◎Good Waist Strength◎
Song Chan was startled by the setup inside as soon as she reached the conference room door. Just the seven or eight cameras, fill lights, and screens took up half the space. The long table had been moved to the side by the door, and the inside buzzed nonstop with the clamor of busy work.
A team of dozens hustled around in a daze, all preparing for the live stream that was about to start.
Song Chan had seen scenes like this plenty of times in her daily work, but she had always been behind the scenes. Now, suddenly switching roles to stand in front of the camera, her mood inevitably turned tense.
A set of simple white leather sofas paired with an exquisite solid wood coffee table, with the 20th Anniversary Issue concept backdrop board behind the sofas, formed the temporary live stream setup.
Her gaze swept over the crowd, and at the center of everyone’s focus, Song Chan spotted Su Yicen, who had already arrived. This live stream seemed anything but ordinary because of him.
Su Yicen sat on the sofa, calm and composed as he held the script. The host stood beside him, going over the flow.
Perhaps sensing he was being watched, his eyes suddenly shifted from the script in his hand and scanned the crowd, as if searching for something.
His eyes carried an intangible pressure. As his gaze swept past Song Chan’s direction, Su Yicen’s pitch-black pupils paused, narrowing slightly for a brief moment, as if confirming something.
In one breath, the furrow between his brows smoothed out. His gaze returned to the script, and the corners of his mouth unknowingly curved up, as if nothing had happened.
Song Chan knew Su Yicen had definitely seen her just now—he was just pretending not to.
As expected of someone who had just won Film Emperor. His acting skills were spot on, completely different from the man in the car earlier.
In his current state, it was as if the two of them didn’t know each other at all.
Song Chan sneered coldly. She hadn’t expected him to stick to the agreement so strictly.
Good. She preferred this kind of interaction anyway.
Someone bumped her arm. A staff member nearby spoke up. “Hello, this is the live stream area in a bit. The photography studio for the shoot is downstairs.”
Song Chan turned around, and the person promptly shut up, giving an awkward accompanying smile. “Sorry, Chan Sister. I didn’t recognize you. I thought you were some female celebrity who wandered into the wrong spot.”
Being mistaken for a celebrity wasn’t a first or second time for her. Song Chan didn’t take it to heart anymore.
She had a great figure, a natural clothes horse, and she knew how to dress. Even casual outfits could give off high-end luxury vibes, so it was only natural to get mistaken often.
But today she was going on camera, and that woolen plaid coat was too everyday. Following Lin Jinhe’s advice, she had gone to the wardrobe room to change into her current outfit.
ZE Fashion’s stylist had specially paired a black strapless evening gown for her. That dress would indeed show off all her strengths, but Song Chan didn’t dare wear it.
In the fitting room, she looked at the scattered crimson finger marks on her skin, and the deep red hickey on her collarbone. All traces left by Su Yicen on her body last night.
Song Chan’s skin was very fair; even slight force would leave red marks. The long dress suited her perfectly, but it would also expose the intimacy of their sleepless night.
She picked a white high-neck long-sleeve base layer instead, one that could cover the shameful flushes on her body. She paired it with khaki shorts and threw on a casual plaid blazer over top.
This outfit made her look capable and poised without losing elegance. After a simple touch-up of her makeup, her already bright and glamorous beauty gained an untouchable air of distance.
Seeing Song Chan arrive, the host came over with the script in hand.
“Teacher Song is here. Let’s quickly go over the flow.”
“Okay.” Song Chan followed behind her to the front of the live stream camera.
The expected one-hour live stream didn’t have much content; it mainly promoted the 20th Anniversary Issue. After running through the script once, Song Chan had the whole flow down.
As she finished checking the flow and looked up, she met Su Yicen’s gaze. They stared at each other, eyes burning, neither speaking first.
Noticing the subtle awkward atmosphere between them, the host asked softly, “You two teachers should know each other pretty well, right?”
Their four eyes locked, each scrutinizing the other, and they spoke almost simultaneously.
Su Yicen: “Don’t know her.”
Song Chan: “Never met.”
One was the Entertainment Circle’s Top Traffic Idol, the other a renowned fashion editor—both top figures in the industry. Plus, they had collaborated before, so they shouldn’t be strangers.
Sensing something off between them, the host smiled with curved eyes, maintaining her professional smile with effort while barely daring to breathe.
She gritted her teeth and went through the entire flow with them. The live stream equipment was all debugged and ready.
The live stream officially began.
With Su Yicen there, viewer numbers skyrocketed to eighty thousand within five seconds of going live.
