Jian Yang went to the mirror to check his face. For actors like them, their faces were their tools.

Fortunately, every time Guan Ciyan pinched him, he only used his fingertips, leaving only a red mark that was hard to fade, but it wouldn’t leave scars or injuries. He splashed water on his face and washed it, only to remember that his clothes had already been torn by Old Master Guan’s whip last night.

The only clothes he had were the pajamas the butler gave him.

Wearing pajamas to go to the hospital with Guan Ciyan was definitely out of the question.

But wearing pajamas outside? Totally fine!

In his past life, he entered the entertainment industry too early, and he had to be cautious with every word and action. Even in the middle of summer, he had to dress warmly. Now that he wasn’t famous yet, it was the perfect time to experience the so-called sense of relaxation.

If he became famous in the future, he wouldn’t have this kind of freedom.

Yesterday he earned 360, so buying a cheap outfit shouldn’t be a problem.

Without hesitation, Jian Yang grabbed his hair messily, put on a hat, and quickly went downstairs.

After getting an injection for his fever, he took another nap. His body felt as light as if it were about to sprout wings.

Guan Ciyan was sitting in the living room handling work, waiting for Jian Yang. Before he even saw him, he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

The butler and the maid preparing breakfast all looked toward the stairs. In this house, they had never heard this kind of sound before.

Amidst everyone’s attention, Jian Yang, wearing pajamas and slippers, jumped down from the second step, twirled when he hit the floor, and then skipped toward the door, as if no one else was around.

In the blink of an eye, he had already run past the living room.

Guan Ciyan’s line of sight was blocked by the entrance cabinet, and Jian Yang disappeared from his view. “Jian Yang.”

Jian Yang took two steps back, and a messy, fluffy head popped out from behind the cabinet. “What’s up, sir?”

“Where are you going?” Guan Ciyan, who had been successful in business, couldn’t predict Jian Yang’s actions.

“Sir, I don’t have clothes,” Jian Yang said, automatically switching to his obedient mode when facing Guan Ciyan.

“So?” Guan Ciyan raised an eyebrow.

Jian Yang came out from behind the cabinet and stood in front of Guan Ciyan. “To buy clothes.”

Guan Ciyan’s highly trained brain, when facing Jian Yang, often froze up. For example, right now, he couldn’t figure out why Jian Yang would go buy clothes in pajamas. No matter how Jian Yang answered, he felt that such a person shouldn’t be in his house.

But Jian Yang was standing right in front of him.

It was dramatic, completely off-track.

“Zhang Bo, find him some clothes,” Guan Ciyan made the most reasonable judgment.

Jian Yang felt a bit regretful for losing the chance to experience freedom, but he also felt good about saving money on clothes. Seeing the look of regret on Jian Yang’s face, Guan Ciyan lowered his head and glanced at his phone, speaking in a calm voice, “Do you want to go out?”

With his cold and strict tone paired with an indifferent attitude, Jian Yang’s alarm bells went off. “No, I want to be with you, sir.”

His golden eyes were as clear as the morning sun, radiating warmth and softness, making him seem approachable.

If Guan Ciyan hadn’t heard Jian Yang say last night that he didn’t want to stay here, maybe he would have been deceived by that gaze. Jian Yang could be going out to meet anyone, someone from the Jian family, or perhaps Guan Jingyu. When Guan Jingyu handed him something last night, Guan Ciyan had seen the whole process through the rearview mirror.

Guan Ciyan raised his eyes and looked at Jian Yang without speaking. Jian Yang braced himself, fully prepared to be beaten. He looked like a restrained cat, yet he still tried to maintain an obedient, flattering expression.

“Sir, this outfit…”

The butler came downstairs holding clothes and called out “Sir.” Jian Yang and Guan Ciyan both looked up, and the butler hesitated before looking at Guan Ciyan. “These clothes aren’t suitable for Mr. Jian’s figure. I’ll have someone send new ones over, it should take about 20 minutes.”

“No need, just have him wear these.”

Jian Yang ran over to grab the clothes. “Thank you, this will do.”

He dashed back upstairs, closed the door, and pressed his chest as he exhaled, trying to calm himself down.

That look from Guan Ciyan seemed to have seen through all his thoughts, as if he were trying to pull his heart out of his chest.

Jian Yang, always optimistic, felt a little helpless now. Slowly changing into the clothes, he looked in the mirror, and it seemed like he was about to perform in a play.

The shirt sleeves were far too long, Guan Ciyan’s shoulders were 1.5 times his own, and the shoulder seams hung down to his arms. The trousers dragged on the floor, completely covering his feet.

