Luo Hang took a sip of water before asking, "Why are you here?"
Jiang Qingye raised an eyebrow, leaned lazily against the vanity, lowered her head slightly, and stared intently at Luo Hang with her peach blossom eyes. "I thought you knew."
Luo Hang pursed his lips. "What do you know?"
Jiang Qingye: "Don't play dumb."
He spoke calmly, his handsome features appearing exceptionally striking under the light.
Luo Hang let out a sigh of relief.
Being a global ambassador for HOP is a highly sought-after position, with many top female and male celebrities vying for the opportunity.
Although Luo Hang has a large fan base and high online traffic, he doesn't have any truly outstanding representative works. While he has a few well-known stage performances and songs, he's simply not up to par with the award-winning actors, actresses, and popular young stars who have numerous big-name endorsements.
But this opportunity came knocking on our door, and the person was unusually easy to talk to.
I wouldn't consider anyone other than Jiang Qingye.
Luo Hang pursed his lips, suddenly remembering what his manager had said last time.
"You can even fall in love through sleeping together? You two slept together, isn't that taking you one step closer to love?"
Luo Hang thought for a moment and then hummed in agreement.
Jiang Qingye's lips curved slightly.
He said, "Money really is a good thing."
The advertisement shoot went smoothly, and afterwards, the assistant happily got into the car with the latest model phone.
Luo Hang greeted his agent and then got into the expensive-looking car.
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On the way, Luo Hang couldn't help but frequently turn his head to the side.
Back in school, it was as if Jiang Qingye had bought a house on the throne of being number one in the grade, and he was always posted on the awards list.
His hair was shorter back then, and his features were more refined and youthful, unlike his current dissolute and uncouth appearance.
Luo Hang used to see him sometimes at a bubble tea shop, where he and a few friends were waiting for their bubble tea, and sometimes on the playground, where the boy had just finished playing basketball, his eyes were moist, he wore a black sweat-absorbing wristband, and he was carrying a bottle of ice-cold mineral water in one hand as he passed by him.
More often than not, he would be the one giving the speech on the podium, and Luo Hang would never skip class on the day he gave the speech.
He would go to the classroom early in the morning, then line up with the class, squinting at the people on the podium under the scorching sun.
He has to crane his neck to see it, and he has to wear glasses and squint to see it clearly.
This was the first time he had seen Jiang Qingye like this.
His wrists rested on the steering wheel, his black shirt accentuated his straight shoulders and prominent Adam's apple; his posture was casual, yet exuded a strong sense of masculinity.
Luo Hang silently looked away again.
I didn't see the slight upturn of someone's lips.
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The sports car finally stopped in front of a villa, a three-story house with a lush garden in front.
Luo Hang paused for a moment, then followed Jiang Qingye out of the car.
Upon entering, Jiang Qingye placed a new pair of men's slippers in front of Luo Hang.
Luo Hang pursed his lips, a little awkwardly saying, "I haven't showered yet."
Jiang Qingye was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "It's just dinner, what does that have to do with taking a bath?"
Luo Hang paused for a second, then said awkwardly, "Oh."
Noticing his awkwardness, Jiang Qingye, completely unaware of the principle of knowing when to stop, leaned closer and whispered, "But you can kiss me now."
This kiss was slightly gentler than the one in the dressing room.
At least Luo Hang didn't feel any pain.
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After the kiss, Luo Hang whispered, "I can't cook."
Jiang Qingye raised an eyebrow. "Nobody asked you to cook."
Luo Hang looked around; there were only the two of them in the house. He thought for a moment and asked, "Are you ordering takeout?"
Jiang Qingye said as she went into the kitchen, "I'll cook."
Luo Hang squatted in place, somewhat hesitant.
Is this considered being kept by a sugar daddy/sugar baby?
There's no reason for a sugar daddy to cook and clean for his mistress.
Half an hour later, Luo Hang stared at the four dishes and soup on the table, which looked excellent, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Did you really make this?"
"What else?" Jiang Qingye pulled out a tissue to wipe the water from his hands. "Eat."
The taste was good too; for a moment, Luo Hang couldn't tell if he was dreaming or in reality.
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Their sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship lasted until the end of the year. During this period, Luo Hang received many endorsements from big brands, and his value skyrocketed.
The agent and assistant are always smiling so much.
The agent always says, "I feel like President Jiang treats you pretty well; you two might even develop a real-life romance."
Luo Hang didn't take those words to heart.
Although Jiang Qingye treated him very well, genuinely very well, Luo Hang always silently reminded himself that it was just an illusion.
Seeing a mirage in the desert might bring happiness, but it's ultimately an illusion.
Luo Hang knew very well that once the mirage disappeared, it would be the moment he was condemned to eternal damnation.
He was prepared, but he never imagined that day would come so soon.
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Jiang Qingye would visit him about three to four days a week, but when he was busy, it would only be two or three days a week.
One week, he didn't come at all.
Luo Hang acted as if nothing had happened, quietly filming and eating.
Only at night would he sleep with the shirt that Jiang Qingye had left with him and forgotten to take.
The cedar scent on the shirt has faded considerably; you can barely smell it unless you sniff carefully.
Luo Hang's glands have already adapted to Jiang Qingye's pheromones. At first, his glands would feel pain from contact with other Alpha pheromones, but after so much close contact, his glands have long since adapted.
On the eighth day, Luo Hang couldn't sleep all night.
The glands at the back of my neck are a little sore.
The cedar smell on the shirt is completely gone.
He pursed his lips, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and sent a message to someone on WeChat who had no contact name.
Luo Hang: [Will you come tomorrow?]
He waited for a long time, but received no reply.
The next morning, Luo Hang woke up at nine o'clock. He only had one scene to film that day, at four o'clock in the afternoon, so he had plenty of time.
There was still no reply to that message.
Sometimes, not replying to a message is itself a form of response.
It represents rejection and denial.
Luo Hang felt it was time for him to mature.
However, on the third day after filming wrapped, he flew directly back to the capital and came to his door.
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When Jiang Qingye was busy with work, Luo Hang had visited his company many times, so the receptionist recognized him and assumed he had entered the president's elevator.
When Luo Hang went in, Jiang Qingye was still looking at documents.
He seemed to have lost some weight in the few days I hadn't seen him. He held a pen in his hand, frowning as he read the documents.
Luo Hang remained silent for a moment.
Hearing the door open, Jiang Qingye asked without looking up, "You still know how to come back?"
That tone was really unusual.
It carried a familiarity and doting affection that he himself was unaware of.
Luo Hang stopped breathing.
He didn't know what to say for a moment, stood there stunned for a second, and then took a step forward.