Chapter 328: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [25]

Guan Han wasn't used to letting her heart soak in syrup, so she changed the subject, saying, "Let's get changed."

Fu Yujun reverted to her usual self, teasing her with a flirtatious look, "Together?"

"..." Guan Han replied, "Separately."

Unable to hold back the thoughts running through her mind, she shot her a sidelong glance and said, "Last night, you claimed to be an upright person."

Fu Yujun burst out laughing, "Hahahaha."

The first to notice the growing closeness between Fu Yujun and Guan Han was Fu Yujun's assistant, Ai Ya.

At 8 a.m., Ai Ya arrived with the driver to pick up Fu Yujun for a magazine shoot. She took the elevator up to the floor and, as usual, rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by Guan Han, dressed in a blue-striped suit—stylish yet professional. Tall and slender, her hair was neatly tied back, and she wore a pair of silver-rimmed metal-frame glasses. She gave a slight nod, her expression cool and distant.

From inside, a voice drifted lazily from what seemed like the bedroom, "Darling, who is it?"

Guan Han glanced back, "It's Ai Ya."

"I'll be right out."

The sound of slippers shuffling across the floor followed, and Fu Yujun emerged wearing a pale white maxi dress that ended just below her knees, revealing a glimpse of her fair and shapely calves.

Fu Yujun walked over to a spot a few steps away from Guan Han, then spun around gracefully like a ballet dancer, the white skirt swirling around her like a fluttering butterfly.

She stopped, and the butterfly-like skirt settled. Biting her lip slightly, she smiled with a hint of shyness.

"Do I look good?"

Guan Han's lips curved into a faint smile, her gaze softening as she said, "You look beautiful."

Ai Ya's mouth twitched.

Was this still the mature and steady "Sister Jun" she knew? And what was with this long dress? It was so fairy-like—was she trying to steal Tang Ruoyao's persona?

Was the evergreen tree of friendship in the entertainment industry, the 405 group, inevitably heading toward collapse?

The strangest part was Manager Guan—the unyielding steel had turned into soft, pliable silk. What kind of mysterious, unspeakable event had happened last night?!

After the two put on their shoes and headed out, Guan Han held both her own and Fu Yujun's bags in one hand while intertwining her fingers with Fu Yujun's. Ai Ya noticed that Guan Han seemed a bit uncomfortable, her gaze averted, but she didn't resist—she was probably just not used to it.

As for Fu Yujun, she held Guan Han's hand with one hand and wrapped her other arm around Guan Han's, clinging closely with an int!mate, sweet smile. In the spacious elevator cabin, the two occupied just a small corner, stuck together like conjoined twins.

Guan Han's face was squished against Fu Yujun's, her glasses askew, and she sighed helplessly, "Yujun."

Ai Ya: "!!!"

Even the form of address had changed! Manager Guan always used to call Sister Jun by her full name in public.

Fu Yujun straightened Guan Han's glasses and nuzzled her nose into the crook of Guan Han's neck, looking utterly enchanted.

Ai Ya's eyes lit up, suspecting that the two might ignite a fiery passion at any moment. An elevator scene? How thrilling! But there seemed to be surveillance cameras inside.

She shrank into a corner, securing the perfect vantage point, while wrestling with whether she should remind them about the cameras if something did happen—or perhaps take the initiative and block the lens herself?

But with her height of less than 160 cm, how could she possibly block two people who were over 170 cm?

Fu Yujun and Guan Han didn't do anything in the elevator, leaving Ai Ya unsure whether to feel regret or relief. Once they stepped out, Fu Yujun immediately shed her delicate, clinging persona. Tall with long legs, wearing stiletto heels, oversized sunglasses, and cool-toned rosewood lipstick, she exuded an aura that commanded attention.

Guan Han's presence was even more formidable as she walked beside her.

Ai Ya, tasked with carrying the bags, trailed behind like a little attendant, half-jogging to keep up.

Inside the van, Fu Yujun reverted to clinging onto Guan Han like a human koala, making Ai Ya seriously wonder if she had a split personality.

