Chapter 97

  Even thinking of his name can't help but make the corners of her lips rise, this is probably a symbolic sign of falling in love.

  So throughout the entire bathing process, even if no one else saw him, the young man with black hair still had a smile on his lips that captivated thousands of girls... After finishing his bath and changing into new clothes, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel on his head that Jiang Chuan handed to him, letting Jiang Chuan go take a shower. Jiang Chuan responded with a "yes" before turning around and entering the bathroom. Jian Ran went upstairs to get some clean clothes for him - while rummaging through the closet, he suddenly heard the sound of the door behind him being opened. He thought it was Jiang Chuan forgetting something, so without turning his head, he said: "I'm finding your pajamas, if you forgot something just tell me and I'll get it for you, why did you come out yourself? The heater just turned on upstairs, be careful not to catch a cold..."

  Before he could finish speaking, he felt a foot on his waist.

  The young man with black hair paused in his speech, turned around with a dark expression, and immediately saw Yuan Chen standing behind him, holding two cups of steaming hot milk - obviously brought up by the family members to give to Jiang Chuan and Zhen Ran. At this moment, the girl looked down at Zhen Ran from above, and the latter's lips twitched: "Miss, please note that your foot is stepping on the waist of a noble movie emperor."

  "My foot is intentionally stepping on the waist of the noble movie emperor, and I won't take it off before the noble movie emperor answers my question," Yuan Jincheng said calmly. "So now the question comes, please ask the noble movie emperor: Are some things that happen in your circle not quite the same as what ordinary people like us see?"

  "For example?"

  "For example, the whole world thinks that Jiang Chuan is pursuing Yuan Zhenran, but from my current dog's eye view, it seems that the situation is not like that," Yuan Zhenyan moved his feet away and squatted down in front of Zhenran, slightly tilting his head with a pair of eyes shining somewhat brightly in the orange-yellow light of the bedroom. "Jiang Chuan himself has a kind of straightforward masculine aura, which I can smell even through the TV screen, but now I feel that this aura is being destroyed by some unscrupulous gay guy——"

  "Who?"

  "You."

  “……”

  Yuan Jincan shook his head with a relieved expression: "The pig I've raised for over twenty years has finally learned to root up Chinese cabbage."

  "Get out of here!" Jingran pulled out a brand new pair of underwear from the dresser, waving it in her hand, "Don't talk nonsense! What if someone hears you, how embarrassing!"

  "I'm not blind, I speak with facts," Yuan Jincan placed two cups of milk on the bedside table, thought for a moment and turned her head to glance at the young man with black hair who looked shocked. After a pause, she changed to a slightly more serious tone and said slowly, "I think if you've considered it carefully, you might as well tell your family - don't rush to refute me, after all these years, I think your aunt has guessed some of this kind of thing, back then I figured it out myself, let alone she's your mom, your acting skills in life have never been very good, Emperor Ye..."

  He moved his lips slightly, but didn't speak. Seeing him so timid, Yuan Jingcan couldn't help but sigh and say with a shrug: "If it's Jiang Chuan, it wouldn't be too bad at home either. First of all, he's so handsome that you can tell at a glance that he's not a bad person..."

  He looked at Yuan Jincheng with a stern expression, the latter smiled at him shamelessly and continued: "Secondly, I think my family likes him too. Except for the little kid being a bit afraid of him, my grandma almost took him as her grandson - here, these two cups of milk were sent by her, she especially remembered that Jiang Chuan doesn't like sweet things, so there's one cup without sugar, it's the blue one - the pink one is yours, after all you have a girly heart."

  She slowly withdrew her paws from the blue cup and sat back on the bed: "You came running just to say this?"

  "I see you're hesitating, with one foot hovering outside the closet, unsure whether to come out or not. It's painful for me to watch - not because I'm heartbroken for you, but because it's triggering my OCD. Yuan Jincan patted his younger brother's shoulder, who had grown up with him since childhood, "So I came to give you a push, just to let you know that if one day you decide to come out, no matter if the whole world is against you, at least you'll have your family supporting you."

