The live stream was just as successful as the last one, with Jiang Shunnian topping several hot searches in a row.
His outfit, in particular, stood out—fashionable, refined, and full of youthful vibe, unisex to boot. Even before the stream ended, netizens had dug up the brand of his clothes and earrings.
The prices weren’t exorbitant at all; it was a niche domestic brand, just a few thousand yuan, with the earrings a bit pricier but still affordable.
Droves of viewers flooded the brand’s flagship store. The stream, which had only a few dozen people originally, suddenly surged to over a hundred thousand, startling the streamer.
But the streamer was a pro and quickly capitalized on the traffic, putting Jiang Shunnian’s look-alikes on sale. Half a minute later, the stock sold out completely.
The brand’s operations team eagerly contacted Jiang Shunnian’s manager, inquiring if he would endorse them.
Viewership topped fifty million, and this was on a weekday.
Meanwhile, in a small apartment, Qin Huan stared at his tablet, watching the pretty, ethereal Nono as he sank into thought.
He felt his connection to this world growing fainter and fainter. Proof came that morning when the nanny caring for him froze upon seeing him, her gaze in that instant like she was looking at a stranger.
Perhaps once everyone forgot him entirely, he would vanish from this world completely.
It was ridiculous. He was this world’s protagonist—or even its master.
How had he ended up like this?
He didn’t think he had any chance of going elsewhere. The most likely outcome was total oblivion.
Qin Huan’s eyes turned vicious. He absolutely refused to accept it.
Forcing himself to calm down, he racked his brain for ways to save himself.
In the end, he did come up with one: get Jiang Yunnuo to forgive him. That might let him persist. But there was an even better way…
Jiang Shunnian, in the middle of the live stream, suddenly shivered.
Fu Yanli immediately steadied his shoulder with concern, asking softly, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. Felt like a gust of wind just now.” Jiang Shunnian didn’t dwell on it and smiled. “President Fu, want to interact with the viewers a bit?”
Fu Yanli nodded. “Sure.”
He glanced at the screen and zeroed in on the comment he wanted, his eyes brimming with amusement as he read it aloud: “When’s the wedding? That depends on Shunnian’s wishes. I’m planning to propose on his birthday. Wonder if he’ll say yes.”
Jiang Shunnian’s original plan had been to go public with Fu Yanli after winning a major award. But for young actors in the industry, awards weren’t easy to snag, and he couldn’t claim his acting matched the veterans’.
Sticking to that plan meant they’d be in a secret relationship for a good while longer.
Jiang Shunnian had never been one for long-term plotting, so it hadn’t bothered him at the time. But with Fu Yanli’s smarts, he’d surely foreseen it—yet said nothing, just quietly supporting every idea Jiang Shunnian had.
Looking back now, Jiang Shunnian only just realized the depth of Fu Yanli’s affection.
Fortunately, Qin Guanyue’s fabricated lie had given the perfect opening for him to come out officially, without sparking backlash.
Their relationship was rock-solid now. The only exception was in bed, where he still hadn’t fully satisfied his lover. Jiang Shunnian looked forward to taking things further.
True to his straightforward nature, he never played coy. His eyes sparkling, he gazed at Fu Yanli and answered firmly, “As long as you propose, I’ll say yes.”
The barrage went into meltdown.
[This straight-ball energy is so refreshing! Our Shunnian really is a little sweetheart who never beats around the bush! ]
[So sweet I’m melting! What beautiful love. ]
Fu Yanli’s gaze flickered, his self-control evaporating in that moment. Unable to help himself, he pulled the man into his arms and held him tight, desperately wanting to kiss him.
But no. Jiang Shunnian’s expression when kissed was too alluring; he didn’t want anyone else seeing it.
The barrage nailed Fu Yanli’s inner turmoil right then: [My wife is so sweet. I really want to kiss him, but I’m jealous. Don’t want anyone seeing this. ]
With that, the chat-dominating live stream wrapped up perfectly.
Jiang Shunnian’s birthday was on the eighteenth of next month—just twenty-odd days away. Fu Yanli had already coordinated the scene with Shen Boheng, and he’d gotten the ring from a top overseas designer: opulent, dazzling, and perfectly suited to Jiang Shunnian.
But first, Jiang Shunnian had the parent-child sports day at Fu School to attend.
Nono hadn’t been going to school lately but had kept up with his lessons via videos, not falling behind at all.
Once they learned about the sports day, both Jiang Shunnian and Nono got excited and signed up for events on the app.
Nono entered the 100-meter relay, standing long jump, and the three-legged race.
The last one was a parent-child event, so he’d do it with Jiang Shunnian.
Fu Yanli had wanted to join too—it was his son’s first sports day—but he had a last-minute business trip.
He’d been swamped dealing with Qin Group lately, putting off a lot of work. This time, he truly couldn’t reschedule.
