Tianyu Luming Villa A8.
By the kitchen sink.
Amid the sounds of running water and clinking dishes, Song Yecheng took the rinsed dishes from Jiang Que, drained them, wiped them dry, and placed them in the disinfection cabinet below one by one.
It was obviously a mechanical and boring housework, but he didn't know what nerve it touched in Song Yecheng. As he was doing it, he suddenly laughed for no reason.
Jiang Que turned around in confusion: "?"
Song Yecheng didn't explain. He just took the last two plates from him with a smile and put them away. He reached out to turn off the faucet, then pulled him closer, put his arm around his waist, looked at him and said with a smile: "I'm very happy now."
These words were actually a bit redundant, because at this moment he was emitting a lively aura, and his eyes seemed to contain countless golden elves wearing garlands and flying in circles, each of which was announcing his joyful mood.
"Why?" Jiang Que couldn't help but be infected by him, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
Song Yecheng said, "When I asked you to record your fingerprints last night, I was still thinking, what if you said you wanted to move out after the variety show? What reason would I find to let you stay? How would I introduce you to my parents? How would I be able to be with you? But after one night, all my problems were solved. I still feel it's so unreal, like I'm dreaming."
Jiang Que also had this unreal feeling, but he was shocked by the news that Song Yecheng's parents had arrived when he woke up early in the morning, and he didn't have time to feel it.
It was not until he heard these words that he finally came to his senses. It was as if someone had poured a glass of belated honey water into his heart, which overflowed and spread.
"I feel like I'm dreaming too." He smiled and blinked gently.
The two of them just snuggled up to each other quietly, with smiles in their eyes and on their lips, as if they were each digesting the changes in their circumstances that had occurred overnight. It was like walking on the clouds, and each step was light and airy.
After a long while, Jiang Que suddenly realized something and looked at Song Yecheng with amusement: "Don't you think... it's a bit silly for us to stand in the kitchen and smile at each other like this?"
It would have been better if this had not been mentioned. As soon as it was mentioned, Song Yecheng seemed to have been hit by the laughter point, and laughed even harder, so much so that Jiang Que also started laughing. The two of them were like two mentally retarded elementary school students, laughing foolishly at each other for no reason.
Ding Dong——
The doorbell rang at this moment.
They both turned their heads to look, but before they had time to think about who it could be, they heard someone outside the door starting a series of deadly explosions, "ding dong ding dong ding dong," as if they were rushing to put out a fire.
"Hey?" Song Yecheng was surprised. He couldn't understand who could ring his doorbell so confidently. He looked at Jiang Que in confusion, walked around the island and strode towards the entrance.
The door of the house was opened with a whoosh, almost bringing out a fierce sound of wind, and even more fierce than that was the black-faced door god standing outside the door - Liang Heming.
"Grandfather? Did your phone fall down the toilet and get flushed?!"
Liang Heming's Roaring Emperor physique had actually been almost dormant in the past few months since Song Yecheng joined the team. Until this afternoon when he finished his work, saw the message sent by Song Yecheng, and made countless phone calls but no one answered, his roaring soul finally returned to his body, and his blood pressure soared by several levels.
Song Yecheng felt his pocket and only then realized that his cell phone was not on him - after answering Qiu Mingyue's call in the morning, he sent a message to Liang Heming and then threw it on the bedside.
"Ah... yes," Song Yecheng said with a smile, "The phone is upstairs. Did you call me?"
His nonchalant attitude almost irritated Liang Heming to the point of causing a brain thrombosis. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to avoid a seizure. "How could I not call you after you sent such a bombshell?!"
He stretched out his hand and pushed Song Yecheng away, while changing his shoes and filling up his skill bar. After changing, he strode into the house like a cannonball: "It's been more than ten years! Yongquan has always worshipped you like a Buddha. What conditions have you not met? Oh, you are so good, just saying you don't want to sign? Come on, give me a reason, tell me why, why-"
He was talking non-stop, but when he turned around the entrance, he ran into Jiang Que who was walking towards him. The words in his mouth stopped for a moment, and it took him a long time to suddenly remember the last time Jiang Que moved in. Then he made up some unspeakable reason why Song Yecheng didn't answer the phone.
Jiang Que certainly didn't know what dimension his train of thought had reached, but he could make out a general idea from his outburst: "Are you talking about the Eternal Spring Water?"
Hearing this, Liang Heming's interrupted train of thought instantly returned to normal. "Yes, Teacher Bai is here too. Tell me—he's been working with Yongquan Water for over a decade, and you know how effective it is, right? And then he suddenly told me this morning he wasn't planning to renew the contract. Do you think he's just acting on impulse?"
Jiang Que couldn't help but be speechless.
Although Song Yecheng had said last night that "since Yongquan's advertisement is a hidden danger, then don't shoot it", he still thought it was just an alternative option. He never expected that Song Yecheng would put it into practice so quickly without hesitation and in a swift and decisive manner.
"Tsk," Song Yecheng pushed Liang Heming away, "Can you still have some professionalism? Why are you bringing him into my affairs?"
