When Jiang Chi and the others arrived at the film set, they went straight to the dressing room.
As soon as the door opened, a deep, languid male voice taunted, "Jiang, you've really kept me waiting. Believe me or not, I'll expose you to the paparazzi for being arrogant and mistreating your employees..."
Jiang Chi entered without even raising his eyelids and said, "Then let's also tell him about how makeup artist Tang Yan went on a drunken rampage and buried himself in the park overnight, thinking he was a seed..."
"Jiang Chi, you said you wouldn't tell anyone!" Tang Yan glared, gritting his teeth in panic, and said hatefully, "You—wait, what?"
Tang Yan saw the child following behind Jiang Chi and asked uncertainly, "Is this you...?"
Jiang Chi: "...Little sister."
Tang Yan asked doubtfully, "My own sister?"
Jiang Chi paused for a moment, glanced at him, and said, "How can my uncle's daughter not be considered a blood relative?"
He said that if someone is related to you, then they are related to you.
"Really?" Tang Yan noticed the two candies in the young man's hand. "Seriously? You're so old and still eating candy?"
Jiang Chi, contrary to his usual behavior, chuckled softly, "I have it, you don't."
"..."
You're acting all superior over just two candies? Seriously!
Tang Yan is about the same age as Jiang Chi and is already one of the top makeup artists in the Chinese entertainment industry. Now she is Jiang Chi's personal makeup artist.
He is extremely handsome.
Her black hair was slightly long, with two strands of wolf hair casually gathered around her neck. Her narrow eyes had an indescribable, upturned look at the corners, and her lips, which were of moderate thickness, were naturally stained red. Whenever she looked at someone, it was as if she was teasing them.
He had a silver stud in his lip, sparkling earrings on his earlobes, and wore a Chanel-style jacket studded with diamonds.
This was the first time Chaochao had ever seen such a "dazzling" person.
As they walked over, they almost became a human mosaic.
Tang Yan bent down to look Chaochao in the eye and greeted her with interest: "Jiang Chi, what's your name?"
Chaochao was blinded by the light and quietly tilted her head back. "My name is Chaochao~"
"Chao Chao—" Tang Yan deliberately dragged out the tone, looking at the three-year-old child in front of him, the more he looked, the wider the smile on his lips became.
So fucking cute.
Tang Yan smiled slowly and said, "My name is Tang Yan. I'm your brother's friend. You can call me Brother Tang."
Upon hearing this, Brother Hong became extremely anxious and desperately tried to signal to Jiang Chi with his eyes.
Look at him! Look at him! You need to do something about it!
Why am I the uncle?!
Jiang Chi's lips twitched as he dodged Hong Ge's "muscle Barbie" glare. "He's so old, why is he still acting like a child?"
Jiang Chi didn't react to Tang Yan's request for Chaochao to call him "brother".
If you don't let them call you that, they'll definitely go crazy.
Tang Yan was very tall. When Chaochao looked up at him, the light from the overhead lamp made the rhinestones on his shoulders sparkle.
Chaochao couldn't help but reach out and cover her eyes, leaving a gap between her fingers. Her clear, bright almond-shaped eyes gazed softly at him, and she inadvertently blurted out her innermost thoughts.
"Brother Tang, you're so bright!"
The childish voice fell to the ground, unaware that to the others in the room it sounded like:
"Brother Tang, you're so handsome!"
Jiang Chi pursed his lips.
Tang Yan was taken aback, then a tremor ran through his throat, and a low laugh escaped his lips, a delighted smile appearing in his fox-like eyes.
"Thank you for the kind words, Chaochao!"
Chaochao tilted her head, not quite understanding why she should thank her, since she hadn't really helped.
The child's bewildered expression undoubtedly pleased Tang Yan once again.
Look, look, children are the most sincere and never lie.
Tang Yan said to Jiang Chi, "Let's make a deal, can I borrow your sister for a couple of days?"
Jiang Chi glanced at him coldly, then turned to his assistant Jiajia and said casually, "By the way, tell the paparazzi that Tang Yan got peed on by a stray dog in the park when he was acting as a seed agent—"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Tang Yan took a deep breath and curled his lip in disdain.
Ha, so many top-tier celebrities wanted to work with him back then, why did I choose Jiang Chi, who had just debuted?
It's all because he's obsessed with looks!
Damn it, he deserved it all after all.
Tang Yan resigned himself to his fate.
But thinking of her charm that appeals to all ages, Tang Yan, she still picked up the lotion in a good mood and prepared to apply foundation to Jiang Chi.
Jiang Chi looked at his worthless smile in the mirror, raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Did you get sheep placenta injections? The skin's all stretched out."
Tang Yan didn't care at all. He curled his lips into a smug smile and said, "You're just jealous of my beauty. No, you're jealous that Chaochao praises me for being beautiful."
Jiang Chi: "Believe it or not, I really will turn you into Ru Hua?"
The fist hardened.
Chaochao, who had been troubled by questions since she entered the door, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She moved closer to Tang Yan, her big eyes filled with sincere curiosity: "Brother Tang...did the plant you planted that day sprout later?"
Will it sprout if she plants it in the soil? Chaochao likes to eat peaches, so will it grow into a peach tree?
Tang Yan: "..."
Jiang Chi loosened his fist.
The smile wouldn't disappear; it would simply shift from Tang Yan's face to his.
Tang Yan was doing Jiang Chi's makeup and hair when Hong Ge, looking at the lonely little boy, suddenly remembered something and whispered in Jiang Chi's ear, "Have you prepared anything for Chaochao? Diapers, bottles, rattles, etc..."
He saw that this was how his cousin would coax his niece.
Jiang Chi hissed; he had indeed forgotten about it.
Before they could even speak, Tang Yan said slowly, "Why don't you take a look at the little kid first?"
On the other side of the dressing table, there was Chaochao, who was not very tall, skillfully climbing onto the chair using the footstool, turning her small backpack up to her chest, and taking out her children's water bottle, sketchbook, markers, etc.
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