Meanwhile, Guan Han calmly held a tablet, briefing Fu Yujun on the upcoming schedule as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Ai Ya watched for a while before suddenly realizing—wait, isn't that supposed to be my job?

Ai Ya: "..."

After finishing the rundown, Guan Han gently stroked the head resting on her shoulder. "Tired?"

The two had stayed up quite late the night before. In the throes of new love, even lying side by side holding hands made their hearts race. In the darkness, their eyes traced each other's silhouettes, and before long, they were embracing and kissing.

Fu Yujun took the opportunity to act coy. "So tired..."

Guan Han shifted her down to rest her head on her lap. "Then sleep for a bit."

"Will you stay with me?" Fu Yujun blinked.

Guan Han gave a brief "Mm."

Holding one of Guan Han's hands, Fu Yujun turned inward and closed her eyes.

Guan Han used her free hand to log into her work email. As a popular celebrity, Fu Yujun received numerous invitations—variety shows, reality programs, interviews, film and TV roles—varying widely in quality. The obviously unsuitable ones were filtered out by the team, while those that passed the initial screening were evaluated by Guan Han before a decision was made. Some well-connected offers came directly to Guan Han. Both professionally and personally, Guan Han was deeply invested in Fu Yujun's career.

Focused, she finished replying to an email, only then noticing a ticklish sensation at her waist.

She glanced down. Fu Yujun's eyes were still closed, but her fluttering eyelashes betrayed her wakefulness. Her hand was kneading Guan Han's abdomen through her shirt.

Guan Han said nothing, silently tensing her muscles.

Fu Yujun was startled.

Where there had been a layer of soft flesh moments before, distinct, firm lines suddenly emerged. Heat radiated through the fabric like a red-hot iron, almost scorching Fu Yujun's fingers.

She resisted the urge to pull her hand back, but her cheeks flushed slightly.

Guan Han switched to a messaging app and typed a few words into her chat with Fu Yujun, then sent it.

Fu Yujun's phone vibrated. With her feigned sleep exposed, she gave up the act and opened the message.

Guan Han: [Do you like it?]

Fu Yujun: "!!!"

She stared at Guan Han in shock.

She never expected the ever-composed Guan Han to be like this.

As a theoretical expert but a novice in practice, Fu Yujun decided to flirt back: [I prefer it when it's soft, swaying gently like a willow branch, eagerly twisting to meet me, just like that night]

Guan Han: "..."

Is this what an upright person says?

[System: Fu Yujun has retracted a message]

The upright Fu Yujun replied succinctly: [I like it]

Guan Han had no desire to engage further.

Ai Ya simply watched as they exchanged sweet nothings via their phones right under her nose.

Outside the building where the magazine shoot was taking place, a breakfast stall sold jianbing, its aroma wafting for blocks. Fu Yujun had already eaten breakfast at home—a lovingly prepared, albeit average-tasting, meal made by Guan Han. Still, Fu Yujun had eaten every bite contentedly, showing her appreciation.

The aroma of fried pancakes teased their senses, awakening a ravenous hunger within. Love really does boost one's appetite.

Fu Yujun glanced toward the source of the smell before entering the building.

Guan Han, ever attentive, paused and asked, "Want some?"

Fu Yujun shook her head. "I'm full, can't eat anymore."

Guan Han said, "You can have a bite, I'll finish the rest."

A spark of interest lit up Fu Yujun's eyes, clearly tempted.

Understanding her hesitation, Guan Han said, "I'll go buy it for you."

Fu Yujun tugged at her sleeve. "Hey."

She was about to say never mind, but Guan Han gently pressed her hand down and reassured her, "It's fine, I'll be right back. Ai Ya."

Ai Ya responded promptly, "Yes."

Guan Han instructed, "Take your sister inside first." Her tone was noticeably colder than when she spoke to Fu Yujun.

Ai Ya, used to this, replied, "Okay."

Guan Han glanced down at Fu Yujun's high heels and added, "Hold her arm when she goes up the steps."

Ai Ya chirped, "Got it."

Then, noticing Fu Yujun's dress for the day, Guan Han added another warning, "Keep an eye on the surroundings, don't let anyone get too close." Some people with low morals might intentionally try to take inappropriate photos, so even though the dress was long enough, she felt the need to remind them.

