My younger brother is obsessed with dirty stuff.
Jiang Songhe's younger brother debuted as a child star, and at the age of seventeen with thirteen years of acting experience, he has already upgraded from being the go-to "childhood stand-in" for various top actors to "teenage stand-in". Although Jiang Songhe is a devoted brother-supporter, she still has her bottom line - she does not allow her brother to neglect his studies. Cameo appearances are acceptable, but staying on set is not.
Jiang Songyun is a natural-born camera darling. He picks up acting skills instantly, is clever and witty yet polite, making him highly sought after in the industry. He loves acting, but unfortunately, he has a stern manager who is controlled by his bloodline, so he can only renew his "trial period" by achieving good results.
Until one day a year ago, the trial card expired and has not been renewed to this day.
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"Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang..." Jiang Songyun's Nth executive agent within a year was hiding in a corner, sweating profusely. He was covering his phone and peeking around while tattling, "How long will it take you to get to the studio? Young Mr. Jiang, he's started throwing things, I... I can't handle it!"
The person on the other end of the line completely ignored the inappropriate title "Little President Jiang" and asked coldly, "Has Wu Fangsi arrived?"
The executive broker jumped in fright at the sound of something being smashed nearby and blurted out, "Who's Wu?"
Then, after taking a deep breath, President Jiang clicked his tongue and said, "You haven't even done the basic preparations? Tsk, WANTON WU's designers."
"Oh, here they come." The executive agent had just peeked inside again when a studded leather boot, as sharp as a weapon, came hurtling towards him. He ducked and crouched down to avoid it. "Oh my god! Um, Designer Wu got pissed off by CEO Jiang, and the two of them are wrestling!"
"..."
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The call was disconnected, and the executive broker couldn't help but sigh, "This isn't just being a beast of burden, it's practically cannon fodder!" He then recalled how he hadn't listened to his friends' advice and knowingly ventured into dangerous territory.
Because of greed and lust.
Originally, he only came here with the mindset of checking off a list. What legitimate agent at Yunhe Entertainment would dare to risk their life for a job? Even a dog wouldn't come for such a high price, let alone a brave soul.
When HR introduced the young man's resume and company background in a very human way, he listened to it all as a joke, until HR showed him a candid photo of President Jiang on their phone. Then, his deadly hand automatically signed the employment contract.
On the day he officially met the boss and the artist, before Da Wang and Xiao Wang said anything, he was secretly happy. In his memory, Jiang Songyun was still a little kid with two pigtails and wearing a bib. When he met the real person, wow, he was doubled with happiness.
He was also blinded by beauty. Seeing that the atmosphere was awkward, he boldly spoke up and introduced himself as "Song Yun". Who knew that the little devil would stand up and become a wall that would crush him like Mount Tai, and the kind that would shoot hidden weapons and kill him.
"If you don't like it, try calling me something else?" Little Yama smiled brightly, but his words sounded awkward no matter how you looked at them.
He was so flustered by the laughter that he almost suffered from the uncanny valley effect, so he forced himself to change his form of address: "Teacher Jiang...?"
"Too rustic."
"Yun-ge?"
"Too old."
"Small……"
Calling him "Little Jiang" was definitely out of the question, so he swallowed his words halfway through and cast a pleading look at the king: "President Jiang, what do you think of this..."
Mr. Jiang remained silent, his eyes seeming to hold nothing but his brother, suggesting he was about to relinquish the inspection authority.
Little Yama suddenly snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "That's great! As the company's cash cow, calling me General Manager Jiang is just right."
Looking at President Jiang again, his handsome face, which had been expressionless, furrowed his brows and then quickly relaxed. He then raised his chin and said, "Whatever you say."
"Have you seen enough? If you have, bring it back to listen to us again."
"President Jiang?"
"So obedient."
Damn, money is hard to earn and life is tough.
...
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"Li Qinghai!! Where is he?!?!"
Li Qinghai was jolted back to reality by the sudden shout. The fleshy mounds under his beard twitched involuntarily. He wiped away his sweat, straightened his glasses, and then appeared from the corner, bowing and scraping as he said, "Hey! I'm here!"
"Can't you see that guy surnamed Wu is fighting me?!" Jiang Songyun threw several flamboyant hoodies and jackets on the ground.
Li Qinghai blurted out, "Don't be angry, Mr. Jiang~ I just got a call from an investor..."
"Don't give me that! What else can you do besides play dead???" Jiang Songyun was furious. Seeing Li Qinghai's blatantly lying and sycophantic manner, she grabbed a makeup brush and threw it.
"Song Yun—"
Li Qinghai felt someone grab him by the back of the neck and pull him back a few steps. He glanced up and saw a tall, sharp figure blocking his way. A makeup brush was swept across the ground by the long arm covered by the suit fabric.
