Yu Yan took his scarf to the company, and found that his efficiency in knitting scarves while lounging in the office was much faster than at home. By the time it was still not yet quitting time, he had already finished knitting it.

Today was the day Song Yun Jing was filming an advertisement, so Yu Yan had specially gone to the set to keep an eye on things and chat with Song Yun Jing for a few minutes.

After the shoot, he went home. Just a short while after getting home, the group chat for “Anyone who dislikes us, go (4)” exploded.

Jian Ran had shared a Weibo link in the group, where a marketing account took the lead in insinuating that Song Yun Jing had hooked up with a wealthy patron, which explained why, after being silent for two years, she came back with such great resources.

The evidence included a photo of Yu Yan and Song Yun Jing chatting on the filming set, and a few others taken earlier when he and Zhang Yuan had gone to the Que Ming Club.

In the following photos, Zhang Yuan and the others were blurred out, but Yu Yan and Song Yun Jing were not. The marketing account’s fabricated story was that Yu Yan had paid for Song Yun Jing’s meal.

Thanks to Song Yun Jing, Yu Yan made it to the trending list for the first time, but the headline wasn’t as flattering.

#Song Yun Jing’s Advertisement Resources# #Song Yun Jing Stuns Everyone# #Song Yun Jing’s Behind-the-Scenes Wealthy Patron# #Will the Patron Go to the Entertainment Industry?#

He clicked on the link, and the negative comments came flooding in.

“Is the wealthy patron this handsome? Could he be the young fresh meat that Song Yun Jing is sponsoring?”

“Who is this celebrity? Does he have a Weibo? Can someone @ him?”

“How can this kind of bad behavior be brought into the entertainment industry? Where’s the morality? Where’s the bottom line? Where’s the address? Where’s the contact info?”

“Is this really the patron? Are the marketing accounts wrong? Is the patron entering the entertainment industry? I’ll work eight jobs to support you.”

“Look at who’s raising him. It’s Yu Yan, the heir of Chaoxing, the real deal. [Image]”

The picture was from when Yu Yan attended a Chaoxing event and stood in the center position, flanked by Yu Lin and Yu Chen.

The photo was easily found on the company’s official website.

The earlier comments were relatively normal, but as he scrolled further, things started to take a strange turn.

“Come on, nobody said the heir can’t enter the entertainment industry, so is Young Master Yu going down that path?”

“Still want Young Master Yu to enter the industry? Wealthy people play hard, it’s not something us poor folks can imagine. [Image] [Image] [Image]”

Looking at the angle, these photos were clearly taken secretly, featuring Yu Yan and Wen Xia, the second female lead from Xiu Xian Zhuan.

Wen Xia had only spoken to him for a few minutes, saying she wanted to change jobs, but in the rumor-monger’s mouth, it became that he was sponsoring her.

“Wake up, Young Master Yu doesn’t discriminate by gender, he’s even sponsoring a stutterer. Even if he really did enter the industry, would you dare to show support? Aren’t you afraid of getting sick?”

“Can there really be a pure white flower in the entertainment industry? It’s all just an image, so let’s enjoy it as entertainment.”

Yu Yan: “…”

The reference to the “stutterer” was too obvious. In the entire entertainment industry, there was no one else but Jian Ran.

At this rate, in another ten minutes, even He Zhi Yu would be labeled as someone Yu Yan was supporting.

He took a screenshot and sent it to Xiao Man, and received news that the PR department was already handling it.

Ten minutes later, Xinghai’s official media released a lawyer’s letter, suing several of the marketing accounts spreading rumors, effectively containing the situation.

In addition, his role as a manager at Xinghai was also revealed. Most people didn’t understand, thinking it was just a PR move by the company.

Song Yun Jing and Wen Xia also issued statements, condemning the marketing accounts spreading the rumors, followed by many people posting hug and kiss emojis.

Just when most netizens remained rational and the situation calmed, He Zhi Yu’s Weibo post pushed the public opinion back into turmoil.

