So pitiful, but I love you.
“You’re not feeling well, you’re rushing around like this. Don’t bother, I’ll do it. You double-check that you have your passport, ID card, and ID card. Your flight doesn’t depart for another four or five hours. It’s okay if you don’t have them all, we can go to Tang Dynasty to get them.”
At four in the morning, Ni Haolang, who insisted on seeing Jiang Songhe off at the airport, got out of his car first, slammed the door shut, and while grumbling, went to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and casually pulled the suitcase handle with one hand.
It didn't work.
"Holy crap?" Ni Haolang rolled up his sleeves and used both hands instead. "Huh?!"
Then, unexpectedly, the reaction force from the suitcase caused me to stumble.
"You put it there, I'll do it." Jiang Songhe's voice came from the car window, followed by the slurping sound of a seatbelt being unbuckled.
As the passenger door was pushed open, the 1.7-meter-tall, red-haired, skinny man suddenly became anxious.
"Who do you think you are? I'm a real man! What the hell?!" Ni Haolang refused to believe it, so he changed his posture, stuck out his butt, and exerted force again, "A real man—"
The suitcase was only moved forward a tiny bit in the trunk.
Ni Haolang's two feet slid a little bit under the car.
Just then, a large steel bird that had just taken off swept low overhead, leaving behind a long, mocking howl: "Tiger~~~~ Roar~~~~"
"His suitcase is almost as tall as you, what's he trying to show off?"
Ni Haolang suddenly felt like he was being crushed by Mount Tai. Then the space around him was sealed off, and his hands suddenly felt light. He and his suitcase fell onto a fleshy wall, and he was about to slide down the wall when the fleshy wall raised its knee and caught him.
"Kun Ji'en! You were following me?" Ni Haolang's face flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.
Kun Ji'en jerked his arms and legs at the same time, making Ni Haolang stand up straight first. Ni Haolang put down his suitcase and argued, "Who's following you? I'm here to see Song He off."
Ni Haolang clearly didn't believe it at all, and angrily retorted, "'Songhe'? Is that what you usually call her? You're kidding me."
“Nobody lied. Last time we… we resolved our differences over a drink, no, we became friends over a drink.” Kun Ji’en took a step toward Jiang Songhe by the car door, making a 90° clockwise gesture as if hailing a taxi. “You called me here, right, Songhe?”
Jiang Songhe, overwhelmed with a headache, had brought all his documents, but when he got out of the car and turned to close the door, he realized he wasn't wearing his ring. He stood there for a long time, holding his left hand up, before finally remembering that the ring was still on Jonathan's right hand.
Three hours earlier, Jiang Songhe and Jonathan were locked in a tense standoff in bed when Jiang Songhe received a call from the HR department of Yunhe Entertainment.
The HR department mainly confirmed Lin Duole's salary and benefits after being promoted to producer with Jiang Songhe, and reminded the boss to sign off on the process online. Jiang Songhe considered that it was not appropriate for Lin Duole, as Xu Qin's junior, to be paid the same level as his senior, so he added to the HR department the decision to raise Xu Qin's salary.
Just as Jiang Songhe finished speaking, HR dropped a bombshell through the phone line.
Xu Qin wants to resign.
As an agency with only one artist, Jiang Songyun, Yunhe Entertainment's business is relatively monotonous compared to other companies. Jiang Songyun is used to the irregular turnover of employees, but he never expected that it would be Xu Qin who resigned.
Xu Qin cannot leave.
It wasn't just because the "Yan Ge Xing" project was in its final stages and couldn't function without Xu Qin as the person in charge throughout the entire process. It was also partly because Jiang Songhe knew that Xu Qin and her deceased mother, Shen Jun, were both from Jiling, and she placed too much trust in him in her work.
"Maybe it's because his wife is about to give birth and the pressure of life is too great?" He hung up the phone and thought as he packed his bags, "Maybe I promoted Lin Duole too hastily, causing him to misunderstand?"
Jiang Songhe, still angry, could only think of these two possibilities at the time. Fortunately, he could resolve and explain both of them.
The pressure of life is due to a lack of money. If a 15K raise still can't keep him, Jiang Songhe is completely willing to discuss what Xu Qin expects.
