“Set Me as Your Moments Background”

Song Jingchen entered the competition venue, eager to find Nan Pei, and started looking around for him.

Suddenly, Song Jingchen’s gaze was drawn to two people on stage—

On stage, Nan Pei was hugging a tall young man.

The sight of the two embracing made Song Jingchen instinctively frown.

He stared directly at Nan Pei, feeling inexplicably annoyed by the scene.

Standing still, Song Jingchen’s long fingers tightened.

After a while, just as he was about to move towards the stage, he saw Nan Pei politely push the young man away.

The next second, Nan Pei smiled and hugged the other members of the TKT team one by one.

Song Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Nan Pei was just celebrating with his team after a victory. The hug, though annoying, was purely out of joy.

As for why Nan Pei was so happy, it was obviously because the team had helped Song Jingchen earn money.

Watching the boy on stage hugging everyone, the gloom in Song Jingchen’s eyes dissipated, and he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

On stage.

After learning that Song Jingchen had arrived, Nan Pei immediately pushed Duan Heng away and re-hugged the members he had embraced earlier.

The TKT members were a bit puzzled but didn’t think much of it, assuming Nan Pei was just overly excited.

Maintaining a fake smile, Nan Pei felt his face starting to ache from smiling too much.

Duan Heng stood aside, dumbfounded by Nan Pei’s actions, disbelief flashing in his eyes—

He had initiated the hug with Nan Pei, but Nan Pei pushed him away in less than three seconds??

After hugging Manager Ruan, Nan Pei looked at Duan Heng and said with a smile, “Xiao Duan, I’m really happy for you and TKT. Keep up the good work in the next match.”

Duan Heng frowned slightly, pursing his lips without speaking.

Nan Pei couldn’t understand why Duan Heng looked so unhappy.

Was it because he hugged Duan Heng earlier?

…Possibly.

If Duan Heng was upset because of that, then it was better for him to disappear from Duan Heng’s sight sooner, especially since the match was already won.

“Xiao Duan,” Nan Pei suddenly said.

Duan Heng looked at Nan Pei.

He thought Nan Pei had noticed his unhappiness and was going to comfort him.

However, the next second, Nan Pei said:

“I have something to do, so I’m leaving.”

Duan Heng: ???

Under Duan Heng’s astonished gaze, Nan Pei turned and left without looking back.

Returning to the audience, Nan Pei found Song Jingchen still watching him. Knowing he couldn’t avoid him, he sent Song Jingchen a message: “Jingchen Gege, there are too many people here. Wait for me outside.”

Song Jingchen glanced at the message, thinking that Nan Pei was hinting at wanting some alone time together.

Cunning.

Song Jingchen chuckled coldly and turned to walk towards the door.

Nan Pei breathed a sigh of relief, though he wasn’t sure why Song Jingchen was so agreeable this time.

Duan Heng stood on stage, watching Nan Pei leave the competition venue, his brows furrowed, fingers tightening.

Clearly, Nan Pei had initiated the hug, but then pushed him away and left…

What game was he playing?

Duan Heng couldn’t figure it out.

After leaving the venue, Nan Pei found Song Jingchen leaning against a conspicuous silver sports car.

Nan Pei approached with a flattering smile and eagerly asked, “Jingchen Gege, why did you come to watch the match today?”

Song Jingchen looked at Nan Pei, his tone flat: “I came to watch the club I invested in. Is that not allowed?”

“Of course it is,” Nan Pei chuckled awkwardly, “but it’s just a small team, not worth the trip.”

Song Jingchen’s attention was drawn to Nan Pei’s outfit.

He seemed to wear this every time he came to see the TKT team.

Not that it didn’t look good.

But Song Jingchen felt that this outfit wasn’t meant for him.

Suddenly recalling the earlier scene of Nan Pei hugging someone, Song Jingchen felt a wave of irritation.

At that moment, Nan Pei’s eyes were on someone else, giving Song Jingchen a subtle sense of crisis.

Song Jingchen knew he couldn’t possibly like Nan Pei, and Nan Pei couldn’t possibly like anyone else.

But he still wanted to prove his charm in front of Nan Pei.

At the very least, he hoped that when he was present, Nan Pei’s eyes would only be on him.

Nan Pei continued talking: “Though the match was exciting, you usually don’t like this kind of…”

He sincerely hoped Song Jingchen wouldn’t come to watch TKT’s matches anymore.

Suddenly, Song Jingchen stood up straight, cleared his throat, and looked at Nan Pei, asking, “Was the match good?”

Nan Pei didn’t understand why Song Jingchen asked this but nodded.

Song Jingchen slowly asked the next question:

“Better than me?”

Nan Pei was taken aback.

This was a direction he hadn’t expected.

Who compares their charm to an e-sports match?

Of course, the match was better, wasn’t it? How could he not realize this? The guy named Song had no self-awareness.

Seeing Nan Pei staring blankly at him, Song Jingchen thought he was smitten and couldn’t help but smile, a hint of pride in his eyes.