The moment the on-air light lit up, the two who had been cold-facing each other instantly switched expressions, flashing flawless smiles at the camera.
Comments flooded the live stream chat like a tidal wave, vanishing before anyone could read them.
Song Chan, on her first public on-camera appearance, matched Su Yicen’s popularity.
Su Yicen’s Little Baby: 【Who is the beautiful big sister next to Cen Cen? A newbie? I’ll claim a fan spot first.】
Human Soy Sauce Guest: 【This little sister is so tempting. Love this face value!!!】
Cen Cen’s Girlfriend Outside the Circle: 【Damn it, I’m here for my husband. How did I end up charmed by this woman!】
After the host laid out the live stream’s content, the director immediately flashed “Introduce guests” on the teleprompter.
The host turned to them with a smile. “For today’s ZE Fashion 20th Anniversary Issue pre-heat live stream, we’ve specially invited renowned actor Mr. Su Yicen, who is also the cover star for ZE Fashion’s 20th Anniversary Issue.”
Su Yicen faced the camera, gave a light nod in response, then shifted his gaze to Song Chan beside him.
An unknown gust made the backdrop board sway and tip toward Song Chan’s head.
“Thud—” The muffled sound wasn’t painful, but it startled the already tense Song Chan.
Before he could stop it, Su Yicen’s expression froze into seriousness. He steadied the backdrop board that had fallen onto Song Chan and pushed it back up with a hand.
His hand subconsciously touched her head where it had hit.
“You okay?”
The cool question made her heart pound. Song Chan looked up at the camera, momentarily at a loss.
She could only politely thank him. “I’m fine. Thanks for the trouble, Teacher Su.”
Su Yicen gave a soft hum, patted the backdrop board to confirm it wouldn’t fall again, then sat back properly.
Instantly, the comments went even crazier.
Su Yicen’s Little Baby: 【Cen Cen is such a gentleman! Possess that girl!】
I Build a Great Wall for Cen Cen: 【Aaaah I’m charmed! Three seconds—gimme all her info.】
A Passerby A: 【Why do I kinda ship this?】
‘Su Yicen’s Little Baby’ replied to ‘A Passerby A’: 【Ship your mom, ship your whole family. Don’t even come near.】
With the little mishap over, the host continued the flow and introduced Song Chan.
“The teacher beside Teacher Su is ZE Fashion’s fashion editor and the responsible editor for the 20th Anniversary Issue production, Song Chan.”
On her first time in front of the camera, plus getting startled, Song Chan felt even more cramped. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her blazer, forgetting to react to the host’s introduction.
The host had to cue her again. “Teacher Song, say hi to the friends in the live stream.”
Snapping back, Song Chan sat ramrod straight like a primary school student.
She raised her hand and waved at the camera. “Hello, friends in the live stream. I’m Song Chan.”
Seeing someone on the screen asking which “chan” character it was, Song Chan answered honestly. “It’s the ‘chan’ from ‘sharing the moon with you from a thousand miles.’ You can also call me Chanchan. “
A cool male voice from behind chimed in at the right moment. “Isn’t this the ‘chan’ from greedy mouth?”
Hearing that, Song Chan’s eyes sharpened. She turned to Su Yicen. His lips moved without sound, but she read his meaning.
“This is a live stream.”
The surge of anger that rushed to her head was forcibly extinguished. Song Chan switched to a likable smile and explained. “Teacher Su guessed right. Friends do call me that privately.”
The comments were all gossiping, asking if the two knew each other before.
Even the host nearby was eating melon up close, forgetting to cue the flow. No one could tell that just moments ago, these two had seemed at odds.
The live stream went quiet for a few seconds. Su Yicen smoothly saved it. “Teacher Song is a renowned fashion editor. I’ve naturally admired her name for a long time.”
Though annoyed earlier, Su Yicen’s jab eased Song Chan’s tension.
Realizing he was helping her out, she replied politely. “Teacher Su is too kind. You’re the young talent. I heard you won the Golden Flower Award Film Emperor yesterday—congratulations.”
Su Yicen nodded. “Teacher Song is too polite. Hope our collaboration goes well.”
A few simple exchanges, without explaining a thing, made it clear to everyone that they weren’t close—just work collaborators.
Before they could say more, another muffled thud rang out. The backdrop board tipped onto Song Chan’s head again.
Song Chan clutched her head, feeling a bit wronged. This streak of bad luck even made her wonder if she was in her Mercury retrograde.
A familiar large hand reached over, blocking above her head and pushing away the annoying board for her.
