The days of treatment were very hard to endure. The massage was effective, but the pain was real.

On the first day, it was due to blocked meridians, which had to be released through pressing techniques, so it was painful.

On the second day, it was because the skin and muscles were pressed the day before, so it hurt.

On the third day, the previous two days of treatment had yet to heal, and it was naturally still painful.

After the first three days, the treatment changed to once every other day. Jian Yang’s pain eased, and he could feel his body improving, the feeling of lightness spreading through him. On the fifth day, he packed his bags early. Su Lao made a sarcastic comment behind him, “Can’t bear to look.”

Jian Yang deliberately chose a brightly colored jacket, which made his skin appear even whiter. After a few days of taking medicine and receiving massages, his complexion improved drastically. From a distance, he looked like a porcelain doll, standing at the entrance of the courtyard with double doors.

It had been a while since he had joined the set, and he was looking forward to it.

Although he didn’t recognize the car, it seemed familiar with its opulence, and it stopped in front of him. “Young master, it’s been a while.”

“It’s you!”

It was Jian Yang’s personal driver. Jian Yang smiled, his eyes lighting up, bringing a hint of spring to the early autumn chill.

“Young master, how come you’re looking even better? Hurry up and get in, don’t freeze.” The driver and Jian Yang were familiar with each other, and the driver treated him more like a friend.

Jian Yang got into the back seat alone.

“Young master, aren’t you sitting in the front seat today?”

“Sir,” Jian Yang pursed his lips and looked up, his eyes dimming slightly. “Didn’t he come?”

“I’m not sure,” the driver said. “Assistant Xu called me and asked me to come. I’m not responsible for the young master’s travel anymore, but it seems the young master’s driver is still in the city. He was talking in our little group this morning.” The driver rambled on. “Do you need to find the sir?”

“No, just take me to the set,” Jian Yang leaned back in the seat.

After that, Guan Ciyan never appeared again. Jian Yang returned to Su Lao’s place for more massages, acupuncture, and medicine, with the driver picking him up each time. They went out for hotpot together, visited the animal rescue station, and took walks by the sea—it all felt like a dream. When Jian Yang thought back, the care and comfort from Guan Ciyan didn’t seem gentle. After he had fallen ill, Guan Ciyan had only treated him kindly because of his condition. Now that he was better, his attention was focused elsewhere.

Of course, this didn’t mean that Guan Ciyan wasn’t a good person—at least he was a good boss, providing excellent employee benefits.

Jian Yang, holding a script on set, spaced out. Director Xu called him, “The next scene, actors can prepare!”

He played an important supporting role, a rich second-generation character. This was a role he was very familiar with. After all, he had acted in seven or eight films in his previous life, and even took a two-year break to attend an expensive acting class. His efficiency was so high that every scene was completed in one take, and now he had become the new darling of the production. Director Xu even joked that his pay was less because of his high efficiency. Seeing that he didn’t bring an assistant, the crew took extra care of him, even adding an extra blanket to his hotel room to keep him warm while sleeping.

Due to his efficiency, the original 20-day shooting schedule was now expected to be completed in 15 days. Though his role was important, his screen time wasn’t much. He immersed himself fully in the character, wearing a high school uniform every day, with a smile on his face, almost forgetting about Guan Ciyan.

After finishing a scene today, Jian Yang talked about the play with Director Xu while walking to the hotel.

Director Xu asked, “You really haven’t received formal training? Your performance seems so systematic.”

Jian Yang had been asked this countless times. He smiled shyly and replied, “No, I just listened to some of the traditional opera plays when I was young. I feel like I’m just the character itself, I don’t think about how to act. As long as you’re satisfied, Director, that’s all that matters.”

“Right,” Director Xu praised. “There are people like that. Have you ever considered continuing your studies? This experiential acting is fine now, but you’re still young. No problem now, but as you get older and things get more complicated, it might not be so effortless. And I worry… you seem like someone who doesn’t break character.”

Jian Yang, still in his high school uniform, tended to act in character even off-set, interacting with everyone as if he were his character—sunny, lively, and a bit mischievous. He didn’t notice the hint of concern in Director Xu’s eyes. All he could think was, “Oh no, I really don’t want to go back to juggling exams and filming again. It was so hard.”

One lifetime is enough for this kind of experience. Even having it once in two lifetimes is enough.

“You know, my family situation doesn’t support me studying further, but I won’t stop learning. Don’t worry, Director.”

“Young master!” Zhang Bo called from the front seat of the extended Lincoln, waving as he got out of the car.

Jian Yang tensed up. In a work setting, don’t call me young master!

“Director Xu, my family is here. I’ll leave now.” Jian Yang bowed lightly to Director Xu and ran toward Zhang Bo, afraid he would be called “young master” again.

Over the past ten days, he and Zhang Bo had exchanged a few messages, mainly just checking in. He liked this elderly man who treated him kindly, but for some reason, he was resisting something inside.

“Young master, how’s the shooting? Is it hard?” Zhang Bo asked, handing him his favorite sweets and drinks. “I wanted to come visit you a few days ago, but Sir said not to disturb your work.”

Jian Yang had cream on his lips. “Sir is right, thank you.”

Since his character had just entered high school, the makeup artist had softened his facial features, and with Jian Yang’s large eyes and small face, he looked even more like a high school student. To Zhang Bo, he looked even more lovable.

“Sir has been busy lately, hasn’t been home much, and hasn’t had time to visit you.”

Jian Yang lowered his head, looking at the cake. “I know, he’s busy. There’s no need to worry about me.”

Zhang Bo smiled and shook his head. “You haven’t contacted Sir, right?”

“Ah…” Jian Yang’s voice was weak. “I have to memorize a lot of lines every day, Zhang Bo.”

Zhang Bo laughed. “No big deal. I’m here to pick you up for a dinner tonight. Sir will be there, too. You’ll get to see him.”

“What dinner?” Jian Yang asked.

“It’s a dinner arranged by Sir to welcome Director Wen Ye’s return. Sir said you’ll be the lead actor, so you should show your face, and it’ll make the official announcement later.” Zhang Bo took out the high-end suit from the gift box. “Try it on, if it doesn’t fit, we can fix it. There’s still time.”

The Guan family wanted to make a big deal of Director Wen Ye’s first project after his return, from the production to the promotion of the work. It seemed like every step would be heavily publicized. No matter who was cast in the drama, there would be controversy. The company was behind the scenes, but if Wen Ye had a successful work, his status in the entertainment industry would rise, as would his international influence. The related industries would follow suit, and Wen Ye would regain prominence.