He walked up to Jiang Que and without further ado, took him in his arms and led him towards the stairs. His tone suddenly changed 180 degrees: "Why don't you go upstairs and catch up on some sleep? Didn't you sleep well this morning?"
Jiang Que knew that he was trying to get him out of the way, but he was clearly involved in this matter: "The water of the eternal spring..."
"Don't worry about that," Song Yecheng interrupted him with a nonchalant smile, "I have my own considerations, I'll tell you later."
Jiang Que wanted to say something, but the two of them had already reached the bottom of the stairs. Song Yecheng held his shoulders and pushed him up the steps: "Be good, go upstairs and take a nap first."
Jiang Que turned around and looked at him, hesitation evident in his eyes, but Song Yecheng clearly had no intention of giving him room for negotiation. He simply smiled and raised his chin: "Go quickly."
Jiang Que had no choice but to give up for the time being, turned around and walked up the stairs as he was told.
Seeing him go upstairs, Song Yecheng turned around, ignoring Liang Heming's dumbfounded expression at his disgusting words and actions, and went to the refrigerator to take out a bottle of green tea and threw it to him: "Come, cool down, sit down and talk."
Liang Heming was also very patient. He unscrewed the green tea and took a big gulp. Then he sat down opposite him at the kitchen island. While screwing the lid back on, he said, "Tell me, I want to hear what you can come up with—"
"I'm getting married." Song Yecheng said.
——Boom boom boom!
Liang Heming was like an old tree struck by lightning, his charred branches falling to the ground with a crackling sound. "W-What the hell?!"
"Which word don't you understand?"
Song Yecheng raised his eyebrows leisurely: "I want to marry Master Ji Yi, and we will have a marriage of grace."
"No," Liang Heming said, his entire body a bit confused, his speech system almost malfunctioning, "Who are you marrying?!"
Song Yecheng gave him a look that said "Are you kidding me?" Liang Heming blinked rapidly in disbelief, raised his hand hesitantly and pointed towards the stairs, with a row of question marks appearing above his head.
Song Yecheng nodded in confirmation: "Is this reason sufficient? I'm getting married, so I won't have time to shoot commercials in the second half of the year. It's that simple."
Liang Heming was clearly shocked, so much so that his mind wasn't clear. After a long moment of confusion, he said in disbelief, "You guys are moving too fast, aren't you? We're just joining a group together? And you're already... talking about marriage?!"
Song Yecheng shook his finger mysteriously: "You don't understand, we have known each other since childhood, and now this is called a long-awaited reunion."
Seeing his smug face, Liang Heming felt it was ridiculous and laughed dryly to express his lack of words. Then he remembered something: "No, even if it's marriage, it will take you half a year to get married?"
Song Yecheng said confidently: "Don't you have to hold a wedding banquet when you get married? Don't you have to spend time preparing for the wedding banquet? Don't you have to go on a honeymoon after the wedding? It's not like you haven't been married before, can you not be so ignorant?"
"..." Liang Heming hadn't expected to be criticized for something like this. He choked for a long time before saying with both anger and amusement, "The legal marriage leave is three days, and other people's late marriage leave is only fifteen days. You're taking half a year for your marriage leave?"
Song Yecheng smiled wryly: "Sorry, my boss is me."
This reason is indeed overbearing, and it can even explain the non-renewal - I am willing to do this at any cost.
Liang Heming couldn't help but accept it. He stared at him speechlessly for a while, and finally compromised with a smile: "...Okay."
After saying that, he concentrated for a moment, sorting out his messy thoughts, and then he said, "So when do you two plan to make it public?"
As an agent, he certainly cares about more than just resources. For someone like Song Yecheng, whose Weibo would explode with just a chance encounter, who knows how big a stir it would cause if their relationship was announced. He must make public relations preparations in advance.
However, to his surprise, Song Yecheng actually waved his hand nonchalantly: "You don't have to worry about this matter, and you don't have to make any preparations. I will make my own arrangements."
Half an hour later.
Liang Heming was sent to the door by Song Yecheng.
He lowered his head to change his shoes, and suddenly remembered something. He sneered and said with emotion, "You know what, you are quite foresighted."
Song Yecheng was confused: "What did I do?"
Liang Heming glanced at him. "Do you remember what you said when you and Tang Yao were trending? It's not a bad thing for you to bring up some gossip. You're going to be in a relationship and make it public sooner or later anyway, so just think of it as desensitizing your fans in advance—looking back now, this is like a godly prophecy."
Song Yecheng was struck by the word "prophecy" and laughed in an intriguing way - thinking back to when he said it, it was just a casual remark, and he never expected that "sooner or later" would come so soon.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Liang Heming said.
Song Yecheng waved his hand, and after he turned and left, he closed the door and stood there for a while. Then he shook his head with emotion, chuckled, and walked back.
As soon as he walked out of the entrance, he cried out "Ouch!" and was startled by Jiang Que who almost bumped into him: "You're not asleep?"