Jiang Shunnian smiled and reassured Fu Yanli that he and Nono would win prizes for sure.
So at home, Jiang Shunnian and Nono practiced diligently.
With his great coordination and perfect sync with Nono, it only took a few days for Jiang Shunnian to nail it. They ran like lightning.
Lu Yunchuan signed up for long jump, high jump, and the 100-meter relay with Nono.
Sports day arrived quickly. Jiang Shunnian wore a blue-gray tracksuit and matching cap, looking like a handsome, youthful underclassman on a college campus.
Fu Yanli leaned down to kiss him goodbye, his mind wandering to a senior-junior roleplay once he got back from the trip.
Oblivious, Jiang Shunnian kissed back, bid a reluctant farewell to Fu Yanli, and happily headed to the kindergarten with Nono.
The kindergarten buzzed with energy today, packed with parents—all Fu Corporation employees or their families. Spotting Jiang Shunnian, they grinned and called out “boss’s wife!”
Jiang Shunnian smiled and greeted them back.
The weather was perfect: sunny with a gentle breeze, fluffy clouds dotting the blue sky like cotton candy.
Nono was a star at school. The kids had missed him during his absence and swarmed him with questions and concern.
Jiang Shunnian observed closely—no trace of discrimination from the children. Their parents had raised them well.
As netizens would say, the future’s in good hands. I can relax.
Upbeat, rhythmic music played across the vast field, taking Jiang Shunnian back to his school days.
Nono’s events were later, so he went to watch Lu Yunchuan’s first.
After returning to Pei Family, Lu Yunchuan had been well cared for, shooting up in height. His baby fat had faded, highlighting his features—he now resembled Pei Qingrong more and was destined to be a heartthrob.
Lu Qinghe had come with him today. With family issues resolved, his social anxiety had eased; he could greet outsiders now, though he still preferred quiet research.
Jiang Shunnian chatted with Lu Qinghe, gossiping about his relationship with Pei Qingrong.
Blushing, Lu Qinghe whispered that they were together.
Pei Qingrong’s injury had made his feelings clear—he didn’t want to miss out.
But learning it was deliberate had annoyed him for days.
Jiang Shunnian sighed. “Men can’t be spoiled too much, or they’ll get pushy.”
Lu Qinghe nodded vigorously. Pei Qingrong kept dragging him to bed right when inspiration struck, wasting so much time.
Lu Yunchuan, in a black tracksuit with a number bib on his hem, toed the starting line. At the referee’s whistle, he bolted like the wind. After a run-up, he soared over the bar in perfect Fosbury Flop form, his small body bursting with power.
Down from the mat, Lu Yunchuan raced straight to Nono, who handed him water and praised his height.
Lu Yunchuan beamed, itching to jump ten more times.
When the three-legged race started, Jiang Shunnian and Nono synced flawlessly—Nono set the pace—and took first without a hitch.
Next was the 100-meter relay, teams of three. Shame Atticus was abroad; their little trio would’ve shattered records.
Jiang Shunnian pulled out his phone, watching Nono dash by, marveling at how time flew.
They clinched first in the relay too. Nono handed the prize to Jiang Shunnian.
The day had warmed up. Jiang Shunnian took Nono toward the cafeteria for drinks and rest. For the event, they’d set out kid- and parent-friendly snacks and additive-free drinks—safe and tasty.
But nearing the cafeteria, Jiang Shunnian felt off and needed the bathroom. Worried, Nono escorted him. “Daddy, I’ll wait outside. Call if you need anything. If it doesn’t pass, we’ll go to the nurse.”
“Okay, Nono. Stay put, don’t wander.” Jiang Shunnian hurried inside after the reminder.
Lu Yunchuan messaged asking where Nono was—he’d just finished long jump. Nono replied “cafeteria.” Looking up, he saw a kid standing there.
About Lu Yunchuan’s height but skinny, with a facial scar and fierce eyes that put Nono on guard.
Though he’d seen Qin Huan once before, Nono hadn’t gotten a good look before Jiang Shunnian whisked him away. He just felt the kid looked familiar but couldn’t place him.
Qin Huan eyed the boy before him: skin like fine jade, delicate features, clear eyes—a perfect little angel.
Someone like this is ideal for destruction.
“Nono, I know you’re kind. Can you give me a way out? I don’t want to disappear from this world.” Qin Huan feigned sincerity. “Just say you forgive me, okay?”
Nono was kind-hearted but didn’t agree right away. He shook his head. “Your words are weird. Without knowing why, I won’t say I forgive you.”
Qin Huan bowed his head, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he whipped out a small knife from his sleeve and lunged at Nono—
“As long as you’re dead, I can still replace this world.”
At the same time, Fu Yanli, away on his business trip, was in a car accident.