Even from behind, you could see the person's taut jaw muscles. After a moment, the person lowered their voice and asked the other person, "Have you had enough?"
Wu Fangsi didn't actually go all out and wrestle with a minor as the report suggested. On the contrary, he found the kid's energy quite interesting, which is why he chose Jiang Songyun to shoot the first season's menswear photos for WANTON WU.
"Oh, 'Little Jiang' is tired after just a few moves? Keep going, I have another warehouse full of sample garments for you to throw away." Wu Fangsi emphasized the words "Little Jiang" and simply leaned against the workbench to watch the frizzy little dog stare in disbelief.
Jiang Songyun turned her gaze away from Jiang Songhe's sleeves, which were stained white with loose powder, and glared at Wu Fangsi, who was watching the show: "What's it to you?"
Jiang Songhe reached the other side in a few steps and nodded to Wu Fangsi in apology: "I'm sorry, I will compensate for the losses here today."
Wu Fangsi twirled a designer tie with her index finger and said unhurriedly, "Otherwise what?"
Jiang Songhe glanced at the gesture, which implied "don't downplay the issue," and consciously added, "We need some time." Then, he placed his large hand on Jiang Songyun's shoulder and neck, applied a little force, and led him to the dressing room outside the studio.
Wu Fangsi instructed the studio staff to rearrange the scene, then picked up a Hasselblad camera from the workbench, weighed it in her hand, and curled her lips in a playful smile: "Heh, little rascal, not bad at smashing expensive things."
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Jiang Songhe shoved Jiang Songyun into the fitting room and then slammed the door shut behind his back.
"Tell me, what's the reason this time?" Jiang Songhe kicked aside the dressing chair that was in the way with the tip of her leather shoe and tapped the table with her bulging knuckles.
Jiang Songyun pulled over a makeup chair without saying a word and sat down casually, turning around and playing on her phone, refusing to look at Jiang Songhe.
Jiang Songhe couldn't understand what had happened to Jiang Songyun over the past year. His obedient and well-behaved younger brother was gone forever. Not only did he oppose her at every turn, but he also stopped cherishing the opportunity to join the production team that he had been longing for. He was like phosphorus, easily ignited, arguing with directors and co-stars. He was replaced in roles several times, and all the resources he had accumulated were squandered. Apart from the fact that his work on WANTON WU's photos was still going on, even the seals from the legal department were gathering dust.
When the video of the white-haired singer playing the boss's voice was played on the public, Jiang Songhe's temples throbbed. He couldn't stand it any longer and took the phone from Jiang Songyun's hand, pressing the lock screen button with his long fingers to shut up the white-haired singer in the video.
After Jiang Songyun's personality changed drastically, he started talking about his private life, keeping his bedroom tightly shut and refusing to let him in. He could only glimpse a little through the crack in the door—the walls covered with posters of white fur. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Had his younger brother become obsessed with some kind of dirty stuff during puberty?!
Then he remembered that Jiang Songyun had mentioned to him more than once that she wanted to go to Maner to participate in some kind of talent show. Why would she give up being a proper actor to become an idol? Was she kidding him? At the time, he just thought that Jiang Songyun was frustrated by the repeated role changes and was throwing a tantrum at him.
Now it all makes sense. His younger brother was being ruined in the prime of his life by a white-haired singer, indulging in wild fantasies and destroying his future! Jiang Songhe realized this and couldn't help but blame herself for never restricting her brother's spending, which led to her negligence.
Jiang Songhe's inner monologue: "I should have kept him wearing the Little Genius smartwatch!"
After a moment of silent standoff, Jiang Songyun stood up and tried to grab the phone: "No reason! Give me back my phone!"
Jiang Songhe hadn't really adapted to the changes yet. He had been passively accepting his younger brother's rebellion, and his helplessness turned into resentment. He wanted nothing more than to crush this damn phone.
"Is it because of that competition in Maner? Speak up!" Jiang Songhe is a full 1.9 meters tall. He held the phone up high and wouldn't give it to Jiang Songyun. Even if Jiang Songyun jumped up, he couldn't grab it no matter what.
"Give it back to me!"
"Don't even think about it until you explain it clearly."
"Fine, I'll say it! I want to participate in that competition, so what?!"
"no."
"Why?!"
"Because I'm your brother."
"Fine! Then I won't go anywhere! I'll just stay home and be your dog! Are you satisfied now?!"
"You son of a bitch! Who taught you this rubbish?!"
...
As the two brothers tore at each other, Jiang Songyun began to pant, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and his brows furrowed. He then clutched his chest and slid down Jiang Songhe's leg.
Jiang Songyun has asthma, but because she has been well taken care of, she has not had an attack for many years.
"This is bad... I can't even be a dog anymore... I might as well just die..."
