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After Ye Lin adjusted her dress, Yan Man raised her head, preparing to take the usual photos.
Unexpectedly, the flashes went wild. The media swarmed, almost crossing the line, and the noise from below was overwhelming. The reporters’ expressions varied wildly.
As they turned to leave the stage, Yan Man couldn’t help but say, “Do you feel like everyone got strangely excited just now?”
Everything had been normal until she adjusted her dress, and then the cameras started snapping like crazy.
If it weren’t for her recent training, she might have been blinded by the flashes again.
Ye Lin gave a low hum: “Maybe it’s because you look exceptionally beautiful today.”
Yan Man looked at him doubtfully, “Really?”
“Really.”
Upon returning backstage, Yan Man finally understood the reason for the frenzy.
Simon nearly jumped three feet high in the dressing room: “Ye Lin bent down?? Ye Lin actually bent down?!”
Yan Man was utterly confused: “…What?”
Simon gestured wildly: “He bent down just now to fix your dress!!!”
“So what,” Yan Man said, “Does he have some sort of bone spurs that prevent him from bending?”
“…”
After a long moment of speechlessness, Simon handed her his phone: “Just watch this video.”
Yan Man looked down. The video was titled “Compilation of Ye Lin’s Nods,” and it was almost entirely covered by comments. All she could see was him giving a slight nod, the light reflecting off the trophy flowing gracefully over his hair.
Yan Man sighed, “This trophy is so beautiful and shiny.”
Simon: ?
Yan Man: “Which artist wouldn’t want that?”
Simon understood her ambition, but the point right now—
Simon: “Didn’t you see what the comments said? He never bends down, even when receiving awards!”
Yan Man exclaimed, “…So?”
Simon: “So this is his first time bending down! And it was for you! To adjust your dress! Do you get it now!”
“I get it,” Yan Man said, “But what else could he have done? Step on my dress?”
“…”
After walking a few red carpets, she had already noticed.
The red carpet scene was highly competitive these days. The expectations for male artists were sky-high—95% of them would assist their female counterparts, helping them up and down the steps, holding microphones, adjusting hems. Wasn’t this normal?
Simon: “But he has never done these things for other actresses before.”
Yan Man sped through the video at twice the speed: “Because there were no actresses beside him back then.”
“…”
Simon fell silent for a while, feeling as if she was about to convince him.
Yan Man: “If he didn’t do this before but does it now, maybe he suddenly decided to become a gentleman. Is that really surprising?”
Simon tried to regain his argument: “It’s not surprising for other actors, but for Ye Lin—”
“Exactly,” Yan Man said, “It’s not about the action itself but because the person doing it is Ye Lin. Even petting a cat can make him trend. It has nothing to do with the dress or me.”
Yan Man shook her head, “Don’t put me on a pedestal. He bent down because he wanted to. How could it be for me? Am I that influential?”
Simon paused for a few minutes, hesitating to speak, opened his mouth, and realized he couldn’t argue with Yan Man, so he gave up: “Alright, let’s talk about the upcoming interview?”
“OK.”
As soon as the live broadcast of the red carpet began, the trending topics heated up once again.
Starting with #YanManFeatherFairyDress#, and reaching its peak with #YeLinBendsDown#, the discussions soared to new heights.
The earlier mocking tweets from the haters were countered by fans with friendly video screenshots:
[OMG! What is this?! A top star bending down for Yan Man?!]
[OMG! What is this?! The sound of haters getting slapped in the face?!]
[What is this?! OMG! The bitter taste of mocking others and getting mocked instead?! (Is this fruit tasty?)]
[Pure passerby here, why are your rebuttals always so funny?]
[Let me reiterate, Yan Man and her fans have always focused on themselves, never trying to elevate anything artificially. Certain haters shouldn’t spread rumors just to hate. Your sister has the ability to turn bad luck into good fortune and slap faces against the wind. I advise you not to keep bumping into风口, lest your sister flies too high and you strain your neck looking up.]
[#Dear Cranberry Teachers, Open Your Minds#]
On the first battlefield, Yan Man’s fans were fiercely debunking rumors. Meanwhile, in the second trench…
CP shippers were losing their minds.
