The rooftop office of the Jiang Group.
A "Do Not Disturb" sign hung on the door. The office lights were off, and the blinds were tightly closed, concealing the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
Luo Hang lay face down on the pillow, biting his index finger knuckle hard, without saying a word.
Jiang Qingye nibbled on his earlobe, her breath hot and her voice hoarse, "Are we still breaking up?"
Luo Hang loosened his index finger, paused for a moment, and then said, "Break up."
Although the voice was low, it was unusually stubborn, like a small animal that, despite being restrained, remained incredibly proud.
The tenderness on Jiang Qingye's face vanished in an instant; his eyes darkened, and he pressed his large hand against Luo Hang's neck.
Luo Hang's neck was slender and long, with fair skin, and was now covered with bluish-purple hickeys.
When Jiang Qingye's large hand gripped it, it was with unusual eroticism; his thumb and forefinger pressed against a protruding cervical vertebra on Luo Hang's back, as if to say, "You're courting death."
The next second, Luo Hang almost couldn't catch his breath.
He couldn't take it anymore; he squinted, pressed his forehead hard against the pillow, and his whole body flushed a beautiful pink.
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When his phone rang, Luo Hang felt like he'd been granted a pardon. "Your phone is ringing."
Jiang Qingye lowered her head and stopped him from getting up, then bit his lip and mumbled, "It doesn't matter."
Luo Hang was immediately filled with despair. He took a deep breath, weakly grabbed the corner of the pillow, and said, "I was wrong, I won't break up, I won't break up."
Jiang Qingye stopped kissing, his large hand cupping Luo Hang's chin like he was cuddling a cat. "Really?"
Luo Hang nodded quickly; "Really."
He really has no strength left.
If it happened again, he really would die.
Jiang Qingye then released his grip with satisfaction and picked up the phone from the ground.
"Hello? Mom, is something the matter?"
Mother Jiang seemed a little angry. "I've called you three times already."
Jiang Qingye coughed. "Something came up just now."
Mother Jiang didn't pursue the matter further, after all, her son was grown up and she couldn't control him anymore.
Moreover, there is something extremely urgent right now.
"Go quickly and see, your brother is being bullied."
Jiang Qingye was taken aback. "You really didn't go and bully others like that brat Jiang Nan?"
Mother Jiang: "How can you talk like that? Do you think Nannan is the kind of person who would bully others?"
"It's not just a little bit similar," Jiang Qingye said quipped.
Luo Hang slowly got up, rolled his eyes at Jiang Qingye, pulled a bath towel from the closet, and went to the bathroom next door.
"I'm not joking with you," Mother Jiang said. "A kid went on that show with Nannan Zhouzhou and said he was the real Jiang Family child, my own son. How could I not recognize him?"
Jiang Qingye has been dumped again these past two days. He's so annoyed that he can't even hug his wife at night anymore. He's completely forgotten about Shen Anbai, who's not important to him.
It was only after being reminded by Mother Jiang that I realized this problem hadn't been solved yet.
He said in a deep voice, "I understand, I'll take care of it."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qingye sighed. He really couldn't understand what he had done wrong in his past life to abandon his time with his wife and go deal with some inexplicable things.
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"Actually, I am the true child of the Jiang Family. Jiang Nan is just a thief who stole my life."
When Shen Anbai uttered those words in the live stream, the chat was flooded with question marks and exclamation marks.
Does he even know what he's saying?
[Wow, this is the first time a drama of a real and fake young master has been staged on a Chinese variety show. Luckily it's the weekend, otherwise students would be regretting it for life.]
[Waaaaah, I believe Baibai, Baibai! I've finally seen you again! Promise me you won't leave without saying goodbye next time, okay?]
[My heart aches for Baibai. He was clearly the pride of a wealthy family, but now a thief has stolen his life.]
[ Jiang Nan, please return the life that rightfully belongs to Shen Anbai.]
[ Jiang Nan, please return the life that rightfully belongs to Shen Anbai.]
[ Jiang Nan, please return the life that rightfully belongs to Shen Anbai.]
After a major purge of Shen Anbai's fans, the remaining fans are highly active and die-hard fans who only believe what their idol says.
The chat was immediately flooded with that sentence.
When passersby clicked in, it was quite a sight.
Shen Anbai's fans collectively petition#
Shen Anbai and Jiang Nan: The Real and Fake Young Masters#
#The ratings for " After the Honeymoon Phase " are booming#
#Please let Jiang Nan return the life that originally belonged to Shen Anbai #
These terms all surged to the top of the trending searches, and this scandal involving the real and fake young masters has become the talk of the internet.
After all, Shen Anbai and Jiang Nan already had a certain level of popularity, and in addition, both Jiang Group's Peach TV and Fu Group were influential large corporations.
Major public platforms have launched polls; vote to see who the real young master is.
Various marketing accounts have contributed their own conspiracy theories.
For example, Jiang Nan is the real young master, while Shen Anbai is just trying to ride the wave of popularity by taking an unconventional approach.
For example, Shen Anbai was the real young master; his originally proud and dazzling life was stolen by Jiang Nan. The marriage between the Fu Group and the Jiang Group turned into a joke.
Comparing the two results, the one that Shen Anbai is the real young master is more dramatic and sensational.
Marketing accounts generally enjoy stirring up trouble, so opinions supporting Shen Anbai prevailed.
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After Shen Anbai finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
In the utter silence, the landline phone in the receptionist's hand slammed onto the table with a "bang."
Fu Jingzhou snapped out of his daze. "Have you been to the hospital?"
Shen Anbai asked incredulously, "You don't believe what I'm saying?"
Jiang Nan stood quietly to one side, not saying a word for a long time.
Because he didn't know what to say.
He used to find the drama of the real and fake young masters very amusing, but now that it has happened to him, he realizes it's really embarrassing.
Shen Anbai's chest heaved violently a few times as he said, " Jiang Qingye knows everything. He also saw my little gold lock."
As he spoke, he took out his phone from his pocket, opened his photo album, and found the picture of the little gold lock he had taken before.
He deliberately raised his hand and carefully checked it against the camera.
"This is the evidence."
He stood tall and proud, his face filled with self-satisfaction and self-assurance.
"So what?" Fu Jingzhou said after a moment of silence, "Whether Jiang Nan is a child of the Jiang Family or not is not important to me. What matters is him."
After saying that, he looked at Shen Anbai, a faint smile appearing on his lips, "If the marriage partner were really you, I would never agree to it."
This statement is utterly heartless.
He showed Shen Anbai absolutely no mercy.
In that instant, Shen Anbai's entire face turned red.