After being emperor for only three minutes, Ye Shanshan received a reply from Gong Yue, quickly abdicating. He enthusiastically typed away, “Your Majesty, please take care of yourself, eat well, and rest. I wish I were a giant so I could cross oceans to see you.”
Feeling that wasn’t expressive enough, Ye Shanshan added, “Your Majesty, both the world and I belong to you.” Completely tossing aside his previous grandiose statements.
After sending it, he glanced down at his legs, sighed deeply—alas, his legs were so short!
Director Zhang didn’t even want to ask why he sighed, fearing a backlash. He continued contemplating the casting for “Mountains and Rivers Remain,” when Xiang Junyang spoke up again.
“Does Shanshan have a hobby of collecting?” Xiang Junyang originally thought the rumors about Ye Shanshan’s deep background were just hype from fans and the internet, so he wanted to put him in his place. But now, seeing a third-tier minor celebrity without any roles or endorsements spending so lavishly, regardless of the circumstances, it was worth getting acquainted, so his tone became much friendlier.
Not particularly interested in talking to him, Ye Shanshan casually nodded while munching on fruit, exuding a cold and aloof aura. This intimidation factor of imitating their home big boss rose rapidly, quite intimidating and effective—Xiang Junyang’s smile froze, he lifted his wine glass to disguise the embarrassment and took a sip, saying nothing more.
Ye Shanshan blossomed in a poker-faced expression—indeed, the intimidating aura of the aloof big boss was quite effective!
Others at the same table were amused by Xiang Junyang’s predicament. After all, Wei Ying had apologized on Weibo and still dared not delete it, serving as a reminder to many.
—With a background so deep that it could directly overshadow Wei Ying, it was better to avoid Ye Shanshan. Moreover, it appeared that Ye Shanshan had no intentions of seeking fame or profit, posing no threat to them.
Therefore, when several people participating in the advertising shoot were interviewed together in the rest area, they appeared relaxed and harmonious.
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As soon as the evening party ended, the internet exploded.
Due to this red carpet event, countless viewers turned into fans of Ye Shanshan overnight. His followers on Weibo skyrocketed, and his name kept appearing everywhere. At the same time, fans of other stars were unhappy that Ye Shanshan stole their idol’s limelight, and thus a fierce battle ensued.
However, upon closer inspection, Ye Shanshan didn’t have many scandals. Mainly because of low exposure and a team lacking in publicity, the usual methods of attacking other celebrities didn’t work on him.
Critics tried to find fault but were quickly shut down.
A fashion magazine editor, known for their sharp tongue, analyzed Ye Shanshan’s outfit on the red carpet, surprising everyone. Apart from the London bespoke suit and limited-edition cufflinks from a luxury brand, there was nothing to criticize about Ye Shanshan’s taste—from his tie to his watch and hairstyle, everything was impeccable.
Many celebrities spend vast sums to enhance their image, but not everyone can afford or qualify to wear London AS haute couture.
This caused quite a stir.
Upon publication, Ye Shanshan’s fans flooded the comments, expressing disbelief.
—”This Shanshan must be a fake! Doesn’t my Lord Ye’s aesthetic include fluorescent green jackets? Or maybe rough originals?”
—”There’s also a bright blue rainbow-colored little yellow duck mask! Therefore, I am sure that this time, my Shanshan must have been advised by a mastermind, otherwise the red carpet would definitely have been a blast. For example, wearing a bright yellow jacket with a pair of emerald green pants, and just happily going like this! What to do, the image is too beautiful, I just can’t imagine it, even though my Shanshan’s looks crush, it’s still dazzling!”
—”After listening to you guys, I suddenly feel so grateful to the big shots behind me. But after reading this article seriously, can I say the only thing I think of is the ‘brother’ or ‘Your Majesty’ who lives in the shadow of live broadcast? Tell me I’m not alone! Hug and hold back!”
—”I also thought about it, after all, Watermelon Entertainment doesn’t have such a big budget, to get AS customized, touching the chin!”
The thread quickly went off topic, with Ye Shanshan’s fans proudly defending their idol’s appearance, showing off with pictures—red carpet photos, piano-playing photos, daily selfies, and the master of the red clothes—exuding a domineering aura of “crushing you with looks.”
However, the only thing that couldn’t be refuted was “not many works.” But fans expressed that encountering such a straightforward statement might cause them to switch to idols in agricultural channels, technology channels, or classical music channels. As long as he’s still active in the entertainment industry, we’re already satisfied.
After finishing the criticism, they returned to Ye Shanshan’s Weibo to shower him with daily declarations of affection: “Ah ah ah, Master Ye looks so handsome!” “Ah ah ah, my Shanshan is stunningly beautiful!”
Sitting in the car on the way home, Ye Shanshan scrolled through Weibo on his phone and found his feed full of “ah ah ah.” So he quickly posted another update:
“Have you ever thought about how the ‘A’ key feels? Pressed all the time, it gets tired too.”
