After Jiang Shunnian effortlessly defused two hostile questions in a row, even the host knew better than to try a third time if she wasn’t an idiot.
She was a bit unwilling to let it go, but she had no choice except to pipe down and dutifully prompt the others to follow the process.
Jiang Shunnian wasn’t sure if this host had been arranged by the Qin Family—he had a feeling she hadn’t—but he decided to look into it anyway. They were in the thick of clashing with the Qin Family right now, and he didn’t want to get blindsided by some half-baked scheme.
No one had expected the promotional effect to explode like this. The production team was practically ready to worship the ground Jiang Shunnian walked on.
They’d originally planned to buy a few trending topics to boost the hype, but now? By riding on Nono’s fame, their drama’s reservations had skyrocketed, breaking past 1.2 million.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
Before the promo events kicked off, they’d only scraped under 100,000 reservations thanks to the reincarnation gimmick and the original novel fans.
Jiang Shunnian got a huge bonus red packet in the group chat from the executive producer, with strict instructions to pass it on to President Nuo as thanks for all the massive traffic he’d brought in.
It left Jiang Shunnian chuckling wryly.
After helping Lu Yunchuan pay for his purchase, Nono picked out a long down jacket for Jiang Shunnian too. Dad would be jetting around the country for promo events, and it’d get freezing up north—this jacket would come in handy.
He didn’t even ask the price, just paid with his smartwatch.
The store clerk had recognized Nono. Seeing that charming little figure pay so casually, her face stayed composed, but inside she was screaming. It had been a while, and Nono’s features had grown even more exquisitely adorable. Every gesture carried a touch of the refined poise of a young heir from a wealthy family.
It made her wonder just what kind of stunning presence adult Nono would have in a dozen years or so.
The staff would arrange to deliver the clothes straight to their place. Next, Nono bought Dad two pairs of sunglasses—Dad was going to get more and more famous, so he’d need them to shield his face.
And he got an identical pair for Big Dad too. Fu Yanli was thrilled: couple sunglasses personally picked out by his son.
As soon as the event wrapped, Jiang Shunnian told Fu Yanli about the host’s antagonism. Fu Yanli took it seriously and immediately sent people to investigate.
The results came back fast. The host definitely hadn’t been planted by the Qin Family, but she did have some connection to them.
Her husband was a washed-up male celebrity who’d set his sights on Baby Travel Plan. He’d pulled strings everywhere to get on the show with their kid for a comeback shot. But their child didn’t make the cut—instead, Jiang Shunnian and Nono got on, and they blew up overnight.
She figured Jiang Shunnian had stolen her husband’s chance. And somewhere along the line, she’d heard he’d crossed Qin Guanyue, so she thought targeting him would curry favor with the Qin Family. All those reasons piled up, leading her to snipe at him during the event.
Once Jiang Shunnian knew it wasn’t the Qin Family’s doing, he didn’t want to dwell on it and headed to the next city for promo.
But Fu Yanli wasn’t about to let anyone who messed with his wife off the hook. He had people dig up dirt on the host’s husband and leak it. Turns out the guy didn’t just have a habit of hitting on crew couples—he was also into soliciting escorts.
And the investigation uncovered something even wilder, which they dumped out too.
Back when her husband was still her best friend’s boyfriend, the host had her eye on him, seeing him as a promising catch. She schemed to seduce him, and they both betrayed her friend.
But the guy’s acting was stiff and greasy. He’d had a brief flash of fame before the market spat him out and capital dumped him.
The host had considered divorce, but she was too proud to admit she’d picked a dud—especially now that they were married with a kid, and her looks weren’t top-tier enough to snag another decent mark. So she’d been desperate to revive her husband’s career.
She never imagined she’d kicked an iron plate like Jiang Shunnian.
The guy was so thoroughly has-been that the scandal barely cracked the top five trends. It lingered mid-list for half a day before new news pushed it out.
But their marriage was shattered beyond repair.
Jiang Shunnian knew this sudden exposé was Fu Yanli’s handiwork—a show of support. So he said, “Thanks.” Fu Yanli wasn’t having any of that politeness and straight-up made a demand: once the promo tour was done and he got home, Jiang Shunnian had to take the initiative and kiss him.
Jiang Shunnian pretended not to see it.
The rest of the events went off without a hitch, with fantastic results. Starlight Bestowed on You‘s reservations hit 2.3 million, barely scraping into “hit” territory.
By the time the final stop wrapped, it was already 7 p.m., and the sky was overcast. The forecast called for sleet.
His assistant asked about flight times. Jiang Shunnian checked the booking site and snagged a 9:50 p.m. flight that would land around midnight. No hesitation.
He missed Nono terribly—of course, he missed Fu Yanli a bit too.
Yu Yanchen was flying straight to the set for the script read-through, so they parted ways, agreeing to catch up over the year-end break. Jiang Shunnian grabbed a quick bite with his assistant and headed to the airport.
They’d video-chatted almost daily during this stretch. Wanting to surprise Fu Yanli, Jiang Shunnian didn’t tell him he was coming home tonight. Instead, he texted that he was beat and wanted an early night.