Ai Ya lowered her head, hiding a fleeting smile. "Understood."

After giving Fu Yujun a thorough once-over and confirming there was nothing else to note, Guan Han said, "Go on ahead."

Ai Ya carefully held Fu Yujun's arm, escorting her up the steps with caution.

Halfway up, Fu Yujun turned back and saw Guan Han walking toward the breakfast stall. Just as her gaze settled on Guan Han's retreating figure, Guan Han seemed to sense it and turned to look back at her.

Though separated by a considerable distance, Fu Yujun felt that in that moment, they were closer than ever.

Guan Han gestured for her to go on ahead.

Fu Yujun smiled and continued up the steps with light, confident strides, navigating the stairs in her high heels as if they were flat ground.

Ai Ya hurriedly reminded her, "Slow down, slow down!"

If Fu Yujun were to trip or get hurt, Manager Guan would surely have her head. Even though Guan Han didn't say much, her actions spoke volumes—she cherished Fu Yujun as if she were the apple of her eye.

Finally stepping onto level ground, Fu Yujun entered the building through the automatic glass doors. The lobby was air-conditioned, and since this office building often hosted public figures, the receptionist, noticing Fu Yujun's fair skin, red lips, elegant dress, and sunglasses, offered a professional, standard smile and asked politely, "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

Ai Ya, embodying the demeanor of an assistant to a popular artist, stood tall and said, "Yes, we have one on the 19th floor—"

Fu Yujun interrupted her, addressing the receptionist courteously, "I'm waiting for a friend, please give us a moment. Thank you."

The receptionist replied, "No problem, take your time."

Ai Ya waited with Fu Yujun in the lobby. Having been by her side for years, they shared a good rapport. Choosing her words carefully, half-teasing and half-admiring, Ai Ya remarked, "Manager Guan really treats you differently."

Hearing this, Fu Yujun felt as if a jar of honey had been overturned in her heart. Beneath her sunglasses, the corners of her eyes curved slightly, though she feigned nonchalance. "How so?"

Ai Ya explained, "With just a look from you, she goes to buy you breakfast. When you're going up steps, she acts like you're climbing a mountain of knives or diving into a sea of fire, giving instructions left and right. No one else gets that kind of treatment."

Fu Yujun's eyes crinkled into a smile as she waved a hand dismissively. "That's just because I'm her artist. She's always been like this."

Ai Ya exaggeratedly said, "That can't be. I've been observing ever since you signed with her, and now she treats you..." At the critical moment, Ai Ya deliberately paused for suspense.

Fu Yujun blurted out, "Treats me how?"

Ai Ya thought to herself: 'Oh, my dear Yujun, your mature, composed, and self-controlled persona has completely vanished.'

Ai Ya cleared her throat and said, "She treats you like you're a treasure—afraid you'll break if held in her hands, afraid you'll spoil if kept in her mouth. When you were sleeping in the car earlier, weren't your eyes closed? The way she looked at you was so tender and affectionate, I almost wondered if she was possessed."

Fu Yujun was overjoyed, unable to suppress the curve of her rising lips.

"What else?"

"I'll keep observing," Ai Ya said, adhering to the spirit of seeking truth from facts.

"I'll give you a bonus at the end of the month."

"Great!" Ai Ya replied. "But for now, you need to tone down that smile. Save the celebration for when you get home."

......

"One pancake with sausage, chicken strips, and pork tenderloin, plus a bag of milk." Guan Han, who had finally made it to the front of the line, tucked a strand of her long black hair behind her ear as she spoke.

The vendor skillfully scooped a ladle of multigrain batter and spread it into a pancake, adding various fillings.

Guan Han glanced at the side dishes in the nearby stainless steel containers and added, "Less spicy, no pickled radish." Fu Yujun didn't like pickled vegetables.

The vendor replied, "Got it."

Guan Han took the steaming pancake, picked a bag of milk from the crate, scanned the code to pay, and strode away from the queue toward the building.

"Why didn't you go up?"

