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Upon hearing the phrase “green hat,” Ye Lin’s scrolling hand came to a halt.
Bi Tan steadied himself and finally realized that the page wasn’t about any green hat—it was just the avatars in the comment section blending together, creating this...
contextually fitting color.
Realizing this, Bi the manager burst into laughter. “Hahahaha, can they even play like this?! Are they doing this on purpose? Oh well, but...”
His laughter quickly died down as he looked up and saw the man’s livid expression.
—Oh no, there goes my salary deduction again.
Bi Tan quickly tried to make amends. “Right! I came to tell you something important!”
“Yan Man is alone in the side hall. Are you going or not? It’s almost midnight!”
Clearly, this exchange of information worked. Seeing Ye Lin turn around, Bi Tan let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness...my end-of-year bonus is safe.
...
Yan Man bid farewell to Bian He in the side hall and took out her phone to scroll through her social media feed when she unexpectedly noticed it was almost time for the New Year countdown.
A message from Zhao arrived: [Where are you? Quickly tidy up and head to the side hall. They’re going to set off fireworks soon, and the view from the big floor-to-ceiling window is absolutely stunning!]
Yan Man typed back: [I’m already in the side hall. Do you want to come over?]
As soon as she sent this, a sudden burst of noise erupted behind her, startling her. She looked up to see fireworks soaring into the sky.
Someone called her name, their voice tinged with slight instability.
“Yan Man?”
“Hmm?” She hesitantly turned her head to see Ye Lin, his chest rising and falling slightly.
She pointed at the window. “Fireworks.”
He nodded, his gaze flicking from the blossoming fireworks outside the floor-to-ceiling window to her.
“Happy New Year,” he said.
She tilted her head and smiled, her lips curling upward. “Happy New Year!”
Zhao: [Happy New Year, Manman!]
Ye Lin turned around to see Zhao running toward him. The gazes of the two women met mid-air, and they exchanged knowing smiles.
“...”
Unable to resist, he moved closer and whispered, “Who were you wishing Happy New Year to just now?”
Yan Man blinked.
She found it odd that this seemed important to him. “Everyone together.”
The man parted his lips, about to say something, when Zhao shouted from the other side of the window, “Manman, hurry over here! They’re setting off blue ones now!”
Yan Man lifted her skirt and scurried over in tiny steps. Through the reflection on the glass, one could see the look in her eyes at that moment.
Her hands pressed against the glass, her nose close, as if trying to get as near as possible. The warm breath exhaled between her lips quickly gathered into a small patch of fog on the window.
Ye Lin stood rooted for a moment before walking over to stand behind her.
Due to his profession, fireworks weren’t anything special to him; they were ordinary. But now, looking through her eyes, something stirred faintly within him.
Her fingers gently curled, her smile gentle and clear, her eyes brimming with joy and anticipation. Fireworks rose in her pupils, then bloomed brilliantly and audaciously.
He lowered his voice. “Have you seen fireworks before?”
“All the time,” she said. “But even though I see them often, they’re still beautiful, aren’t they?”
Humans instinctively yearn for beautiful things.
Perhaps because she hadn’t received a reply from him in a while, Yan Man slightly tilted her head up. There he was, standing behind her, and as he lowered his head, he caught her gaze.
After a while, he replied, “Yes, all the time, and they’re beautiful.”
Satisfied with his answer, Yan Man continued to gaze out the window. The fireworks were nearing their end, and the glass was a bit cold. She sniffled.
Ye Lin watched her reflection in the glass, feeling certain sounds fading away while others became clearer.
Chatting with Zhao about something, she laughed again, her eyes crinkling.
In truth, he had never imagined life would be like this.
The world seemed cold and boring through his eyes, but through hers, it was vibrant and interesting. She was like an enthusiastic explorer, always eager to discover the world, and also like a little sun, always capable of illuminating others.
Her light was warm and soft, and no matter how close you got, it wouldn’t burn.
All the mundane, simple, trivial matters of everyday life seemed to shimmer with anticipation when passing by her.
It turns out many things aren’t inherently interesting; it’s the person who watches them with you that makes them worth it.
Lost in thought, the fireworks had already burned out. Zhao had left without him noticing, and only Yan Man remained, leaning against the window, gazing at him with curiosity.