Jiang Que pursed his lips and said truthfully, "I didn't go up."
Song Yecheng glanced towards the corner of the stairs and immediately understood what he meant. He raised his hand and pinched his chin and shook it slyly: "Oh, you have also learned to eavesdrop?"
Just as he finished joking, he suddenly remembered the nonsense he had said to Liang Heming earlier. He cleared his throat a little guiltily and said calmly, "You're not scared, are you?"
Jiang Que knew he was referring to something about "marriage," but he also knew it was just an excuse for not having time to film commercials, so he didn't take it seriously. He just shook his head and said, "I was thinking about the Eternal Spring Water... eh?"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly flew into the air and was picked up horizontally by Song Yecheng by the knees.
He almost grabbed Song Yecheng's neck in a panic: "...What are you doing?"
Song Yecheng just smiled without saying a word, holding him and strode down the living room steps, laid him horizontally on the sofa, then leaned over and covered him, holding him tightly under him.
He rested his elbows on Jiang Que's ears, looking down at him from close up, smiling, "Do you know what it means to retreat at the peak of your career?"
At this distance, his presence was too strong, and Jiang Que couldn't concentrate on thinking at all. He caught the key words in his ears, but couldn't immediately understand his intention.
Fortunately, Song Yecheng didn't really need his answer. He twisted his fingers through the soft hair on his temples and patiently explained, "I have indeed cooperated with Yongquan for more than ten years, but that doesn't mean we will continue to cooperate forever. The lifespan of a brand can be very long, but my career peak has a time limit. Instead of waiting until the peak is about to decline and be passively replaced, it is better to take the initiative to change the status quo at the peak. Do you understand?"
Jiang Que certainly understood the principle that the full moon will wane and the overflowing water will overflow, but he was not convinced by these words, because he clearly knew that as long as Song Yecheng was willing, his peak period could obviously last for a long time. Not to mention twenty or thirty years, at least in the next ten years, he would not have to worry about the so-called "prosperity must decline".
The reason why he explained it this way at this moment was, after all, to make this decision seem natural, so that he wouldn't have to think too much and feel burdened.
Jiang Que sighed silently in his heart and was about to speak when Song Yecheng suddenly pecked him on the lips and said, "I haven't finished yet."
Jiang Que felt helpless and embarrassed, and could only blink with red ears, listening to him continue: "Actually, if I hadn't signed the contract for that variety show, I wouldn't even want to film it."
This was something Jiang Que hadn't expected: "Why?"
Song Yecheng traced his eyebrows with his fingertips, smiling like a child who had done something bad. "I just didn't want to go our separate ways after the movie was finished, so I dragged you to the variety show. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it."
As he spoke, he sighed calmly, buried his head in the crook of Jiang Que's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I finally understand Emperor Tang Minghuang now. With such a great treasure at his side, who the hell would want to attend the morning court? He just wants to stay at home and isolate himself from the world. He doesn't even want the country anymore."
The warm breath he breathed as he spoke made Jiang Que's neck tingle, and the implication in his words was that of a complete tyrant. Jiang Que was so amused that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He turned his head to the side before saying, "...you still want Jiangshan."
Song Yecheng raised his head: "?"
Jiang Que looked at him with a helpless smile: "I was hoping that the meager reward from the variety show could make up for the loss of your Eternal Spring Water."
Song Yecheng didn't expect to hear such a sentence. As if he had heard a joke, he said in disbelief: "Do you think I'm short of money?"
"I don't think so," Jiang Que said truthfully, "but just because you don't need it, I can't let you suffer losses with a clear conscience, right?"
Song Yecheng stared at him thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly nodded decisively: "Okay, then you can hand over all the royalties you earned before. I won't take them."
Jiang Que was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I really can't pay it back, I donated it all."
Song Yecheng was a little surprised: "All?"
"Well," Jiang Que said softly, "I only left one year's rent at that time."
Hearing this, Song Yecheng reacted quickly - at that time, Jiang Que felt that he was destined to return to the past, so from food, clothing, housing and transportation to savings, everything became insignificant and unimportant to him, because everything would be lost anyway, and he would have to start from scratch, and there was no so-called "future" worth planning for.
Thinking of this, Song Yecheng suddenly felt a little distressed, but he didn't show it. He just rolled his eyes and pretended to think: "Then... I'll pre-order the next one, or the next one will be fine."
Jiang Que couldn't help but laugh: "Those haven't been found yet, what if they can't be sold?"
To Song Yecheng, this sounded like groundless worry, because if Jiang Que had not yet opened up the copyright pre-signing, not to mention the next book, even the book to be written ten years later would have been bid up to an astronomical figure.
However, Song Yecheng did not refute. Instead, he raised his eyebrows in a pretentious manner, revealing an expression of "Oh, that's indeed worth worrying about", and then curled the corners of his mouth -
"Then you're in big trouble," he teased, scratching Jiang Que's nose, a smile like a star in his eyes, "You can only sell the rest of your life to me?"
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