Jian Yang blushed bright red. “Brother Bo, what are you talking about? We’re not in that kind of relationship.”

Bo Shun was stunned. “So you two are… just purely superior and subordinate? A boss and a subsidiary owner? An investor and a project manager?”

Jian Yang thought for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“That doesn’t seem right…” Bo Shun muttered under his breath, “Is Guan Ciyan really that incapable?”

“Why does everyone say that?” Jian Yang was puzzled.

“Who else said it?”

“Uh…” At this moment, it would be too cruel to throw Wei Wei under the bus. “No one, just overheard something.”

“Brother Bo, why do you think there should be something between me and him?”

“He’s way too obvious about you. If he didn’t have feelings, why would he start a company for you? When you played a minor role in Director Xu’s drama, he personally backed the entire production. He’s not the kind of person who makes bad investments.”

“But he also expects me to make money for him. He’s betting big on this drama, so isn’t it normal for him to treat me well?”

“Jian Yang, I didn’t know you were so confident.” Bo Shun started counting on his fingers. “You do have great potential, but Guan Ciyan is a businessman, not an artist like Wen Ye. Tell me, is it faster to make money by investing in ten small stars or by carefully nurturing you, watering you, fertilizing you, and keeping pests away while waiting for you to grow?”

“That…” How was he supposed to argue with that?

Bo Shun’s eyes glinted as he leaned in. “Did you reject him?”

“No…” Jian Yang’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum.

Not only did he not reject him, but he had even invited Guan Ciyan to sleep over twice.

“You two are in a completely pure relationship?” Bo Shun scoffed at his own words. “Guan Ciyan isn’t that kind of person. He’s notorious in the industry—when he wants something, he gets it immediately.”

Jian Yang silently swallowed his and Wei Wei’s suspicions.

Maybe… Guan Ciyan really was incapable.

Jian Yang thought to himself, if Guan Ciyan really couldn’t, then he wouldn’t go looking for someone else, right?

Wait, if Guan Ciyan couldn’t, then he could be the one on top!

Crap. People say being the one on the bottom feels even better. If Guan Ciyan knew that, wouldn’t he be even more tempted to find someone else?

Jian Yang touched his abdomen. He had been working out like crazy lately, and his body was looking great, but compared to Guan Ciyan, he was still a bit behind. No wonder Guan Ciyan wasn’t interested in that little star who had deliberately fallen in front of him—Guan Ciyan was the one who needed to be taken care of!

What a miscalculation. Last night, he had even let Guan Ciyan touch his waist, yet the man remained completely indifferent. Turns out, he really couldn’t…

This was a problem. But also… an opportunity.

If he could find a top-tier andrology specialist for Guan Ciyan, wouldn’t that make him a lifesaver in another sense?

Wait, no. Even Dr. Su, with his godlike medical skills, couldn’t cure Guan Ciyan. If Guan Ciyan had already turned to traditional medicine, what doctor hadn’t he tried?

Any doctor he could find would probably be subpar in comparison.

Then maybe he could offer psychological counseling instead—help Guan Ciyan accept his physical shortcomings and embrace life with joy! That would still make him a lifesaver in a spiritual sense!

Besides, with modern technology advancing so rapidly… Jian Yang sneakily opened a certain orange-colored shopping app and browsed an adult toy store.

“Gu Yanjun! It’s time to start!” Su Jin called out. Jian Yang quickly put down his phone and rushed back to filming.

Tonight’s shoot was a night scene. Su Jin had organized a student movement, leading to a city-wide manhunt by the Gu family’s soldiers. Gu Yanjun managed to find him first and smuggled him out of the city. They both believed that this would be their last farewell. Su Jin asked Gu Yanjun one last time if he wanted to leave with him, but Gu Yanjun chose his family.

Gu Yanjun carried the injured Su Jin on horseback and galloped toward the city gates.

Guan Ciyan watched from the side, his frown deepening. “I thought there weren’t supposed to be any intimate scenes?”