Having lost her parents at a young age, the word "death" remains a taboo that Jiang Songhe can never break, both in her mouth and in her heart.
Jiang Songhe's head immediately started buzzing. He knelt down, pushing Jiang Songyun's back forward with one hand and holding his wrists on his knees with the other. His voice trembled as he said, "Songyun? Songyun?! You wait, I'll go buy inhalers! No! We have to go to the hospital!"
After saying that, he was about to pick the boy up and carry him away, but Jiang Songyun grabbed his arm and stopped him. The boy weakly pleaded, "Brother! I really want to try... I'm out of acting roles now... Can you just... give me this as my 18th birthday present...?"
Of course, that wouldn't work, but given the current situation, Jiang Songhe couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh. She could only try a roundabout approach: "You have asthma, how can you go? Let's go to the hospital first, okay..."
Jiang Songyun's breathing became even heavier, his eyes fixed on Jiang Songhe: "If you don't agree, I won't go... I'll just—"
"Brother agrees!" Jiang Songhe was forced into a corner and, in desperation, interrupted another taboo word that was about to be uttered, "Brother agrees."
"Really?" Jiang Songyun loosened his grip slightly, and his breathing finally stabilized.
"Yes. But I'll have to go with you myself."
Jiang Songhe was still thinking about taking Jiang Songyun to the hospital, but then she saw Jiang Songyun's eyes crinkle into a smile, his upper body leaning back, his hands supporting him on the ground, and he said with a grin, "You keep your word~"
"..." Jiang Songhe's hand, which was trying to pull the person out, froze in mid-air. Only his eyes, which had been staring for a long time and were red, could move.
After a long while, Jiang Songhe stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.
Jiang Songyun also stood up and brushed off the dust. A moment later, a sound was heard in the corridor—
"Grass!"
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The staff in the shed were ironing clothes or adjusting equipment, and no one paid any attention to Li Qinghai, so he went to the corner, picked up the studded leather boot, and placed it next to Wu Fangsi's feet.
Wu Fangsi was fiddling with the ribbon on a suit while facing the mannequin when she caught a glimpse of a bear cosplaying Marlene Lupin. Without looking up, she kept asking, "What's up?"
"Oh, it's nothing serious. I just wanted to come and apologize. This young Mr. Jiang is young and doesn't understand the situation. You're such a senior designer, he shouldn't have done that..."
If this hadn't been brought up, Wu Fangsi would have almost forgotten that today's events were most likely related to this executive broker.
He had already instructed his assistant to communicate with the artist's team three days in advance about the two-hour delay in filming. Jiang Songyun's reaction just now clearly showed that he was unaware of the delay and was just waiting, which is why he lost his temper. It seems that it is not unjust for this bear to be scolded for "playing dead".
Wu Fangsi was always meticulous about his work. Thinking that he was being misunderstood as being late and would have to explain himself, he slammed the positioning pin into the mannequin's chest. Seeing that Li Qinghai was oblivious and didn't move, he impatiently turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Li Qinghai was startled, his eyes immediately darting around as he earnestly reminded him, "You may not understand the entertainment industry. It's not like Xiao Jiang's studio claims he's focused on his studies by not taking on any roles. In the past year or so, he's offended all the big shots in the industry, ruining his reputation and leaving him without any work! I just want to remind you, be careful not to bet on the wrong horse, or you'll suffer a great loss."
Wu Fangsi was indeed unfamiliar with the entertainment industry, so she didn't understand what Li Qinghai was up to and asked, "Are you from Jiang Songyun's team?"
"That depends on Designer Wu~" Perhaps basking in the inexplicable confidence gleaned from Jiang Songhe's "heroic rescue," Li Qinghai quickly pinched Wu Fangsi's forearm, his eyes darting around seductively. "Are you short of people around? I'm a real 'little angel'~~"
Are you brain-dead?
Wu Fangsi looked like he'd swallowed a fat fly, and was about to curse when someone from the fitting room cursed for him.
"Grass!"
The studio fell silent instantly. After exchanging glances, everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound. Jiang Songhe strode in and headed straight for Wu Fangsi.
“Please compile the figures for today’s losses and send them to me,” Jiang Songhe said, his face ashen. He glanced at Li Qinghai and then at Wu Fangsi. “I… I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”
After saying that, he left the shed.
No sooner had the stern-faced Jiang Songhe left than the amiable Jiang Songyun returned.
"Hey, which outfit should I wear?"
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Jiang Songhe lit a cigarette outside the studio. After the nicotine passed through his lungs, he dialed the HR number.
"Start executing this now."
"Okay, Mr. Jiang, do you think I need to continue looking for candidates?"
Jiang Songhe exhaled a long puff of white mist.
"Need not."
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