[He Zhi Yu V: Use your brains for once. Do you really think Song Yun Jing and Jian Ran were kept in the dark for so long because they didn’t accept the rules? If they had accepted, would they still be waiting until now? Look at the other artists from the same time period, where are they now? Their careers are just starting, and you want to ruin them this early? Although they didn’t accept, I did, and I’m really accepting. How come no one is looking for me? I want to enter the industry too, why isn’t anyone sponsoring me?]

His words seemed to clarify things for them, but once again, it pushed Jian Ran and Song Yun Jing into the spotlight.

Many netizens started guessing who the people He Zhi Yu was referring to, and who might be trying to ruin Jian Ran and Song Yun Jing.

This statement made Yu Yan’s head spin, and he quickly called He Zhi Yu.

“He Zhi Yu, what are you doing?”

“I’m clearing things up for you guys,” He Zhi Yu replied indifferently.

Yu Yan was stunned, “Clearing things up is fine, but don’t mention other artists, it’ll just cause trouble.”

“I didn’t name anyone, how would they know who I’m talking about?” He Zhi Yu huffed, “If they want to make trouble, let them come. I want to see who dares.”

As expected, a rich second-generation, doing whatever they wanted without thinking about the consequences.

Yu Yan was speechless, “I’ve contacted the company. Someone will take over your Weibo.”

“Don’t, how will I surf the internet then?”

“Go start a new account.”

Just as he was about to hang up, He Zhi Yu stopped him.

“Fine, check who’s behind all this trouble.”

“Got it.”

The call ended, and Yu Yan opened Yu Chen’s WeChat.

[Yu Yan: Bro, someone’s forcing me into the industry.]

This matter will be handled by Yu Chen, there’s no need for Yu Yan to worry about it. He stayed late, working on the scarf for Shen Yuming.

This scarf took a lot of effort from him; the time spent on it could have been enough to knit three scarves for Yu Chen.

When Shen Yuming boarded the plane, he messaged him that he would probably arrive at the company in the afternoon.

After lunch, Yu Yan had the driver take him to the company.

An hour and a half past the end of the workday, Shen Yuming finally returned to the office, looking like he had gone home to freshen up and tidy himself.

His hair was perfectly groomed, with no sign of rushing or looking disheveled. He was still wearing the cashmere coat Yu Yan had given him, paired with a pair of Martin boots.

They stood facing each other, and Yu Yan had to slightly raise his head to make eye contact with Shen Yuming.

“Chen-ge, you’re finally back. Here’s your scarf.” Yu Yan handed him the bag.

Shen Yuming thanked him and was about to try it on, when he suddenly felt something hard inside. “What’s this…?”

Yu Yan chuckled twice and unfolded the pattern. “It’s a little cake, made from non-woven fabric.”

The little cake had three layers, in pastel macaron colors, with each layer being a different color. There was even a small lit candle on top.

It was about the size of two finger joints, sewn onto the bottom of the scarf like a little logo.

Shen Yuming thought for a moment. Yu Chen’s scarf didn’t seem to have anything like this. He was satisfied. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, I learned it from Wen Xia. Her fans made her a Q-version figurine out of non-woven fabric, and it looked really cute,” Yu Yan laughed.

This non-woven fabric was something he bought at a small store near his school, worried that ordering online wouldn’t make it in time.

Just this tiny design took him several hours to make, but he was finally satisfied with the result.

Shen Yuming raised his eyebrows and teased, “The celebrity you’re rumored to be involved with?”

Yu Yan had just taken a sip of water and almost choked when he heard that.

“There’s no scandal. It’s just marketing accounts making stuff up. I don’t even know her! When I visited the set, I bought milk tea for the crew, and she asked me if I wanted to sign newcomers. We just talked for a bit.”

“I see.”

“I almost went to register on Weibo to clarify, but I didn’t expect He Zhiyu to beat me to it.”

But He Zhiyu’s comment was too blunt and offended quite a few people.

Yu Yan sat back down on the couch. “By the way, ge, Fang Chi’s bar is opening tonight. Can I hitch a ride?”

Shen Yuming glanced at his watch. “Let’s eat first.”

“Is there enough time? Maybe we can eat after we get there?”

It was already 7 PM, and the full moon hung high in the sky, its light bright and clear.