“This counts as an intimate scene?” Bo Shun teased. “You’re not stepping up, but you won’t let anyone else step up either?”

“What do you mean?”

Bo Shun shrugged. “Nothing. Don’t you think Su Jin and Gu Yanjun look great together? They’re about the same age, have similar values. Off-screen, they eat together and go over scripts all the time. Young people just have a different kind of chemistry. Look at Gu Yanjun on that horse—so full of spirit.”

“Oh, so Wen Ye finally gave you the time of day, huh? That’s why you have time to play matchmaker now?”

Bo Shun sighed. “He still ignores me. I’m working on it. Unlike some people, who want to make an effort but don’t even get the chance.”

As soon as the director yelled “cut,” Jian Yang ran over in his costume. “Sir, what are you doing here?”

His eyes sparkled in the darkness, enhanced by his black-colored contact lenses, shining like obsidian. With his eyes enlarged, his face looked even smaller.

“I came to see how you act,” Guan Ciyan said, emphasizing the last word.

“Yanjun!” Su Jin waved from the monitors. “Come back, we need to reshoot a scene!”

“Coming!” Jian Yang turned and ran back.

Guan Ciyan was left standing there, watching as Jian Yang rushed back into Su Jin’s embrace. Su Jin’s arms wrapped tightly around Jian Yang’s waist as if he were holding on for dear life. Jian Yang clutched Su Jin close, his eyes burning with emotion. Their foreheads pressed together, and in the next moment, they were about to kiss—

Guan Ciyan stepped up to the monitor and kicked Wen Ye’s chair. “This take is fine.”

“What do you know?” Wen Ye didn’t even spare him a glance.

Bo Shun immediately pulled Guan Ciyan aside. “What are you doing? They’re working, show some respect. You know how dedicated Jian Yang is—he’s even willing to go into the water for this scene. You won’t even let him hug his CP?”

“Why does he have so many CPs?! Do you have that many CPs?” Guan Ciyan snapped impatiently.

“I don’t,” Bo Shun said innocently. “I’m not like Jian Yang. He’s young and good-looking—he has chemistry with everyone. You should adjust your mindset. Otherwise, you’ll be jealous all the time in the future.”

“Who’s jealous?”

“I am. I’m jealous, okay? I like Jian Yang. I’m jealous when he films with other people, hugs them, kisses them—I feel restless, furious, irrational. I’m petty, narrow-minded, and jealous to the point of madness—”

Wen Ye shot Bo Shun a glance.

Bo Shun immediately changed his tune. “Boss Guan, just reflect on yourself. If you like someone, just say it. Making them guess? Do you think they won’t feel hurt?”

Wen Ye burrowed into the black fabric in front of the monitor. Bo Shun looked at him, his expression tender, resembling that of an ostrich trying to hide. Seeing Bo Shun’s expression, Guan Ciyan thought of Jian Yang’s quiet, unspoken feelings for him—was it the same emotion Bo Shun felt?

At least Bo Shun was rich and famous. If he wanted to pursue Wen Ye, he could. But Jian Yang had nothing. Other than waiting anxiously, what else could he do?

Guan Ciyan owed Jian Yang a serious confession. He needed to make Jian Yang understand his feelings to ease his anxieties.

The reason he hadn’t done so yet was that he had no good ideas. At first, he considered buying a gift, but Jian Yang already had watches, clothes, leather shoes, and sneakers—all things he had given him before. Those didn’t count as special gifts.

Taking a trip together? Jian Yang’s schedule was packed, and any spare time was spent receiving treatment from Old Su.

No matter how much he thought about it, Guan Ciyan couldn’t find something that truly expressed his feelings.

“Alright, that’s a wrap!”

“I’m exhausted.”

Jian Yang, still wearing his night-scene costume—a black cape over a deep blue military uniform that made him look tall and sharp—ran up to Guan Ciyan. “Sir, what are you doing here?”

His eyes sparkled with happiness, and seeing that lifted Guan Ciyan’s mood slightly. “Came to check on you.”