  "...". He fell silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you."

  "No need to be polite, compared to bringing back someone like Fang Yu who's a bit of an oddball, Jiang Chuan is actually not a bad choice - with this comparison, I think the whole family will slightly overlook your husband's gender issue."

  "Alright, on the day I come out of the closet, be sure to bring your family's Fang Yu over for a comprehensive comparison."

  "Charged."

  "Jiang Chuan gave."

  Yuan Jincan hugged her arms and smiled, then picked up the underwear and towel for Jiang Chuan and walked shoulder to shoulder with her out of the house. Downstairs, she knocked on the glass door in front of the bathroom, which was opened, and a burst of steam came out, followed by Jiang Chuan's wet face: "What took you so long?"

  "Sparkling ran up and disturbed me for a moment."

  He handed the clothes in his hand to Jiang Chuan, while forcefully controlling his eyes not to scan around randomly. The latter took the clothes with one hand and stared at his face seriously with those azure eyes for a moment. After a short while, he raised his hand and quickly pinched his cheek: "What did you say that made you so happy?"

  He was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face: "Do I look happy?"

  "Uh-huh."

  He tossed out a sentence, and the man looked at him again before turning around to enter the bathroom to get dressed. Only then did Jian Yan stand alone in front of the bathroom door, lost in thought. At this time, Yuan Jincheng had cleaned up the midnight snack bowls and walked past his side, glancing over and sighing "Wang Fu Shi" as he floated into the kitchen... Jian Yan's mind went blank for a few seconds, and like a zombie, he went upstairs to return to his room. He lay down on the bed, turned over, and just then, Jiang Chuan pushed open the door and walked in. After scanning the room, his first words were: "Where do I sleep?"

  He yawned and stretched, then flipped over to give up half of the bed. He patted his rumpled side: "This."

  Jiang Chuan didn't refuse either, put down his things and lay down, holding the quilt and turning over: "The milk on the bedside table has been drunk."

  "I won't drink."

  "What's wrong?"

  Jiang Chuan: "I'm afraid you'll poison me."

  He yawned again, narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a somewhat sleepy voice: "You actually saw through it, you're really clever. I've been brewing this for seven and a half steps all night, don't drink it, if you do, tonight you'll definitely be crying and begging me..."

  Jiang Chuan smiled lightly and picked up the cup of milk that had been left to warm up slightly, drinking it down. After finishing, he went to the bathroom in his room to rinse his mouth and then lay back down on the bed. As he lay down, he turned off the light - when the room fell into darkness, Jiang Chuan, who was originally still drowsy, suddenly became more alert. He opened his half-closed eyes and looked at the man lying beside him, quietly closing his eyes, and for some reason, he felt that this angle was somewhat familiar.

  “……”

  Thinking carefully, this angle is indeed familiar - only at that time he was still a hamster, squatting on Jiang Chuan's pillow leaning against his ear and sleeping next to his head, listening to him say some pre-sleep thoughts... Thinking of this, Jin Yan felt a bit nostalgic, couldn't help but reach out to touch Jiang Chuan's ear, the latter didn't move or open his eyes, just suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Can't sleep, huh?"

  He covered himself with his quilt and kicked Jiang Chuan through the quilt: "Suddenly spirited."

  "Want to do something else?"

  As he spoke, Jian Ran suddenly felt the man's hand reaching out from under the other blanket and grabbing his hand, pulling it towards him. His hand was pulled out of his own warm blanket into Jiang Chuan's side, which was a bit cold since the man had just gotten into bed. The tips of his fingers slid across the sheet, making a "rustling" sound. When Jian Ran felt his fingertips touch Jiang Chuan's solid thigh muscles, he let out an "ah" and almost jumped off the bed. As he quickly pulled his hand back, he heard Jiang Chuan say coolly, "Is my second brother growing thorns or something? Every time I touch you, it's always this reaction?"