“Ugh, this is ridiculous,” Jian Yang grumbled.

Even though Zhang Bo had said he’d bring new clothes, Guan Ciyan was clearly doing this to watch him make a fool of himself.

This is ridiculous!

Jian Yang tucked his white shirt into the pants, rolled up the sleeves, revealing his slim forearms. It was barely wearable, though the overly long trousers made him look like he was wearing a black skirt under the white shirt.

He pulled up the trousers and went out, the oversized shirt hanging off his frame, accentuating his narrow shoulders and thin back. His thinness made him look taller, and the pants were pulled high above his waist, secured with black clips, creating folds that wrapped around his slender waist like lace.

“Sir…” The butler couldn’t take his eyes off Jian Yang’s long neck, which was visible even with the collar unbuttoned. The graceful line of his neck extended beautifully.

Guan Ciyan, who had been absorbed in his work, looked up when he heard “Sir,” only to be momentarily distracted by the white figure coming down the stairs. The shabby boy wearing his clothes, with his black hair and fair skin, made the quality of the clothes stand out, even though they didn’t fit. But the boy’s natural elegance and innocence were enough to overpower everything else.

It was as if he had never suffered before, like a little prince.

His eyes held a pure, sunny innocence.

Their gazes met, and Guan Ciyan’s dark eyes instantly focused. He nonchalantly shifted his gaze away. “What’s wrong?”

The butler snapped out of his daze, realizing that he had mistakenly addressed the wrong person. He turned to Guan Ciyan and said, “Sir, the clothes for Mr. Jian are too large. Perhaps we should find another set.”

“No need.” Guan Ciyan stood up from the sofa. The iPad screen was still on the email page, and he wasn’t bothered by the presence of others, so he left it carelessly on the coffee table. “Zhang Bo, you come with us today as well.”

Zhang Bo nodded.

The arrangements for the hospital visit had been made by Zhang Bo, and he would accompany Jian Yang. In this outing, Guan Ciyan wasn’t necessary.

“Zhang Bo, why is the sir going?”

After Zhang Bo gave Jian Yang a bowl of wontons last night, Jian Yang developed a fondness for this old butler. In this house, Zhang Bo was the only one he could talk to without feeling nervous.

“Sir thanks you. What you did for him last night at the old house, looking out for him, is something very special for Sir.” Zhang Bo smiled warmly, and his words felt sincere.

Jian Yang almost believed him again.

As they set off, Jian Yang shook his head, thinking to himself, “Are all the people around Guan Ciyan this good at lying?”

When getting into the car, Jian Yang chose to ride with Zhang Bo.

Guan Ciyan sat in his car, but no one was coming to join him. “Where are they?”

The driver replied, “Sir, Mr. Jian is in the other car.”

“Useless.”

The driver secretly thought that if given a choice, he’d rather be driving for Zhang Bo. People who work in high-pressure environments often don’t live long.

The closer they got to the hospital, the more visibly nervous Jian Yang became. In his past life, his eyes had always been a problem. His unique eye color had brought him into the entertainment industry, but it also stopped him from progressing in idol dramas. After he made money, he sought out treatments but always left disappointed.

He wondered if, with Guan Ciyan’s good fortune as a villain boss, he could finally get his eyes treated. If it really worked, this whole experience wouldn’t be in vain.

Jian Yang tightened his grip on his pants, telling himself it was okay. At this stage, nothing was impossible for Guan Ciyan. If it could be cured, even if it wasn’t immediate, he could always pay for treatment once he had earned more money. Just having hope was enough!

Everything would be fine!

Outside the car window, the sunlight bathed the land, and the autumn chill hadn’t arrived yet. The ginkgo trees formed golden patches, the perfect time for sightseeing.

“Little young master, what’s worrying you?” Zhang Bo asked.

“Am I that obvious?” Jian Yang turned to look at Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo took his hand, which was near his pants seam, and gently pulled it up. “Don’t dig at it, it’ll hurt when it bleeds.”

Jian Yang’s index finger had left deep marks, almost breaking the skin.

“Oh.” Jian Yang rubbed his finger on his body. “Why do you call me ‘young master’?”

Zhang Bo smiled. “When I call you ‘sir,’ neither you nor Sir know who I’m referring to. Calling you ‘young master’ avoids any misunderstandings, especially when others might think Sir had a child at a young age. Since you’re not that old, I call you ‘little young master,’ just like how I refer to Sir’s nephew, Guan Jingyu.”

“Then there’s no need to worry.” Jian Yang shrugged. “I won’t stay long, and you’ll only have one ‘sir.'”

The butler smiled. “That’s not for certain.”

“Let’s get out, little young master.”