Compared to accepting this, Song Chan seemed more upset that her favorite little skirt had been ruined by Su Yicen.
After a deep sleep, Song Chan woke up and checked the time. It was only around ten at night.
As Song Chan opened her eyes, Su Yicen lay beside her. His arm draped over her body, holding her face-to-face in his embrace.
Su Yicen’s eyes were closed, his lashes trembling slightly. Beneath his weary, lazy expression, his breathing was steady and slow.
Seeing him asleep, Song Chan dared for the first time to carefully study the refined, handsome face of the man before her.
Su Yicen truly lived up to being called a face genius. Having worked with many male stars, Song Chan knew better than most that, without filters or edits, a face this perfect and flawless from up close was exceedingly rare.
Humans are visual creatures. Beautiful things always draw the eye, leading to unwitting entrapment—like stepping into a swamp. By the time you realize you’re sinking, it’s too late.
Song Chan’s gaze drifted downward uncontrollably, tracing Su Yicen’s sharply contoured face, neck, as if searching for something. It finally paused when it swept over his collarbone.
On Su Yicen’s collarbone was a not-very-obvious little mole, which she’d only noticed earlier. But now, that mole was overlaid with a deep red hickey.
Su Yicen slept lightly. Sensing Song Chan awake, he lowered his head to rub his nose tip against her forehead, then buried it in her hair and took a deep breath. The arm around her tightened, pulling her even closer.
Under the covers, their bare bodies touched without any fabric barrier. Every breath caused friction between them.
His warning carried a pampering coax: “Don’t move around. Sleep some more.”
“I’m not sleepy.”
Song Chan turned her back to him, grabbed her nightgown, wrapped it around herself, and sat up.
Seeing her get up, Su Yicen stretched his body and sat up with her against the headboard. Under the nightlight, his firm muscle lines stood out even more.
He reached out to seize her wrist, forcing her to look at him. With a playful tone, he asked, “Not sleepy? Then let’s do it again.”
“You!” Meeting Su Yicen’s pitch-black eyes, Song Chan’s earlier bravado slowly fizzled. She could tell he wasn’t joking.
Embarrassment mixed with tension. She turned away and simply ignored him, picking up her phone nearby to fiddle with it.
Before unlocking her phone, she saw the Weibo notification on the lock screen. Song Chan’s heart suddenly tightened.
The Weibo push showed only half a tag, but her name and the blurry figure in the photo told her she’d likely hit the hot search again.
Tapping into the real-time hot searches, she didn’t even need to scroll. #Song Chan# and #Song Chan White Skirt# were already topping the front ranks.
She clicked one at random. The content was simple: a street snap of her today in Hangnan, sitting on a roadside bench.
Taken from a distance, the photo was blurry, but it clearly showed her in a white skirt, holding a cup of milk tea on the bench beside a blooming fringe tree.
This casual roadside shot, though fuzzy, perfectly captured her bright and alluring features.
In a white skirt with a white fringe tree behind her, her lively, seductive eyes accented by plump red lips—like an oil painting created just for her.
The comments section was already buzzing, full of Song Chan fans’ screams.
Chanchan’s Little Tail: [Aaaah! Sis is so killer! Sis slay me!]
Irritable Patient: [How many days has it been? Why is this woman on hot search every day?]
Don’t Be Lazy, Work Hard: [First, curse out @Irritable Patient—are you sick? Don’t like it, don’t click. No need to ruin the comment vibe. (Smoking rose) Chanchan’s white skirt is insane! How can she be both sexy and ethereal? Drained my HP clean! (Fangirl) (Fangirl) (Fangirl)]
Song Chan’s Little Sweetheart: [Everyone disperse! Wife’s home with me.]
Chased by ZE Boss Calling Me Daddy: [Sis upstairs, see my arrogant ID? One second—get away from my wife, got it?]
She scrolled through some comments casually—praise, hate, and some laugh-out-loud ones.
Song Chan didn’t like being in the spotlight, but she couldn’t resist peeking when people discussed her.
Scrolling further down the comments, she saw another one.
I’m Cat Cat Cat: [Can we get the original pic?]
This comment was pinned at the top. Below it were floods of “begging for original” and “bump,” dominating the hot search’s top heat.
The photo’s blur level showed it was a sneaky shot while Song Chan wasn’t looking. Netizens begging marketers for the original? No chance.
Song Chan didn’t have the original of that photo, but she did have a few selfies from noon that day.
Seeing these strangers fiercely defending her and clapping back at haters warmed her heart.
Lin Jinhe had been urging her lately to post more promotional Weibo, riding this popularity wave to hype the upcoming 20th Anniversary Issue.
