Top stars are just that indiscriminate

As Jiang Songhe tied his tie, he came out of the fitting room. The aftereffects of the "Silent Night" drink were kicking in, making his fingers less nimble. The makeup on his face and body was covering his pores, making him feel irritable and prone to overthinking.

He tied and untied the Windsor knot repeatedly, finding it unsightly no matter what. He held his breath, lowered his eyes, and used his mental power to stabilize his hands, moving forward in a straight line, occasionally bumping into the wall. The numbness and pain in his elbows did not affect his almost manic focus.

Suddenly, a thick, irregular giggle came rapidly approaching from directly in front of Jiang Songhe's head. Before Jiang Songhe could even look up, he was struck hard in the chest, and his half-tied tie and wet hair fell down together.

"Tsk." Jiang Songhe was about to get angry when she suddenly remembered that she hadn't been watching where she was going. She loosened her grip on the thin back of her chest, arched her palm, and used the tips of her five fingers, which had a smaller contact area, to push the person away.

"It's you, hehe." The silver-haired man turned his head, revealing a smiling face with flushed cheeks. "Why aren't you watching where you're going?"

From her thin, parting lips, she exhaled the sweet, distinctive scent of champagne, which washed over Jiang Songhe's face. Jiang Songhe felt a throbbing in her temples, a surge of anger rising within her, and she pushed Jonathan away from her embrace completely.

This push directly benefited the person behind Jonathan. The green-eyed bullfrog caught him squarely around the waist, its webbed feet playfully rubbing against the fabric of Jonathan's clothes on his side.

Jiang Songhe could clearly feel the smell of alcohol in his mouth, seeping out from the roots of his hair. He yanked off his haphazardly tied tie, gripped it tightly in his hand to suppress his violent tendencies, and asked with a raised eyebrow, "You've been drinking?"

Jonathan laughed as if he had heard something funny. He detached himself from the green-eyed bullfrog's forelimbs, crossed his arms, brought his nose close, and sniffed at Jiang Songhe's chin. Then he straightened up and said flippantly, "Only the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps, Mr. Jiang?"

Staff members from Show were constantly moving things in and out of the corridor. Because they were busy cleaning up the mess, they didn't dare to stop for a moment when they saw Jonathan. They didn't have time to say or look at him, so they could only follow him with furtive eyes until he had completely passed by.

Jiang Songhe noticed this out of the corner of her eye, turned her head away to avoid eye contact, and did not intend to respond back and forth in order to avoid attracting the attention of others. However, she still stood there solemnly, pursing her lips in a silent confrontation.

“Uhh, so boring…” Jonathan turned around and looked over the shrugged shoulders, seeking resonance with the green-eyed bullfrog.

Upon receiving the signal, the green-eyed bullfrog puffed out its large, double-breasted chest and pressed itself against Jiang Songhe, scanning him up and down with its eyes. Then, supporting Jonathan's elbows, it whispered in his ear and pushed him forward.

Why don't you take me home and have some fun together?

"I may not have a home, but I have a temporary wonder place—a huge, luxurious one…"

The flirtatious chatter was very low in volume, only Jiang Songhe could hear it clearly, and it quickly passed by, disappearing into a private room behind them.

Jiang Songhe's shoes felt stuck to the ground. He should have ignored it, carried out his "what's it to me?" attitude, strode downstairs, got into his car through the back door, gone home, and then gone to sleep.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't proceed with the plan.

I was angry all night, and I could have smoked a cigarette or had a drink to cheer myself up, but the person who triggered my emotions insisted on going against me and came right up to me.

He couldn't understand himself, nor could he understand Jonathan.

I don't understand myself. I know I have nothing and nothing to give, yet I still covet things that don't belong to me. The self-restraint method of "if I can't get it, I don't want it" no longer works. As soon as I think about what I can't hold onto falling into someone else's hands, I feel so jealous that I can't breathe.