“Of course, you’re better looking.” Nan Pei lowered his eyes slightly, saying shyly.

Song Jingchen expected this answer.

His mood brightened with Nan Pei’s response.

Then, Song Jingchen adjusted his clothes, seemingly trying to hint at something to Nan Pei.

Nan Pei: “…”

Nan Pei: “Wow, Jingchen Gege, is that a new high-end designer suit? So handsome.”

Song Jingchen enjoyed the compliment, closed his eyes, leaned against the car, and asked with a smile:

“What kind of handsome?”

Nan Pei was speechless. He knew Song Jingchen was narcissistic, but he didn’t expect him to be this narcissistic.

After a moment’s thought, Nan Pei started to flatter him: “The kind of handsome that makes you want to take a picture and set it as your phone background.”

The curve of Song Jingchen’s lips became more pronounced.

He thought, what e-sports match, what e-sports player, none of them compared to him in Nan Pei’s eyes.

A moment later, Song Jingchen opened his eyes and looked at Nan Pei, saying happily, “I know.”

Nan Pei: “…”

“Actually, I came to find you today,” Song Jingchen said slowly, “My film production company is about to be established. We’re currently preparing a variety show project. If it succeeds, the new company will quickly establish itself in the industry.”

Hearing this, Nan Pei understood.

Song Jingchen’s film production company would later become an industry leader, adding to his path to becoming the richest man.

Before the company was established, Song Jingchen tested the waters in the entertainment industry, using existing resources to try variety show production. This show quickly became a hit, making his film production company famous.

Obviously, this was crucial for advancing Song Jingchen’s career line.

Whenever it came to career-related matters, Nan Pei became energized.

He immediately said, “Jingchen Gege, whatever decision you make, I’ll support you!”

“This project should make a lot of money,” Song Jingchen said with a hint of pride, “You should invest too, combining it with the previous online project.”

Nan Pei didn’t expect Song Jingchen to say this because, according to the original plot, Song Jingchen wouldn’t actively involve him in investment projects unless he needed help from the Nan Family.

But Song Jingchen’s strength had grown significantly, and he could complete the variety show project on his own. Why involve Nan Pei?

However, Nan Pei thought it didn’t matter.

After all, he had invested in so many of Song Jingchen’s projects, one more wouldn’t hurt, and it would help advance his career line.

Nan Pei nodded, agreeing to invest.

Song Jingchen invited him to join a company meeting.

A few minutes later, Song Jingchen and Nan Pei appeared downstairs at the Song Group Building.

For the employees of Song Group, seeing the two frequently together had gone from shocking to routine.

They could all see that while Song Jingchen and Nan Pei might not be very close, at least Song Jingchen didn’t dislike Nan Pei as much as before.

The meeting for this project included the company’s top executives and several major shareholders of Song Group.

The reason was simple: this project was crucial to the new company’s future, and these executives were shareholders.

The system panel showed that Nan Pei needed to participate in the Overbearing CEO Novel’s plot, helping Song Jingchen push the variety show project to completion.

Although Nan Pei knew this variety show project would be a huge success, the other shareholders didn’t.

Establishing a film company required significant investment, so they were very cautious about the first project.

Song Jingchen chose a travel-themed show, with a slow pace and no major highlights. The invited guests weren’t based on popularity but personality.

This meant the project was full of unknowns.

For the shareholders, this was unacceptable.

In the meeting room, almost everyone rejected Song Jingchen’s idea.

Song Jingchen’s face was icy, the lack of support making him feel frustrated.

Nan Pei glanced at the list, knowing that the celebrities Song Jingchen wanted to invite would all become hugely popular after the show aired. The program’s unique style would attract countless fans, becoming a phenomenon that many companies would try to imitate.

So, in the face of opposition, Nan Pei firmly stood by Song Jingchen.

“I think Jingchen’s idea is very reasonable,” Nan Pei stood up, his gaze firm, “This show will definitely become a hit.”

Song Jingchen was taken aback.

He knew Nan Pei would stand by him, but he didn’t expect Nan Pei to be so straightforward.

Others thought Nan Pei didn’t understand the entertainment industry and was blindly siding with Song Jingchen, so they didn’t take his words seriously.

However, Nan Pei continued:

“The personalities of these guests are interesting, with some complementing each other and others being completely opposite. This will create many highlights in the show… Moreover, the market for travel variety shows is still vast, a blue ocean for investment…”

Song Jingchen was surprised; he hadn’t expected Nan Pei to have learned so much recently.

Most importantly, every word Nan Pei said affirmed Song Jingchen’s ideas and praised his talent.

In front of those who didn’t support Song Jingchen, he was so resolute.

Song Jingchen watched Nan Pei speak, unable to take his eyes off him.

Gradually, Nan Pei’s words swayed the shareholders, changing the one-sided opposition.

In the end, the travel variety show was approved.

Of course, this was partly due to Nan Pei’s words and partly because of his identity—after all, he was the Young Master of the Nan Family, and they had to give him some face.