[Honestly… Before this, I thought of it as fake sugar… But today, I think… Could this sugar… possibly… be real…?]
[I’ve considered it might be real, but I never expected it to be THIS real.]
[I’m shocked. Will they announce their marriage one day?!]
[I feel like those obnoxious mouths who prophesied something and are now at a loss.]
[#Surprise! Yan-Ye Shippers Realizing Their Dreams Hallucinate and Curse Themselves!#]
[I love watching Ye Lin chase his wife. Chase more, please!]
[I adore the ambiguity of men pursuing women…]
[Honestly, I used to think Ye Lin didn’t bend because of back problems (x) Now I’m reassured… Yan Man’s happiness…]
[? Don’t give me ghs here!]
In the heat of the moment, everyone even enthusiastically picked an official color. They joked that if they attended the New Year’s Eve gala, they could bring light sticks to cheer.
Yellow was chosen. The reason was simple: it was a bright color like Yan Man’s official color, smog pink, and complementary to Ye Lin’s deep-sea blue. It was an excellent harmonizing color between the two—it was almost as if it was designed for them.
With an official color, naturally, there needed to be an official slogan. After selecting it, the second half of the shipping craze came to an end.
Everyone recorded this event in the “Shipping History” with great enthusiasm, welcoming the arrival of a new era:
[At 7:35 PM on December 2nd, Ye Lin lifting his wife’s dress marked the first shot of ‘Yan-Ye is Real.’ The super topic set the official slogan and color, declaring Yan-Ye shippers entering the era of real sugar from fake sugar!]
At eleven o’clock in the evening, Ye Lin returned to the hotel.
Listening to Bi Tan ramble about miscellaneous things, he seemed to remember something and took out a small bear keychain from his pocket, intending to clean it.
There was a sound device inside that couldn’t get wet, so he needed to remove it before cleaning.
He carefully found the zipper and went into the bathroom.
Bi Tan followed him in.
Then, they saw the man squeeze out a pump of shampoo and meticulously give the little bear a full-body spa, not sparing even the ears.
Bi Tan’s throat felt dry: “Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” the man said indifferently, “Concert, then what?”
Bi Tan, his voice hoarse from talking, was discussing the New Year’s Eve gala.
It was the end of the year, and all sorts of lively events were kicking off, especially the New Year’s Eve concert. TV stations usually pulled out all the stops to compete for ratings. Ye Lin was, of course, on the invitation lists of several major stations every year—
Of course, he never attended.
Although he had taken on a drama, his desire to retire hadn’t faded much. Apart from the endorsements he signed before, he hadn’t taken on anything new, nor participated in commercial activities.
Bi Tan: “I know you don’t like those things, but one station changed its style this year! They said you don’t have to perform; just sit in the audience and say a few words at the end. How’s that? Simple enough?”
Ye Lin continued washing the bear.
Bi Tan was exasperated: “What’s so important about this stupid bear! Is it more important than the New Year’s Eve gala I’m talking about?!”
The man took a tissue and carefully absorbed the water from the bear before placing it in front of him. His voice turned cold.
Ye Lin: “Where’s the stupid part?”
“…………”
Sometimes, I really can’t communicate with you top stars.
Bi Tan: “New Year’s Eve! Gala!! Are you attending or not?!”
Normally, he would have refused outright, but this time, while blow-drying the bear, his mood had improved slightly. He leisurely replied, “We’ll see.”
Bi Tan leaned against the side: “Yan Man is going.”
“…”
“They can arrange for you two to sit at the same table.”
“…”
Bi Tan: “Are you still going?”
“…Sure, I can accept.”
Bi Tan sighed in regret. Just as he was about to leave, he finally flipped over the bear that Ye Lin had been fussing over all night and saw a small line of text underneath.
Yunzhou Film City.
Shooting Location for “Life in Floating Years.”
Bi Tan turned his head and asked, “A gift from Yan Man?”