Yan Man: “What are you thinking about?”
As she spoke, another puff of breath formed a small patch of fog on the window.
“Not much.” Compelled by some inexplicable force, he reached out and touched the fog with his index finger, moving it slightly.
Yan Man recognized the letter he was writing: “Y? What Y?”
“Yan?” He immediately felt too self-absorbed after speaking and chuckled, correcting himself. “Ye?”
He ambiguously hummed in response, unclear whether he meant which one.
But it didn’t really matter. Probably the latter.
Yan Man tugged at her skirt. “Let’s go back. Get some rest early; we still have filming tomorrow.”
The first day of the New Year began once again at the film set.
The director prepared red envelopes for every crew member and main cast, and Yan Man also bought lots of handmade cookies to share with everyone. The New Year started off lively and harmonious.
Yan Man flipped through the script; her scenes were almost done.
However, she couldn’t leave the set immediately after finishing since the release schedule for this drama was complicated, and they might need to reshoot some scenes. Therefore, she needed to stay a few more days.
But during that time, she would have relatively more freedom and could take on some activities and shoots.
As filming neared its conclusion, the production team also arranged promotional activities for them—a visit to an entertainment company known as “sweeping the building.”
Almost all major dramas and popular shows used this promotional method these days. Specifically, the two lead actors would arrive and participate in various activities prepared by the staff.
Promotion was also part of an actor’s job. On Saturday afternoon, Yan Man changed her clothes and set off with Ye Lin.
Since they were sweeping the building together, they shared a car.
Upon arrival, as soon as the car door opened, cheers nearly drowned out the street. A sea of people greeted Yan Man, startling her.
Before coming, she had watched videos of other drama teams sweeping buildings and knew many employees from the company would come out to watch, so she expected a lot of people…
But today, there were exceptionally many.
A vast crowd, reminiscent of a concert, completely exceeded her expectations.
After quite a while, a path finally cleared in front of them. The live-streaming hostess waved her work ID, indicating she was here.
Yan Man nodded. Ye Lin had already gotten out of the car and turned to help her.
It was already winter, and she wore a soft white sweater with a touch of fluorescent green trim on top, paired with a dark pleated skirt and comfortable soft boots, revealing her straight legs.
To match the style, she pinned a fluffy little clip to the side.
Today, Ye Lin also wore a sweater. Unlike her bright accents, his white sweater was a simple turtleneck, snugly wrapped around his neck, and when he lowered his head, it could cover his chin.
There was a sense of winter ambiance reminiscent of Korean dramas.
And because both of them were wearing sweaters—
Just as Yan Man touched him, she got zapped.
She hissed and cautiously pulled her hand back. “Why are you electrified?”
“...”
“I’m not,” he murmured softly. “It’s you.”
“Really or fake?”
As they walked surrounded by security guards, cheers and screams stacked up beside them, Yan Man had never felt so close to the crowd. She waved while continuing to discuss this issue.
She tentatively extended the tip of her finger and lightly touched his shoulder, only to get zapped again.
She found it scorching and paused for a moment before bending her knuckles again.
Ye Lin also bent his fingers and lightly touched her, resulting in another burst of static electricity spreading out.
Thus, the two of them kept testing as they walked, their movements subtle, yet how could they escape the sharp eyes of the CP fans in the live stream: [Stop testing! You two have chemistry, do you understand?!]
[You little lovebirds, behave yourselves!!]
Finally reaching their seats, just as Yan Man was about to sit down, she touched the book on the corner of the table and got zapped again.
Startled, she blankly stared at her fingertips.
[My girl is questioning her existence: Huh? Am I leaking electricity?]
[So cute, cuter than ever!! (Screaming)]
Behind them, the “Orange Entertainment” sign was prominent. After Ye Lin sat down, he greeted the audience in front of the camera: “Good afternoon, I am Ye Lin.”
An immediate wave of cheers surged from the periphery, surrounding them densely.
The camera turned to Yan Man, who also waved with a smile: “Hello, everyone, I am Pikachu.”
[Hahahaha, remove ‘chu’!]
“Just joking, just joking,” she laughed and waved again. “I am Yan Man, who got very electrified by my new sweater today.”
