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Seeing Ye Lin open his eyes, Bi Tan was a bit surprised.
“How did you...” Bi Tan suddenly realized, “Oh right, you like racing, don’t you? No wonder, I was wondering why you suddenly looked over there.”
The man calmly responded with an “Mm,” then leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes again.
Outside the vehicle, Yan Man was still chatting with others. Her pen moved lightly, and her face carried a smile.
Bi Tan: “Want to go down and take a look?”
Ye Lin: “No need.”
With that, he reached out to dim the ceiling light and said no more.
When the final round of quiz questions ended, Yan Man’s accuracy rate reached 95%.
Surprised, Feng Ting was even more delighted: “Sister, I think you could go on Answer Every Question . Let me recommend you to the show next time.”
Yan Man blinked: “Isn’t that kind of show only for people with some fame?”
Her tone was very straightforward, and in the world of fame, this kind of candid clarity was rare.
And even more endearing.
Feng Ting: “Once this drama is done, you’ll definitely be famous. It’s just that the crew has been strict lately, and the director hasn’t let you do any promotions yet.”
“That’s right,” someone nearby chimed in, “There are very few female stars in the industry with your kind of aura. Don’t worry, once you’re promoted, it’ll explode.”
Yan Man tilted her head slightly and smiled: “Then I’ll take your good words for it.”
The atmosphere heated up again when suddenly a voice exclaimed: “Holy sh*t!”
“What happened?”
“Did Double J officially announce their relationship?!?!”
Everyone gathered around.
“Huh? They really announced it?”
“This isn’t surprising. I heard from insiders that they’ve been together for real.”
“Ji Shiyuan! My husband Ji Shiyuan, wuuu wuuu wuuu.”
After listening for a while, Yan Man turned to Zhou Xuan: “What are they talking about?”
Zhou Xuan: “It’s about Ji Ning and Ji Shiyuan, the Double J couple. They appeared on a dating show before and were very popular. Today they officially announced their relationship—they’re really together.”
Zhou Xuan clasped her hands over her face, happier than if she were in love herself.
“Damn, my CP came true.”
Yan Man: “You ship them too?”
“Of course, I’m level 12 in their fan forum and have checked in consecutively for 288 days,” Zhou Xuan’s face radiated happiness as she quoted the famous line, “I can be single, but my CP must get married.”
Yan Man nodded and asked: “Will you be shipping me and Ye Lin like this too?”
Zhou Xuan: ?
Zhou Xuan skipped the topic and forwarded something: “Look, this is their official announcement post. It’s so romantic; I’m dying from the romance wuuu wuuu wuuu—”
Yan Man opened her phone.
It seemed the woman had participated in a Weibo topic, posting an old photo with the caption “My Eighteenth.”
The man posted a photo of the two of them together, the same background but with him included, captioned—
“My Future.”
Yan Man’s heart skipped two beats: “They really can, huh.”
Immediately after, Zhou Xuan saw her log onto Weibo, repost the announcement, and call out: [@Ye Lin, our announcement should follow this format.]
Zhou Xuan: “...Can you stop being delusional?”
“Give me some suppressants,” Yan Man rested her head on her hand and lightly flicked her eye corner, “Ye Lin is my medicine.”
“...Ye Lin can punch your head.”
“Thankfully this is your secondary account,” Zhou Xuan said, “If you dare use your main actor account to repost, you’re done for. Eighty million bells will storm your house.”
Bells, the name for Ye Lin’s fans.
Yan Man didn’t care.
“What’s wrong with using the actor account? When the time comes, I’ll even use my actor account to show affection with Ye Lin.”
Zhou Xuan stared at her for a long time: “...”
“Hopefully,” Zhou Xuan said, “If that day ever comes, I’ll kowtow three times to the dogs in the neighborhood.”
Yan Man exclaimed: “Then if we show affection twice, will you kowtow six times?”
“...”
Zhou Xuan scrolled her phone again and found even more explosive news: “Holy sh*t, Ye Lin is trending too?”
Yan Man: “What happened? Isn’t he on set?”
“Oh, it’s about the ‘Four Handsome Faces of Nei Yu’ that netizens voted for years ago. Including Ji Shiyuan, over the past two years, everyone has gradually announced their relationships or marriage news. Only Ye Lin is still single.”
“Netizens are just bored anyway. Last year they were saying, after hurrying Ji Shiyuan, it’s Ye Lin’s turn. I didn’t expect it to come so soon; now even the tag has been created.”
