his CP partner’s arm. The flashbulbs hurt his eyes, but he still stared wide-eyed, trying to confirm whether it was an illusion. The familiar, fake smile, the appearance more eye-catching than any star’s.

The world around him seemed to fade away. The noisy sounds retreated like a receding tide. Jian Yang’s hand, still raised in greeting, stayed frozen in place, and his lips curved into a smile.

Guan Ciyan was watching him as well.

A male celebrity who had just left the stage stepped between their gazes and slipped, falling in front of Guan Ciyan. Guan Ciyan reached out to support the person’s waist, and that person, in turn, wrapped their arms around Guan Ciyan’s neck.

Jian Yang’s smile stiffened. If it weren’t for the flashbulb blinding him for a second, his face would’ve fallen immediately.

By the time he finished walking the red carpet, Guan Ciyan had already disappeared. He asked Dongdong, “Did you see Mr. Guan just now?”

Dongdong stood in the blind spot of Guan Ciyan’s vision. “I think I saw him. He went out with a guy.”

“Damn it.” Jian Yang cursed under his breath, trying to pull himself together, then added twenty more producers and directors on WeChat.

It’s just a slip, who hasn’t slipped before? After he kicks Guan Ciyan, he’ll go find a director to slip too—slip into a role, slip into another.

The autograph session ended, and the following events were more relaxed. After finishing his socializing, Jian Yang headed to the hotel arranged by the platform. In the car, he put on his coat and felt the prop gun in his pocket. Suddenly, his mind calmed down. He came to the entertainment industry to act, not to perform tricks. It’s the roles that form his foundation.

Let others slip instead.

Jian Yang rubbed the gun, closed his eyes to rest. Dongdong had prepared the room card for him. “All the assistants’ rooms are on the third floor. If you need anything, call me, and I’ll come find you.”

“Go ahead and sleep. What could possibly happen?” Jian Yang smiled.

“Please make me do something; otherwise, I’ll feel like I’m about to get unemployed.” He had never seen such an obedient artist.

Jian Yang waved his hand and yawned. He was always good to his assistants, never acting high and mighty. In the eyes of his colleagues, his reputation was always good.

He swiped open the door and felt something was wrong. There was still a room card on the cabinet by the door. Jian Yang placed his suitcase outside and stealthily walked inside.

The lights were off in the room, and the faint scent of red wine lingered in the air. Jian Yang wondered if he had entered the wrong room—platforms usually assigned the rooms. He gripped the gun tightly in his pocket and cautiously approached.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view outside was dazzling, illuminating the floor. A tall figure’s silhouette was outlined by the lights.

The gun in his pocket pressed against the back of the person tasting wine in front of the window. “Sir, is your waist soft?”

Guan Ciyan swirled the wine in his glass. “No comparison, so I wouldn’t know.”

“Then, don’t move, sir.” Jian Yang pulled the trigger, and the sound rang clearly through the empty room, almost like a threat.

Jian Yang didn’t make a move, still guarding against Guan Ciyan’s counterattack. But Guan Ciyan responded well to his provocation, standing completely still.

Jian Yang wasn’t polite either. He placed his hand on Guan Ciyan’s waist. The white shirt couldn’t hide the contours of his muscles; the lines of his abs were clear and obvious under his hand. Jian Yang’s face flushed with heat.

So hard.

Jian Yang moved up slightly, feeling the chest muscles, even more impressive.

He bit his lip and withdrew his hand. Guan Ciyan turned around, his brow lined up with the barrel of the gun, his gaze burning. “Satisfied?”

Jian Yang twirled the gun skillfully in his hand, then returned it to his pocket in a second. “It’s so hard.”

Guan Ciyan bent his knuckles and tapped Jian Yang’s head. He noticed the flirtatious expression in Jian Yang’s eyes. If he continued, something might happen tonight.

A child wouldn’t hide his emotions. Guan Ciyan pinched his face. “Sorry, at that time I just wanted him to move away a bit so I could see you. I didn’t expect him to fall at just the right moment.”

Jian Yang raised his head suspiciously. On the way, he had figured it out. With Guan Ciyan’s status, there were at least eight thousand people trying to slip in front of him. If he helped everyone, he could get a “Moving China” award.

What puzzled him was why Guan Ciyan had appeared right there and then appeared in his room.

“Dongdong said she saw you go out with a guy.”

“Should I just let someone who’s playing tricks in front of me go? Who knows how many eyes were watching him fall.”

“Alright.” That sounded like something Guan Ciyan would do.

Better to kill the wrong person than let the right one go.

“You…” Are you jealous?

Guan Ciyan was about to speak when he thought of Jian Yang’s bad temper. Since Jian Yang wasn’t angry yet, it would be better not to add fuel to the fire.

Jian Yang took two steps back. His knee hit the edge of the bed, so he just leaned back and sat, supporting himself on both sides, looking up at Guan Ciyan.