“Mm,” Ye Lin responded. Seeing that his manager was holding the item in his hands, he frowned slightly. “Did you wash your hands?”
“...”
Bi Tan was incredulous. “This hand of mine earns the company millions every year, and now you’re嫌弃 it?!”
Ye Lin: “Don’t touch it if you haven’t washed your hands.”
Bi Tan clenched his fists tightly. As he slammed the door shut, he roared out a few words:
“Men, love’s playthings!!!”
“...”
The next day, during a break in filming, Yan Man sat quietly listening to music.
Ye Lin glanced over and said, “I heard you’re going to the New Year’s Eve gala?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “to sing a song.”
By the time of the New Year countdown, they would be close to wrapping up the drama. Her part wasn’t substantial, so she had some free time.
Moreover, the song selected was one she already knew how to sing, so there was no need to learn anything new—just a few rehearsals.
Ye Lin: “What are you singing?”
She mysteriously put on an earphone but just smiled without answering. “Guess.”
Filming continued, and the series aired steadily, drawing more and more viewers and generating increasing buzz.
Halfway through the series’ run, the official Weibo account already had nearly five million followers.
If the trend continued, it would surely become the breakout hit of the year.
Yan Man didn’t dare slack off; she still woke up early every day and worked until late at night, often falling asleep even during makeup.
In the midst of this busyness came the end-of-year New Year’s Eve gala.
That afternoon, Yan Man had no scenes to shoot, so she took a car to the studio, intending to discuss rehearsal matters.
But upon arriving at the studio, after checking the lighting setup, she turned her head and saw a familiar figure.
Yan Man was dazed for a long moment, thinking she must have mistaken something.
Why was Ye Lin here too?
She tilted her head and said, “Isn’t sitting in the audience enough for you?”
Do audiences need to rehearse too?
Ye Lin opened his mouth but hadn’t spoken yet when another figure appeared below the stage—it was Bian He.
Bi Tan whispered nearby, “It’s because he’s co-starring with her in that show where I save you and you warm me—”
Ye Lin: “Shut up.”
After a pause, Ye Lin continued, “Why is he here?”
Bi Tan: “Because he and Yan Man are performing a duet.”
“...”
Frowning slightly, Ye Lin repeated, “A duet?”
“Yes,” Bi Tan said, “I thought you knew. After all, neither of them are professional singers, so a duet makes more sense than solo performances. Plus, they’ve worked together before.”
As soon as Bi Tan finished speaking, Yan Man started chatting with Bian He about lighting and stage positioning.
When they got to the part about “we can make eye contact here,” Yan Man felt someone’s gaze on her. She turned her head to look at Ye Lin. “...Why are you staring at us?”
“To familiarize myself,” the man tried to smooth his frown but couldn’t quite manage it. Still frowning, he said, “When you’re singing on stage, they’ll also be filming me from below.”
Bi Tan mulled over this statement—it carried a whiff of “You two better behave, Ye Lin is watching you,” like a jealous spouse catching their partner…
Yan Man nodded and said, “Then help us take a good look. If there’s any issue, tell us so we can fix it.”
Ye Lin: “...”
Once Yan Man got into work mode, she was extremely focused. The stage rehearsal lasted over two hours, rivaling some professional singers. Before leaving, she and Bian He reviewed several other performances.
The two held their phones, examining each act one by one. Meanwhile, Ye Lin sat on the sofa below the stage, his gaze unwavering.
Seeing him come to watch rehearsals—a rare occurrence—the director grinned and asked, “Does Teacher Ye have any suggestions?”
The high-ranking man pressed his fingers against his forehead, pondered for a moment, then slowly said, “I suggest canceling the duet.”
Director: ???
On the way back, Bi Tan eyed the man’s expression warily, walking cautiously the entire time, fearing he might ignite this powder keg.
But unable to hold back, Ye Lin finally spoke.
“If there’s another show next year—”
Bi Tan immediately confessed honestly, “Yes, yes, I promise not to tell you anymore, we won’t go on, absolutely not!”
“No,” Ye Lin corrected, “if there’s another show, let me go on.”
“...”
Bi Tan: ??