Song Chan flipped through her album, carefully picked two white skirt selfies from that morning, and posted her first personal promo Weibo.
The caption was simple, just one line.
@ZE Fashion Song Chan: [No original, do selfies count? (Heart)]
Less than a minute after posting, before Song Chan could even exit, the notifications hit 99+.
She tapped into the comments and messages—pure shock and cheers from fans.
chanyimianmian: [Yes! Sis is so pretty!]
I’m Cat Cat Cat: [Can’t believe I actually caught it! Love this sis—roadside turn to fan right now!]
Chanchan Chanchan: [Wuu~ Sis is so fan-pampering!]
Seeing how two selfies could make so many people happy, Song Chan felt for the first time that being in the spotlight wasn’t so bad.
She was about to scroll further when a slightly playful, cool male voice sounded beside her.
“Posted on Weibo?”
Song Chan’s heart skipped. She’d forgotten Su Yicen was still next to her.
Responding with a sound, she asked, “How did you know?”
Su Yicen replied unhurriedly, his lips parting to say two words: “Push notification.”
Song Chan got it. She’d long known Su Yicen followed her, but she’d never followed back.
This was Song Chan’s work account. Her follow list had only the official ZE Fashion account.
“Won’t follow back?” Su Yicen suddenly spoke, looking at her expectantly.
But when he looked up, he saw Song Chan’s gaze on the phone screen had inexplicably dimmed.
Her answer to him was simple—one word: “No.”
Hate comments flooded in alongside the praise. A swarm of Su Yicen’s solo fans poured into Song Chan’s Weibo comments.
They changed avatars to maliciously edited live stream captures, spewing vile language to attack the stranger on the other side of the screen.
Solo Love Cen: [Marketing sis on hot search again? So good at riding coattails. Why not go rub off our Cen Cen’s heat today?]
Most Poisonous Is a Broken Heart: [Wearing a white skirt makes you pure? Marketing whore is marketing whore—I’ll curse you forever.]
Dang Dang Dang Dang: [Oh~ Didn’t you say no entering showbiz, not an insider? What’s with selfies? Heat dropping, so scrambling back?]
Seeing these hate comments left Song Chan more speechless than angry.
She’d never denied doing promo, but it was all company work—never self-hype.
Yet in these solo fans’ eyes, any closeness to Su Yicen made her guilty—even breathing was a crime, let alone hot search for her looks.
Song Chan ignored the hate, deleting and blocking in one go.
Comments piled up faster than she could check. Ten minutes post, comments hit 5k+, and soon she snagged another hot search: #Song Chan Selfie#.
This one was dominated by #Chanyi Mianmian# CP fans controlling the comments. A few haters lurked, but they only dared passive-aggressive snipes, all clapped back fiercely by the CP fans.
There are plenty of CP fans here, and rational passersby aren’t in the minority either.
Song Chan is so beautiful, and she’s collaborated with quite a few male stars on magazine features. In the ZE Fashion interview videos dug up by fans, many celebrities have mentioned Song Chan, all saying they have a good impression of her.
A lot of netizens are curious about Song Chan’s standards for a partner.
With so many people asking, this question naturally became the focus of everyone’s discussions.
The most mentioned and hottest one is still the #Chanyi Mianmian# CP.
In this trending topic entry, there are tons of comments @-ing Song Chan— so many it’s impossible to miss them.
Song Chan originally planned to scroll past without replying, but she saw the little dress on the floor nearby, torn open at the seam, and many fans were hoping she’d wear it again.
But no one except her knew that the dress had just been ripped by Su Yicen and was now gloriously out of commission.
The expectations from CP fans and the insults from haters were suffocating. Song Chan simply used this hot search to set things straight.
To stop the CP fans from harboring unrealistic fantasies and to clarify her relationship with Su Yicen to the public.
Song Chan replied under a Weibo post @-ing her asking about her partner standards.
@ZE Fashion Song Chan: [No particular standards, just don’t like men with double eyelids, 188cm tall, and a mole on their collarbone—intense-featured types.]
Her response directly blew up the #Chanyi Mianmian# Super Topic.
Every condition in the reply blatantly pointed to a certain Top Idol.
Searching the entire Domestic Entertainment industry, there probably aren’t many male celebrities who match all these traits, let alone one with a mole on the collarbone.
Call Me Kitty is OK: [You might as well just post Su Yicen’s ID number.]
Tong Xin is Also Innocent: [Is this the main person stepping in to personally tear down the CP?]
Chan Yi Mian Mian 99: [Cen Cen, come out and do something—your wife doesn’t want to acknowledge you anymore @Su Yicen]
Su Yicen, on the other side of the bed, logged into Weibo and was bombarded with countless notifications, nearly crashing his phone.