  "Good night."

  "In the darkness, the man revealed a helpless expression: 'Yuan Jinyan, what's going on with you?'"

  He tightly grasped the quilt in his hand, a pair of black pupils flashing with tense light: "Nothing."

  "Do you know how weird it is that I'm almost thirty and still a virgin?"

  "You're only thirty years old."

  "Four lost five entered, you already are."

  "Go to hell, who calculates like this."

  "Tell me what's going on," Jiang Chuan said impatiently, "don't change the subject."

  "It's nothing." The young black-haired man said, unconvincingly shrinking into his quilt, "I just don't like touching others, and I don't like being touched by others - what's wrong with that?"

  Although his tone sounded harsh, he still had half of his face exposed outside the quilt, seemingly gazing tensely at the man sleeping beside him.借着窗外的月光，谨然看见男人无声地微微蹙眉，他停顿了下微微一愣，片刻之后，也不知道怎么想的，还是小心翼翼地从被子里将手伸出来，飞快地碰了碰男人皱在一起的眉间，感觉到男人似乎是因为片刻的怔愣而稍稍松开眉，他长吁了一口气，用平静的声音小声嘟囔：“睡吧。”

  He said, almost subconsciously rubbing a certain part of his waist in the quilt - the soft pajamas rubbed against it, seeming to bring a scorching pain, hiding under the thick quilt. The young black-haired man under the quilt trembled slightly and quickly withdrew his hand.

  He knew it was all his own illusion.

  After all, so many years have passed.

  ……

  He stayed at home and rested for three days, during which he witnessed with his own eyes how his "future daughter-in-law" quickly conquered his family in a short time. When he realized that his position as the "darling son" was about to be threatened, he finally managed to take Jiang Chuan and a pile of luggage to the airport on the second day of the Lunar New Year, where Fang Yu, as their agent, was waiting for them at the capital airport.

  The premiere of "Mysterious Seed" was held in Berlin, and apart from the crew members, a few main actors, and Jin Ran, who will have more scenes in the second part, the rest were representatives sent by investors. He had always been unable to remember the names of foreign companies and foreigners, so even if the organizer really showed him a list of names, he didn't really pay attention.

  Anyway, when the time comes, there will be a special translator to help introduce him, he just needs to stand there and smile - he doesn't believe that those Germans would have much interest in him, a language disorder patient.

  As the plane was about to take off, it started snowing heavily outside again. Looking out of the window, everything was covered in a thick layer of snow, and the airport had come to a complete standstill, waiting for the snow to stop... Sitting on the plane while waiting was really boring, so Jian took out his phone and turned it on, calling home and Fang Yu separately to tell them that he was stuck on the plane. Then he called Li Rui to confirm that the filming of "Chuan Na" would start in mid-March after the New Year, briefly telling him about his recent schedule before hanging up the phone.

  After making a few phone calls, Jian Yan looked at his mobile phone and found that he didn't have many people to contact.

  He grabbed his phone and went online for a while, browsing around but feeling bored. He then played mobile games - pushing boxes. Of course, in the end, he couldn't get past certain levels and had to ask Jiang Chuan for help. The latter easily passed the levels that had been troubling him all day, even leaving the last few steps for Jian Ran to complete himself. Watching Jian Ran excitedly take over and enjoy the music after passing the level, the man curled up his lip: "With this IQ, you still want me to play games with you?"

  Jian Ran: "......"

  Jiang Chuan: "You can't even play this old man's game of pushing a cart."

  "You're so annoying."

  Jianran then refused to ask for help from Jiangchuan, so after struggling for 15 minutes, he still had no idea about the current level, and in a huff, he turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket. With a distracted mind, he repeatedly watched the trailer of "Mysterious Seeds" that he had downloaded earlier, and at the end of the trailer, there were the names of investors, Jianran tried to remember two of them - but found that he really couldn't remember them no matter what.

