Luo Hang sniffed. "I didn't cry."
After a few seconds of pause, he added, "I've just figured it out."
Jiang Qingye: "What have you figured out?"
Luo Hang said against his will, "You're my sugar daddy, and I'm just your mistress, not in a romantic relationship, so I can't control how many people are around you."
Jiang Qingye was silent for two seconds, about to say something.
Luo Hang was afraid he wouldn't want to hear what he was about to say, so he quickly replied, "I didn't mean to interfere in your life, I just wanted to ask if you could please not leave me? I'll be good."
Luo Hang was always the one who was abandoned.
His parents left him, and in the year he came of age, his aunt also abandoned him.
He may seem to have the love of millions of fans, but his heart is forever a wasteland.
On the boundless desert, a single, lush green tree grows.
Without this tree, he couldn't imagine how sad he would have been.
Jiang Qingye remained silent for a full minute.
The two looked at each other.
Just a short while ago they were inseparable in bed, but now one of them sits silently in a chair, while the other has red eyes and a red nose.
Later, Jiang Qingye sighed and said, "Although I really don't want to admit it, this lunatic in front of me is indeed my younger brother, the kind who's on the same household registration."
Luo Hang paused, feeling as if he might have another chance. "Are you explaining this to me?"
Jiang Qingye pursed her lips. "You're overthinking it."
Luo Hang ignored those words; his mind would process the information he needed, and finally, with utmost sincerity, he asked, "Then, do you need me to keep you company tonight?"
Jiang Qingye didn't reply, but turned to look at the little pink-haired girl beside him. "You go first."
After the pink-haired girl left, Luo Hang remained in that position, motionless.
Jiang Qingye suddenly sighed softly and reached out to hook his arm around Luo Hang's waist.
Alpha's waist was surprisingly slender, Luo Hang, following his momentum, sat directly on his lap.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the man's eyelashes. His alluring eyes stared at him. "You don't get angry when I call you a jerk? Then what would make you angry?"
Luo Hang remained silent.
Actually, he was a little angry.
But this little bit of anger is insignificant compared to the person in front of her.
He refused to speak, and just as Jiang Qingye was about to say something, he caught sight of the red eyes in his arms and suddenly swallowed his words.
Jiang Qingye suddenly reached out and hugged Luo Hang, "Never mind, I'll hug you."
Luo Hang remained silent, nestled in the man's arms, his chin resting on his shoulder, where a faint scent of cedar could be smelled.
It was very bland, but he liked it very much.
Suddenly, Luo Hang pulled open Jiang Qingye's suit jacket and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing the man's delicate collarbone.
He remained silent, bit his collarbone, and then ground his teeth, the force quite strong.
Jiang Qingye wasn't angry; she even reached out and patted the back of his head.
When will you finally stand up for yourself?
Luo Hang: "As long as you're hard."
He's the one she secretly loves, how could he possibly be assertive?
He answered without hesitation.
It wasn't until he met Jiang Qingye's enigmatic gaze that he remembered what he had just said.
Luo Hang's face instantly turned red.
The red color was exceptionally pronounced, like a red persimmon buried in the snow.
More importantly, he was sitting on someone's lap.
Be more careful what you say next time.
A slightly casual voice landed overhead.
Luo Hang stiffened, nodded, and reluctantly said "Oh."
A few seconds later, he asked, "Do you need my help?"
Jiang Qingye remained silent.
Luo Hang had no choice but to straighten up, break free from his embrace, and look at him.
Jiang Qingye couldn't avoid his gaze. "Are you really planning to be my lover for life?"
Luo Hang paused for a moment, then said, "It probably won't last a lifetime."
Jiang Qingye raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Luo Hang said earnestly, "I won't be good-looking anymore when I get old."
Jiang Qingye chuckled briefly, then his lips tightened again two seconds later. "Can't you be a little more dignified?"
As he spoke, he poked Luo Hang's nose, as if he were poking a kitten's nose.
Luo Hang was a little unhappy, but he didn't show it.
He muttered, "I'm just a good-for-nothing."
-
Luo Hang is actually a very stubborn person.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qingye seemed unhappy again.
She gently touched his earlobe and said, "You should go back first. You just finished filming, so go back and rest. I still have work to do today."
Luo Hang was a little flustered, "But you haven't gone down yet."
Jiang Qingye: "I'll be down in a bit."
His expression wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either.
She was so gentle when she said she wanted to hug him, but now she's suddenly become cold.
Luo Hang didn't know why he had changed so quickly. He pursed his lips, and in the end, he obediently went back.
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When the agent received Luo Hang's call, he was traveling out of town, wearing sunglasses and enjoying the sunshine.
"Hey? My Hangbao, what's wrong?"
Luo Hang said, "He seems angry again."
"Who is it? President Little Jiang?" the agent asked casually.
Luo Hang gave a very soft "hmm".
The agent said, "An Alpha's heart is like a needle in a haystack; you can't catch it even if you try. Who cares if he's angry or not? As long as we get the resources, we get paid, and that's a very happy thing."
Luo Hang: "I don't want the money, I just want him."
The agent exclaimed, "You really are a hopeless romantic! I'm impressed by you more than anyone else!"
Luo Hang thought this was a compliment, so he hummed in agreement.
broker. "..."
Luo Hang briefly recounted what had just happened in the office, in a very dry and straightforward manner, repeating all the conversations.
The agent said, "Doesn't he think you're cheap? Just stand up for yourself and show him. Who knows, it might work wonders?"
Luo Hang looked a little confused. "But I can't bring myself to be angry with him."
Without hesitation, the agent replied, "Just imagine he has eight or ten mistresses on the side, and you'd probably be angry."
"No," Luo Hang said, "That kind of assumption makes me very uncomfortable."
broker. "..."
"I really gave you the wrong script before. I should have let you play a spineless, love-obsessed guy. You would have been playing yourself perfectly, and the audience would have praised your acting skills even more."
The agent said through gritted teeth.
This is clearly not a compliment.
Luo Hang didn't say anything, and finally hung up the phone silently.
After filming wrapped, he stayed home alone, repeatedly pondering why Jiang Qingye was angry. Unable to come up with a conclusion, he hugged the Noble Consort and slept soundly at home.
Luo Hang had been staying at home for almost two weeks when his agent called him to attend an auction gala.