Nan Pei felt relieved after speaking so much.

After the meeting, Song Jingchen unexpectedly poured him a glass of water:

“Didn’t expect you to be so eloquent.”

For once, his tone lacked sarcasm.

Nan Pei took a few sips of water, looked at Song Jingchen, and said sincerely:

“Jingchen Gege, no matter what, I want to help you establish the new company.”

He spoke so earnestly that Song Jingchen’s heart skipped a beat.

Looking into Nan Pei’s beautiful eyes, Song Jingchen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his tone unexpectedly gentle:

“Come with me somewhere.”

Nan Pei was puzzled: “Where?”

This wasn’t in the plot.

Song Jingchen stood up, a smile playing on his lips, his gaze lingering on Nan Pei: “Stop talking, just come with me.”

Nan Pei had no choice but to follow.

Soon, Song Jingchen drove them to a building.

“I’m planning to set up the company here,” Song Jingchen said, looking at the building with satisfaction, “What do you think?”

Nan Pei was checking the system panel, which showed that Song Jingchen’s career line had advanced by 7%.

Nan Pei looked at him admiringly: “You’re amazing, Jingchen Gege.”

The feeling of being admired made Song Jingchen even more pleased. He led Nan Pei upstairs to an already decorated office, turning on the bright lights.

The office had a minimalist Nordic style, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

It was clear that Song Jingchen was full of confidence and ambition about entering the entertainment industry.

Song Jingchen sat on the sofa by the window, looking at Nan Pei: “How is it? Does it look good?”

Nan Pei nodded enthusiastically: “It looks great, the decor is fantastic.”

The more successful Song Jingchen became, the faster Nan Pei could complete his task, and he was happy about it.

Song Jingchen looked at Nan Pei, suddenly changing the subject:

“I wasn’t asking about the decor.”

Nan Pei was momentarily stunned, looking at Song Jingchen, unable to react.

At this moment, the city lights were visible outside the window, and Song Jingchen, dressed in a well-fitting suit, sat on the black leather sofa, exuding an air of elegance.

Though narcissistic, he did have a good appearance.

After a while, Song Jingchen said softly: “What, haven’t seen enough?”

Nan Pei: “…”

He pretended to be shy, slowly lowering his head.

“Take a picture for me,” Song Jingchen suddenly said.

Nan Pei looked at him blankly: “You want me to take it?”

Song Jingchen nodded: “Yes, with your phone.”

Not knowing Song Jingchen’s intention, Nan Pei took out his phone, opened the camera, found a good angle, and took a full-body shot of Song Jingchen.

In the photo, Song Jingchen stood against the city’s nightscape, his long eyes carrying a hint of sharpness, his chiseled features exuding an air of dominance.

He looked at the camera, a rare softness in his eyes.

This softness was like a ray of sunshine melting an iceberg, adding brightness to the entire photo.

Nan Pei had to admit, the photo looked great.

He handed the photo to Song Jingchen, who instead focused on him:

“Do you think it’s handsome?”

Nan Pei could only nod: “Handsome.”

Song Jingchen raised an eyebrow: “What kind of handsome?”

Nan Pei: “…”

Nan Pei: “The kind of handsome that makes mountains crumble and heroes fall, connecting the heavens and earth.”

“No need to exaggerate,” Song Jingchen paused, “Just set it as your background like you said before.”

Nan Pei was stunned, eyes widening: “You mean… set it as my phone wallpaper?”

If that’s the case… he’d have to be extremely careful using his phone next time!

“Of course not,” Song Jingchen said without hesitation.

Nan Pei sighed in relief, asking: “Then what do you mean?”

Song Jingchen replied: “As your Moments background.”

Nan Pei: ???

A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he nervously said, “Jingchen Gege, isn’t that a bit much? What if others see it…”

Song Jingchen frowned slightly: “Who are you afraid of seeing it?”

Nan Pei swallowed: “I…”

Of course, the other two male leads!

Song Jingchen looked directly into his eyes, his tone a bit heavy: “What, you don’t want to? Or… do you think it doesn’t look good?”

Nan Pei’s fingers tightened.

After an intense internal struggle, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: “Fine, I’ll set it.”

Only then did Song Jingchen show a satisfied expression.

“I’ll set it as the background tonight,” Nan Pei promised confidently, “Don’t worry.”

After saying this, Nan Pei left Song Jingchen’s company, using “it’s getting late” as an excuse.

After Nan Pei left, Song Jingchen immediately opened his Moments, his eyes glued to the screen, refreshing every few seconds.

Twenty minutes passed, and for the first time, Song Jingchen felt time move so slowly.

After one refresh, Song Jingchen’s eyes widened—

Nan Pei had indeed changed his Moments background to his photo.

Song Jingchen, in a good mood, couldn’t help but smile.

However, halfway through his smile, it froze.

Because he noticed something was off with the photo…

It seemed like Nan Pei had cropped his head out.

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Author’s Note:

Nan Pei: The kind of handsome worth chopping out the head.