Immediately, the comments under this post turned into: “Hahaha, Master Ye looks so handsome!” “Hehehe, the red carpet was so beautiful!” “Jiji, I’m a hardcore fan of Shanshan!”
Ye Shanshan: “…”
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In the early hours of December 1st, the wind was cold, and on the tarmac, Gong Yue’s private jet had already landed.
The gangway lowered, and Gong Yue, accompanied by Chris and Qin Xuan, stepped out of the cabin.
He wore a dark metal-buttoned cashmere overcoat, revealing a three-piece suit vest and silk shirt underneath. Black leather gloves blocked the night’s chill, and his hard-soled boots made rhythmic steps on the stairs.
Seeing Hawk, the steward, waiting by the car door and nodding respectfully to him, Gong Yue halted and returned the gesture, asking, “Has Shanshan gone to sleep?”
“Young Master Ye has already gone to bed. This morning, he was driven to Director Zhang’s studio and returned home around 10 PM. Shortly after coming back, he rested.”
“Mm.” Gong Yue settled into the back seat of the car, his expression finally showing a hint of weariness. “Is Shanshan doing okay these days?”
“Young Master Ye is fine except for having some difficulty sleeping. Every time he eats at home, he always mentions you.” He glanced at Gong Yue and continued, “Young Master, why don’t you rest for a while? Assistant Qin said you haven’t closed your eyes for nearly forty hours.”
Noticing Gong Yue staring out at the night through the window without responding, Hawk added naturally, “Young Master Ye always reminds you to take care and rest. If he knew you hadn’t slept for so long, he would be very worried.”
Gong Yue glanced at him, seeming to recall something, softened his gaze, raised his hand to pinch his brow, and closed his eyes.
When the three cars stopped at the gate, it was already past three in the morning.
Inside, Gong Yue took off his coat, bid goodnight to Hawk, and quietly ascended the stairs, his steps quickening.
Standing at the bedroom door, his hand rested on the chilly door handle, hesitating for a moment. He took a deep breath, then pushed the door open.
Inside the bedroom, a dim night light still glowed softly. The space was very quiet, with Ye Shanshan’s breathing light but flowing into his ears like a torrent, quickly dispelling the chill that had covered him.
Standing in the darkness for a while, Gong Yue went to the bathroom. When he returned, his whole body was enveloped in a warm mist.
Standing at the head of the bed, in the dim light, he carefully pulled out the pillow Ye Shanshan was holding. Gong Yue realized Ye Shanshan was wearing his pajamas. In that moment, something spread through every fiber of his being.
As Gong Yue noticed the pillow being taken away, Ye Shanshan subconsciously reached out and grabbed it. Gong Yue quickly extended his hand and was soon grabbed by Ye Shanshan, who then curled up and fell asleep in his arms.
Gong Yue lay down on the bed, and as if by instinct, Ye Shanshan suddenly turned to his side. Muttering something indistinctly, he deftly tucked himself into Gong Yue’s embrace, holding onto him like an octopus.
Hesitating, Gong Yue kissed Ye Shanshan’s hair in that position and quietly said, “I’m home, Shanshan.”
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When Ye Shanshan woke up, he felt like he might still be dreaming, especially since he had dreamed for the past few nights that Gong Yue was holding him while he slept.
So when he opened his eyes and saw the firm chest in front of him, and felt an arm around his waist, Ye Shanshan was ready to close his eyes again and go back to sleep.
—Reality and dreams were a bit unclear, probably because he hadn’t fully woken up.
But when he distinctly heard Gong Yue’s heartbeat, Ye Shanshan suddenly realized—Gong Yue was back?
Really back!
He bit his lip to suppress the almost-coming-out voice, and carefully lifted his head in Gong Yue’s arms. He noticed distinct dark circles under Gong Yue’s eyes; it seemed he hadn’t rested properly for quite some time, and his complexion wasn’t great, indicating that this trip hadn’t been easy.
Ye Shanshan guessed that due to the upcoming expiration of the ownership term of the southern mines, there had been fierce competition, and Gong Yue’s schedule after returning must have been very tight. He wondered how long it had been since Gong Yue last slept.
Staring at Gong Yue’s face, Ye Shanshan silently calculated how long it had been since he last saw the Great Demon King—five days, one hundred and twenty hours.
But he was finally back.
Contentedly resting his head against Gong Yue’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, Ye Shanshan fell asleep again.
Several hours later, when Ye Shanshan, who had fully woken up, found that Gong Yue was still sleeping deeply, he carefully wriggled out of his arms and got out of bed. He then went to the wardrobe to change his clothes.
Buttoning up his shirt, Ye Shanshan casually noticed a carry-on bag of Gong Yue’s placed near the sofa, its zipper slightly open with two beautifully packaged bottles peeking out, labeled in German.
Curious, Ye Shanshan reached out and took both bottles out, realizing they were still sealed. He carefully examined them, “Peach flavor, cranberry flavor… lubricant?”
“What is this?”
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