If the work didn’t perform well, the lead actor would take the fall. It was a strategy with both offensive and defensive potential. Everyone could benefit, except the actors.

Of course, no one hoped the project would fail, which is why they kept waiting for Wen Ye to regain his strength. They waited for Jian Yang to appear, to inspire Wen Ye and give him the confidence to create something even greater than before. Jian Yang still had a very high status.

Jian Yang thought deeply about the stakes. He had walked through the lowest point of his life, and being able to join Wen Ye’s team was already a stroke of luck. Even if the outcome wasn’t good, it was still a quicker and further path than struggling from supporting roles in idol dramas.

This was the cleverness of Guan Ciyan. He could have used his power and wealth to pressure people into working for him, but instead, he used various methods to make it impossible for people to refuse his terms, making them work hard for him without realizing it.

Jian Yang seemed to suddenly come to a realization, recalling the resource utilization and communication methods Guan Ciyan had taught him before. It wasn’t about deceiving people, but pushing them into a situation where they had no choice but to follow your lead.

It was like how Director Xu could never refuse the opportunity to get close to Wen Ye, and Jian Yang wouldn’t refuse being the main character either. In fact, this banquet was the chance he had promised Director Xu. After twelve days of Guan Ciyan being absent from his life, Jian Yang understood this.

“I’ll give it a try.” Jian Yang put down the cake, the cream in his mouth now tasted different, greasy, making him feel like he was going to vomit. The sweet sensation that once wrapped his heart and made him float vanished instantly.

There was no choice but to admire Zhang Bo’s work; the clothes and food he provided were impeccable. The pearly white suit was well-tailored, unlike the serious, heavy ones in Guan Ciyan’s wardrobe. The fabric was soft, hugging his figure, showcasing Jian Yang’s slender waist and straight legs. The striking sharp collar added youthfulness, and the hand-embroidered Azalea flower at the collar served as a substitute for a brooch, making it even more refreshing and elegant—clearly, the designer’s skill was evident.

The pants were a masterpiece too, the stitching perfectly hugging Jian Yang’s straight legs, neither too tight nor too loose. The attention to detail in this custom-made piece emphasized all of Jian Yang’s best features.

Jian Yang looked at himself in the mirror, and he appeared even more exquisite and beautiful than when he walked the red carpet in his past life. He pinched his face in front of the mirror—it had gotten a little rounder.

“Zhang Bo, I never told you my measurements.” Jian Yang asked.

Zhang Bo came up next to him. “So, it still needs a little adjustment. The cuffs are a bit long, right? Young Master has long fingers. We’ll raise the cuffs a little. Your hands are more handsome than other stars’ faces.”

Jian Yang looked down; it was already a perfect fit. There was no need to nitpick.

But Guan Ciyan didn’t lack this bit of money. The designer might even be happy to make the change for a little extra payment. Jian Yang took off the clothes, planning to have Zhang Bo take them for alterations. Before leaving, Zhang Bo brought him a suitcase, “Winter is coming soon. Young Master didn’t bring thick clothes. These are the new ones sent by the brand. Time is tight, and I haven’t sorted them yet, so please make do with them. I’ll bring you better ones in a few days.”

“It’s fine, Zhang Bo. I won’t be filming here for too much longer.”

The banquet time was pushed back a day. Jian Yang finished all his scenes, and Director Xu and the whole crew celebrated his wrap-up. Jian Yang took a small figurine from the cake, one that looked like him, and sent it to Wei Wei via WeChat:

“Congratulations on wrapping up!”

Wei Wei called immediately. “Damn, I thought you’d be shooting for more than twenty days. How did it end so quickly?”

Jian Yang proudly said, “Because I nailed it in one take.”

“Nice, Xiao Jian. Wait for me, I’ll come celebrate with you.”

Jian Yang glanced at the time. “It’s one o’clock, it’s really not necessary.”

Wei Wei replied, “Actually, I need to ask you a favor.”

“What is it? Just tell me on the phone, I’ll definitely help.” Jian Yang laughed.

“The banquet for Wen Ye’s comeback, I know you’re asking your senior for an invitation. Can you, by any chance, get me one too?”

Jian Yang’s smile faltered, his face dropping. He only knew Guan Ciyan at the entire banquet. In total, it had been fifteen days since they last communicated. He had tried to message Guan Ciyan several times to get the invitation for Director Xu, but each time he remembered the doctor who was fired because of “incompetence,” he questioned himself: “Do I have enough value in Guan Ciyan’s eyes to get a favor like this?”

“Is it troublesome?” Wei Wei, understanding his situation, didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “I know the banquet only invites high-profile directors, actors, producers, and investors to showcase the power of the Revival Hall and show respect for Wen Ye’s position. If it’s too much trouble, then never mind.”

Jian Yang opened his mouth, feeling weighed down by Wei Wei’s repeated support, but he didn’t say anything.

“But Jian Yang, am I that bad?” Wei Wei asked sincerely, “I do have a couple of works, right…”

“Okay.”

Jian Yang felt a bit powerless. Wei Wei treated him like a friend, working hard for him, even supporting him in front of his family. But such a small request, to get an invitation, he couldn’t just agree without hesitation, making Wei Wei doubt himself.

He was so useless.

Wei Wei paused, “Although we agreed that if you were the young master of the Guan family, I wouldn’t worry about money or filming, but you can’t just let Guan Dong’s blood run in your veins, right? I’m joking, never mind the trouble.”

“It’s not troublesome. Wait a moment.”

Without further delay, Jian Yang hung up the phone and immediately messaged Guan Ciyan. If he waited another second, he’d hesitate again:

“I need two invitations for tomorrow’s banquet—one for Director Xu and one for Wei Wei. If they don’t come, I won’t come either.”

After sending the message, Jian Yang’s hands trembled slightly. He reassured himself that, at least for now, he was still the lead character chosen by Guan Ciyan, and he wouldn’t throw him away just because of two invitations.

Guan Ciyan replied quickly.

“Contact the event team.”

“WeChat contact card: Li Yangyang.”

Jian Yang: ???????

Huh?????

Didn’t he need to ask?

Jian Yang was confused. Was this just a game of passing the buck? He thanked Guan Ciyan and added the event team contact on WeChat.

“Hello, I need two invitations. Is it possible?”