As Guan Han passed through the automatic glass door, she found Fu Yujun, who should have been waiting upstairs, still lingering on the first floor.

Fu Yujun said, "I wanted to go up with you."

Guan Han pulled out her phone from her pocket and said, "I'll call Xinglan's director to let her know we've arrived and ask her to send someone down to escort you."

Fu Yujun said, "I want a bite of the pancake first. It smells so good."

Guan Han opened the bag and brought it to Fu Yujun's lips. Fu Yujun opened her mouth, taking a small bite to avoid smudging her lipstick. As she chewed slowly, Guan Han naturally cupped her hand under Fu Yujun's chin to catch any falling crumbs.

All the while, she stared intently into Fu Yujun's eyes.

Fu Yujun lowered her gaze and whispered uncomfortably, "Why are you... staring at me like that?"

Guan Han averted her eyes and coughed lightly.

She thought in confusion: 'Was I? I didn't even realize it myself.'

The receptionist watched them curiously. Two elegant, long-haired women were behaving int!mately—one shy and flustered, the other suddenly looking away. The scene inexplicably gave off a yuri vibe.

The one wearing sunglasses must be a celebrity. No wonder people say there are many lesbians in the entertainment industry. The other one is quite attractive too.

After taking two bites, Fu Yujun shook her head, saying she couldn't eat anymore. Guan Han took the half-eaten pancake and, following the faint red lipstick mark, took a bite, swiftly and gracefully finishing most of it.

Fu Yujun held a tissue in her hand. When Guan Han reached for it, Fu Yujun pulled her hand back and instead gently wiped Guan Han's lips herself, smiling softly.

Guan Han thought to herself: 'Isn't this a bit too blatant?'

The elevator door on the first floor opened, and a woman wearing round glasses stepped out. After scanning the area, she walked directly toward Fu Yujun and her companion, a smile spreading across her face. "Are you Ms. Fu?"

Fu Yujun removed her sunglasses, her smile gentle and reserved, her voice soft. "Hello."

She didn't miss the subtle step Guan Han took back in her peripheral vision.

The girl with round glasses said, "I'm Director Shen's assistant. She sent me down to greet you. I didn't expect you to arrive so early. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Guan Han replied, "Not at all. We just got here ourselves."

The round-glasses girl gestured invitingly and said, "Please follow me."

As the group passed the front desk, the receptionist watched them enter the elevator with a smile, though her mind was racing with astonishment.

That woman in sunglasses was actually the big star Fu Yujun! And she's gay! The rumors online about her having something going on with her agent were true—all those denials about them just being close friends were lies. So they were really "socialist sisters"!

The entertainment industry is truly full of secrets!

Xinglan Entertainment owned a fashion magazine that held significant prestige domestically. Fu Yujun had graced its cover early in her career and maintained a good relationship with Director Shen over the years—exchanging holiday greetings and small gifts. In terms of personal connection, Fu Yujun was actually closer to Director Shen than Guan Han was.

This was also why Guan Han's professional network had expanded rapidly since signing Fu Yujun—many connections were built through Fu Yujun's existing relationships.

As for why Fu Yujun had dared to sign with Guan Han, a newcomer agent, the fundamental reason was that she had already firmly established herself in the industry. Even if Guan Han had been completely inexperienced, Fu Yujun could have secured her own resources and exposure to enhance her value in the industry.

She never entered battles unprepared.

Guan Han accompanied her to the 19th floor, where Director Shen personally came out to greet them. Guan Han naturally stepped back, allowing Fu Yujun to embrace the forty-year-old director.

"Long time no see. What have you been busy with lately?" Director Shen released her and looked her up and down with a smile. "Dressed so beautifully today—going on a date?"

Fu Yujun laughed. "Busy falling in love."

Director Shen expressed surprise. "Really?"

Fu Yujun glanced at her lover's slightly furrowed brows and playfully denied it. "Just kidding. Do I look like someone who would hide a relationship?"

Director Shen rested her chin on her hand and nodded. "Actually, you do."