“You…going on a show?” Bi Tan had never considered this possibility. Such a request was unthinkable, let alone expected, so he stammered, “Then, what are the requirements for the program?”
Ye Lin: “As long as the production team pairs her with male artists, you help me secure it.”
After a pause, he added, “Not too difficult, everything can be learned.”
Bi Tan’s jaw dropped wide open. After a moment, he closed it again, covering the lower half of his face.
Secure it.
Secure it.
Could these words really come out of Ye Lin’s mouth one day?
Wasn’t he supposed to sit at home waiting for various show teams to approach him, only to reject them mercilessly?
Ye Lin glanced at him. “If you want to laugh, go ahead. No need to hold it in.”
“...”
After finishing the rehearsal, Yan Man refocused on filming.
Another week and a half of shooting passed, and it was finally New Year’s Eve.
The production team was considerate; since filming had gone smoothly, they had already filmed three episodes ahead of schedule. So that day, they gave the actors a day off. Yan Man arrived early at the recording venue for the New Year’s Eve gala.
On the way, she bumped into Zhao, whom she hadn’t seen in a while. They chatted for a bit.
Though they hadn’t met in a while, they frequently messaged on WeChat. Yan Man hadn’t been in the industry for long, and though she had many casual friends, Zhao was definitely one of her closer ones.
As Zhao left to rehearse, she waved, “Let’s grab dinner together once this is over!”
“Sure,” Yan Man nodded, “I’ll call you when it’s time.”
Zhao: “Yeah, yeah, bring Teacher Ye along too!”
Before Yan Man could ask why, Zhao was pulled backstage by her manager.
Turning around, Simon approached. “Your fans are so romantic.”
Yan Man: “What do you mean?”
“They said this is the first New Year’s Eve they’re spending with you, and now under your latest Weibo post, they’ve changed their avatars and adjusted the colors.”
At first, Yan Man didn’t understand. “What does changing avatar colors mean?”
Opening the comment section, she finally understood what Simon meant.
Looking at the trending comments, one avatar was pink hearts, and the other yellow hearts, arranged in an orderly pattern, like a geometric sequence.
Simon: “Pink is your fan color, right? And if you scroll quickly, just swipe past it.”
Yan Man followed his instructions, swiping her finger upward quickly. As the avatars rapidly changed, the two colors seemed to blend, turning red.
Combined with the shapes in the avatars, they looked like continuous red hearts emerging from the screen.
Yan Man was amazed, scrolling back and forth several times. “This is so cute!”
“Yeah, I think so too. And the idea is pretty clever,” Simon laughed. “They told me to make sure you saw it, and it’s definitely worth it.”
All the day’s fatigue seemed to dissipate at that moment. After some thought, Yan Man decided to respond by posting a new Weibo.
The photo was a fresh selfie. She sat in front of the makeup mirror, a red heart drawn in her palm.
Her fans quickly responded: [Waaah, a fresh selfie from our baby, I LOVE IT SO MUCH!]
[When are you going on stage? Baby, remember to eat on time. Waiting for your performance, mua! Let’s spend next year together too!]
[Yan Man and cranberry running towards each other kswl.]
Yan Man replied to a few comments before being called away for the final rehearsal.
After the rehearsal, she changed into her costume, finished her makeup, and it was almost time to go on stage.
Of course, the New Year’s Eve show was live-streamed that night. While TV only broadcast the performances, the online livestream had one main screen and three split screens, allowing viewers to switch freely.
The main screen showed the performances, while the three split screens displayed backstage and two audience sections.
Before Yan Man went on stage, Split Screen 2 showed her image.
She wore a bright yellow chiffon dress today, with lace details at the chest and small rhinestones decorating the corners of her eyes, shimmering faintly even in the dark.
She couldn’t help but breathe in and out lightly to relieve a bit of nervousness and coldness. As her shoulders rose and fell, her collarbone became even more pronounced with each breath.
[Claiming wuli Manman’s collarbone, sliiick.]
[Beautiful neck and shoulder lines.]
[I can’t imagine genes like mine producing such a beautiful daughter (sorry, just kidding).]