I don't understand Jonah. He could have anything he wanted with just a snap of his fingers, and someone else would gladly give it to him. Why does he have to provoke me, someone who is empty inside? He provokes me and then disappears. When he reappears, he haunts me and shows off. What is he trying to prove?

How can I be let go and return to a state of calm and tranquility?

When it comes to unknown and unsolvable problems, Jiang Songhe really wants to calmly ask the instigator who did whatever he wanted.

He took a deep breath and decided to seize the few remaining opportunities to meet and get to the bottom of things once and for all.

But no one knows where Jonathan disappeared to.

Vasin then rushed towards them, his face still displaying only a fierce and menacing expression, revealing no other emotion.

Jiang Songhe glared at the bodyguard and assistant who couldn't keep an eye on his artist. The man, stung by the glare, paused, glanced over at Jiang Songhe, then passed by her and went to a private room, where he stood with his back to the door and his hands at his sides.

Then, she tilted her head slightly, lowered her lip and thumb and gestured towards the door, as if asking for help to choose the lesser of two evils.

Jiang Songhe followed, rubbed his tie together, and knocked three times on the door with his knuckles.

The door opened quickly, and the green-eyed bullfrog leaned against the doorframe, grinning as he invited Jiang Songhe in: "Hey, killer~~"

Jiang Songhe had vaguely recognized the voice earlier, but he hadn't thought much of it because he was angry. Now, hearing the exact words repeated, his mind went blank. This guy was the one who pinched his butt when he entered!

Seeing that Jiang Songhe's arrival was ill-intentioned, the green-eyed bullfrog first told him to "take it easy," and then, as if imagining something, shrugged at the figure on the sofa in the private room pouring champagne into a glass, and generously suggested, "I don't mind threesomes..."

"Get out!" Jiang Songhe cursed in a clear and forceful voice, pushed open the double doors, rushed into the private room, snatched the champagne glass that Jonathan was about to bring to his lips, slammed it on the table, grabbed his fair wrist, and glared at him angrily, "This is the Porcelain Country, are you trying to kill yourself?"

"What the...!"

Jonah drew out the words, swaying as he was pulled, and used his free hand to sweep away the wine droplets spilled on his pants. He rolled his long eyes and saw that his forearm and Jiang Songhe's left hand were wet. He stubbornly and slowly snatched them back, sticking out his tongue to catch the wine stains that were winding down.

Jiang Songhe slammed his left hand down, pinching the other wrist that was offered to him in his palm.

Then he knelt on the sofa with one knee, using his back to completely cover Jonathan's alluring and seductive appearance. His right hand, wrapped in a tie, clamped Jonathan's chin, half-pushing and half-supporting him to stop him, and took the opportunity to wipe the area around his lips dry.

The sudden movement left Jonathan bewildered; his mouth was open, and he forgot to retract his tongue. Jiang Songhe quickly realized that his action was likely pointless; he'd probably been seen naked by that bastard before he even entered the room.

Jiang Songhe hissed twice through his nose, pressed his right thumb against his sharp canine teeth, and stuffed his exposed tongue back into his wet, hot mouth. Then, he shook his palm and forcibly closed his thin jaw, making it tight.

Jonah's eyes widened from the vibration of their teeth clashing together, and he began to kick and struggle, groaning, "Ugh... ugh..."

"You're very good, Jonathan." Jiang Songhe remained unmoved, raised his knee and pressed his shoulder against his collarbone, pulled his wrist up with his left hand, and quickly wrapped his tie around his neck with his right. "You're a top star, yet you're so unrefined?!"

Jonathan's neck was immobilized, and he bit down on the shoulder in front of him, yelling, "You...you ￥% let go!@#"

Ignoring the pain, Jiang Songhe tied a sloppy but difficult knot in his tie, gathered the two bound white wrists into one hand, reached into his inner pocket with his free hand, hunched his shoulders, and took off half of his suit jacket.

“Open your mouth,” he said to Jonathan, who was biting the shoulder line.

Jonathan glared at him and refused to cooperate.

