Two trending topics sat one after the other on the charts, their contents somewhat similar.
Fu-exec, the Quintessential Jinjiang Dominant CEO#
Jiang Shunnian Embodies “Stunning Beauty” Like Never Before#
This was peak traffic hour, so plenty of people spotted the tags, got curious, and clicked in.
And then they couldn’t tear themselves away for the rest of the day.
One was Fu Yanli, the strikingly handsome group chairman standing at 190cm with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, exuding an air of noble composure. His responses during the interview were gems, every word polished to perfection, as if he’d truly stepped out of a novel.
The other was Jiang Shunnian in full opera costume, his figure graceful and seductive, his beauty so otherworldly it didn’t seem real—an acting powerhouse whose singing was melodious and captivating, every expression intoxicating.
The two hailed from completely different worlds with no apparent overlap, but some CP shippers—maybe after staring too long—started feeling like they just fit.
[Is it just me, or do the suited-up CEO and the opera beauty have this subtle CP vibe?]
[Awooo, count me in! I’ve always thought “trophy wife” suits Jiang Shunnian way better than “married man.” He totally needs a dominant CEO to dote on him.]
[Anyone got a super topic or group? Let’s ship this!]
[Don’t Fu-exec and Jiang Shunnian both have wives? This might be kinda iffy… but… add me! We’ll keep it in our bubble, no KY-ing outsiders.]
[Exactly, total respect to their wives. We’re just shipping in private.]
And so, a low-key CP super topic quietly popped up. They figured it’d just be a handful of fans at first, but nope—fellow shippers flooded in, swelling the numbers to hundreds in no time.
Even a famous fan artist big shot parachuted in, declaring the pair sparked major inspiration. They’d drop some CP fanart as the signature post soon.
The PR manager at Fu Corporation brewed a cup of tea, bundled up screenshots of the trending topics and the CP super topic, and fired them off to Fu Yanli. Sure enough, the reply came back: a raise for the entire PR department.
Last time Fu Yanli had gone viral from the new product livestream launch, it wasn’t just his charm—it was the PR team’s savvy operations. They had sharp eyes and experience, crafting him a stellar online persona.
This time was the same. Spotting both men trending, they orchestrated a quick maneuver, slotting their tags side by side. No need for guidance; CP shippers multiplied on their own.
This way, when Madam made the official announcement about Fu-exec someday, they’d have a ready-made wave of supporters.
Boss and Madam really are a perfect match!
And future President Nuo is something to look forward to too. Working at Fu Corporation is getting more promising by the day.
Fu Yanli forwarded the CP super topic to Jiang Shunnian. He was stunned—these shippers would pair anything, and they’d nailed the real deal.
Intrigued, he made a burner account to lurk. Fu Yanli joined incognito with the ID “Jiang Shunnian Is My Wife.”
Then the group admin “Jiang Shunnian’s Husband” @’d him: Sister, our Shunnian only has one husband, and that’s me lol, thanks.
Jiang Shunnian Is My Wife: Mine.
He followed up by dropping a massive red envelope in the group.
A huge one—five figures.
The “Jiang Shunnian’s Husband” ID visibly switched to “Jiang Shunnian’s Lover” at warp speed.
Fu Yanli then privately red-packaged the fan artist, urging her to create ASAP. If it turned out great, extra pay on top.
She fired back: Starting tonight!
Though the new CP super topic was fresh, it already boasted a whale “sister,” a big-name artist—what more could you want? Add a few content-creating aunties later, and it’d be luxury tier.
With cash fueling it, the artist whipped out the signature fanart in days: a suited Fu Yanli with one arm around Jiang Shunnian’s slim waist, gazing down at him with the commanding gaze of a superior. Jiang Shunnian in opera garb, waist arched slightly, head tilted up at Fu Yanli—like a butterfly pinned in place, beautiful yet fragile.
Just a shared glance, but the tension was electric, enough to inspire thousands of fanfic words.
The art style was gorgeous, strokes delicate—pure god-tier.
The super topic felt like New Year’s. Everyone was shipping, and newbies were feasting from the jump.
Fu Yanli loved the image too, saving it as his phone wallpaper.
Jiang Shunnian’s crew digs were solid, thanks to Fu Yanli’s generous investment. They’d booked out a star-rated hotel entirely; his suite matched the leads’, but no one was jealous. For one, he clearly had backers. For two, with his looks and skills, he was destined to blow up—antagonizing him was dumb.
Entertainment circle folks were sharp, always hyping the rising and kicking the falling. Loads of actors cozied up to Jiang Shunnian, offering to run lines. He stayed humble and low-key, handling it all smoothly.
Meanwhile, at the International Economic Summit, post-interviews kicked off the main sessions. Besides catching up with old friend Lucien, Fu Yanli ran into Qin Guanting.
Qin Group was in hot water lately—reputation tanked, internal messes everywhere. They shouldn’t have made the cut.
