◎Chanyi Mianmian’s Yi◎
On the way back, the sky had already turned completely dark.
Specks of starlight dotted the dark blue night sky, setting off the brightly lit city.
The car left the suburbs and sped toward the bustling urban center, going from the quiet streets with a few pedestrians to the bustling traffic amid towering buildings.
The Su Family Old Mansion was too far from the city center. The round trip alone took more than two hours, and it was nearly ten o’clock by the time they got home.
Su Yicen parked the car in the garage. Song Chan didn’t wait for him and headed straight to her bedroom as soon as they arrived home.
She had to get up early the next morning to rush to Hangnan for a business trip, so she needed to hurry and pack her luggage now.
Hangnan was a neighboring city to Hangbei. It wasn’t too far away—a three- or four-hour drive would get her there. If not for needing to follow up with the brand after the coordination and also handle on-site inspections, she could have returned the same day.
This was Song Chan’s first business trip since her secret marriage to Su Yicen. The suitcase she hadn’t used in a long time sat under the bed, covered in a thin layer of dust.
She pulled a wet wipe from the table and carefully wiped the suitcase clean before putting several pre-matched outfits inside.
In no time, she had stuffed it haphazardly full: clothes, shoes, daily necessities, cosmetics, laptop, and even a leisure book…
For a three- or four-day business trip, Song Chan managed to fill a 26-inch suitcase to the brim.
Song Chan’s bedroom door was half-open, not fully closed. When Su Yicen returned to his room and passed her doorway, he caught sight of the overstuffed suitcase out of the corner of his eye.
Forgetting basic courtesy, Su Yicen didn’t knock and simply pushed open her door.
“Where are you going?”
Song Chan was squatting in front of the suitcase, agonizing over what to discard. She had too many things she wanted to bring and needed to take out a few.
For just three or four days, she probably wouldn’t have time to read anyway. She pulled out the leisure book and tossed it on the bed, then finally looked up at Su Yicen.
“Mr. Su, do I really need to repeat the agreement’s contents to you?”
Very good. Su Yicen’s expression didn’t change as he rephrased his question: “Are you scared and trying to run away?”
Sure enough, just as he expected, her provoked response slipped out automatically.
“Official business trip.” She said it word by word, very seriously.
“I haven’t done anything guilty, so why would I run?”
Song Chan pulled the suitcase with one hand, trying for a cool closing motion. But the case was too heavy—it barely lifted halfway before slamming back down.
When she tried to lift it again, Su Yicen stepped back half a pace, bent his knee, and squatted down. He reached out to hold the lid and helped her close it.
“I thought you didn’t want to take responsibility…”
“Take responsibility for what…?”
Song Chan looked up and met Su Yicen’s gaze levelly. He was down on one knee, his eyes slightly raised as his deep brown pupils quietly fixed on her.
Her question cut off abruptly, and he pressed on.
“Where are you going on the trip?”
Almost falling into it again, Song Chan forced herself to look away. She stood up, smoothed her clothes, and took a step back to create distance.
“Mr. Su, why do you have to pry like this?”
“Can’t I have a little privacy?”
Su Yicen also stood up. His gaze met her dodging eyes, and he hooked the corner of his mouth before readily agreeing.
“Fine. Then when Aunt Xu calls me, I’ll answer honestly.”
“I’ll just say Song Chan’s schedule is off-limits for me to ask about.”
“Of course not.”
Song Chan immediately stopped his terrifying idea. She never imagined Su Yicen would bring up Lady Xu to pressure her.
Though reluctant deep down, she was afraid he might actually complain to Lady Xu. Helpless, Song Chan could only answer honestly.
“Hangnan.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“About three or four days.”
“Want me to drive you?”
“No need, thank you.”
Their conversation was polite and formal, like discussing a work process.
Suddenly, a phone rang—Su Yicen’s cell phone.
Song Chan seized the chance to usher him out: “You have something to handle. I’m going to finish packing and rest.”
Without giving Su Yicen a chance to speak, she pushed him out, shut the door, and locked it in one smooth motion.
Outside the door, Su Yicen was in a great mood.
“She didn’t hide under the covers this time.”
Instead, she chased him out of the room.
Su Yicen could feel that the distance between him and Song Chan, carved out by time, was steadily closing.
The phone that had been ringing for ages was finally answered.
Feng Zheng’s anxious voice nearly pierced his eardrums.
“The livestream from today trended. Want to get it taken down?”
Su Yicen was unhurried, as if he had anticipated it: “What content?”
“What else? Weibo is full of it—videos of you and Teacher Song from the livestream.”
“Seven of the top ten trends are about you two. Netizens are shipping your CP hard.”
Feng Zheng was frantic. Su Yicen was an artist he had nurtured himself. Since debuting, he had zero scandals—no gossip whatsoever.
Su Yicen particularly loathed hype like this. He wouldn’t even glance at scripts that required fake CP promotions.
But his attitude today made Feng Zheng feel like he didn’t recognize him.
He asked with keen interest: “Really? Let me check it out.”
Su Yicen opened Weibo, which he hadn’t touched in a long time, and tapped into the real-time trends. Just as Feng Zheng said, seven of the top ten were about him and Song Chan.
Su Yicen Song Chan#
ZE Fashion 20th Anniversary Issue Livestream#
Chanyi Mianmian#
Chanyi Mianmian So Shipable#
Chanyi Mianmian Locked In#
Su Yicen Background Board#
He tapped one at random, and the screen was filled with exclamation points and ‘ahhhhs’, plus dense clusters of ‘so sweet’ that dazzled the eyes.
Su Yicen used to hate this stuff the most, but this time he read it with relish.
Ahqiu Achou: 【Chanyi Mianmian locked in, okay! Absolute TOP CP of the year, top idol noble young master X vibrant little enchantress. My blood tank is empty, okay!】
Ping Ping Pang Pang: 【I don’t want to believe it either, but he blocked the background board for her! So su indeed! Cen Cen, don’t love her so obviously!!】
Because Chanyi Heartthrob: 【Everything else can be fake, but Chanyi Mianmian must be real!!!】
Seeing the netizens’ comments on Weibo, Su Yicen couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Feng Zheng heard it and wondered if his ears were playing tricks: “So, you’re pretty happy about it?”
“That obvious?”
Su Yicen fell silent, resuming his steady demeanor as he murmured.
“Chanyi Mianmian…”
Feng Zheng: “That’s the CP name netizens gave you two.”
Su Yicen nodded, admiring the videos netizens had edited on his screen.
He hummed softly through his nose: “Sounds pretty good.”
No time for chit-chat, Feng Zheng asked: “So, take down the trends or not?”
Su Yicen: “Why take down trends for a legal couple?”
Feng Zheng: “Issue a response then?”
Su Yicen was magnanimous: “No need. Just entertaining the masses.”
Feng Zheng was completely dumbfounded. He seriously doubted whether the person on the other end of the line was still that aloof, noble top idol of the Entertainment Circle.
“Are you really Su Yicen?”
Su Yicen’s voice was unhurried: “I’m Chanyi Mianmian’s Yi.”
The main subject was personally shipping the CP. Feng Zheng got a huge dose of it and couldn’t help complaining.
“You’re acting really flirty today.”
Feng Zheng reflected on his behavior that day and commented.
“Flower Peacock isn’t enough to describe you anymore. You’re more like a fox in heat.”
“Oh—” Su Yicen didn’t mind: “Someone else just said that about me.”
Feng Zheng: “Who?”
He answered: “Chanyi Mianmian’s Chan.”