  "No need to remember so clearly," Jiang Chuan originally had his head down, looking at a thick original book, couldn't bear the violent atmosphere that was constantly being added by the people around him, and finally raised his head to remind kindly, "Generally, there is a larger rights group behind this kind of investor, they are the real money makers, it's not very useful for you to try so hard to please the investors, and you can't see the real backstage boss."

  "There are also people who act as intermediaries." Jian Yan glanced around and changed the subject, "I just want to find something to do..."

  Jiang Chuan heard this and seemed to have an epiphany, raising his head to glance at Jian Ran. A moment later, he suddenly asked with a blank expression: "What's going on with you?"

  "What's going on?"

  "You've been fidgeting since just now." Jiang Chuan slightly furrowed his brow, seeing the young black-haired man wanting to speak up, and slowly interrupted him with a tone that carried a hint of warning, "Don't tell me you're nervous about the upcoming premiere ceremony - after all, you should have attended countless similar premieres already; nor do I want to hear that you're worried about box office numbers - this movie has a world-class production team, production company, and cast, the script is on-trend with its post-apocalyptic theme, and the trailer's reception has been great, it's impossible for it to bomb."

  Silently and weakly closed his mouth.

  Jiang Chuan slammed his book shut and asked again, "What's going on?"

  "It's been a long time since I've been to Germany," Jianran adjusted the scarf around his neck, and at the same time pressed down on the duck tongue cap on his head. With a vague tone, he said, "I thought I would never set foot in that country again in this lifetime, not even half a step."

  The scarf covered half of his face, and the remaining half was hidden under a lowered duckbill cap. From Jiang Chuan's angle, it was impossible to see what expression he had on his face. The man fell silent for a moment, as if recalling something, his facial expression solidified, and then slowly said, "This time is different."

  "What?" Jing Yan was slightly taken aback.

  "That's my territory." The man pursed his lips and said in a not-too-pleasant tone, "I'm watching, no one dares to climb over your head."

  “……”

  Staring at the man beside him for a while, after a long time, in the midst of the serious atmosphere around them, he suddenly and extremely inappropriately let out a "pu" sound and burst into laughter. He laughed more and more happily, unable to help himself, and patted Jiang Chuan's shoulder, who still had a serious face: "Great, I actually brought a huge backer..."

  The irony in his tone is self-evident.

  Jiang Chuan didn't show any anger, but instead simply patted down the paw that was on his shoulder and calmly lowered his head to read his book.

  ……

  On February 13th, at 8:00 am Beijing time and 1:00 am German time, the plane landed safely at Berlin Airport.

  Seventeen hours of continuous long-haul flights, even for someone who often flies around, feels quite unbearable. When getting off the plane, his feet were swollen and couldn't fit into shoes, and his face looked a bit unsightly. Fortunately, the production team had sent someone to pick him up, so he didn't have to suffer much. As he walked out of the VIP passage, he saw a row of luxury cars waiting outside, apparently for the high-profile guests being received at Berlin Airport today - among them were about seven or eight cars surrounded by people who looked like bodyguards.

  A young man with black hair limped along, carrying his small bag, and muttered to himself: "Damn it, which underworld prince is returning home? This attitude, huh?"

  She glanced at him speechlessly, then suddenly asked: "Where's Jiang Chuan?"

  Jian thought to himself, "It seems like I haven't seen Jiang Chuan since we got off the plane. What the...?" He thought he had said this was his territory and told me not to worry, but as soon as we got off the plane, he disappeared. Jian immediately turned around to look for him, and when he turned his head, he saw Jiang Chuan slowly following behind them, with both hands empty and stuffed into his jacket pockets, and a double-shoulder backpack on his back - from a distance, he looked like an ordinary university student who was somewhat handsome. As if sensing Jian's gaze, he raised his head and asked expressionlessly, "What?"

