He didn't even stop to put on his shoes. Just as he was about to scramble away, the voice suddenly became clear.
"Sis, someone's bullying me. You have to stand up for me."
It was Ning Tingyu's voice, but it sounded very different from the way he usually spoke. He was pitching it high, as if acting coquettish.
Wen Feiran froze on the spot. The cookie in his mouth caught in his throat, nearly choking him.
Why was Ning Tingyu calling his sister at this hour... Though he found it strange, he didn't think much of it. He hurriedly took a sip of water and finally managed to swallow the cookie.
Wen Feiran didn't know where Ning Tingyu was, but when he looked up, he saw a camera that was still running turn to face the end of the hallway.
The cameras recorded their every move, and the variety show was livestreamed from start to finish. Every guest taking part knew that, so apparently Ning Tingyu didn't mind letting everyone hear him.
When Ning Tingyu's voice rang out again, his tone and voice had changed. "Sister Gu, I miss you a little."
"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me. I'll take good care of myself."
Wen Feiran: So many family members. (Munch, munch, munch.) Looks like Ning Tingyu has two sisters. (Munch, munch, munch.) But why does he act like a different person with each of them? (Munch, munch, munch.)
The voice continued on and off, and at some point Ning Tingyu's voice changed again. "Sis, you're the one I want. I'll make you fall in love with me!"
Wen Feiran: He's turned into a domineering
CEO
now. (Munch, munch, munch.) That's a little strange. (Munch, munch, munch.) Is that something you can say to your own sister?
Wen Feiran's eyes had been half-lidded, but when a thought flashed through his mind, they flew wide open, and he stared fixedly at the camera ahead.
Just how many sisters does Ning Tingyu have?!
It sounds like he's flirting, and with both of them at the same time? Is this something he can do out in the open?!
Wen Feiran was stunned by how messy the relationship was, and his brain shut down. A full half minute passed before his lashes fluttered and he came to a sudden realization.
I get it. This must be a script. This kind of thing is pretty common in the entertainment industry. I don't understand it, but I respect it.
Wen Feiran glanced at the camera in front of him again, lowered his head, and stuffed cookies into his mouth.
At the end of the hallway, Ning Tingyu put away his phone and walked forward with a light step.
It was through his own efforts that he had won over these sisters. They each worked in different fields: some could give him resources and introduce him to contacts, some could back him up, and some could boost his numbers. He had carefully chosen every one of them and had given up a great deal for this. He deserved it all.
Ning Tingyu's heart surged. In the darkness of the night, he seemed to see his own brilliant path to stardom, and he nearly laughed out loud.
But just as his lips curled into a wicked smile, he met a pair of bright eyes in the darkness.
Wen Feiran was crouching in front of the dining table, his cheeks stuffed full like a little hamster's as he chewed nonstop, a clear, innocent stupidity in his eyes.
*...???!!!*
"Wh-wh-wh-what are you doing here?!" Ning Tingyu was so flustered he nearly bit his tongue.
"I was hungry," Wen Feiran said indistinctly.
He figured Ning Tingyu didn't mind being caught on camera and having everyone find out about it, so there was nothing wrong with him hearing it while he ate.
Ning Tingyu's reaction was the exact opposite. He broke out in a sweat, and his voice trembled. "Did you hear everything?"
Wen Feiran thought for a moment, then honestly shook his head. "I don't know."
The answer made his heart sink to the bottom. Ning Tingyu glared at Wen Feiran with eyes blazing and pointed a finger at his nose. "I'm warning you, watch your mouth. If you let anything slip, I'll make sure you die a miserable death!"
Forced to lean back, Wen Feiran blinked in confusion.
This script is pretty thorough, and Ning Tingyu's acting is very realistic. But what exactly is he hoping to get out of a script like this?
Wen Feiran felt that his blockhead of a brain wasn't suited to the entertainment industry. He gave a small nod. "I understand. I'll play along."
Wen Feiran's attitude pleased him, but his words were thought-provoking. Ning Tingyu frowned deeply and stared at Wen Feiran searchingly for a minute. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a faint sound in the quiet night.
Ning Tingyu was already terrified, and now he was even more like a startled rabbit. He spun around and found himself staring into a pitch-black camera lens.
To get a more complete and clearer shot, the camera had not only turned around but also moved closer.
"Th-th-th-this, when?!" The color drained from Ning Tingyu's face, and his lips trembled. A big, burly man like him looked as fragile as a sheet of paper. Failing to catch hold of the table beside him, he staggered and fell into a chair.
Wen Feiran was still focused on eating and was startled by the noise Ning Tingyu made.
Wow, how much must it have hurt to land on his butt like that?!
He admired Ning Tingyu's dedication and picked up the milk beside him, taking a huge gulp.
Whew, I'm finally full.
He wanted to go back and rest. Wen Feiran was just about to politely ask whether his part was over when he saw the terrible state Ning Tingyu was in. He looked like he needed emergency treatment.
...Can someone's acting really be that good?
Wen Feiran was utterly puzzled. He looked up and met the pitch-black lens, and the blockage in his train of thought finally cleared.
Wait, this isn't a script Ning Tingyu came up with!!
Someone really could be stupid enough to call his sisters while being livestreamed the whole time!!
Chapter 8: Eighteen-Linked Slaps?!!
There was still more dirt to dig up on the scumbag Duan Haoran, and the onlookers hadn't even finished making sense of it when Ning Tingyu suddenly popped up.
Even though it was three in the morning, the topic quickly shot to the top of the trending searches.
[Hasn't Ning Tingyu always had the pure-hearted idol persona? He even blushes and avoids girls when he sees them, but in private he has several sisters. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's explosive!]
[He even switched personas during the calls. First he was a cute little puppy, then a cold big wolf dog. I thought that was the limit, but when the domineering CEO lines came out, I really couldn't hold it in. I burst out laughing.]
[I suspect he tailored each persona to a different rich sister. This kid really works hard; he doesn't want to take a single detour!]