“But we just saw each other last night.”

“Mm…” Guan Ciyan murmured vaguely. “I had something to discuss with you.”

“Okay!” Jian Yang beamed. “Wait for me to change.”

He took a few steps, then ran back. “Sir, does this outfit look good?”

It would’ve been fine if he hadn’t asked, but now Guan Ciyan was reminded of him holding that actor, Su Jin, so tightly in their scene. The thought irritated him, and he felt a lump in his chest. “No, it doesn’t. Go change.”

“Oh.” Jian Yang pouted. “But everyone else said it looks good. The audience should like it, right?”

Guan Ciyan immediately regretted it—wasn’t he just killing Jian Yang’s confidence?

While Jian Yang was removing his makeup, Guan Ciyan followed him into the dressing room. “Hungry? Let’s go for a late-night snack.”

“No, sir. I’ll get puffy tomorrow.” Jian Yang pressed his cheeks inward, making his lips pout slightly.

Guan Ciyan quickly turned away, pretending to cough. That softness—he had tasted it for so long and still couldn’t get enough.

Back at the hotel, Guan Ciyan followed Jian Yang into his room.

“Sir, what exactly did you want to talk about?” Jian Yang asked curiously.

Guan Ciyan: That was just an excuse.

But since Jian Yang had already asked, he might as well ask too.

After all, he was the legal representative of the company. Was it so strange for him to check on his artist?

“You and Su Jin… you don’t have any off-screen feelings, do you?” Guan Ciyan asked.

“Of course we do,” Jian Yang answered matter-of-factly.

Guan Ciyan: ??? You actually admitted it??

“We’re good friends. Why?”

“Good. Keep it that way. Don’t develop unnecessary feelings outside of work,” Guan Ciyan said, relieved.

“That’s it?” Jian Yang was puzzled. Couldn’t this have been said over the phone?

“Also, I noticed you have a lot of CP (couple) pairings online, and there’s been a lot of false rumors. Do you need the company to step in?”

“Which ones?” Jian Yang tilted his head. “I check every day, and I’ve been deliberately steering the narrative. It’s fine so far.”

“They’re saying you should have a baby,” Guan Ciyan said disapprovingly.

“I’m a man. How would I have a baby? They’re just messing around. It’s no big deal.” Jian Yang chuckled, touched that Guan Ciyan cared. “Sir, you probably don’t follow entertainment gossip. Besides this, there are plenty of fanfictions where I not only have kids, but also get married to all of them, go on honeymoons, have dragon-phoenix twins—we’re basically a four-generation family now.”

Guan Ciyan’s heart clenched. “…Is that so…”

“And you really don’t mind?”

“Some are written quite well. I can recommend a few! I really like this one—the writing is good. I should thank them. Without them, my popularity wouldn’t last this long. Once the show ends, the hype dies down.”

“There’s no need,” Guan Ciyan said through gritted teeth.

Jian Yang: “…But I already sent you the link on WeChat.”

Guan Ciyan forced himself to breathe evenly. “And your feelings for them… they’re only in the show, right?”

“Pretty much.” Jian Yang frowned. “Honestly, I don’t have many scenes, and we filmed everything quickly. We didn’t spend much time together, so it’s not like my friendship with Su Jin. Once the next drama starts, the CP fans will naturally move on. The entertainment industry doesn’t waste time—we’re just a passing trend.”

For the first time, Guan Ciyan didn’t appreciate Jian Yang’s professionalism. He was giving too much of himself.

But at least it seemed like Jian Yang had no other thoughts, so Guan Ciyan calmed down. “Don’t worry about popularity. Our official promotions haven’t even started yet. You just need to focus on acting. Just remember—keep your feelings in the show. Don’t let them spill over into real life.”

“Of course! I’m at a stage where dating is impossible. It’d be career suicide!” Jian Yang patted his chest confidently.

Guan Ciyan: “…It depends on who you’re dating.”