  What I really want to say is that you're so far away from us, and the staff even put you in the VIP channel? What kind of security is this? But thinking about it, I still asked honestly: "Where's your luggage?"

  The man being questioned puckered his lips but replied calmly: "See you off, then I'll turn around and fetch it."

  Is this okay too?

  He was taken aback for a moment.

  "Why don't you go first, or I'll take you back to the hotel and have the staff send you over? You're wasting money on a taxi...". Jian Yan stretched his neck to look around, then discovered that the bodyguards of those seven or eight cars seemed to be staring at them with piercing eyes. This sudden movement also startled him, and he muttered "What are they looking at", unable to help but hide behind the tall man in front of him. He asked again, "Isn't it quite far for you to go get your luggage now?"

  "None of your business." Jiang Chuan said curtly, "Mind your own affairs, don't bother with me."

  He nodded and said "oh", at this time, Fang Yu, who had already dragged his luggage far away, also turned back to urge him to hurry up. Jian Ran could only withdraw his gaze, limping and staggering, taking three glances back while walking towards his car. When he arrived at the car door, he couldn't help but turn back again to look at Jiang Chuan, finding that the man was still standing in place, motionless, staring at him. At this moment, the snowflakes falling from the sky through the gaps between buildings landed on his shoulders, and the man wearing light-colored clothes almost merged with the background.

  With a slight movement in his heart, he raised his hand and waved it at him, smiling: "Don't be late tomorrow, the address is on the post."

  Jiang Chuan nodded in understanding.

  "Dress more formally."

  Jiang Chuan furrowed his brow, seemingly quite dissatisfied with this request, yet still nodded reluctantly.

  Reluctantly, he finally got on the bus.

  Then the window came down and the person inside stretched out a hand and waved at him again. This time, the man finally couldn't help but say: "Hand!"

  His hand immediately withdrew.

  The car window slowly rose, until the car sent by Claire's company gradually drove out of the man's line of sight. The man who had been standing still from head to toe let out a long sigh, collected all the emotions on his face, and gently swept away the snowflakes that had fallen on his shoulder. He turned around, and the bodyguards who had been standing far behind him, staring at this side with eager eyes, quickly approached him. The one walking in front was a middle-aged man dressed more elegantly, with a neat hairstyle and a straight suit. He came to Jiang Chuan's face, bowed respectfully, and called out: "Young Master."

  Jiang Chuan glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "Bill, I remember warning you guys not to come pick me up."

  When speaking in German, it's a completely different stiffness compared to speaking Chinese with someone else just a second ago.

  That middle-aged man slightly bowed: "BSS is worried."

  A flash of discontent flickered in the azure eyes, and such emotions were perfectly captured by all the bodyguards around him. Everyone looked at each other and then retreated a step to give way to the man standing in the middle. He took a step forward, walking towards one of the seven or eight luxury cars parked there, got into the back seat, closed the door, leaned against the seat, and let out a long sigh, saying slowly: "Really don't want to come back."

  The middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "Young master is joking, BSS would be overjoyed if you were willing to come back."

  The man sitting in the back seat with his head against the window sneered and curled up the corner of his mouth. As the car slowly started, he looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, paused for a moment, and then seemed to remember something and said: "Go home and get me a suit to send for processing, wear it tomorrow."

  The middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat blinked, turned his head and seemed to be surprised at the person in the back seat. "Young Master, it's already good that you're willing to attend the premiere of 'Mysterious Seed' tomorrow. With your identity, there's actually no need——"

  I'm happy.

  “……”

  The man said as he turned his head towards the window, indicating that he refused to continue entangling himself in this matter. At this time, the car fell into a brief silence. After a long while, the middle-aged man sitting in the front seat responded with a "yes", and the man looked at the familiar scenery outside the window from start to finish with an expressionless face.

  Heavy snow is falling outside the window.