“Hmm?”

He hummed like a little cat, making the sound through his nose.

Guan Ciyan stared at him for a moment, then took two steps closer, lifted Jian Yang’s chin, and studied him carefully. Jian Yang’s cheeks were faintly red. Guan Ciyan leaned down, his nose brushing Jian Yang’s lips as he sniffed. “Have you been drinking?”

Jian Yang raised his eyebrows, giving Guan Ciyan a look as if to say, “You’ll figure it out.”

“I’ve been waiting here for two hours. Where have you been?”

Jian Yang thought about the dozen or so producers on his phone, thinking that they were all potential bosses, his future contacts. Avoiding the topic with Guan Ciyan, he lazily spoke up, “Not allowed?”

Was he saying no drinking?

Guan Ciyan could tell Jian Yang was still in a bad mood and smiled good-naturedly, “Not daring to, Mr. Jian negotiates business well.”

Jian Yang, a bit sharp, thought Guan Ciyan always knew exactly what he was thinking. He wasn’t satisfied and said, “I don’t know if the business is good, but my waist is soft. Sir, would you like to try?”

He even straightened his back as he said it. Guan Ciyan bent down to him, and when Jian Yang straightened, the posture was suggestive. Guan Ciyan’s hand tightened, leaving a red mark on Jian Yang’s chin. “Don’t attract attention, Jian Yang.”

Failed to seduce.

Jian Yang lay down on the bed in frustration, the alcohol starting to hit. The chandelier on the ceiling blinked in his eyes, and he squinted slightly.

Wei Wei’s guess appeared in his mind.

Could it be that Guan Ciyan… wasn’t able to…?

Otherwise, why wasn’t his seduction working, nor anyone else’s? He had been by Guan Ciyan’s side for more than half a year, and it seemed like there had never been anyone like a bed companion around him.

Sss—

Jian Yang squinted, secretly glancing at Guan Ciyan.

Such a good body, what a pity.

Comparing himself to Guan Ciyan was like a rookie rabbit spirit meeting a thousand-year-old fox—the intentions were easily seen.

Thinking his subtle glance was well hidden, in fact, it had been noticed by Guan Ciyan. But since Guan Ciyan’s intentions were not pure, even the obvious things carried hidden meanings.

The little thing closed his eyes and obediently lay in bed, not paying attention to anyone nor scolding anyone. It seemed like he was still practicing his words: “My waist is softer, come touch it.”

The two of them hadn’t confirmed their relationship, and Guan Ciyan didn’t want them to rush into the next step recklessly. So, he refused time and again, each time with more softness in his heart.

The stubborn and silly one, repeatedly rejected yet still holding back his temper. Guan Ciyan only thought Jian Yang loved him so much.

He walked to the side of the bed, bent down, and grabbed Jian Yang’s waist on both sides, squeezing gently.

“Pfft hahaha,” Jian Yang laughed, rolling around. “Sir… Sir…”

He rolled on the bed, and Guan Ciyan held his waist firmly, not letting him escape, and even pressed harder.

“Sir, what are you doing?” Jian Yang’s eyes were filled with tears, laughing as he said like a spoiled child, “It’s ticklish.”

Guan Ciyan couldn’t help but want to devour him immediately, giving an honest evaluation: “So soft.”

Jian Yang blinked, tears glistening in his eyes, staring at Guan Ciyan in a daze. His face and neck were burning.

“Jian Yang,” Guan Ciyan’s voice was hoarse, “Your ears are red.”

“Oh.” Jian Yang touched his ear, and in Guan Ciyan’s eyes, he saw tenderness, care, and some other emotions.

His gaze was always complicated, just like the person Jian Yang had been pondering—Gu Yan Jun. Whether happy or sad, there was always a layer of unreadable emotion in his eyes, making his smile seem fake and his sorrow cold.

“Sir,” Jian Yang pressed further, “Can there be no one else?”

At least, when he played the role of Gu Yan Jun, there shouldn’t be anyone else. If given a little more time to grow, he would repay Guan Ciyan with enough wealth.

As long as… he didn’t give up on him when he was at his lowest.

Guan Ciyan couldn’t resist anymore. He turned over and pressed Jian Yang onto himself, his lips touching Jian Yang’s hair. “Don’t be jealous, don’t overthink.”

Jian Yang thought to himself, “I didn’t.”

Unfortunately, Guan Ciyan still didn’t promise him that he wouldn’t find other actors. Jian Yang listened to the strong heartbeat of Guan Ciyan, quietly complaining: this heart was also a waste.

Guan Ciyan allowed himself to hug Jian Yang freely, breathing in his pleasant scent and the faint smell of alcohol.

“Jian Yang, actually… I think we can give it a try,” Guan Ciyan had been preparing for a grand formal confession but felt the moment and time were just right. “I mean, I like you too.”