The reply came instantly:

“Sorry, Young Master, the first batch of invitations for Director Xu has already been sent out. I’ll check the delivery situation and report to you. For the other invitation, may I ask who it’s for? I’ll have the materials team print it right away.”

Jian Yang was alarmed:

“It’s fine, really! Maybe Director Xu just forgot to mention it to me. I’ll ask him myself. The other invitation is for my friend Wei Wei. If the invitations are all printed, no need to reprint it. When you come, just have someone escort him inside. No trouble at all.”

“We should have done this. Really sorry, we’ve been up for several nights and forgot to have someone coordinate your request. We’ll print it quickly and deliver it to Director Wei Wei by noon tomorrow.”

Jian Yang had attended many banquets and red carpets. The event staff usually started staying up late a week before the event, not resting until it was over. Jian Yang didn’t want to trouble the workers, so he hurriedly thanked them and ran to find Director Xu.

Director Xu was surrounded by a group of actors, eating cake. As soon as Jian Yang walked over, everyone turned to look at him, “The main character is here.”

“Wrap-up, wrap-up, congratulations on finishing!”

Jian Yang smiled and responded, walking to Xu Dao’s side. “Xu Dao, is it convenient to talk privately for a moment?”

“Sure,” Xu Dao said, and both Jian Yang and Xu Dao walked toward the door.

Some people were discussing, “It seems like Xu Dao really dotes on Jian Yang, I envy him.”

“Just pass the audition, and the director will like you too.”

The lighting technician shouted with the cake, “Yeah, thanks to Jian Yang, we’ve been leaving work early a lot lately. Who’s that big shot here?”

“Yeah, I heard it’s his first movie. He’s so impressive.”

Jian Yang’s acting in this kind of role was a major skill flex, so powerful that it made everyone forget to dig into his background. As a new actor, it was his first time in Xu Dao’s crew, playing such an important role. No one in the entire crew doubted that he had invested money to join.

Guan Ciyan’s money seemed to have been spent in vain.

“Xu Dao, have you received the invitation to the banquet for Wen Ye’s return tomorrow night? The staff said it was sent out in the first batch.”

“I received it,” Xu Dao whispered, “I didn’t want others to know, in case they ask around and find out it’s because of your connections. I didn’t want you to become the target of gossip in the crew, so I didn’t say anything. Didn’t you know?”

Jian Yang: “I only found out the exact time for the banquet three days ago.”

“Really, thank you so much. You were so immersed in your role before, I didn’t want to affect your emotions. Later, let’s invite Wei Wei and have a meal together.”

Jian Yang scratched his head, “It’s fine, Xu Dao. I’m already grateful that you gave me the opportunity. I don’t know the details of the banquet or its arrangements, but if possible, I’ll go with you to greet Teacher Wen Ye.”

“Heh, you’re the young master of the Guan family. You go ahead with your work, I’ll handle the socializing.”

Jian Yang’s face turned red. The title “young master” wasn’t really a title, more of a nickname—he wasn’t sure how it got out. He hurried to call Wei Wei back and thanked Xu Dao before leaving.

“Wei Wei, the invitation will probably arrive around noon tomorrow, make sure to receive it. By the way, do you have a tuxedo? I have an extra one here, I can send it to you.”

Wei Wei exclaimed, “What the heck, you really are the young master now?! You’re even adding an invitation! I was planning to go with you and sneak in using your face. You’re such a boss, my brother.”

“Just take the invitation. My face might not be enough to get us in, but do you want the tuxedo? It’s a regular size, I didn’t have time to modify it. You have a good figure, so it should fit.”

“You’re asking me? Am I crazy?”

After hanging up, Jian Yang arranged for the driver to pick up the tuxedo from his room early tomorrow morning and deliver it to Wei Wei. The driver responded instantly.

Strange, did everyone stay up all night?

Some didn’t have time to sleep, while others had set special ringtones to remind Jian Yang… Anyway, by the next morning, the clothes and invitation were delivered to Wei Wei.

Before going to bed, Jian Yang thought about Xu Dao’s invitation. Was it from the event team’s suggested guest list, or did Guan Ciyan say something?

The banquet location was chosen at Guan Ciyan’s private property, a half-mountain manor. Only this place could match the scale of the event. Even before entering the hall, the sounds of a beautiful orchestra were heard, and Jian Yang could tell from just the music that the band was top-notch. Jian Yang only remembered at the entrance that, after all this time, he still hadn’t received his own invitation.

He contacted the staff member from the event team that Guan Ciyan had given him and explained the situation.

A call came in from the other side, “Young master, who dared to stop you? I’ll call them right away.”

The voice on the other side was weak and shaky, starting louder but trailing off like a water pump running low on water, raspy and powerless.

Jian Yang was speechless.

…Was he really going to be stopped?

The doorman, standing tall with a height of over 1.8 meters, was polite and didn’t show any signs of being subservient when checking guests’ invitations. His professionalism was evident. Jian Yang hesitated, waiting for the doorman to stop him. Having been raised with good manners, Jian Yang worried about causing trouble for the doorman. Midway, he still went over and said, “Hello, I don’t have an invitation, but I was invited by Director Guan. You can note down my name in case of any issues. My name is…”

“Young master,” the doorman smiled with a puzzled look, “We’re a professional event team, though we’ve only been working for a short time, we can remember the main people!”

Jian Yang: “Huh?”

After scanning his face to enter the venue, the inside was just as magnificent as before. Vibrant, expensive blue iris flower bouquets lined the guest path all the way to the banquet entrance. Last time, it was a medieval European-themed cocktail party, but this time it was more modern, with three 14-meter-high LED screens playing past movies, interviews, and award-winning footage of Wen Ye. Giant posters hung from the ceiling on either side, with Wen Ye’s personal image on the right and… his?

Jian Yang stood at the door, looking up at the poster. The light from above made his eyes sting slightly. He didn’t dare blink, instead pinching his fingers, trying to convince himself this was all just a dream. The huge poster on the left showed him in a white robe with long flowing hair, taken from a scene in Wei Wei’s show where his character dies. On the poster, his face was obscured with a fan in post-production, leaving just a silhouette.

“Wow, who is this person?”

“Why is he on the same poster as Director Wen Ye? But the vibe is good, you can tell he’s a handsome guy even without seeing his face.”

“Handsome is a feeling.”

“Looks like there’s a main event today.”

Jian Yang’s breath tightened, and his heart didn’t dare to beat.

