Young Top Handsome Guy

When Vasin drove Jonathan back to his apartment in his Vito in the early morning, Jonathan didn't sit in the middle row where he wouldn't have to see Vasin's face, as he usually did. Instead, he simply got into the passenger seat.

Vasin thought that Jonathan was probably in a good mood. After all, he wasn't so oblivious as to ruin Jonathan's good deed of "sleeping with the person who bullied him." From this perspective, what the man in 512 did to Jonathan on this train the day before yesterday wasn't even "bullying," but rather "fun."

Before Tang Fan assigned Vasin to Jonathan as his bodyguard and assistant, he made Vasin's responsibilities clear: protecting the safety and privacy of the artists was the top priority, and as for other matters, as long as they did not pose a threat to the artists' careers, Jonathan could handle them.

It wasn't until six months after Wasin started following Jonah that he gradually realized what those "others" specifically referred to.

All sorts of men.

Although they differ in skin color, personality, and identity, they have one thing in common: their voices are similar.

Jonathan is obsessed with playing cat and mouse games with men like these, drawing inspiration from them as the driving force behind his empathy. He is the "cat" who initiates the hunt but lacks patience, and the "mouse" who willingly submits to capture and never tires of it.

The person under special protection did not stay overnight in the blind spot, check. They are sitting safely next to me, check. I intercepted a suspicious person who was taking photos without my consent, check.

If Vasin has ensured that both "security" and "privacy" have been protected, then he has not failed in his duty, and there is still hope...

Vasin only glanced at the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye when Jonathan got into the car, and then kept his eyes on the road and drove carefully. After all, Jonathan's "good mood" was only temporary, while his dislike for him was long-lasting.

Because Jonathan already knew that Vasin's loyalty was not pure, and that his dedication was also for the sake of waiting and watching over a woman who was out of reach—Tang Lan.

Wasin's ears turned red, and he glanced guiltily at the passenger seat again.

Unexpectedly, he met a pair of eyes that were even redder than his ear tips, and the tip of his nose was even redder. That... did not look like he was in a "good mood" at all. Oi, it looked like he had just been crying!

Wasing has never seen Jonathan cry, not when he was under immense pressure, not when he was exhausted from touring, not even when he was sleepwalking and nearly drowned...

Although puzzled, out of respect for the artist, especially a man's pride, Vasin immediately turned his head away and pretended to be blind.

What kind of thing would happen to cause this?

Could she really have been bullied by that man?!

Thinking that his "lying low and waiting" might be shattered, Vasin tried to convince himself that the light was too dim and he must have been seeing things. He wasn't sure and needed to look again.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and took another look.

"What the f*ck are you looking at?"

Wasin had never seen Jonathan cry before, but he vividly remembered how upset Jonathan looked.

Speak English fluently, swear constantly, and have a deep, muffled voice... Oi, isn't that exactly what it is now!

"Katuo." Vasin hurriedly apologized, but forgot the condition Jonathan had made for keeping him by his side: "From now on, you can only speak Chinese, not Siamese." Realizing this, he cautiously asked for self-punishment, "When we get home, will you kick your legs until they go numb?"

Jonah's swollen nose twitched twice, his eyebrows went from furrowed to raised, and then he chuckled.

"Kick your sister."

"Don't kick, my little sister, kick me."

"...You're really stupid."

-

When the Vito arrived at the Nest Winza underground parking garage, Jonathan told Vasin that he would start taking the medication prescribed by Tang Lan on time starting today. After telling Vasin to go home and rest, he took the elevator to the top floor.

Back at his apartment, Jonathan went straight to his studio and opened his Mac. He had instructed the arranger he had worked with on "Sacrifice Night Dawn" to send him the new demo of Kang Song-yoon's drum part as soon as possible, so he could listen to it after he finished his business.

He opened his email and saw an unread email titled "Night of Dawn 7.0 HEARTBEATDRUM" flashing. Jonathan downloaded the audio attachment and, while waiting, closed his eyes, forcing himself to immerse himself in the feelings that Jiang Songhe had given him.

Naked desire, forbidden obsession, fear of surrender, resentment of being out of control, twisted paranoia, numb pain of being out of control... These feelings are extremely consistent with the creative theme of "Sacrifice at Dawn," but they only remain in a state of infinitely approaching but never being able to reach it.

What exactly is missing?

A surge of intuition welled up in Jonah's chest; he could clearly sense that it was a tender, sincere, and passionate emotion that he had never possessed or given before.

His feelings for that shadow in his dreams over the years were strangely similar, even though he could no longer remember the shadow's true appearance.

*Beep beep*, the download completion notification sounded.

Jonah opened his eyes from his meditation, put on his headphones, pressed play, slowed his breathing, and tried to overlap Jiang Songhe's face with his feelings for the shadow in his mind, bit by bit.

I listened to it on repeat countless times, until dawn, but there was still no answer.

The crux of the matter is that the two people used as a reference, though seemingly similar, are not actually a perfect match. His obsession with the shadow is a pure and untainted gaze, but with Jiang Songhe, he wants to possess, to defile, and to erode his ridiculously unbreakable bottom line.

Jonah's face was pale and sickly, making him look like a sinister madman: "It seems that to get the answer, we need to use a more targeted approach. How about we start with..."

“Let’s get to know you properly now.” He pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket, fiddled with it, and tore it open.

-

Achoo!

"Mr. Jiang, are you sick? Why don't you rest first, and I'll report to you again tomorrow?"