As soon as Su Yicen tapped in, he saw the Weibo push specially notifying him of dynamics he cared about.
His hand gripping the phone trembled imperceptibly. Su Yicen fell silent, glancing deeply at the petite figure with her back to him, then shifting his gaze back to the screen.
A malicious comment flashed by, but his eyes caught it.
“Marketing whore,” “social climber,” “hypocrite”…
Words that shouldn’t be associated with Song Chan had become ammunition for his solo fans to attack her.
Su Yicen’s face darkened. Seeing these comments, he finally understood the impact continuing the #Chanyi Mianmian# CP binding would have on Song Chan.
It was like someone had poked the softest spot in his heart—it suddenly clenched, aching uncontrollably.
Su Yicen’s cool voice softened measuredly, mindful of her preferred boundaries as he said to the person beside him,
“Miss Song, don’t step in anymore. I’ll handle it.”
In the comments, there were far more netizens CUE-ing Su Yicen than @-ing Song Chan—his solo fans, haters, CP fans, and plenty of onlookers.
They all had one goal: waiting for Su Yicen’s response.
After all, this level of hinting made it hard for anyone not to associate it with which intense-featured man with a collarbone mole could be the one Song Chan “didn’t like.”
More negative comments flooded Song Chan’s Weibo, with many saying she was ruining things because she couldn’t climb high enough, subtly shading her.
In response, Su Yicen directly posted a Weibo reply.
@Su Yicen: [What a coincidence. My partner standards are simple too—I just don’t like Song Chan.]
This kind of direct name-dropping callout was unprecedented in Domestic Entertainment.
Weibo exploded instantly, with real-time hot searches filling up again with Song Chan and Su Yicen’s names.
Both mains personally tearing down the CP—this kind of spectacle was a first in the industry. The hot searches were full of CP fans wailing.
Chan Yi Mian Mian 99: [No one can be as miserable as me—my CP I just started shipping ended in BE.]
Greedy Greedy and Cen Cen: [I’ve never been this invested (big cry). The water of West Lake is my tears~]
Chan Yi Cen Cen: [But honestly, Cen Cen is being a bit petty. We don’t know what happened between the mains, but Chanchan wasn’t that direct, and Cen Cen named her outright—it’s a bit too harsh on a girl…]
This comment had countless replies underneath, with many netizens feeling Su Yicen hadn’t handled it gracefully—he should’ve at least saved face for the girl.
Not long after Su Yicen replied, public opinion shifted. Most of the negative comments turned toward him.
Now the CP fans were BE-ing on site, and the onlookers all knew the two weren’t on good terms.
There wouldn’t be any more talk of Song Chan social climbing or using Su Yicen for marketing.
Su Yicen posting to clarify was beyond Song Chan’s expectations. She knew he was protecting her, drawing the fire onto himself.
Song Chan also knew that if this went even slightly wrong, it could ruin Su Yicen’s career.
He was so smart and farsighted—he couldn’t not have thought of that, yet he did it anyway.
Song Chan felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to thank him but didn’t know how to broach it.
Su Yicen set down his phone, his fingertips lightly rubbing his brow as he looked up at the person beside him, speaking with utmost seriousness: “We can clarify our public relationship, but the agreement still stands.”
Song Chan froze for a moment, realizing what he meant.
She agreed: “I know. I also need this marriage status to deal with my parents…”
Before she could finish, Su Yicen interrupted her. His somewhat stern dark eyes softened upon meeting hers, his gaze sweeping over her body.
His lips pressed together slightly, curving into a faint smile as he countered: “Miss Song, how exactly do you know I have a mole on my collarbone?”
Song Chan’s eyes involuntarily flicked toward the spot on his collarbone, caught sharply by his gaze.
He stepped closer to her, the sudden nearness making her heart race.
Su Yicen pressed: “Did you see it in a photo? Or just now…”
Her face burned hot in an instant. His bare upper body shifted closer as he spoke, his arm wrapping around her.
Song Chan blurted in panic: “Have you ever thought I might be your black fan or something…”
“Black fan…” Su Yicen savored the two words.
He lifted a finger to the mole on his collarbone, right on that obvious hickey.
“So… this is your punishment for me?”
Seeing her shyly dodging, Su Yicen’s eyes curved slightly as he pulled the person in his arms closer, slowly laying her body down.
Gentle, lingering kisses fell fragment by fragment—one after another—over her nose tip, licking her earlobe, finally prying open her teeth for a deep kiss that swept everything away.
He was no longer as domineering as before, but gentle and probing, matching her rhythm.
Only after she fell asleep did he, in the quiet night, state his stance.
“Our marriage was never just for show.”