What… what does this mean?

Jian Yang quickly walked in, dialing Guan Ciyan’s number to get clarification.

A few steps in, Fan Mei, with Jian Mingwu, appeared in front of him. They were busy chatting with others, not noticing him. The last time Jian Yang saw Fan Mei, it was when the driver had escorted her out of Xu Dao’s office.

It was likely that Jian Yang and his wife hated him even more now.

Jian Yang lightly stepped back, hiding behind the flower arrangement. Now was not the time to clash with the Jian family. His eyes moved to the giant posters hanging from the ceiling. The blurred face in the silhouette seemed to resemble him… It also seemed to resemble Jian Buqing.

The only difference between him and Jian Buqing was their eye color.

Jian Yang took two steps back. Since he came here, the storyline had been disrupted. His relationship with Guan Ciyan had improved, but he couldn’t be sure that Guan Ciyan had already foreseen Jian Buqing. In the book, when Guan Ciyan met Jian Buqing, it triggered his romantic feelings. And for more than half a month, Guan Ciyan hadn’t contacted him once.

Jian Yang peeked out from behind the flowers, seeing the Jian couple smiling, then looked back up at the poster. The more he looked, the more it seemed to resemble Jian Buqing.

His phone rang. It was Wei Wei.

“Damn, Jian Yang, you really are the young master of the Guan family. What’s going on?”

Jian Yang didn’t need to ask to know what Wei Wei was talking about, “Where are you?”

“Just arrived. They checked the invitations at the door for a long time. Where are you?”

“I’m still at the door.”

“Huh?”

The two turned their heads at the same time, their gazes passing through the bouquet at the center of the door, and they were about ten meters apart.

Wei Wei hung up the phone and walked towards Jian Yang. “I didn’t realize the entrance of the Half Mountain Manor was so big last time.”

Jian Yang touched his nose. “Let’s go inside first.”

“Jian Yang, what’s your relationship with Wen Ye?” Wei Wei asked impatiently.

“I…” Jian Yang bit his lower lip.

“Come on, speak.”

“Well, I might be the protagonist of Wen Ye’s comeback work, which was verbally agreed upon between Guan Ciyan and Wen Ye. I was just listening. As for today…” Jian Yang looked up at his poster. “I don’t really know what it means.”

“Holy cow, bro, you’re about to hit it big! Guan Ciyan is going to promote you, right? I was wondering how you got an invitation so suddenly, and as the protagonist of Wen Ye’s work, damn, little young master, what do you think of my script?”

Jian Yang felt both joy and worry. “Does Guan Ciyan seem like the type of person to make a losing business deal?”

Wei Wei wasn’t unfamiliar with the money-driven transactions in this industry. Those in lower positions rarely ended up well, and Jian Yang didn’t seem the type to climb by selling his body. Wei Wei stopped joking. “Why not ask Guan Ciyan yourself?”

Jian Yang looked at Wei Wei, his gaze carrying a hint of pleading.

Before meeting Jian Yang’s parents, he could still call Guan Ciyan, but now, holding the phone felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

The phone rang again.

Jian Yang almost didn’t catch it.

Wei Wei walked over. “What’s going on, did you see a ghost?”

The screen showed the name “Guan Ciyan” flashing.

“Damn, he’s eavesdropping on you.” Wei Wei took a half-step back. “I didn’t say anything.”

Jian Yang steadied his nerves, glaring at Wei Wei. “You’re so sharp.”

He answered the phone, and Guan Ciyan’s voice came through, muffled by the sound of an orchestra, slightly distorted, sounding more unfamiliar to Jian Yang. “You’re here?”

He seemed to be laughing.

“Yeah.” Jian Yang looked at Wei Wei.

Wei Wei exaggerated with his lips, “Ask him!”

“Are you happy?” Guan Ciyan asked.

“What?”

Wei Wei snatched the phone, muting it. “Ask him already!”

Then he unmuted it and held the phone up to Jian Yang’s ear.

Just as Guan Ciyan finished speaking, Jian Yang didn’t quite catch what he said and asked, “Sir, are you at the venue?”

“I’m on the third floor, come up.”

Jian Yang hung up the phone and said to Wei Wei, “Cover for me.”

Wei Wei forced a smile and went to greet Jian Yang’s parents. Jian Yang crouched down and hurried up the stairs toward the quieter area. When he saw the “No Entry” sign and two bodyguards standing like bears, he knew he had arrived.

He tugged at his collar, thinking he could probably get in with a face scan.

Just as he reached the sign, one of the bodyguards suddenly spoke. “Young Master.”

Jian Yang jumped. “Hey, why did you suddenly speak?”

He was so scared, thinking they were going to hit him.

Guan Ciyan heard the sound and looked towards the door, just in time to see Jian Yang hopping up like a rabbit. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Jian Yang walked toward the door under Guan Ciyan’s gaze, passing through the dimly lit outer room of the suite. He saw Guan Ciyan’s face illuminated by the light, looking exceptionally handsome. The overhead light blurred his sharp facial features, and with half-lidded eyes, he lazily leaned against the sofa, his legs crossed, a suit jacket tossed on the couch, and the usual charming smile on his lips, exuding an unspoken danger.

Two minutes after Jian Yang entered, Guan Ciyan closed the black folder in his hand, and Assistant Lin cleverly stepped forward to take it.

“Don’t keep any of these actors. Don’t limit it to the internal people of the revival hall; the audience needs some fresh faces. As for Lang Fang, I’ll give him three more days. If not, we’ll initiate Plan E. Our bottom line is seven points. You can go now.”

Assistant Lin seemed to want to say something, but after Guan Ciyan finished speaking, he lowered his voice and replied, “I understand.”

Turning around, he greeted Jian Yang, “Young Master.”

Jian Yang felt the hardship of being a hard-working person just like him, from Lin’s words that almost went unsaid.

All leaders in the world are always asking for more.

After Assistant Lin left, Guan Ciyan casually leaned back on the sofa and beckoned Jian Yang over with his finger. “Come here.”

Jian Yang sat next to Guan Ciyan. It had been a while, and Guan Ciyan, in work mode, made him a little nervous. All the anger and doubts he had were forced to be held in, and he tilted his head to say, “Sir, downstairs…”

Guan Ciyan first scanned Jian Yang’s head, where two swirls of hair stood out. Jian Yang had styled his hair today, and the tousled strands were fixed on top of his head, looking well-behaved. Guan Ciyan’s fingers itched, but he didn’t want to mess up Jian Yang’s hairstyle. Tonight was important for him.