While she waited, Split Screen 1 switched to show Ye Lin sitting in the audience.
The man cupped his fingers, leaning against the back of his chair. His deep-set features were expressionless, despite the lively songs and colorful lights flashing across his refined face, stirring no reaction whatsoever.
A face full of disinterest.
[LMAO, looks like an audience member kidnapped to a nightclub.]
[The Ye Lin jawline assassination incident.]
[Just now, my mom walked by and asked who that person on the screen was. I said it’s my husband, and we’ll get married once he comes out of the TV.]
[Then you’ll probably wait forever (...).]
While the chat was lively, Yan Man’s performance began.
At first, everyone listened intently to the beautiful singer, mesmerized by her stunning makeup and the unfamiliar song. But when Yan Man and Bian He locked eyes on stage, someone suddenly commented—
[I’m dying laughing, look at Ye Lin’s eyebrows on Split Screen 1 hahaha!]
Everyone quickly shifted their attention.
Only then did they notice that the previously emotionless man now showed complex emotions. His brows were furrowed, and his body leaned forward slightly, firmly fixed on the people on stage.
[Coconut Grove: Do they need to stand so close just to sing a song?]
[I’m laughing so hard I can’t hold my milk tea steady...]
[Stop laughing, dammit! Would you still laugh if you were Ye Lin?]
[Sorry, but I’m not, and I’m laughing so hard.]
[The subject Ye: Now I regret this deeply.]
The chat scrolled continuously, especially lively, until Yan Man finished her song. Only then did the man’s brows relax slightly—
But only slightly.
Soon after, Ye Lin went on stage. At the crucial moment just before midnight, he took the microphone handed to him by the staff.
“Happy New Year to everyone.”
[It’s our handsome-as-ever Ye Lin ringing in the New Year! Definitely happy!]
After saying a few more words, Ye Lin turned and stepped off the stage.
The camera caught a fleeting glimpse of his furrowed brows again.
The chat erupted in laughter: [‘Who cares if you’re happy or not, my wife singing with another man makes me unhappy.’]
[Time for my favorite segment: ‘Silly netizens exposing Ye Lin’s inner thoughts.’]
[‘Damn it, I need to hurry up and find my wife. Wife, where are you? He needs to leave. I don’t approve of him being near my wife at midnight!’]
[You wrote so much, you must be right.]
[Ye Lin rebelled and passionately kissed his wife against the bathroom door for an hour, shocking the entire entertainment circle.]
[? Why kiss at the bathroom door?]
[So should they kiss inside the bathroom...?]
[Is that what they meant?! You guys are great at misinterpreting things!]
[Laughing so hard my face hurts.]
After stepping down, Ye Lin picked up his phone. Just as he unlocked it, Bi Tan leaned over.
“Why don’t you post a Weibo? It’s almost the new year.”
“In a sec.”
As he said this, he intended to open WeChat to ask where she was.
But thanks to Bi Tan’s interference, his finger slipped slightly, accidentally opening Weibo instead, landing on one of his posts.
Bi Tan: “Refresh and see? Fans must’ve left you messages. What kind of selfie do they want? Or maybe just a text update?”
Being so familiar with him, Bi Tan casually refreshed the page for him as he spoke.
The page underwent some subtle changes.
Unbeknownst to Ye Lin, tonight the CP fans had changed their avatars to yellow. Seeing this, the solo fans, unwilling to be outdone, changed their avatars to blue to clearly distinguish themselves and demonstrate their numbers weren’t inferior.
He found it strange and wanted to find the reason, scrolling down a few times, but everywhere he looked was the same.
So he scrolled faster, the page rapidly moving—
And yellow plus blue makes green.
Bi Tan heard someone calling his name, looked up to reply, and then glanced down to check Ye Lin’s comments section.
What greeted his eyes was a sea of avatars. Due to the rapid scrolling speed, the human eye’s persistence of vision caused the two colors to mix, turning into...
a sea of green.
Backstage, Bi Tan was shocked, exclaiming loudly, “Why are you looking at green hats?”
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