[Skr skr]
[It’s like some rappers’ self-introductions.]
The live-streaming hostess also took on the role of emcee and, smiling, asked, “So, what was the idea behind today’s outfit?”
“The stylist put it together for me,” Yan Man explained. “Maybe they hope that Cherry Smoothies will warm everyone’s entire winter, just like a white sweater.”
[Man, I really love your wit. If you don’t want to be an actress, why not write a book? Would you?]
The hostess guided the conversation: “We noticed that Teacher Ye is also wearing white today.”
“Mm,” Yan Man nodded. “His outfit should also be styled by the production team, right?”
“No,” Ye Lin said. “I chose it myself.”
Host: “Why did you choose this outfit then?”
Ye Lin glanced sideways, his peripheral vision catching Yan Man’s hands as she adjusted her sweater.
“Because she’s wearing white,” the man said meaningfully. “It’s a set.”
[A set? What set?]
[Ye Lin: It means if my wife wears white, I’m matching her.]
[Ye Lin: Since we’re doing this promotional event for our fans, why not give them some sugar? Whatever my wife wears, I wear too. I follow her lead, no matter what!!!]
“Oh—” The hostess looked enlightened, covering her mouth for half a second before looking up and saying, “Then let’s move on to our first segment—Crocodile Teeth!”
“The two of you open the drawer; there’s a small crocodile toy inside. Take it out and you can start playing.”
Yan Man opened the drawer and took out a small green gadget.
She had seen others play with this before—it was a crocodile with its mouth open, lined with about ten teeth. Each person presses one tooth at a time until someone hits the rigged tooth, causing the crocodile to snap shut suddenly.
There wasn’t much danger involved, but it was quite thrilling.
In every round, you never knew which tooth would be the “bomb.”
She was eager to try: “My turn first, my turn first.”
Unfortunately, her luck was terrible. After three rounds, the crocodile snapped shut every time she pressed the very first tooth.
Ye Lin didn’t even get a chance to touch it.
The staff burst into laughter. Yan Man, unwilling to accept defeat, pushed the crocodile toward him.
“I think they’re messing with me. Is someone controlling it? Every time I press, it snaps shut instantly?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Lin pressed the first tooth, and the crocodile remained still.
Yan Man: “...”
“You want to try another?” Yan Man refused to believe it. “Are they just targeting me?”
Ye Lin pressed another one, and nothing happened again.
Yan Man narrowed her eyes and pointed at the one he had skipped: “You press this one.”
He seemed to smile faintly. “Why don’t you try pressing it?”
Seeing him extend his hand toward her, Yan Man quickly dodged and said, “Just this one, press this one, hurry up.”
Ye Lin extended his index finger and pressed down as instructed—the crocodile still…didn’t bite.
This time, not only the live audience but also the chat exploded in laughter.
Yan Man had a mischievous thought: “Then press until only two are left. I don’t believe you’ll avoid them all.”
Ye Lin: “Only two left, and then you press?”
“Mm,” she nodded resolutely. “It’s impossible for you to avoid it entirely and for me to hit it every time, right?”
The man acted quickly—it took him less than ten seconds to press until only two teeth were left.
[Thank you, Yan Man. I’ve never seen Ye Lin so obedient in my life.]
[When others make requests: Who do you think you are? You dare to ask?]
[When his wife makes requests: Ye Lin: Yes, dear. Am I doing well enough, darling? Should I cuddle closer?]
Unaware of the chat, Yan Man was just like her current self.
The crocodile opened its mouth wide, as if mocking her ignorance of power.
Yan Man exclaimed in astonishment: “...”
She looked up: “Is this crocodile a fan of Ye Lin?”
[Hahahahaha, how could you even say such a thing?!]
The man raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. “Your turn.”
Yan Man took a deep breath and looked at him before making her move: “What do you think about this one?”
Ye Lin: “Give it a try.”
Her fingertip hovered over it, mentally preparing herself for a long while. But when she pressed down, she felt something catch for a moment—
The crocodile’s upper jaw came crashing down. Just before it closed completely, Ye Lin, seemingly anticipating it, reached out to block it with his hand.
The crocodile bit down on him, while Yan Man’s hand narrowly escaped.