He curled his index finger, lifting Jian Yang’s chin, making him tilt his head back further, exposing his face completely to his view.

For a few seconds, Jian Yang cursed the height difference between him and Guan Ciyan. Even though they were both sitting on the couch, Guan Ciyan was much taller than him.

“No more rubbing your eyes.” Guan Ciyan’s finger lightly traced the edge of Jian Yang’s eye. The faint redness that usually lingered there faded, leaving smooth, fair skin.

Jian Yang froze for a moment and then rubbed his own eyes. “Oh, it seems like it hasn’t been itchy for a while.”

Also, his usage of eye drops had decreased recently.

This discovery made Jian Yang happier than winning the lottery. He leaned closer to Guan Ciyan. “Sir, do you think the color has changed a bit? I can’t tell after looking at it every day.”

Guan Ciyan smiled, amused.

“Mm.” He gave a vague answer, changing the subject. “After another half month of massage, you’ll enter the next treatment stage. The medicine will be very bitter, and you’ll need to avoid sugar.”

He still remembered that Jian Yang liked to drink sweet drinks.

“I started avoiding sugar once I joined the group!” Jian Yang said, thinking that as long as it could cure his eyes, he could eat raw huanglian. He suddenly thought of something. “Sir, you knew about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Guan Ciyan laughed. “Do you think the production crew has someone dedicated to making medicine and a special room for it?”

Every time the staff handed Jian Yang Chinese medicine, he thought it was because the crew had a dedicated assistant for living needs…

“Ah?” Jian Yang bit his lip.

“I don’t know whether I should still care about the fact that Guan Ciyan hasn’t contacted me for half a month.”

“Stand up and let me see,” said Guan Ciyan.

Jian Yang was confused but had gotten used to listening to Guan Ciyan’s words. Guan Ciyan’s gaze was like a measuring instrument, inspecting from the exposed neck to the ankles barely covered by his pants, examining every inch. His thin shoulders and collar, extending with the embroidered mahogany motif, seemed like young white poplar shoots, tall and fragile, swaying in the wind.

But this gaze made Jian Yang feel like he was a product up for sale, owned by Guan Ciyan, which made him uncomfortable. “What’s wrong, sir?”

“You look good in white,” Guan Ciyan lightly complimented.

He had seen Jian Yang wear clothes of various colors, but he felt that light colors made his skin look brighter. Perhaps it was because of his young age, black or gray suits didn’t suit him as well.

“Did you choose this too?” Jian Yang was surprised, thinking it was something that Zhang Bo had prepared.

“Are you ready? After tonight, you’ll officially debut,” Guan Ciyan said, pulling Jian Yang back to his seat beside him.

“I already debuted, didn’t I?”

Logically speaking, playing Wei Wei’s role would already count as debuting, even if it was just a supporting role.

“You’ve debuted, but does anyone know you?” Guan Ciyan asked.

Familiar, that annoying Guan Ciyan was back.

Jian Yang took the insult and somehow felt much more relaxed. He realized how low he had fallen.

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Since that’s the case, he didn’t need to ask about the poster downstairs anymore. Jian Yang’s anger mysteriously dissipated by half. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I thought you had already met…”

“If I told you earlier, there would be no surprise,” Guan Ciyan replied.

Jian Yang raised his eyes, his bright mood slowly showing on his face. When his golden eyes lit up, it was like the sun shining on a snowy mountain, radiating warmth even in the cold wind. Guan Ciyan felt a sense of satisfaction from this. It wasn’t the sense of achievement from the business world, but a comforting satisfaction rising in his heart.

“You just said you thought I had met someone. What do you mean?” Guan Ciyan asked.

Jian Yang thought for a few seconds. If he didn’t break the plot, he could find a chance to leave and get away safely. There was no need to sacrifice himself in the love and hate entanglements between Guan Ciyan, Guan Jingyu, and Jian Buqing. Moreover, he might not even have the ability to stop the plot’s development.

But when he spoke, he still honestly confessed, “Jian Buqing and I are twins. I thought you had met him.”

Guan Ciyan nodded and said, “What are you thinking? Do you think anyone can catch my eye?”

Jian Yang didn’t answer, feeling that love could strike like a tornado, sweeping away your mind without you realizing it.

Just then, Director Xu’s phone call came, interrupting their conversation. Jian Yang hung up the phone and said to Guan Ciyan, “I’m going downstairs. When will Director Wen Ye arrive?”

“He’ll come just before his part starts. He doesn’t like occasions like this.”

“Okay.” Jian Yang understood and went downstairs.

Director Xu was dressed up today, wearing a rare duckbill cap and a suit that gave off a strong artist vibe. Jian Yang happily ran over to him, “Director Xu, you’re here.”

“We’re meeting again right after the wrap-up,” Director Xu said, looking at Jian Yang as if he were looking at a younger member of his family. “You look really handsome today.”

“Where?” Jian Yang blushed from the compliment and told Director Xu, “Director Wen Ye will arrive a little later. After he goes on stage, he’ll stay for a while. I’ll introduce you to him.”

“Thank you. Why is your poster here too? Are you collaborating with Director Wen Ye?” Director Xu asked.

Jian Yang felt genuinely happy and became more lively in front of Director Xu. “You’ll know soon. I’ll leave a little surprise for you.”

“You brat…” Director Xu pointed at Jian Yang with a smile that paused for a moment.

Jian Yang was confused and followed Director Xu’s gaze to see Fan Mei and Jian Mingwu walking toward him arm in arm. Jian Yang closed his eyes helplessly. He had been so excited to greet Director Xu that he had forgotten this pair of living Bodhisattvas was still on-site.

Jian Yang’s mouth was already in battle mode, and once the war started, he would definitely curse Jian Mingwu’s eighteen ancestral graves out of smoke.

But before he could start, Fan Mei suddenly hugged him. “Yang Yang, good child, I missed you so much.”

Jian Yang was shocked, “What’s going on here?”

Jian Mingwu took the initiative to shake hands with Director Xu. “I heard my wife had some small issues with Director Xu. Director Xu, please don’t mind, it’s on my account.”

Fan Mei gently and politely apologized to Director Xu, “I was too excited at the time. Director Xu, your insight is remarkable. Thank you so much for giving our Yang Yang a chance. Without you, we wouldn’t have known that Yang Yang had such acting talent. In the future, for your films, our Jian family’s cinema will definitely pick a good time for you.”