“Are you in a hurry?” Shen Yuming lightly tapped his fingers together, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Not really, but Fang Chi specifically checked the time. The best time to open is 8:18 PM and 18 seconds.”

Shen Yuming paused for a moment and then spoke in a soft voice, “He believes in that stuff?”

Yu Yan laughed lightly. “Although it doesn’t really match the socialist core values, it’s better to believe it than not. Besides, since Fang Chi said so, I can’t really pour cold water on him.”

He also found it hard to understand why someone would find a time to open a bar down to the second.

Fang Chi placed great importance on the bar’s opening and made sure they attended to show support.

“I’m hungry.”

Yu Yan quickly opened his phone, tapped a few times, and handed it over.

“Chen-ge, how about we eat at this Cantonese place? I saw a video recommending it. They make roast goose really well, and they also have congee hotpot.”

“Alright.” Shen Yuming nodded absent-mindedly.

As usual, Shen Yuming drove, and Yu Yan sat in the passenger seat.

Not long after they got into the car, Yu Chen’s call came in.

“Where are you?”

Yu Yan glanced at the person beside him. “Ge, we still have some things to do. You can let Fang Chi start without waiting for us, we’ll be there a bit later.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Yu Chen asked, “Who are you with?”

“Me.” Shen Yuming stepped on the gas.

Yu Chen clicked his tongue. “How did you two end up together?”

“We just happened to finish work at the same time. Ge, don’t ask, please wish Fang Chi a happy opening for me.”

After some casual responses, Yu Yan hung up the phone.

Although Yu Yan had promised Fang Chi that he would arrive on time, he ended up ditching him because he was accompanying Shen Yucheng for dinner. Yu Yan felt like he had done something wrong.

Because of his guilt, he didn’t dare say too much.

The restaurant was not far from the company, located in a nearby mall, and they arrived in no time.

It was hard to tell whether it was because of the long commute or Shen Yucheng’s lack of appetite, but his eating was slow, though pleasing to watch.

The meal took an hour and a half, yet Shen Yucheng didn’t eat much, with most of the food ending up in Yu Yan’s stomach.

“Is this restaurant not good?” Yu Yan asked.

“It’s okay, I just don’t have much of an appetite.”

Yu Yan felt relieved. “Then I’ll buy two croissants later, you can eat them when you’re hungry.”

Shen Yucheng didn’t respond.

By the time they finished eating, it was already 8:30 PM, and they had perfectly missed Fang Chi’s bar opening ceremony.

During dinner, Fang Chi had called Shen Yucheng several times, but each time Shen Yucheng ruthlessly hung up.

It seemed that Fang Chi switched to sending messages, and throughout the meal, the sound of Shen Yucheng’s phone notifications didn’t stop.

After buying the croissants, Yu Yan dragged Shen Yucheng to buy a gift for Fang Chi, a way to make up for missing the opening ceremony.

Since it was just a soft opening, there weren’t many people at the bar, only their group of friends.

As soon as they entered, Yu Yan noticed Fang Chi’s resentful gaze.

“Come on, let me hear what’s so important between you two, more important than me,” Fang Chi said, his tone full of grievance.

Yu Yan and Shen Yucheng exchanged a glance and spoke in unison.

“Traffic.”

“Dinner.”

As soon as the words left their mouths, the resentment in Fang Chi’s eyes deepened.

“The evening rush hour has passed for an hour, which road was blocked? Let me see. Xiao Yan, you’ve really learned badly.” Fang Chi sighed dramatically. “I told you not to hang out with this old fox, look at what you’ve become now. Oh, and he’s the worst—he even blocked me.”

No wonder Shen Yucheng’s phone had been quiet lately; it turned out he had blocked Fang Chi.

What a wise decision!

“Fang Chi, we were stuck in traffic and then went for a meal,” Yu Yan said with a smile, quickly pushing the gift into Fang Chi’s arms. “But we brought you a gift, take a look.”

Fang Chi snorted in an exaggerated manner, “Alright, I forgive you. What is this? Can I open it?”

“Of course. It’s a lucky cat, just the right size to put at the front desk!”