Su Yicen said nothing, but looking at him, a sense of reassurance rose in Song Chan’s heart.
Things progressed very smoothly after that. Song Chan quickly found her rhythm, answering fluently about the 20th Anniversary Issue plans.
Su Yicen beside her, aside from responding to the host’s questions, devoted almost all his attention to that wobbly backdrop board. Every time it looked ready to fall, he would reach out and push it back.
But even with that vigilance, Song Chan still got bonked on the head while he was distracted answering a question.
“Hold on.” Su Yicen interrupted the host’s question, gripped Song Chan’s wrist with one hand, stood to steady the backdrop board, and said to her, “Switch seats. Sit over here by me.”
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands in the live stream, Song Chan looked up at the man who had been holding the board for her. Her body forgot to react, but her heart fell into chaos.
Seeing her frozen, Su Yicen reminded her softly. “Teacher Song, live stream time is precious.”
They switched seats. Su Yicen abandoned his upright posture, leaning lazily on the sofa and using his back to brace the backdrop board.
When the host questioned him and he instinctively straightened, he felt movement behind him. As he pulled away, he raised a hand to shield Song Chan’s head.
But this time, the thud sounded above his own head.
Song Chan pushed the backdrop board away for him. “Teacher Su, are you okay?”
Because of this disobedient backdrop board, netizens had imagined tons of pink bubbles. CP shippers flooded in, and even most of Su Yicen’s fans defected.
Before the live stream ended, Song Chan’s name climbed the hot search front ranks. Plenty came to see just how stunning this glamorous editor was, whose looks rivaled celebrities.
In just over forty minutes, the live stream viewer count hit one million.
With the full flow done, they reached the final segment: answering fan questions.
The host’s eyes couldn’t keep up with the comment barrage speed, and most were shipping CP anyway.
I’m Here to See Greedy-Chan: 【Sister, really not considering entering the film and TV circle?】
Greedy Mouth’s Greedy: 【Really love it. Chanchan’s face value could go viral with any screenshot.】
Human Soy Sauce Guest: 【Big score for the backdrop board moments. Su Yicen protecting the little sister— so doting.】
Cen Cen’s Girlfriend Outside the Circle: 【Sweet to death! So does Cen Cen call her Chanchan privately?】
Su Yicen’s Little Baby: 【Passerby A sister, I was wrong. I take it back— this is kinda shippable TAT. I can accept a sister-in-law like this!!】
Cen Cen Fan Greedy Version: 【Sorry brother, blame Chanchan for growing on my heart.】
Has A-Cen Slept?: 【Our ice block face smiles so sweetly at Chanchan!】
Finally picking a suitable one, the host asked, “A viewer asks, Teacher Song is so pretty—any plans to enter the film and TV circle?”
Song Chan shook her head. “I have no acting skills, so I’m not considering acting.”
Hearing her say that, Su Yicen leaned sideways on the sofa. He turned his head, eyes holding a smile, as if seeing through her facade.
Song Chan’s mind jolted. She remembered that one time the two of them ate at her parents’ house—the first time they returned as a couple.
The loving newlywed act she put on even earned a compliment from Su Yicen, who said her acting was good and had almost made him believe it for real.
Song Chan subtly tsked and shot him a look, signaling him to cut it out.
Their eye contact was caught by sharp-eyed netizens, sparking another wave of excited screams in the comments from those who were shipping them hard.
As the livestream neared its end, the director sent over a photo from today’s shoot to the host’s tablet, releasing it early as a preview for the finale of the 20th Anniversary Issue livestream.
In the photo, Su Yicen wore a fitted deep V suit jacket with nothing underneath, his muscle lines faintly visible and fully showcasing his killer physique.
When the photo appeared on camera, the comments filled with uniform gasps and fangirling, everyone clamoring for the 20th Anniversary Issue presale to start ASAP.
【Aaaah! Brother’s waist!】
【Mind in the gutter, but Cen Cen’s build means his waist strength has gotta be amazing.】
Su Yicen saw their comments and smiled faintly. “My waist is indeed pretty good.”
As he turned to look at Song Chan, he caught her dodging gaze, her face visibly flushed.
【Aaaah, Cen Cen just looked at Chanchan! Chanchan blushed!】
Catching the fleeting comment, Su Yicen spoke up slowly.
“Teacher Song, why’d you blush just now?”
Meeting Song Chan’s questioning stare, he pouted aggrievedly and pointed at the screen.
“It’s what they said. I’m just repeating it.”