Fu Yanli replied “Okay” and added, I’ll miss you.
Jiang Shunnian grinned, imagining pulling off a sudden magic appearance on Fu Yanli—wonder if he’d be thrilled.
Before takeoff, fine rain mixed with snow like salt grains fell from the sky, making Jiang Shunnian briefly worry the flight might get canceled. Luckily, this airline was hardcore about flying in bad weather and rarely axed flights. He boarded smoothly and even landed half an hour early.
Jiang Shunnian had Fu Yanli’s scarf wrapped around his neck from before the trip, covering most of his face, topped with a hat that hid his features. He told his assistant, “You’ve worked hard these days. Take a few off now.”
“Thanks, Brother Jiang,” Li Hehe said happily.
They wheeled their luggage out of the airport and were about to call a ride when, at the terminal exit, they spotted a man standing silently.
He wore a dark cashmere overcoat, his tall, upright figure striking. His handsome face carried an air of noble composure.
No telling how long he’d been waiting, but the instant Jiang Shunnian’s figure appeared, his gaze locked on and he strode over, smoothly taking the luggage.
Jiang Shunnian stared at Fu Yanli in a daze, only reacting after a beat: “How’d you know I was coming back tonight?”
Had the assistant spilled? No way—he’d told Hehe to keep it quiet.
Fu Yanli naturally took Jiang Shunnian’s hand, enveloping his slightly cool fingers: “No one told me. I guessed. Shunnian, the moment I guessed… I was already surprised.”
No wonder everyone loved sweet nothings, loved being cherished like this. Jiang Shunnian could barely hold back the swell of affection—he wanted to hug Fu Yanli right then.
But he reined it in.
They walked side by side. Fu Yanli had arranged two cars—one to send the assistant home.
She cheerfully bid them goodbye and hopped in. Fu Yanli opened the door for Jiang Shunnian.
The partition in this SUV’s back seat was up, and it was spacious as hell.
It only hit Jiang Shunnian after he slid in.
The car had just pulled out when a hand landed on his waist, yanking him sideways. Jiang Shunnian tumbled right into Fu Yanli’s arms. He started to lift his head, but Fu Yanli’s kiss came down dense and unrelenting.
They made out in the car. Jiang Shunnian was terrified the driver up front would hear, so he clamped down, not daring to make a sound.
But that only egged Fu Yanli on. Not only did he ravage Jiang Shunnian’s lips and tongue, his hand slipped under the hem of his clothes, tracing his waistline… then sliding upward…
Jiang Shunnian’s body trembled lightly. He instinctively burrowed into Fu Yanli’s chest, trying to evade those fingers, but the kiss had left him dazed, utterly strengthless to resist.
When the endless kiss finally broke, Jiang Shunnian lay in Fu Yanli’s arms, already drowsy.
“Sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you when we get home,” Fu Yanli said, his fingers still gripping Jiang Shunnian’s shoulder, drawing him closer.
Jiang Shunnian swore he meant to sleep—but Fu Yanli’s presence down there was way too insistent.
Just a kiss, and he’s this worked up? Jiang Shunnian tried shifting position, only for Fu Yanli to pin him, chuckling low: “Shunnian, at this height, I make a pretty decent pillow, don’t you think?”
Jiang Shunnian: “…”
So this is the baguette’s new job?
Still, he insisted on being normal about it, adjusting to pillow on Fu Yanli’s thigh instead.
Fu Yanli chuckled again.
The car pulled smoothly into the underground garage just as Jiang Shunnian woke. The thought of seeing Nono soon had him itching to get home.
Nono was already asleep, long lashes fanned quietly like a little angel.
Jiang Shunnian gazed tenderly at his son for a moment, tucked in his blanket corner, and tiptoed out.
But Nono must’ve sensed Dad was back—he woke up. Seeing him, he rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a dream. Confirming Dad was really home early, Nono lit up with excitement: “Daddy, you’re back! I missed you so much!”
He stretched out his little arms, begging for a hug.
Jiang Shunnian scooped him up right away: “I missed Nono too, so I came back early to surprise you.”
“I am surprised, Daddy.” Nono was as sweet-talking as Fu Yanli. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“Of course.”
Fu Yanli didn’t even get a chance to object before he watched helplessly as Jiang Shunnian carried Nono back to their bedroom and plopped him in the middle of the big bed.
Fine. They’d shared a bed before thanks to Nono playing wingman—he shouldn’t burn that bridge.
Or wait till Nono’s out, then get intimate in the bathroom. That’d be even hotter.
But while coaxing Nono, Jiang Shunnian ended up coaxing himself to sleep too.
Fu Yanli stared at the sleeping father-son duo, unwilling to wake Jiang Shunnian.
A thought bubbled up: I don’t have anything major tomorrow morning anyway.
The next morning, Jiang Shunnian dropped Nono at kindergarten and came home to find Fu Yanli still there, not off to work.
“You’re not going in today?” Jiang Shunnian asked, puzzled.
He didn’t get an answer—Fu Yanli had already scooped him up and was carrying him toward the bedroom.
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