Yet here was Qin Guanting, schmoozing like he owned the place, utterly unaffected by the verdict.
Their encounter had that fated-rivals vibe: smiles on the surface, murder in the eyes.
Qin Guanting struck first: “Fu-exec, those trends? You could debut on looks alone.”
Fu Yanli chuckled. “Qin-exec, we businessmen know the customer comes first. If they like me, it’s an honor.”
“Tch.” Qin Guanyue’s tone chilled. “Fu-exec, you’re still too green. Some lessons only come from hitting the wall.”
“Qin-exec just hit not-even-forty, and you’re already pulling the age card?”
They traded barbs, veiled jabs flying. Bystanders wisely scattered.
Qin Guanting loathed Fu Yanli to the bone, but his backer had assured him: push forward this year, and crushing Fu Corporation would be a breeze.
Strangle their approvals, trigger audits and inspections—Fu would crumble soon enough.
After all, Fu stayed low-profile, no real connections.
“Fu-exec, we’ll see,” Qin Guanyue tossed out cryptically.
Fu Yanli smiled impeccably: “Likewise, Qin-exec.”
The summit ran a full week, keeping Fu Yanli slammed. His keynote was a smash; CEOs buzzed about Fu Corporation’s philosophy, eyeing partnerships.
Lucien introduced his contacts too.
Fu Yanli handled it flawlessly, flipping between languages, chats flowing, inking several tentative deals.
Qin Guanyue hustled clients too, but no keynote slot and the lingering patent scandal meant slim pickings.
It left him fuming, Fu Yanli an ever-bigger thorn.
Without him, I’d be the one in the spotlight today.
His mind drifted to his son Qin Huan’s recent visit.
Back then, raging at Qin Huan’s screw-ups, he’d smashed things.
Qin Huan approached, eyes dark and brooding: “Dad, just kill Jiang Shunnian, and Fu Yanli’s done. Stage a car crash—easy, right?”
Qin Guanting turned, meeting those eyes—felt like staring at a stranger.
Kill Jiang Shunnian? He pondered.
He was the fickle type, lovers mere toys. But Fu men were notoriously devoted; Jiang Shunnian’s death would shatter Fu Yanli.
Might unleash hellish revenge, though.
Not unless cornered.
Plus, Jiang Shunnian’s security was tight: bodyguards, armored rides.
S City’s gridlock kept big rigs out of downtown; even a faked crash in a sedan rarely killed.
Better to end Fu Yanli once and for all.
Qin Guanyue mulled ways to off Fu Yanli, his mood steadying.
Wait it out. If Fu keeps blocking me this year, don’t blame me for total annihilation.
That night, video-calling Jiang Shunnian, Fu Yanli skipped the Qin Guanting run-in, just bragging about sealing foreign deals. Jiang Shunnian praised him—Classic novel dominant CEO vibes. He could picture Fu Yanli owning the summit, cool and eloquent.
This flawless man is all mine. A secret thrill bubbled up, but his acting hid it.
“You speak how many languages?” Jiang Shunnian asked, curious.
Fu Yanli thought it over, modest: “Not too many—seven or eight of the major ones.”
Novels are unreal, Jiang Shunnian thought. Casually fluent in eight? “Pick a few and say something?”
Fu Yanli’s deep gold-flecked eyes locked on him, voice husky and teasing: “Eu quero beijar todo o teu corpo. Lass dich unter mir erblühen.”
“What’s that mean?” Jiang Shunnian had no clue.
But it sounded naughty.
Fu Yanli translated: “I want to kiss every inch of your body, make you bloom beneath me.”
Jiang Shunnian: “…”
Knew it!
He slammed the phone face-down. No more Fu Yanli!
The man had gotten blunt since that night. Shameless to say, embarrassing to hear.
Is that even how languages work?
Fu Yanli’s voice drifted from the speaker: “Babe, my bad. I love you.”
Jiang Shunnian: “…”
The summit wrapped successfully. Lucien visited Atticus, saw the boy thriving—taller, studies on track—and thanked Fu Yanli profusely.
Fu Yanli invited him for a meal at Fu Family Manor, having Jiang Shunnian fetched over.
Lucien’s first time meeting Jiang Shunnian. He wasn’t great at parsing Chinese faces (like Chinese folks with foreign ones).
But these two? Universally appealing. Lucien’s EQ shone: “You two are perfect together. Wedding? Invite me.”
Fu Yanli grinned—Lucien’s a friend for life. “Plans in motion. You’ll be there.”
The dinner was a hit. Afterward, Lucien took Atticus for daddy-son time. Jiang Shunnian had night shoots, so his afternoon was free. Fu Yanli knew it, scooping him up bridal-style: “Nap with me, Shunnian.”
Jiang Shunnian eyed him suspiciously: “Just a nap?”
Of course not…
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