Lin Duole's promotion caused a misunderstanding. Lin was in charge of publicity, and Xu was in charge of production. The two were partners and there was no need for them to feel threatened.
To retain key employees, boss Jiang Songhe needs to take the initiative and, whether it's to resolve the issue or offer an explanation, at least have a face-to-face meeting.
As a boss, he could still treat his employees rationally, but as a widow, he was currently in a state of confusion and didn't know how to get along with Jonathan.
So he booked the earliest flight to the Porcelain Country.
Jiang Songhe didn't have much personal luggage in Manr; it was already packed when she booked the plane ticket. Jonathan also came out of the bedroom around that time and leaned against the corner of the living room, silently watching.
Glancing at the orange ribbon peeking out from under a pile of clothes, Jiang Songhe snapped the lid of the suitcase shut with her toe, then went to the storage room and pushed out the oversized suitcase filled with Jiang Songyun's trendy but unused odds and ends.
By the time they pushed it into the living room, Jonathan had already left.
Before they parted, they didn't say another word.
...
"You admitted yourself that the bottle of 'Hanwang Maoting' was wedding wine, so don't try to renege on your promise." A sudden arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and Jiang Songhe heard this muttered through gritted teeth. He quickly raised his voice, "Speak up, Songhe?"
"Tsk." With two flames burning on the man's shoulder, Jiang Songhe came to her senses, disgustedly removed Kun Ji'en's arm, and continued speaking fiercely, "Yes."
Ni Haolang knew these two men in front of him all too well. Something was definitely amiss. He spread his palm out to Kun Ji'en and said, "Then show me your contacts."
"Hey~ What's so interesting about the contacts? I'll show you something interesting!" Kun Ji'en pulled out his phone and pretended to be friendly, then showed Ni Haolang a video. "While you were avoiding me, Song He and Janus had quite a few stories going on..."
Ni Haolang seemed unable to imagine that Jingting's childhood friend could have anything going on with Maner's top star. He raised an eyebrow at Jiang Songhe, then took the phone and walked away while looking at it.
The video begins with a slideshow of paparazzi photos. In the first photo, Jiang Songhe and Qiao Naxi are seen holding hands in an elevator, while in the next photo, their hands have been separated.
Ni Haolang's back froze instantly, and he turned his head in shock to look at Jiang Songhe.
The expression, which seemed to say, "Damn, bro, didn't you say you didn't know what it feels like to like a guy?" didn't linger for long before it disappeared.
The latter half of the video features TANG's official response and Janus's personal response, both clarifying that the two were merely collaborators who happened to be detained at the same time. The seemingly hand-holding gesture was simply Mr. Jiang's gentlemanly act, intended to elevate Janus's injury...
"Awesome, bro! I'm a high-class, domineering CEO who's in line with international standards now, hahaha..." Ni Haolang's laughter was somewhat deliberate. He didn't turn around, but quietly put his other hand into his pocket and walked further and further away.
The two people, both 1.9 meters tall, stared at each other for a few seconds before the car slammed shut and they remembered to move over and follow.
Knowing that this petty, jealous person was up to no good, Jiang Songhe wasn't in the mood to settle old scores or new ones. She glared at Kun Ji'en and reached out to take the lever: "I don't need yours, just give it to me, thanks."
“Khawnjimn.” Kun Ji’en flashed his hand without giving a word, leaving behind a string of Siamese words, grabbed the suitcase, and strode off to chase after Ni Haolang.
Did you secretly curse me in some foreign language?
"What did you say?" Feeling light and free without the box, Jiang Songhe caught up with Kun Ji'en in a few steps.
“My name is my WeChat ID, it’s KH…” Kun Ji’en stopped again, in a quick and decisive manner, and beckoned with one hand, “Hiss, you’re too old to remember, give me your phone quickly.”
Does he still use WeChat?
Wait a minute?
Is he getting impatient?
Who else? Who's that old?
He's 32, but he's not 25... whatever, damn it.
"Don't bother, I'll ask Haolang for it later." Jiang Songhe politely declined with a forced smile, raising her voice when she mentioned "Haolang".
Kun Ji'en quickly glanced at Ni Haolang, who was looking around in the distance. In his haste, his long legs swayed, but he still tried to act cool to Jiang Songhe: "Jiang Songyun is not bad. I intend to recruit him into my team before the Star Show finals, so adding his agent is just basic stuff."