[??!!]
[Ye Lin, damn you, stop exuding your irresistible charm!]
Yan Man successfully pulled her hand free but was still caught up in her own mysterious streak of bad luck.
“Is this seriously not a pet crocodile? Are you sure it’s not a fan of Ye Lin?” She asked the staff, “Or is this some kind of sabotage against me?”
The host laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone. Ye Lin also chuckled quietly, reopening the crocodile’s mouth.
“Shall we play again?”
She shook her head like a rattle drum: “Do I look like someone who wants to test my luck further?”
...
After the crocodile game ended, it was time for the second game.
Yes, another game.
This time it was a balancing game. She controlled the direction with her left hand on the keyboard and managed the tilt with her right hand.
This type of game wasn’t difficult, but she got distracted hearing people talk nearby. Her mouth couldn’t stay idle either, wanting to join in with a comment or two. Just as she opened her mouth, before any words came out, her character started tilting to the left.
Her words came out as: “Eh eh eh—”
Ye Lin stood behind her, originally answering questions. Hearing her voice, he glanced down and saw Yan Man frantically moving the mouse left and right, navigating through a turn while furiously tapping the keyboard, struggling to control the mouse.
He twitched his fingers, then withdrew them.
The chat was anxiously providing commentary:
[Ye Lin wants to step in]
[Ye Lin is hesitating]
[Ye Lin! Beautiful! A swift and decisive move has successfully saved Yan Man’s team from losing this round. Let’s give him a close-up.]
Yan Man’s mouse slipped off the mouse pad, and the character tilted sharply. Just as it was about to fall, the man placed his hand over hers and nudged it in the opposite direction.
The character finally returned to balance, and she focused intently on continuing to tap the keyboard.
Ye Lin watched for two seconds before withdrawing his hand.
[Folks, look at the top right corner—this man is smiling! Ahhhh, I’m melting!]
[Ye Lin: I touched my wife’s hand, hehe.]
This round ultimately ended in victory thanks to Yan Man’s efforts.
The host laughed and said: “If you win, as a reward, you can open the box on our left.”
The box on the left opened to reveal a row of necklaces.
Host: “Now it’s time for our photo session preparation. Please select a choker for Teacher Ye based on his size.”
[Based on Teacher Ye’s size?]
[Sorry, my mind went somewhere inappropriate. Let me go meditate in a corner.]
The accessories inside were varied, both in style and material.
Yan Man said: “Can’t we try them on?”
“No, we can’t.”
“What if it’s too small?”
The host pointed to the soft measuring tape next to her: “You can measure Teacher Ye’s neck circumference with this.”
[No wonder it’s an entertainment company!!! You guys are so clever!!!]
[This isn’t just sweeping the building—it’s sweeping my heart...]
Yan Man picked up the soft measuring tape and wrapped it around Ye Lin’s neck.
For some reason, the numbers on the tape were tiny, and the markings were blurry. To ensure accuracy, Yan Man leaned in closer to read them.
She tilted her head, and the man’s breath brushed against her ear.
Soon after, she grabbed a mask from the side and handed it to him.
Ye Lin looked down: “What?”
“Wear the mask,” she said. “Stop blowing on my ear.”
[...?????]
[?? Is this something I should be hearing in broad daylight???]
[I’m so excited, everyone!!!!]
Ye Lin paused for a moment, then put on the mask, knowing her original intention was about his breathing. However, following her words, he began to feel uneasy.
Her fingertips brushed against his neck. Because of the cold weather, her touch carried a slight chill from being exposed, touching and retreating, retreating and touching again, shifting between cold and warm.
He spoke hoarsely: “Are you done measuring?”
“Yes,” she read out the number and compared it on the board for a while. “They’re all too big. Forget it, don’t bother wearing it. Your white sweater wouldn’t suit this anyway.”
The chat immediately revealed the truth: [Do you really think this segment is about wearing necklaces? The real intention isn’t the necklace—it’s to let the two of you measure each other’s sizes, okay!!!]
Ye Lin took the soft measuring tape from her hand: “Shall I measure yours then?”
“No need,” she gave him a considerate smile. “I already know my measurements.”
“...”