Director Xu turned his gaze to Jian Yang.

Jian Yang shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know anything.

Pulling his hand out from Fan Mei’s hug, Jian Yang rudely asked, “What are you two doing?”

“Oh, this child, let others see the joke.” Fan Mei pulled Jian Yang aside, while Jian Mingwu and Director Xu continued to talk about the movie and its release.

They encountered three producers along the way, and Fan Mei introduced Jian Yang one by one: “This is my son, Jian Yang.”

Whether from the book or from this world, Jian Yang had never received such treatment, being able to represent the Jian family as the youngest son in diplomatic circles.

Jian Mingwu grinned widely, leading a chubby middle-aged man over with an obviously flattering attitude. “Mr. Lin, this is my useless youngest son. He’s learning some things beside Mr. Guan now.”

The chubby man gave Jian Yang a meaningful look, nodded, and said to Jian Mingwu, “You’ve raised a good son.”

Jian Yang felt uncomfortable under that gaze. It was the look of someone inspecting merchandise, with a trace of disdain and vulgarity mixed in. But everyone at this banquet was a prominent figure in the industry, and Jian Yang remembered that tonight was his big debut. Guan Ciyan had prepared such a grand debut for him. Even though he felt uncomfortable, he didn’t speak up to offend anyone.

“Yang Yang, go say hello to Uncle Lin,” Fan Mei said, with a motherly tone, pulling Jian Yang to the so-called Mr. Lin.

It reminded Jian Yang of when Jian Mingwu scolded him at the breakfast table when he first came to this world, about how Guan Ciyan had slept with him but he hadn’t even secured any investments. He could tell with his knees that these two hadn’t been good intentions.

“Don’t try anything funny with me,” Jian Yang mimicked Guan Ciyan’s tone and waved off Fan Mei’s hand. “I will not agree to any of your requests.”

“Still upset with your mother?” Fan Mei awkwardly glanced at General Manager Lin, pretending to be affectionate, about to pinch Jian Yang’s face.

This gesture was often done by Guan Ciyan, and when Fan Mei did it, Jian Yang instinctively felt nauseous and wanted to avoid it. But then he remembered how Guan Ciyan always criticized him for lacking ambition and had repeatedly promised him that he could be reckless.

He raised his hand, slap—he slapped Fan Mei’s hand away. “Stop being so touchy-feely. I have nothing to do with the Jian family. Since you know I’m behind Guan Ciyan, you should know I’m not someone you can provoke. Stop causing trouble in front of me. I could still choose not to argue with you…”

Jian Mingwu shamelessly laughed. “General Manager Lin, my eldest son has a performance later. If you like it, please offer him some pointers. It would be his luck.”

Jian Yang sensed something was off. “What performance? Fan Mei, one word from me and someone will throw you out. Twice.”

In the original story, Jian Buqing made a name for himself in the entertainment industry at this very moment, and it was also when Guan Ciyan fell in love with him. But that was after Jian Yang’s first betrayal of Guan Ciyan, and Guan Jingyu had already handled Wen Ye first. This banquet was arranged for the collaboration between Guan Jingyu and Wen Ye. Guan Ciyan had specifically invited the Jian family to watch Jian Yang be humiliated at the banquet. The Jian family saw that Guan Ciyan didn’t like Jian Yang and instead of helping him, they promised to say nothing no matter what Guan Ciyan did, just to please him.

This made Jian Yang’s already weak family ties even more distant.

Jian Yang was left alone, bullied severely. When Guan Jingyu treated him a little better, he became completely loyal, but was then severely punished by Guan Ciyan.

This time, he hadn’t betrayed Guan Ciyan, and it was clear that they were aligned, so how could there be anything related to Jian Buqing?

General Manager Lin’s gaze toward Jian Yang shifted. Doubt replaced the contempt, and Jian Yang didn’t try to start trouble, but his eyes returned the stare, his gaze sharp and unfazed. When he was angry, his eyes gleamed with fury, without any of the flirtatious or fawning attitude. Seeing this, General Manager Lin proactively extended his hand for a handshake and handed over his business card, introducing himself, “I won’t disturb your family talk, Mr. Jian.”

The “Mr. Jian” referred to Jian Yang. Jian Mingwu was about to say something to fight for Jian Buqing, but Jian Yang directly interrupted, “General Manager Lin, look at the poster in the air. The person on it isn’t Jian Buqing.”

The message was subtle. General Manager Lin looked at the poster and compared it to Jian Yang’s image. His attitude changed, “Naturally, naturally. I’ve never heard of Jian Buqing. Mr. Jian, earlier I was blind, my apologies.”

Jian Yang couldn’t be bothered, nodding to show he didn’t mind. General Manager Lin didn’t dare to speak to Jian Mingwu anymore and left.

“You!” Fan Mei was so angry she was about to burst, her lips trembling as she forced a smile. “Yang Yang, I was wrong before. I didn’t know you worked so hard. Not only did you follow Guan Ciyan, but now even Guan Jingyu values you. If you let Guan Jingyu invite us, it shows you’ve truly reflected on the past. I don’t blame you for the previous matter. Just behave from now on.”

“What?!!!” Jian Yang was stunned, the source of his frustration being Guan Jingyu!

Just then, Guan Jingyu rushed over, looking anxious. “Yang Yang, are you feeling better? Did my uncle lock you up again? I’ve brought your parents, and I’ll have your aunt and uncle talk to grandpa to bring you back home.”

“Guan Jingyu…” Jian Yang felt disgusted, too angry to even have the energy to continue, “You lost to Guan Ciyan, and you lost for a good reason.”

“Yang Yang, I’m sorry. I should have saved you sooner,” Guan Jingyu was still lost in his self-pity, waiting for Jian Yang to express gratitude.

“Well, let me be clear then, Guan Jingyu, listen up.” Jian Yang turned to Fan Mei and Jian Mingwu, “I, Jian Yang, have no relationship with the Jian family. It wasn’t you who kicked me out of the house, it was me. I don’t care for your broken family. No matter who I’m with, I won’t give you any benefit. Be sensible, let’s keep our distance. If you try any tricks, I won’t hold back.”

Jian Yang had always been a peacekeeper, only bothering with trouble when necessary. He was making things clear for the sake of the original person.