She subtly glanced toward Guan Han. There were no real secrets in their circle—Fu Yujun always carried herself with composed propriety around others, yet treated Guan Han distinctly differently. During private gatherings, whenever friends mentioned Guan Han, Fu Yujun never denied her fondness.

Moreover, now that Fu Yujun had mentioned a lover, the look in Guan Han's eyes was particularly telling.

Fu Yujun chuckled and scolded her lightly.

Catching the hint, Director Shen laughed and changed the subject, greeting Guan Han before walking cheerfully with Fu Yujun toward the indoor studio.

Guan Han trailed a step behind, following silently.

With nearly a decade in the industry, Fu Yujun possessed exceptional camera presence. In the studio, her soft features were accentuated with contouring, her gaze sharp and profound. Draping a blazer over her shoulder, she stood with her shirt tucked into coffee-colored trousers, gazing lazily into the lens.

Her nonchalance carried a restrained sharpness, like an unsheathed treasure sword.

Then she let the hand resting on her shoulder drop, casually holding the jacket as she walked forward, her expression melancholy—as if strolling down an autumn street strewn with maple leaves.

She shifted between these two contrasting moods seamlessly.

The photographer kept firing flashes, fully focused, not daring to miss a single frame.

Guan Han crossed her arms, a faint smile touching her lips, utterly captivated by Fu Yujun's magnetic presence before the camera.

Fu Yujun's previously filmed martial arts drama was about to air. Known for her ability to carry viewership ratings, this series marked her return to television after a two-year hiatus. Eagerly anticipated by audiences, it generated massive online buzz even before its official release date was announced.

Today's magazine shoot was a special feature related to the drama. Beyond the cover photo, there was also a short video segment. What would it showcase? Playing a female knight-errant naturally meant demonstrating martial arts skills.

Having undergone intensive martial arts training both before and during filming, a few simple moves were nothing challenging for Fu Yujun.

Dressed in a shirt and trousers, she clenched her fists, assumed her stance, and executed a powerful high kick.

This was followed by a straight punch, a forward step, a spinning flying kick, and finally, taking an unsharpened long sword handed to her by a staff member. With a flexible flick of her wrist, she twirled the blade before her, creating beautiful sword patterns.

Suddenly, Guan Han heard waves of gasps and screams echoing through the studio.

Turning around, she saw that aside from the photographer who barely managed to suppress his astonishment, everyone else appeared completely mesmerized. Ai Ya tightly covered her own mouth, trying not to seem as inexperienced as the others.

She was Sister Jun's assistant! What kind of spectacle hadn't she witnessed before?

Yet, for the ten-thousand-and-first time, she found herself so captivated by Fu Yujun's charisma that her legs went weak. Without thinking, she braced herself against Guan Han's arm before collapsing to the floor.

Guan Han glanced at her hand, then calmly shifted her gaze to Ai Ya's face.

Ai Ya stiffly withdrew her hand.

Guan Han turned her attention back to the set, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Was it really that impressive?

...Indeed, it was.

Guan Han pressed her lips together.

Fully focused on her swordplay, Fu Yujun didn't notice that Guan Han had left her observation spot, nor that someone was quietly approaching her. Though the sword wasn't sharp, being struck by it would still hurt.

Guan Han's hand pierced through the dense sword patterns with pinpoint accuracy, seizing Fu Yujun's wrist.

Just like the top masters described in novels—catching a bare blade with bare hands.

Even more exaggerated gasps and screams erupted across the set, with colleagues clutching each other's arms tightly.

Everyone: "!!!"

How did she do that?!

Ai Ya, whose legs had gone weak again, screamed internally: 'Ahhhhhhh!!!'

She could do it! She could do anything! What should she do? Should she choose Manager Guan or Sister Jun as her husband? Never mind—they could have each other, and she could have them both! Absolutely!

Guan Han gazed calmly at Fu Yujun, who was stunned by her bare-handed blade catch. Her slender fingers tightened slightly, her eyes deep and intense as she murmured in a low voice, "We have enough footage."

She glanced at the sword in Fu Yujun's hand.

Fu Yujun released her grip, and Guan Han took the sword, reaching backward.

A staff member hurried over with the scabbard.