Sure enough, when Yan Man refreshed her homepage, she saw that trending topic—
#IsYeLinInLoveToday#
Yan Man: “Is this hinting at me?”
Zhou Xuan was confused: “What?”
Yan Man locked eyes with her for a long time, then snapped her fingers: “I understand what you mean.”
“You’re saying, my pursuit should be more intense.”
By the time Yan Man disappeared from sight at lightning speed, Zhou Xuan finally realized: “No, when did I mean that?!
“Yan Man, don’t use trending topics as an excuse to do whatever you want!”
...
At this moment, Yan Man was already heading towards Ye Lin’s direction.
Seeing cotton candy being sold by the roadside, she thought for a moment and bought one.
Night had fallen deep.
The sky was like a vast, pitch-black silk cloth. Looking up, the incandescent lights blurred into rivers of silver.
The crew was still bustling, but he sat quietly on the side, a lamp in front of him, his fingers curved, casting distinct shadows.
Yan Man approached and sat beside him, tearing off a piece of the cotton candy.
“Want some candy, Teacher Ye?”
He turned his head, ignoring her.
“No.”
Yan Man: “I can eat this whole cotton candy in one bite, do you believe me?”
This statement caught not only Bi Tan’s curiosity but also finally drew Ye Lin’s attention.
The man’s eyelids lifted slightly, as if wanting to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.
She handed the candy to him: “Hold it for me.”
Before Ye Lin could respond, she unilaterally shoved the stick into his hand and pulled off all the cotton candy.
The man vaguely had a bad premonition, his brow furrowing as he watched her pinch it into a small ball and stuff it into her mouth.
The sweet taste melted in her mouth, and Yan Man smiled, eyes half-closed: “Impressive, right?”
Ye Lin: “...”
Feeling it was a bit too sweet, she squatted in front of him and nudged his water bottle.
“I’m a bit thirsty.”
Ye Lin received her hint, picked up the water bottle, and put it away in his bag.
His refusal was decisive: “I’ve drunk from it.”
“It’s fine,” she appeared very generous, “I don’t mind.”
The man was concise.
“I mind.”
Yan Man was astonished: “You’ve even tasted my saliva, and you mind this?”
Under the dark night sky, the moment her words fell, Bi Tan’s laughter erupted.
“Hahahaha oh my god!” He suspected Yan Man came over just to say that, “Good! Well said! Teacher Yan is really humorous!”
Bi Tan laughed until he couldn’t stand straight, ready to clap when he saw the man’s expressionless face.
Ye Lin: “Very funny?”
Bi Tan tugged at the corner of his mouth and quickly retreated to the side.
“Not funny, not funny.”
Insects swirled under the light, and the crew gradually quieted down.
Ye Lin continued doing his own thing as if no one else was around, and Yan Man just watched him.
The man thought she had already left. Unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he met her gaze.
He parted his lips, hearing her say earnestly—
“I missed you.”
“....................................”
A flying insect slammed into the light tube and fainted, and Bi Tan sprayed the water he was drinking halfway.
Eerie, extreme, indescribable silence.
She belatedly blinked, her misty eyes carrying an unwittingly clumsy innocence.
“Ah, was that too sudden?”
“Not sudden.” Ye Lin said.
Her lips curled halfway as she listened to him continue—
“Just very fake.”
“...”
That night, after finally finishing the late-night shoot, Yan Man couldn’t rush into bed’s embrace.
She booked a small treadmill in her suite and exercised while gritting her teeth.
“Damn Ye Lin, just to perform eating candy for him, I have to run an extra hour tonight.”
Zhou Xuan happily lay sprawled on the bed like a salted fish: “So why are you still pursuing him? Stop chasing.”
Yan Man frequently tapped her fingers, increasing the intensity.
Her voice was panting: “Why not chase? Then I’d have no fun on set.”
Anyway, in reverse pursuit, the pursuer is God—they can chase whenever they want, and the chased can only passively accept—
What if she got tired of chasing one day and didn’t want to chase anymore?
“People chasing Ye Lin are asking for trouble, but you chasing Ye Lin is spicing up life.” Zhou Xuan commented, “Your level, ordinary people indeed can’t reach.”
“Right?” she said, “Enough to show how well-matched we are.”
The next day, Yan Man’s scenes were originally scheduled for the evening, but thinking of visiting Ye Lin, she arrived at the set in the afternoon.
However, upon arrival, she was informed that Ye Lin had already left.
“Teacher Ye had a live event,” the staff member said, “He left after finishing the morning shoot.”
