The moment Jiang Nan finished speaking, the entire livestream fell silent.
Apart from Shen Xingli, who still looked sleepy and languid, everyone was questioning their own ears.
[Well, damn! Well, damn! All I can say is, damn!]
[Ahhhhhhh, I knew it! Jiang Nan really likes Luo Hang!!!! He's jealous!!!!!!]
[The entertainment industry is full of fake people these days. It's been so long since I've seen such an interesting celebrity!!!!]
[I'm dying. Go look at Shen Anbai's face! This is the first time I've actually seen what novels mean when they say someone's "face darkened," hahahahaha.]
["We don't know each other that well," hahahahaha.]
These comments all came from ordinary viewers or fans who shipped Jiang Nan and Luo Hang.
Everyone was enjoying the show. Only Shen Anbai's fans lost it.
[Who do you think you are???]
[Our Baibai is being polite, unlike certain people who mistake rudeness for personality. What a joke. No matter how far the Chinese entertainment industry falls, professional ability still comes first.]
[My poor Baibai, sob sob sob. How can this guy be so rude???]
[Why keep an artist like this around instead of blacklisting him?]
[Boundless Dreamscape production team, well done. You actually invited Jiang Nan. You're deliberately picking a fight with us Bai fans, aren't you? (smile)]
[Our Baibai won't be appearing on this lousy show again. (waves)]
Although Shen Anbai's expression was a little strained, he had spent several years in the industry, after all. Even though he was angry, with viewers and fellow celebrities watching, he barely managed to suppress his temper and maintain his smile.
"I was indeed too presumptuous."
Seeing this, the host hurried to smooth things over. She drew another question. "This question is for our little sister Xueying."
Li Xueying's mouth had been hanging wide open. Only when her manager poked her did she immediately close it.
Hearing this, she quickly smiled and said, "It's actually for me? I'm a little nervous."
She was lively by nature, and after exchanging a few words with the host, she put the awkward incident behind them.
With the production team keeping things under control, the rest of the livestream rarely touched on relationships between the guests.
The host asked Jiang Nan, "How did you solve that competition problem?"
The young man wore a pair of large white over-ear headphones that pressed down his fluffy pink hair. Under the bedroom's yellowish lighting, he propped his chin on one hand, his white T-shirt making him look soft and gentle. Unfortunately, hardly anything normal came out of his mouth.
"With my right hand."
The host: "..."
The speechlessness on her face was far too obvious.
Jiang Nan raised his eyebrows and asked unhurriedly, "Or would you prefer to hear me say I did it with my feet?"
"Heh." Shen Xingli couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
His voice was naturally clear and bright. When acting, lowering it gave him a deep, resonant voice, while raising it a little made him sound lively. It suited a wide range of roles.
Perhaps because he was at home, he was very relaxed now. His low voice traveled over the internet, husky and sexy.
It utterly captivated the young female fans, who screamed wildly in the comments.
The corners of the host's mouth twitched. "That really won't be necessary."
The production team was very good at coasting, giving each person one question.
The host asked, "Hanghang, is your new song ready? What kind of song is it?"
Luo Hang seemed to be in his transport van, where the lighting was dim. Dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt, he said casually, "Preparations are almost done."
After a pause, he added, "It's a love song this time."
[Ahhhhh, you're finally willing to sing me a love song!]
[I've been saying all along that your voice would be god-tier for love songs!!!!!!]
[Grandma, the idol you stan is finally willing to sing a love song.]
[Tell us, which sweet little sister are you planning to sing it for? I suppose it's my fault for coming too late, so you never took me to heart, dear brother.]
[Daiyu! Say that on your main account.]
After making the rounds, they finally came back to Jiang Nan.
The host asked, "Teacher Jiang, is there anything you'd like to say to your new fans?"
Jiang Nan hesitated for a few seconds.
Zhu Xia was watching the livestream at home. She didn't think much of those few seconds of hesitation.
After all, this really was the simplest kind of question.
All he had to do was offer a few nice wishes.
Something like, stay by my side on this journey, keep going, thank you for your support, blah blah blah...
Instead, after a long silence, Jiang Nan looked earnestly at his phone screen and said, "If you have any money you aren't using, I can help you get rid of it."
The production team and the host: "..." Have you no shame?
The other guests: "..." You can actually say that?!
Zhu Xia was the most speechless of all. "..."
Fuck. I relaxed too soon.
That little brat Jiang Nan.
The livestream viewers were dumbfounded too, especially Jiang Nan's fans.
[Unfilial son!]
[Unfilial son!!]
[Unfilial son!!!!]
[Your dad isn't dead yet, and you're already trying to inherit my estate? You think that's happening?]
[I'm calling the police, everyone. Someone's coveting my money.]
[My poor money was innocent, only to catch the eye of a scoundrel like you.]
Half an hour later, the livestream finally ended, and the production team all breathed a sigh of relief.
Only Zhu Xia was fretting over #Jiang Nan wants money#, which had climbed to fifth on the trending list.
A topic like this was a little sensitive. One wrong word could turn it into Jiang Nan tricking fans into spending money, so while contacting her connections to deal with the trending topic, she also squeezed in time to scold Jiang Nan on WeChat.
The messages came one after another. Jiang Nan simply went to the living room to watch TV, tossing his phone aside.
Once Zhu Xia had finished scolding him, he would delete everything with one tap.
That way, none of it could hurt him at all.
He found a movie to watch.
He unconsciously recalled what Teacher Feng had said during his usual acting classes.
He tried to make sense of it, but as he watched, his eyelids could no longer bear the strain and fell shut.
Late at night, a black Cullinan, cloaked in midnight dew, slowly drove into Jinghe Garden.
It crossed the quiet river and finally stopped in the underground parking garage of Building Six.
After getting out, Fu Jingzhou motioned for the driver to head back first.
He took the elevator up to the first floor.
The living room lights were actually still on, the crystal chandelier shining brilliantly.
He frowned slightly and spotted a green shark slipper beside the sofa.
Wheeling himself over, he saw the young man asleep on the long sofa in a white T-shirt and black shorts. He was sound asleep, but his sleeping posture wasn't very good: one leg was curled up, while the other was nearly dangling onto the floor.
His black shorts were rumpled, revealing his fair, slender legs.
His legs really were beautifully shaped, long and straight, with a tiny black mole on his left knee.
Unaccountably, the sight of the young man stark naked when he had barged into the second-floor bedroom that day surfaced in Fu Jingzhou's mind.
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He bent down and gathered the young man into his arms.
Half asleep, Jiang Nan suddenly caught a scent.
It smelled like a snowy day.
Very fresh.
He liked it very much.