[Yan Man’s wit—I hate it.]
The final segment was the photo session. The staff first showed them photos of other guests from previous events before slowly suggesting: “How about the two teachers forming a heart shape?”
In the past two years, actors engaging in playful interactions during promotional events had become incredibly common in the entertainment industry.
Yan Man didn’t resist it, but...
“Everyone forms hearts—it’s too ordinary, isn’t it?”
She blinked, somehow looking at Ye Lin: “Have you seen that meme?”
“Which one?”
“It’s a class photo where everyone is forming hearts with their partners, and there’s one guy who forms a heart with the girl next to him…” As she spoke, Yan Man said, “You form one first, and I’ll tell you what to do next.”
Immediately afterward, she placed a bold thumbs-up next to the man’s half-heart.
Ye Lin: “...”
The chat scrolled past a row of “Ha”s, laughing so hard they could barely hold their phones:
[In the past, it was always other female artists giving Ye Lin hearts, and he’d act indifferent. Now, with Yan Man, Ye Lin gives her a heart, and she gives him a thumbs-up.]
[#Yan Man, New Age Female Role Model#]
...
The livestream concluded amidst laughter. Yan Man stood up and bid farewell to the staff.
Outside, the crowd dispersed a little, and the throng finally thinned out.
Once her view cleared, Yan Man realized that next to the headquarters of this entertainment company was a branch of Yan Group Real Estate.
Surely she wouldn’t be unlucky enough to run into Yan Zong?
Thinking this, she found her own thoughts absurd. She looked up—only to meet Yan Zong’s gaze.
“...”
She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her and double-checked.
Yan Zong happened to walk past the back of her car, frequently glancing at her with an expression of hatred.
This thing looked almost human-like, nearly scaring her half to death.
Yan Man looked at him in confusion. Ye Lin also sensed something and turned to ask her: “Who is this—”
“Mm,” she said seriously. “He’s trying to ambush me.”
“...”
The two returned in separate cars. Yan Man lay in the back seat of her保姆车 (nanny van) and received a message from Yan Zong.
He first asked: [Why were you so close to my idol, talking to him?]
Yan Man replied reasonably: [It was your idol who came close to talk to me.]
Yan Zong: [?]
When she locked eyes with Yan Zong earlier, she knew this matter wasn’t over. Sure enough, after returning to the set and getting busy for a while, she opened her phone again to find another message from Yan Zong.
[Come out when you’re done.]
It was just wrapping up work, so she let Simon and the others leave first. She walked around the perimeter fence of the set and got into Yan Zong’s car.
Yan Man: “I already told you—it was Ye Lin who came so close to me.”
“...”
Yan Zong: “That’s not why I’m here.”
She asked, “Then why are you here?”
Yan Zong looked at her guarded expression and painfully said: “Can’t a brother come out of concern for his sister? We share blood ties, after all! I’m worried about how my sister is doing on set—whether she’s eating well, staying warm—”
Yan Man interrupted: “Let’s not talk about whether I believe you. Do you even believe what you’re saying?”
“...”
She continued: “I’m eating and dressing well, but after seeing you, I doubt I’ll be able to eat tomorrow morning.”
“What do you mean?” Yan Zong raised his voice but remembered he had a purpose and forced himself to change his tone. “Actually, it’s nothing major. I just want you to come home for dinner—”
He realized that laying it out flatly wouldn’t convince Yan Man, so he needed to find another approach.
Suddenly, Yan Zong remembered something.
“Right, when you ran away from home before, you took one of my supplementary cards, right?”
Yan Zong thought: First, let her feel indebted to me, then make my request—wouldn’t that increase my chances of success?
She thought about it and admitted: “Consider it a loan.”
That was her intention at the time, and besides, she had money now.
“Not bad,” Yan Zong said. “So—”
“I understand what you mean,” Yan Man glanced out the window and called for the moving car to stop. “I’ll get out here.”
Yan Zong: “What are you doing?”
She checked her hat and mask, then opened the car door, gesturing for Yan Zong to join her.
“Get out.”
...
Ten minutes later, a hot post from an anonymous netizen suddenly appeared on the forum:
[Still shipping Yan-Ye? Guys, Yan Man’s scandal just broke!!!]
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