Unexpectedly, Fan Mei chose to collide with him head-on. “Jian Yang, what do you mean by that? Look at your face. You look just like your brother. Can you just cut off blood ties like that? If you admit your mistake, your father and I can overlook it.”

Jian Mingwu followed up with a demand, “If it weren’t for the family raising you, do you think Chairman Guan would’ve noticed you? Now that you’ve climbed up, if you don’t secure the cinema investment and give your role to your brother, don’t expect your mom and I to look at you favorably in the future.”

Jian Yang was slightly puzzled: What exactly is threatening me here by not being looked at?

No wonder the original person was so easily deceived by Guan Jingyu’s words. With parents like these, it truly felt like a lifetime of misfortune.

“Oh,” Jian Yang raised his voice, “Fine, secure the cinema investment, and immediately transfer all your assets to my name. I’ll handle it right away. Who do you think you are to act like my parents? Watch how I ignore you.”

Guan Jingyu secretly asked Jian Yang, “Yang Yang, what’s going on? Didn’t you tell me before you wanted your parents’ attention? They came to take you home, and you’re not happy?”

“Stay the hell away from me, you idiot.”

Guan Ciyan leaned close to Jian Yang’s ear, but Jian Yang turned around and yelled at him, causing him to retreat two steps.

Jian Mingwu raised his hand to slap Jian Yang, but Jian Yang, although small in strength, reacted quickly and smashed a wine glass into Jian Mingwu’s head. “Shameless, huh?”

Jian Yang took out his phone and made a voice call to the conference group. “I’m at the southeast side of the hall, come over and deal with something.”

“Understood, Young Master.”

Less than half a minute later, a woman in her early thirties, wearing a gray suit, black high heels, and long wavy hair, walked over. “Young Master, may I help you?”

Guan Jingyu was stunned, “Young Master? When did my uncle’s people become this polite to him?”

Jian Yang saw the woman and immediately greeted her obediently, noticing the shocked expression on Jian Mingwu and Fan Mei’s faces. He whispered, “Throw these two out, right now, immediately.”

“Understood, Young Master.” She didn’t even recognize Jian Mingwu and Fan Mei, proving they weren’t on the important guest list.

The woman tucked her hair behind her ear with one finger, holding the earpiece with her ring finger. “Send two security guards over, change the lights and in half a minute, throw them out.”

Jian Mingwu’s drink dripped down his face as he shouted in disbelief. His obedient, spineless son, who always craved his approval, had just ordered someone to throw him out. It seemed like they really could do it.

Fan Mei grabbed Guan Jingyu, “Young Master Guan, we’re your invited guests.”

Guan Jingyu stepped forward, but the woman immediately spoke, her red lips cutting him off, “Sorry, we prioritize maintaining order on-site.”

Jian Yang: “Guan Jingyu, are you really going to throw me out?”

Guan Jingyu could only helplessly reply, “Yang Yang, don’t act like this.”

Who cares about you?

The lights in the hall dimmed, the soft orchestra replaced by the sound of silk and bamboo instruments, as the woman held the walkie-talkie. “Now, immediately.”

Four tall security guards walked along the wall.

“These two, please leave.”

“What the hell!” Jian Mingwu yelled in a hushed voice. “My son is performing on stage.”

No one was willing to make a fool of themselves in such an occasion, and no one dared to raise their voice in an argument. As a father, Jian Mingwu used the harshest words to stab Jian Yang’s heart, “Look at your older brother. He is the future and hope of the Jian family. Your biggest value in the Jian family is to become his nourishment, to pave the way for him.”

If the original owner had heard this, they probably wouldn’t be able to understand it for the rest of their life. They were born of the same mother, yet how could there be such extreme favoritism?

Fortunately, Jian Yang had never had parents since he was little.

No empathy at all.

Jian Buqing stepped onto the stage, dressed simply, walking in the center of a small stage with flowing clothes, her bare ankles pale and slender. The silk pants draped over the top of her feet, her movements revealing glimpses of the dance, her voice melodious and multi-toned. Though her singing was indistinct, it was more enchanting than the warm summer mountain breeze.

The lights in the entire hall dimmed, with only a white spotlight following her figure. Her white clothes reflected softly, like a fairy descending into the mortal world, light and graceful. As her movements swayed, the light occasionally landed on her face, revealing her delicate and beautiful features. Her makeup was finely done, with seemingly subtle eyeliner that actually made her eyes sparkle even more. Jian Yang’s eye shape was almost identical to hers—both with round almond-shaped eyes—but Jian Buqing’s experience in opera made her more captivating.

Jian Yang retained the purity of youth. When he was happy, his golden pupils seemed to ignite all the vitality in the world, making people trust him, draw closer to him, and want to protect him.

“Is this the eldest son of the Jian family?” Guan Jingyu, who had been eagerly searching for Jian Yang’s gaze, was now completely captivated by the person on stage, unable to hide his admiration and surprise. Jian Yang realized: It’s over.

The plot can’t be broken.

True love has begun.

But the plot can’t be broken…

!!! Jian Yang looked up at the upstairs, and sure enough, Guan Ciyan was casually leaning against the carved staircase. As the light illuminated Jian Buqing’s face, he stood up straight.

This is bad. Guan Ciyan wouldn’t still like Jian Buqing like in the book, would he?

Looking at Guan Jingyu’s expression, it seemed like he was deeply in love. Originally, Guan Jingyu and Jian Buqing were the official pairing, but if Guan Jingyu pursued Jian Buqing first, Guan Ciyan would have no chance. At that point, he might even end up in a situation where there was nothing left of him.

How innocent he was!

“Yang Yang, look at your brother. He’s been learning opera since he was young. He gets up before dawn every day. Can you really not help him? He’s your real brother. He’s so excellent. If you’re willing to give up this role for Director Wenye, your brother will definitely become famous, and we won’t need to worry about anyone else’s opinions.”

He copied Guan Ciyan’s cold, emotionless tone. “You like him, right? You’re proud, right? Look carefully.”

Jian Yang waved to the assistant from the event team, “Was this performance arranged by Mr. Guan… Director Guan?”

“No, it was arranged by Young Master Guan.”

“Okay, don’t send them out yet. Stop the music and turn on all the lights.”

“Huh?” The assistant was unsure, “Are we changing the process now?”

“Is that a problem?” Jian Yang asked back.

The assistant immediately notified the stage director, “Pay attention to the cue; there’s a change in the process.”