Yan Man asked: “What event?”
“A racing one, at the Kellan Raceway on the Fifth Ring Road,” the person suddenly raised an eyebrow, “Why don’t you go check it out?”
Yan Man agreed: “You’re right.”
Half an hour later, she arrived at the racetrack.
The area was packed with fans, but luckily, Yan Man managed to find Bi Tan, who smuggled her inside.
Bi Tan found her a good spot, and Yan Man watched both the live stream and the scene in front of her.
Ye Lin in the distance wore a silver-white racing suit, accentuating his waistline and long legs even more provocatively, distant yet captivating.
The deafening roar was filled with fans shouting his name.
On the screen, the camera zoomed in as he adjusted his helmet, a glint of light flashing across his lowered eyes, slender fingers gripping his chin.
The barrage of comments was overwhelming, freezing the picture into static frames.
This was the top-tier popularity within the entertainment industry—even without speaking, the live stream could crash due to the sheer volume.
But even frozen, no matter how the frame was paused, this face remained flawlessly handsome.
Yan Man thought her taste was impeccable.
Soon the race began, and everything in front of her blurred. She could only hear the sound of engines roaring as cars whizzed past.
She had watched such races before, given that her three older brothers always competed to show off their coolness, but most of the time, she couldn’t muster any interest, let alone pay attention.
Finally, the race car crossed the finish line, and the announcer declared the first place belonged to Ye Lin.
She suddenly recalled that he had once said somewhere that if he was going to do something, he would be the best.
These words might sound arrogant coming from others, but from him, they carried a convincing charm.
Because wherever he was, the championship never belonged to anyone else.
The live stream changed servers, finally stopping the lag.
In the camera shot, the man yanked off his helmet, his knuckles clearly outlining veins, his features sharp, shoulders and back straight.
His forehead was sweaty, his eyes wet with desire.
Gods don’t need to speak. He tossed the helmet into the car, and the barrage comments went wild.
[OMG does a face like this really exist? I’m getting morning sickness just looking at it.]
[Husband!! Husband you have great stamina!! I’m so happy!!]
[? Sisters, cover up a little...]
[Can the barrage be civilized? What if our baby watches the replay later... Damn, this is too handsome, I can feel my DNA moving, who can resist this, Ye Lin please make a move!]
[How can one man embody both frigidity and sexual tension? You know he’s probably great in bed, but no one gets to experience it TAT]
Yan Man glanced at the barrage comments and, for some reason, suddenly felt a bit flushed.
As people started leaving sporadically, she watched Ye Lin enter the interview room and, inexplicably, stayed behind with him.
Half an hour later, Ye Lin finished his interview.
He had just retrieved his car when he received a call from Bi Tan.
Bi Tan: “Reporting, Boss Ye, according to your instructions, we all drove away. Please be careful riding the motorcycle and don’t bump into anything—”
Ye Lin didn’t bother with the chatter, straddling the motorcycle.
He knew this road well; there wouldn’t be any issues.
But just as he was about to put on his helmet, a pair of hands suddenly knocked on the visor from somewhere.
Yan Man smiled brightly: “What a coincidence, Teacher Ye.”
Ye Lin raised his eyes, looking at the unexpected visitor who appeared out of nowhere.
Clearly, this uninvited guest was quite interested in his rear seat.
Yan Man tilted her head: “Give me a ride?”
The man put on his helmet, made no reply, and drove off directly.
But the next second, Bi Tan’s voice came through the earpiece.
“You met Yan Man? You didn’t take her?? The Kellan area is jammed! How will she get back if you don’t take her? Tonight’s shoot will be ruined! There’s an interview scheduled for tonight, what to do?!”
Ye Lin: “Traffic jam?”
“Of course! Do you have any misconceptions about your popularity? It’s completely gridlocked; it’ll take three hours to get out!”
Bi Tan was frantic: “Dad, my good dad, please, for heaven’s sake, bring her back with you, otherwise your schedule will be messed up!”
...
Yan Man squinted as the motorcycle arrogantly passed in front of her. A minute later, it reversed emotionlessly and backed up to her.
Ye Lin lifted his visor, his deep voice commanding: “Get on.”
After exercising, his lip color was deeper, with a touch of moisture, exuding a mesmerizing danger.
His long legs propped up, thighs resting on the bike, his arms too long, leaving space in front.
Suddenly, Yan Man’s mind flashed with those barrage comments.
Her eyes flickered: “Where to?”
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