Madam, Your Vest Fell Again

Yang Fei had retired and was now OST’s coach, moving behind the scenes.

The Yang family’s consortium was calling him to go back and inherit the family business every day.

Fans were shouting every day for him to play with Qin Ran again.

As an OST fan, how could Gu Mingsheng not know Yang Fei? Although he had retired, he was still an irreplaceable legend of the Kyushu Tour.

“I, I, I…” Gu Mingsheng clicked to confirm with shaking hands. He turned off his chat with his brothers and turned on the new one. “My name is Gu Mingsheng.”

He introduced himself nervously.

“Oh, so you’re Big Brother Lu’s friend.” Lin Siran smiled and comforted him, even adding him as a friend. “It’s okay, we’re all brothers. Let’s play together in the future, we’ll pull you into our group. Yao Yao and I are rookies, so we only need to follow Sun God and King Yan.”

Gu Mingsheng had been paying attention to Yang Fei and not the others.

Upon hearing them mention King Yan, he turned and looked at the account “Yan Xiaoxi”.

He fell into deep silence.

…

The Qin family’s house.

Qin Hanqiu was talking to the people in the hall.

“Patriarch Qin, I…” The person glanced at Qin Hanqiu and stopped talking.

Qin Hanqiu raised his teacup. “The tea you brought tastes very good. Ran Ran will definitely like it.”

The speaker broke into a cold sweat and immediately stood up. “It’s fine as long as the Eldest Lady is satisfied. Patriarch Qin, I’ll leave you to it.”

Qin Hanqiu looked up at him, surprised. “Didn’t you have something to tell me?”

The speaker didn’t dare to lift his head, thinking that the rumors outside were correct. This Qin Hanqiu was too good at pretending and was a witty old fox. Before he could speak, he had directly mentioned Qin Ran, trying to kill him without spilling blood.

He didn’t dare say a single word and directly left.

After the man had left, Qin Hanqiu put down his teacup and wondered aloud, “Why didn’t he tell me what it was? Forget it, is Ran Ran back? I’ll go ahead and play chess with Brother Ken first.”

Butler Qin: “… I’ll prepare dinner. You can go find Mr. Ken.”

Qin Hanqiu went to the back garden to look for Kenneth.

Kenneth had stayed in Beijing for a long time and had learned lots from Cheng Mu and Qin Ran.

In the beginning, Qin Hanqiu had been able to win him in chess, but they were evenly matched now.

During dinner, Qin Ran returned with a bag of kraft paper.

“Sign it yourself.” She tossed it over to Kenneth.

It was the peace treaty she had brought back from the last conference held in Continent M.

Kenneth said calmly, “Let’s talk about it next time.”

Qin Ran crossed her legs and glanced at him. “Do you want to fight with me too?”

Qin Hanqiu served the braised pork ribs and hot and sour fish soup that he had cooked and called Qin Ran over for dinner. “Eat first, and then talk to Brother Ken later. It’s not good to be so violent.”

Kenneth clamped a piece of ribs and nodded. “Since Brother Qin and I are friends, let’s have a competition.”

“Go on.” Qin Ran sat down and reached out for a piece of fish first.

Kenneth glanced at her. “Didn’t your company just release a gunfight game recently? If you can kill more people than me, I’ll sign it.”

He heard that Qin Ran hadn’t participated in the production of this gunfight game, and it had been entirely made by Qin Ling and the Tang family.

Qin Ran: “Are you serious?”

Kenneth nodded. “Of course.”

Qin Ran looked incomprehensibly at him. “Okay.”

Qin Hanqiu coughed when the two of them had finished speaking. “Ran Ran, I want to return to Ninghai Town in a few days.”

Qin Ling was still in Ninghai Town, and he wanted to deal with it.

Qin Ran said casually, “Okay, you can bring Mingyue’s uncle over on the way. Mingyue is getting married, they must be at her wedding. I’ll let Shi Liming go back with you.”

Compared to Augustus, Qin Ran felt like Qin Hanqiu’s matters were small.

…

Yan Xi had 100 million fans.

There were many comments under his Weibo—

[Brother, promise me, we don’t want Mimi’s photos in the fan welfare pack this time. Although I like her, I prefer your selfies!]

[I’m begging you!]

[Please don’t mess around with the Great God, boohoo.]

[I vaguely remember that the two variety shows he appeared on are out of print.]

[10 years ago, while I was doing laundry, my son ran to me and said: Mom, look, King Yan just posted a selfie!]

…

Yan Xi and Boss Zhou were both cold and rarely posted on Weibo. Everyone could only beg Film Emperor Qin’s studio.

After rounds of twists and turns, Film Emperor Qin’s manager finally couldn’t stand it and euphemistically spoke to Boss Wang.

After all, he was Film Emperor Qin’s manager, Qin Ran’s uncle.

“Yan Xi has 100 million fans now. Send them benefits.” Boss Wang took his cell phone to find Yan Xi and pulled him up from the sofa.

Looking up, Yan Xi was immediately sober. “What benefits?” he asked slowly.

“100 million fans.” Boss Wang showed him his Weibo. “Being your fan is really the world’s… second worst thing.”

He originally wanted to say it was the worst thing, but then he thought that Qin Ran must have taken that spot.

“Take a few selfies and post a nine-square grid, okay?” Boss Wang shook his phone.

Yan Xi pressed the phone and glanced at the time, thinking for a while. “Let’s just do a live-stream.”

Boss Wang was taken aback. “About what?”

Yan Xi got up and walked to the computer. “Playing games.”

…

10 minutes later.

[Yan Xi is live] was on the first page of the hot search on Weibo, and the latest Weibo posts were all about the live-stream.

In the live-stream, there was only Yan Xi’s cold side-profile.

The real-time comments—

[Ahhhhh once in a lifetime!!]

[What are you playing? Online shooting? Okay, I’ll arrange it immediately.]

[Brother, are you waiting for your friends?]

Seemingly in a good mood, Yan Xi looked at the comments. “I’m waiting for my friends. They’ll take a while.”

[I’m so jealous, I want to play games with you too.]

[I’ll go and register immediately, I might even play against them!]

[Who are they to make him wait five minutes? If it were me, I would be waiting for him!]

The group of people continued sending comments and had already downloaded the game to search for Yan Xi and the other three roommates’ accounts.

About four minutes later.

Finally, someone came in.

[Big Forest? Why does the name feel so familiar?]

The second person also entered.

[Mr. Ken?]

[Who is this? The name is so strange.]

At that moment, the third person also came in with a simple name—

Q.