“Okay.” Jiang Songhe stood up, grabbed the sleeve he had taken off with his right hand, wrapped it around the silver-haired head, and covered the person with the oversized suit jacket, lining out. Then he transferred the white wrist from his left hand to his right, hunched his shoulders, and took off the other sleeve.

The final step was to spin Jonathan around in his arms like a top, and the top singer would then receive a custom-made hooded cape.

Jonathan's neck was tightly gripped by the suit fabric, so he had no choice but to spit out the piece of food in his mouth and cursed weakly, "Jiang Songhe, are you crazy? Let me go!"

Jiang Songhe grabbed Jonathan from the sofa, pinching the back of his neck with one hand and lifting his wrist with the other. During the struggle, he took the opportunity to compare his inner self and told him the top conclusion: "In terms of both frequency and degree, I am not as crazy as you."

"Come back with me."

"..."

Jiang Songhe pulled down the hem of his suit jacket to cover his bound wrists, wrapped his arms around his shoulders to secure his top-tier celebrity status, and led Jonathan to the door in a manner reminiscent of escorting a prisoner.

“I’ll take him back…” Jiang Songhe stared straight at Wasin, who was controlling the green-eyed bullfrog. His professional instincts kicked in, and instead of specifying where to take him back, he said, “Please tell this person the seriousness of offending and defaming a top celebrity.”

-

"Get in the car."

Jiang Songhe led Jonathan out of the Destination's back door, opened the back door, and shoved him inside.

Jonathan sat on the edge of the seat, blocking the car door with his legs, and asked in a muffled voice with his head buried in his suit jacket, "Where to?"

"Hodolph." Jiang Songhe was still angry and answered sparingly.

Jonathan seemed to have been provoked again, and made a move to break free. With his hands tied, he couldn't find a foothold and struggled to stand up, but he couldn't stand steadily and fell back down several times, as if there were springs installed in the chair.

Jiang Songhe was dizzy from the impact, and there were crowds of people around the car. So he bent down, stretched out one forearm, and laid Jonathan's upper body flat against the backrest. He then lowered his other forearm and wrapped it around Jonathan's knees.

Just as he was about to lift himself into the car, he was suddenly kicked hard in the stomach.

"Ugh!" Jiang Songhe groaned, clutching his sore spot. That kick almost knocked the half-cup of Lonely Night wine over. The wine didn't come, but the anger flared up, instantly burning away all the little patience he had managed to muster.

Jiang Songhe showed no mercy, roughly hooking his knee with the tip of his shoe and throwing the man into the car by his calf. Sensing that Jonathan would cause even more trouble, he simply grabbed the fabric around Jonathan's neck and pushed him into the seat by the backrest.

With a bang, the car door was slammed shut.

Jiang Songhe followed him into the back seat, pressed Jonathan into the corner by the window, forcibly fastened his seatbelt, ripped the suit jacket off his head, and casually tossed it somewhere in the front.

"Jiang Songhe, you bastard!"

"Who cares if you give me a ride? Fang Si has prepared a private car for me!"

"Let me go! I'm angry!"

"Who do you think you are to tell me what to do? What's our relationship?"

"So what if I'm in the Porcelain Country? I'm going back to Manr right now and I'm never coming back!"

...

Despite being punched and kicked many times, Jiang Songhe remained unmoved, still pinning down Jonah Xiren as he continued his drunken rampage. The sounds of his venting were gradually drowned out, and Jiang Songhe stared at those two thin lips that kept opening and closing.

How many obscene and vulgar songs did this mouth sing tonight? For whom did it break its vow of abstinence from smoking and drinking, no longer cherishing its talent, and drink alcohol? How many people took the opportunity to taste it?

Jiang Songhe narrowed his eyes, obsessively aligning his vision with the shape of thin lips, and pressed down firmly with his thumb, forbidding Jonathan from speaking again or letting out any more of his alcohol fumes.

One isn't enough, let's add another one.

He vigorously rubbed the imagined marks with his fingertips until his originally pale lips turned bright red before he stopped.

Then he moved away and kissed her fiercely...