Jian Yang circled to the right side of the stage, walked to the center, and the music stopped abruptly. Jian Buqing’s voice flowed out, sweet and melodious, but one second later, the microphone was cut off. Jian Buqing stumbled in his dance, and without hesitation, Jian Yang kicked him in the back, sending him to the edge of the stage. He snatched the microphone, “Stay put.”

The microphone was turned back on by the event team, and the lights in the hall came on. Jian Yang successfully ruined Jian Buqing’s spotlight, preventing Guan Jingyu from falling too deep in love and giving Guan Ciyan a chance to compete.

Jian Buqing, lost in self-appreciation, was suddenly kicked and taken a moment to react. By the time he tried to get revenge on Jian Yang, everyone’s attention was already on Jian Yang, and he could only leave the stage in defeat.

“Good evening, everyone!” Jian Yang dutifully played the role of host. “Tonight, we gather here to celebrate the century collaboration between Mr. Guan Ciyan and Director Wenye!”

As he spoke, he proudly tilted his head, looking up at the second floor. The guests instinctively followed his gaze, and there stood Guan Ciyan, like a ruler, gazing evenly at everyone on the first floor without pausing for anyone. He curved his lips, and applause erupted on the first floor.

No one knew why they were applauding, but it was clear that the people on the second floor deserved the applause of thousands.

Jian Yang continued, “Director Wenye has been in seclusion for three years, and now he brings his refined work back to the public’s eyes, eagerly anticipated.”

“Next, let us welcome Director Wenye with the warmest applause!”

After Jian Buqing’s performance, the event team had already informed Wenye to wait backstage. Jian Buqing’s singing and dancing were fine, and since the play was set in the Republic of China era, if Jian Buqing was willing, he could take a small role, sing a couple of lines, and enhance the scene’s quality.

Unexpectedly, Jian Yang took advantage of the lighting to sneak onto the stage and sent Jian Buqing away.

The people in the audience couldn’t see clearly, but Jian Yang knew. That kick was merciless. He almost laughed out loud.

Just as Jian Yang called his name, Wenye composed himself and walked out. Jian Yang, full of momentum, suddenly softened as he looked at Wenye. He handed over the microphone and, after a brief eye contact, lowered his gaze.

As Wenye passed him, he whispered, “Didn’t expect that from you.”

Jian Yang hurriedly looked up, but Wenye was already at the center of the stage, leaving only his back.

Wenye was also wearing a tailored suit. He wasn’t tall, and the suit didn’t have the same imposing feeling as Guan Ciyan’s. He moved slowly, his face clean-shaven, and he had changed into new glasses. The irregular round glasses framed his face, obscuring most of it. His expression was neutral, and his eyes had a somewhat absent look.

It only strengthened the stereotype people had about certain artists.

“So it’s really Wenye.”

“Didn’t he say he was retiring?”

“He must still have money. Who else could get him out of retirement but Guan Ciyan?”

“He must have earned enough to live off for eight lifetimes. If I were him, I’d rest comfortably.”

Jian Yang stood at the edge of the stage entrance, the murmurs behind him occasionally reaching his ears. Guan Ciyan’s decision to only invite high-status figures from the industry truly showed foresight. Those who usually acted pretentious, as if they were at the gates of the heavens, had begun gossiping. If an ordinary person had seen Wen Ye, they would have likely turned into a screaming monkey on the spot.

Click, click, click, click, click—

Today, media professionals were allowed to take photos, and the flashing lights rivaled that of an award ceremony. Jian Yang hid under the stage. When he returned to the corner where Fan Mei and Fan Mingwu were, the two had already been escorted there by security. Jian Yang thanked the event staff first, “You go ahead, I’ll handle this.”

The original plan was for Jian Buqing to perform, followed by Wen Ye coming on stage. Jian Yang disrupted the schedule, needing to return to manage the situation. “Thank you for understanding, Mr. Young Master. If you need anything, feel free to message me.”

She was more polite to Jian Yang than to Guan Jingyu. After all, her boss was Guan Ciyan, and if it weren’t for the shared last name, she wouldn’t have bothered personally attending to Guan Jingyu.

Once the staff member left, Jian Yang’s smile immediately vanished, and he mocked, “Isn’t it glorious that your beloved eldest son was kicked off the stage?”

“I never made it clear before, but you should see it now. If I’m not happy, don’t talk about Jian Buqing. Even Jian family’s theater, I could make it shut down. Got it?”

“Jian Yang! I’m your father!” Jian Mingwu was still in a rage, clinging to the family position he had gained through biological means.

Jian Yang doubted that someone like him could successfully run a theater; it would probably have collapsed long ago.

Fan Mei was still a bit clearer-headed, staring at her younger son, who seemed so different from before. “Who… who are you?”

“I’m Jian Buqing’s younger brother,” Jian Yang said sarcastically. “Isn’t this how you’ve always defined me? I’m just Jian Buqing’s brother, not your child.”

“How did you become like this? Don’t you want your father and mother anymore?” Fan Mei was the most confused. In the past, Jian Yang would do anything for even a little bit of recognition or praise from her and Jian Mingwu. Why had her obedient child turned into this?

“Where’s Qingqing? Where did you send him?” Fan Mei started to panic. She had already lost an ineffective son; she couldn’t afford to lose the one she had carefully raised.

When Jian Yang had returned home, dragging his sick body, he hadn’t even been given a meal before being thrown out. Knowing what Fan Mei feared, he, of course, made her fear even more!

“Throw them out,” Jian Yang ordered the security. Fan Mei and Jian Mingwu were forcibly dragged out. As they struggled, the sound of bones cracking could be heard, and Jian Mingwu’s lips turned white. In so much pain, he didn’t scream, maintaining what little dignity he had left.

Jian Yang whispered into the air, “Don’t blame me for taking over your body, even though you were a paper-thin person, I still avenged you.”

The original body had gradually walked to a point where there was no burial ground, and the only reason was to get a bit of attention from his parents.

However, Jian Buqing seemed to have disappeared after being kicked off the stage. Jian Yang was about to have the event staff find someone when Guan Jingyu said, “Jian Buqing was called by his grandfather to sing a song.”

Jian Yang, holding his phone, was in shock along with Guan Jingyu.

This time, Jian Buqing didn’t manage to cling to the Guan family’s uncle and nephew… Could it be that he clung to the old master Guan instead?

But that meant that the old master Guan could be Jian Buqing’s grandfather!