...

When “Yunhe Executive Producer Lin” called Jiang Songhe, Jiang Songhe was having an extremely spicy hot pot with Jiang Songyun in Chinatown.

He had originally intended to have a nice family reunion dinner with his younger brother, but he first rejected the call. Then, he opened WeChat under the table and found Lin's most recent work message in the producer group, which was about the selection of potential singers for the OST of "Yan Ge Xing".

It's common for young people to slack off at work, so if they're not sleeping on New Year's Day, it's highly likely that something important has happened.

So Jiang Songhe casually clicked on the profile picture in front of the work message, frowned when he saw the nickname, then selectively ignored it, opened the chat box, and typed in silent mode: "Not convenient, let's talk on WeChat."

Executive Producer Lin from Yunhe: "Oh, sorry to bother you, President Jiang~~ [frowning] I wanted to report to you on the planning proposal for the Yan Ge Xing OST. [shy] Originally, there was no rush according to the schedule, but I just received a rumor that the release dates for the annual film lists of 2026 on various platforms will be brought forward, so I was thinking that we could take advantage of the release of the film lists to do some marketing~~~~ [hehe]"

Jiang Songhe raised an eyebrow, glanced at Jiang Songyun across from him who was happily eating while blowing his nose and fanning himself, then looked down and long-pressed the three EMOJIs, added them to his favorites, and continued typing: "I'll call you back in three hours, thanks for your help."

Executive Producer Lin from Yunhe: "I understand [good][witty][let me see][666]"

Jiang Songhe chuckled and added four more EMOJIs to her favorites.

"Brother, is something wrong?" Jiang Songyun blew on the tripe on his chopsticks. "If you have something to do, you can go back first. I'll eat for a while."

"I'm fine, brother." Jiang Songhe put his phone back on the table, his eyes a little moist. "Eat slowly, don't rush, don't burn yourself."

"Okay~ Bro, you don't know, I've been craving this for ages! Hey, don't just look at me, you should try some too~ It's so good! Seriously!!"

"Uh, I'm not that hungry."

...

Two and a half hours later, Jiang Songhe returned to the Rosewood Hotel.

He quickly took a shower, changed into his clean pajamas, and only after completely cutting himself off from the pungent smell of smoke and fire did his left brain, responsible for thinking and decision-making, begin to function.

At the top of the hour, Jiang Songhe made a voice call to "Yunhe Executive Producer Lin", but the first thing he said was a sneeze.

"It's okay, you can talk." Jiang Songhe sat down at the dining table, took out a tissue, and pinched her nose.

"Okay, please take a look at the schedules and prices of the singers I just sent to the group. I prefer the ones at the top; their representative works all come from hit dramas in previous years, have high popularity, high expectations, and come with built-in star power..."

Jiang Songhe switched the call interface to the producer group and glanced at it; indeed, they were all reliable alternatives.

But "not making mistakes" is far from enough. With the hidden bomb of Shen Zongli's domestic violence, "Yan Ge Xing" needs to be amazing enough on its own in any aspect outside of the main content, and it needs to have higher and clearer added value.

“That’s enough.” Jiang Songhe interrupted Lin’s rambling. “I suggest you start by considering Yan Ge Xing’s target audience.”

"..."

Hearing the ten-second pause on the other end of the call, Jiang Songhe was clearly bewildered. She sighed and said, "I'm asking you this: as a young viewer, do you usually watch similar dramas?"

"Look, they're still eating!"

Although Jiang Songhe didn't understand why the word "eat" was used, she could roughly guess that it meant "likes to watch a lot," so she ignored it and continued to ask, "When you watch, do you pay attention to the songs in it?"

"meeting……"

"So, what do you, uh, 'eating' music styles have in common?" Jiang Songhe used that word with a touch of embarrassment in order to communicate in a similar vein.

"Wow! I think I've got Jiang Zong's idea!" Lin's voice rang excitedly. "We need to choose an idol singer whose voice and style perfectly match the themes of 'Young Heroes' and 'Hot-Blooded Jianghu' in 'Yan Ge Xing'! Young! Top-tier!! Super handsome!!!"

"..."

Startled by the sudden burst of vocals, Jiang Songhe squinted and held her phone away, intending to wait for Lin to finish his rant before saying, "The general direction is correct." Unexpectedly, Lin seemed to have suddenly unlocked his full potential, bursting with inspiration and launching into a self-indulgent rant, his voice rising higher and higher.

Jiang Songhe simply turned on the speakerphone and put his phone on the table to listen.

"Our young audience is mostly picky eaters, so why don't we coax them into coming? We can register a QQ profile picture for our official Weibo account, launch a prize-winning contest, and cultivate a 'persuasive' persona. The one with the most likes, comments, and shares will be chosen, and during the promotional period for 'Yan Ge Xing,' we'll give away universal memberships on all three major platforms and early screening packages! This way, we can increase audience engagement, interaction, and anticipation, and also capitalize on the trend of platform film releases to generate buzz! Most importantly, we can accurately select the perfect singer!!! What do you think, Mr. Jiang?!!!"

After listening to the long, rapid-fire speech, Jiang Songhe paused for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and smiled approvingly, "Very good, go do it."

After ending the call, General Manager Jiang was in a great mood and, unusually for him, took the initiative to send a WeChat message to ask for the junior employee's name, while also adding a few words to the end of the employee's contact name.

"Recently promoted."