Without even looking, Guan Han sheathed the sword with a reverse motion, then raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly at her lover.

A hint of playful pride flickered in her expressive eyes.

Unsurprisingly, Fu Yujun's heart raced at Guan Peacock's dazzling display, her adrenaline surging. She nearly threw herself into Guan Han's arms right then, kissing her breathless in a fervent embrace.

But they were still on set. So instead, she tightly grasped Guan Han's hand, her eyes fixed on her like a hound locking onto its prey in the forest, dark flames burning deep within her gaze.

The photographer's camera had been running the entire time, capturing it all.

Next was the interview. Fu Yujun never found a chance to be alone with Guan Han. She traced each of Guan Han's knuckles with her fingers, her lips pressed into a thin line, her expression visibly displeased.

Guan Han glanced at the equipment being adjusted nearby and urged her to go over, saying, "The interview is about to start."

Fu Yujun looked at her with a pitiful expression.

Guan Han said softly, "Be good."

Fu Yujun didn't move.

Guan Han gently stroked her head, coaxing, "Good girl."

Fu Yujun's expression softened, but she still swayed her hand gently.

Guan Han pretended to speak, leaning close to Fu Yujun's ear. From an angle invisible to everyone, she gently kissed her earlobe.

Fu Yujun embraced her, releasing her after two seconds, and said cheerfully, "I'm off now."

Guan Han smiled.

Witnessing this, Ai Ya's eyes flashed with understanding.

'Hmph, Sister Jun is indeed a complete delicate flower.'

Today's feature revolved entirely around the TV drama. Fu Yujun sat on a white sofa, bathed in flattering overhead lighting. With her long legs elegantly crossed, she calmly answered questions about her insights and growth over the past two years, her mindset then and now, why she chose this particular TV drama, and her thoughts on portraying the character.

Guan Han watched with a smile.

Director Shen stood nearby, arms crossed, glancing from Fu Yujun to Guan Han.

"Director Guan."

Guan Han retracted her smile, turning her head politely. Her voice was cool and composed. "Director Shen."

Director Shen smiled. "Would you like to have lunch together later?"

Guan Han nodded. "Of course."

As the interview drew to a close, Fu Yujun was asked about her love life.

"Yujun, we've all seen your professional achievements, and I believe everyone is quite curious about your romantic status. Are you currently seeing anyone? Could you share something with us?"

Guan Han looked at Fu Yujun.

Fu Yujun smiled faintly and smoothly replied, "If there's good news, I'll be sure to let everyone know."

The reporter tactfully didn't press further, instead closing her notebook and putting away the microphone. She stood up and bowed slightly. "Thank you, Teacher Fu, for your cooperation in this interview."

Fu Yujun walked over and initiated a hug.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Guan Han nodded to Director Shen beside her and strode toward Fu Yujun. Fu Yujun naturally reached for her hand, a sweet smile on her face. Sensing Director Shen's gaze from behind, Guan Han's slender fingers twitched slightly, tentatively trying to pull away.

Fu Yujun gripped her hand firmly.

Guan Han: "..."

Director Shen called out from not far away, "Ladies, shall we go eat?"

Fu Yujun: "I need to change first."

Holding Guan Han's hand, she led her to the dressing room. As soon as they entered, Fu Yujun pressed Guan Han against the door. The room dimmed before her eyes as a fervent kiss descended.

Fu Yujun lifted Guan Han's hands, crossed her wrists, and pinned them above her head with one hand, raising an eyebrow at her teasingly.

Guan Han: "..."

This kind of position really...

Forget it, as long as she likes it.

Fu Yujun stared at her intently for a moment, a smile playing on her lips, before kissing her again.

It turned out that such a kiss, with its undertones of constraint and compulsion, was even more stimulating. Before long, Guan Han felt her entire body heating up, enveloped by a familiar sensation.

The air grew thick and stifling, with soft panting sounds filling the room.

Before things spiraled out of control, Guan Han pushed Fu Yujun away, freeing her hands.

Fu Yujun licked her lips, unsatisfied, and teased, "So you're into this kind of thing."

Author's Note: 

Fu Yujun: Manager Guan looks...

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