Suddenly, there was a sensation of collapse from the seat next to him.
The cool touch of fingertips brushed past his ear, taking away his earphones.
Jiang Yisheng opened his eyes, turned his face, and looked into the man’s dark eyes, the confusion between his brows fading instantly.
He lowered his eyes and reached to take back his earphones.
"Give them back."
"The way you’re looking at , I feel like I owe you a bunch of money." Ji Mingqian sat with one leg crossed, fiddling with his earphones at his fingertips.
Jiang Yisheng said nothing and took a thermos next to him to drink tea.
Having originally co to settle scores with Jiang Yisheng, Ji Mingqian was thrown off by his indifferent tone and suddenly forgot why he was there, "I bought so drinks, do you want one?"
"Thank you, no need," Jiang Yisheng declined softly.
Sensing the distance and formality in his tone, Ji Mingqian furrowed his brow and moved closer to him, "Jiang Yisheng, did I offend you sohow?"
Seeing him without a smile, it felt like they were enemies.
"No," he said.
Ji Mingqian asked, "Then why are you looking at with such a sour face?"
Jiang Yisheng’s eyes were calm, "No reason, I just didn’t rest well last night."
"So..."
"I’m going to change," Jiang Yisheng interrupted him before he could finish, suddenly getting up and leaving.
Ji Mingqian frowned even more tightly, wondering what was going on.
"Big Boss, your coffee." Chen Xin ca over with a cold drink.
Ji Mingqian put his earphones in his pocket and walked away, "Just leave it there."
Watching his retreating figure, Chen Xin was completely baffled.
What had happened?
Finding Jiang Yisheng’s makeup room, Ji Mingqian didn’t bother knocking and barged right in.
The considerable noise startled Jiang Yisheng, and his hand froze in mid-air as he reached for his shirt.
They locked eyes.
The atmosphere beca slightly awkward.
"Is there sothing you need?" Jiang Yisheng concealed the depth in his eyes and casually put on his shirt.
Ji Mingqian let go of the doorknob, pulled over a chair to sit down, and said offhandedly, "Ca to return your earphones."
Jiang Yisheng’s hand paused while buttoning his shirt, walked towards him, and extended his hand.
"Hand them over."
The corners of Ji Mingqian’s mouth twitched lightly, and he slowly pulled out the earphones from his pocket, "Jiang Yisheng, have I truly not offended you?"
"No." Again, it was two words. Jiang Yisheng took his earphones back and continued to tidy up his buttons.
Ji Mingqian suddenly felt frustrated, glancing up and seeing his neat and delicate collarbone, he was reminded of how Jiang Yisheng looked in won’s clothes.
On impulse, he blurted out, "Jiang Yisheng, I think you look pretty good in won’s clothes."
After buttoning his last button, Jiang Yisheng’s expression darkened upon hearing this and he left without a word, passing by.
Ji Mingqian ruffled his hair, realizing he had said the wrong thing.
"Big Boss, the shoot is about to start, you should hurry and change," Chen Xin had been waiting in the studio for Ji Mingchong for a long ti and had to co looking for him.
Ji Mingqian replied noncommittally, "Yeah, I know."
After getting his hair and makeup done, and changing into the clothes for the shoot, Ji Mingqian arrived at the studio to find Jiang Yisheng had already finished his solo shots and was now chatting with Feng Yi.
"Mingqian, long ti no see. I thought you were going to skip out on the shoot," Feng Yi joked as he saw Ji Mingqian.
Ji Mingqian chuckled lightly, "With the generous fee that President Feng offered, it would have looked bad on my character to skip."
"Let’s have a al together after the shoot, we can also invite Jiuliang and the others," Feng Yi suggested.
Ji Mingqian nodded, "Alright."
"Brother Qian, we’re starting to shoot." Over there, the photographer was hurrying them up.
Ji Mingqian glanced at Jiang Yisheng, who was looking down with his eyebrows lowered, making it hard to discern his expression.
He awkwardly curled his lips and turned around to shoot.
"Asheng, have you scheduled your year-end tour?" Feng Yi asked.
Jiang Yisheng sipped his tea, his gaze drifting towards the man being photographed not far away, "Almost, but the details aren’t set yet. We need to have another eting to discuss."
"Aunt Weiya’s birthday is in a few days, aren’t you going back for it?"
"Yes, I’ll go back the day before and join cousin and the others," he said.
"I’m about to faint from his handsoness."
"How can soone be this handso, I can’t handle it."
"Exactly, Brother Qian is so cool, right? He’s like walking hormones."
Next to them, a group of female staff mbers gathered together, chattering excitedly, their eyes full of heart-shaped stars as they stared at Ji Mingqian, who was being photographed.
Under the spotlight, the man was dressed in a black suit. His pale blue hair made his handso face appear even more devilishly charming. His posture was casual and unrestrained, yet he still radiated an aura of his own.
"Asheng, looking at him like this, he seems more like a star than you," Feng Yi teased.
Jiang Yisheng didn’t respond, his gaze quickly swept over Ji Mingqian, then he lowered his head to fiddle with his earphones.
In the anti, Feng Yi had other matters to handle and, after saying goodbye to Jiang Yisheng, he left first.
Ji Mingqian’s photoshoot progressed quickly, and soon it was ti for the pair to shoot together.
This season Feng Group’s n’s accessories were focused on wristwatches and brooches.
Ji Mingqian changed into his outfit first, erging in a striking red suit that imdiately drew a wave of exclamations.
"Young Master Sheng is also very handso, just like a fairy-tale prince. How can these two be so good-looking?" a female staff mber exclaid in admiration.
Chen Xin nodded in agreent, her eyes glued to Jiang Yisheng, unable to look away, "Yeah, yeah, my male god is so handso."
Ji Mingqian was speechless.
What’s the mistake here, whose agent was she?
He turned his head to look at Jiang Yisheng, who was in a white suit. His chestnut hair was perd into curls, and the makeup artist had applied a hint of lipstick on his light, water-colored lips, giving them a faint pink tint.
A look of perplexity flashed across Ji Mingqian’s face, his first impulse was to touch those curly locks.
"Brother Qian, Young Master Sheng, please stand closer together, we’re about to start shooting," the photographer reminded, ready to proceed.
Jiang Yisheng humd an assent and took the initiative to move closer to Ji Mingqian.
"We’re starting." Wen Liang’s voice rose in his ear, and Ji Mingqian ca to his senses, fiddling with the wristwatch in his hand.
This was, after all, their first collaboration, and everyone around was looking on with curiosity.
Two attractive people standing together were simply a sight too alluring to turn away from.
The spotlight kept flashing, Ji Mingqian tilted his head slightly, and in a muted voice, said, "Jiang Yisheng, did I really do sothing to provoke you?"
He always felt that sothing was off, as if Jiang Yisheng was deliberately keeping his distance.
"No," ca the indifferent two-word reply.
A flicker of helplessness passed through Ji Mingqian’s eyes as his gaze slid over the fluffy curls, feeling an itch in his heart.
His eyes shifted, and he casually placed his left hand on Jiang Yisheng’s right shoulder.
Jiang Yisheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, subtly shrugging his shoulder without a word.
"Jiang Yisheng, could it be that you’re upset about what I said just now? Would an apology do?" Ji Mingqian drew closer again and spoke in a low voice.
"You even showed them my photo dressed in won’s clothes to Anuo and the others, but I didn’t say anything about it, right?"
"Jiang Yisheng, say sothing."
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