Still calling it "basic operation"?
You could learn some proper porcelain literature from Ni Haolang!
These words might have worked for Jiang Songhe a week ago, but they don't make sense for Jiang Songhe now that she has witnessed her younger brother's potential firsthand.
Jiang Songhe couldn't understand what had gotten into him that made him argue with this jealous, deadpan guy at this moment. He ignored Kun Ji'en and took two quick steps toward Ni Haolang.
“Alright,” Kun Ji’en grabbed Jiang Songhe’s arm and brought the car to a stop with the handbrake. “Actually, I was just retaliating against your ill intentions and attempts to sow discord.”
"Huh?" Jiang Songhe didn't understand.
"You told me to watch 'Farewell My Concubine' and see the little leper, right? I watched it! After watching it, I went straight to Haolang. I took your advice, but the result was that Haolang was very angry! He's still not over it!" Kun Ji'en spread his hands indignantly.
“…Wait a minute?” Jiang Songhe was speechless, and brushed away Kun Ji’en’s dog paws. “You went to him and he got angry, it must be because you said something first, right?”
“I said… uh…” Kun Ji’en pursed his lips and cleared his throat, repeating the same sentence, “Hao Lang, you’re so pitiful, but I love you.”
"Are you sick in the head?!" Jiang Songhe couldn't hold back and yelled at the top of her lungs.
Passengers in the check-in hall turned their heads to look, and the monkey figure seemed to be about to find the source of the sound.
“I’ll let your motives slide for now, but our relationship has deteriorated because we listened to your lies. So, you have to take responsibility for my love. Hurry up,” Kun Ji’en urged in a deep voice, reaching forward with his hand.
"Love"? Is it something that can be said so bluntly?
"Pitiful?" Jonathan seems to have asked that question before.
Jiang Songhe seemed to be touched by something, sighed, took out his phone and handed it to Kun Ji'en. Kun Ji'en tried to take it away, but Jiang Songhe held on, asking, "If Haolang doesn't want (your love), what can you do? Give up?"
“I won’t let him go. He’s such a coward. If he doesn’t let me go, we won’t even be friends anymore. He’s avoiding me now!” Jiang Songhe asked cryptically, but Kun Ji’en understood. He slapped his phone harder. “The worst that can happen is he’ll pretend to be stupid and hide forever. I’ll just stick to him forever. We’ll be together anyway, so what’s the difference?”
"." Jiang Songhe gave a cold snort with a complicated expression, but the strength in her fingers went slack.
The phone was quickly handed to Kun Ji'en, and Ni Haolang's screen clattered as a WeChat friend request appeared.
Ni Haolang turned to his target, put down his phone, and silently stared at the two people in the distance.
...
Jiang Songhe was getting a headache from Kun Ji'en's rambling and wanted to go in and catch up on some sleep as soon as possible. When the three of them were almost at the check-in counter, he went to take the lever and said, "Thank you for your help today. Go back early. I'll check in my luggage and go to the waiting area first."
Kun Ji'en swiftly pulled the suitcase aside, leading Jiang Songhe to a distance from Ni Haolang, and said, "I want you to know that Haolang is already mine. You'd better swear to me that you have no improper thoughts about him..."
“…I, send, your, dad.” Jiang Songhe snatched the suitcase and joined the long check-in line without looking back.
"My dad? The guy surnamed Jiang is straight?" Kun Ji'en suddenly dropped his cool demeanor, waved at the long line, and shouted, "Hey, good luck flying high, Paoh (Daddy)~~~"
Are all the people in Manr's music scene crazy?
Ni Haolang also came over and waved, shouting loudly at Jiang Songhe's prominent head: "Songhe! Things will work themselves out. Don't get too worked up about company matters! And our brother, leave it to me, don't worry!! I'm waiting for you, brother!!! Also, the Spring Festival just passed, please give my mom a greeting for me... um!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ni Haolang was twisted into an inverted C-shape by Kun Ji'en and his mouth was covered.
"This is the fuck at the airport! Are you a dog?!"
"Woof..."
"..."
Jiang Songhe didn't bother to look back. When it was his turn, his image was being captured, leaving a hideous photo in the system.
"Tsk, is that how it looks when two men kiss?"
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