7 – Sister, Do Your Best, Don’t Embarrass Your Brother
The girls returned to the dressing room one after another to prepare for the stage.
Yan Qing’s dance costume was somewhat complicated, and Xiao Bei was about to help her adjust it when the dressing room door was silently pushed open.
“Jiang…”
Xiao Bei nearly screamed in excitement.
Jiang Wangyan placed a slender index finger lightly against his lips, and Xiao Bei immediately covered her mouth, forcing herself to suppress her excitement.
Wuwu! Jiang Yandi… a living Jiang Yandi!
“Xiao Bei,” Yan Qing suddenly called out.
She was tugging at a silk ribbon she couldn’t figure out how to tie. The zipper of her dance costume was undone, revealing her smooth, fair back. “Could you try to be a bit more like a workhorse from the production team? Stop dawdling and come help me already.”
Xiao Bei hesitated, about to go over and assist her.
But Jiang Wangyan suddenly handed her a signed photo. Xiao Bei widened her eyes in surprise, but then she remembered that day when she saw Sister Yan lying on top of Jiang Yandi—it hadn’t been a simple situation…
She immediately understood his meaning. After taking the signed photo, she dashed out and even made sure to lock the door behind her.
Yan Qing waited for Xiao Bei’s response but received none.
Just as she was about to urge her again, a low, seductive male voice sounded by her ear. “How do you want this done?”
Yan Qing stiffened slightly. She turned her head in surprise and found herself gazing into a pair of narrow, deep peach blossom eyes.
Jiang Wangyan looked down at her dance costume.
His cool fingertips brushed against the alluring curve of her shoulder blades as he leaned in slightly. “Do you need help with the zipper?”
As he spoke, his warm breath grazed her back.
Yan Qing felt her spine tingle. She immediately turned around, pressing herself against the wall to hide her exposed back. The silk ribbon fluttered to the ground. “Why are you here? Where’s Xiao Bei?”
Jiang Wangyan bent down to pick up the ribbon for her.
His expression was calm, his tone unhurried. “She probably had some personal matter to attend to. She ran out on her own just now.”
Yan Qing: “…”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Why did you come to this variety show? Didn’t Su Jinxia say you turned it down?”
He curved his lips, lowering his gaze with a light laugh. “What do you think?”
“How would I know…”
Yan Qing muttered softly, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “But don’t you know you should avoid being around when a girl is changing clothes? If you don’t leave now, I’ll report you to the production team for being a pervert!”
Hearing this, Jiang Wangyan raised an eyebrow slightly.
He leaned lazily against the wall. “Didn’t you need help?”
Yan Qing didn’t need help from this flirtatious man.
She bit her lip, straining to reach the zipper behind her back, as if determined to manage it herself.
But Jiang Wangyan straightened up leisurely.
He strode over to Yan Qing’s side, grasped her slender, delicate shoulders, and with a slight turn, spun her around.
Yan Qing widened her eyes and glared at him. “What are you doing!”
Jiang Wangyan examined her dance costume, found the zipper, and reached out to pull it up for her.
He observed Yan Qing’s appearance with interest.
The two-piece dance costume revealed her slender, soft waist. His gaze lingered on that small curve…
“You plan to go on stage like this?”
Jiang Wangyan’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, clearly displeased with her exposed waist.
“What’s wrong with showing my waist?” Yan Qing shot him a look. “What era is this? Which row of the Terracotta Army are you from?”
She snatched the ribbon back from the man, still wanting to tie it herself, but one hand simply couldn’t manage a bow.
She could only look up at him, aggrieved. “Um… do you know how to tie a bow?”
Jiang Wangyan: “…”
He looked at the girl calmly, unmoving.
Yan Qing lightly tugged at the corner of his clothes with her fingertips. “Just… for the sake of our father-son relationship.””Father and son?” Jiang Wangyan raised a brow slightly.
She muttered inwardly: But I’m definitely your dad.
Yet Jiang Wangyan recalled yesterday, when Yan Qing had angered him, only to kneel and call him daddy in a WeChat message moments later.
The man’s gaze held an ambiguous meaning, “Are you saying… you won’t bow to a dog man, don’t even think about it?”
Yan Qing: “…”
The forced smile on her face froze.
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Yan Qing braced herself and dodged the topic, lightly poking his waist, “Do you know how to do it or not?”
“No.” Jiang Wangyan turned to leave.
But just as he turned, he suddenly heard a sharp intake of breath, “Hiss—”
Jiang Wangyan immediately halted.
Before he could say anything, a soft, delicate figure bumped into his arms. Yan Qing reached out, grabbing his collar in a panic, “Don’t go, don’t go, don’t leave yet!”
A flicker of surprise danced in the corners of Jiang Wangyan’s eyes.
Looking at the girl nestled in his embrace, he raised a hand and gently ruffled her hair, “Is Junior Yan so proactive today? Finally learned to throw yourself into your senior’s arms?”
“Throw myself into your arms, my ass!” Yan Qing fumed.
She gritted her small, sharp teeth and lifted a pair of exquisite fox-like eyes, “My hair accessory is caught on your brooch.”
Only then did Jiang Wangyan notice his brooch.
He didn’t usually have this habit, but since it was a live broadcast for the show, his manager Ming Huai insisted he wear it.
Yan Qing was performing an exotic dance, and her hair accessory was somewhat long. Perhaps it had accidentally gotten caught when he helped her with the zipper earlier.
“Take off the brooch,” Yan Qing said.
A ripple of emotion shimmered in Jiang Wangyan’s eyes. Rarely did he get to hold her like this, and he wasn’t too keen on moving.
Yan Qing nudged his foot with hers, “Hurry up.”
“Hmm?” Jiang Wangyan raised a brow, “Men don’t have the word ‘hurry’ in their vocabulary here.”
Yan Qing wished she could have Tuo Tuo spit in his face.
But Tuo Tuo was asleep at that moment, sprawled out, mumbling “ah-ba ah-ba” in his sleep.
Sensing the little flames of anger burning inside the girl.
Jiang Wangyan chuckled softly and stopped teasing her, “If you don’t want it to hurt, be good and don’t move.”
Yan Qing’s scalp had already been tugged painfully earlier.
Her fair, tender cheeks puffed up slightly as she obediently buried her head in his chest, not daring to move a muscle.
But Jiang Wangyan’s movements were slow and deliberate.
He leisurely fiddled with the beaded hair accessory, making no progress for a while, “It’s quite troublesome.”
Yan Qing: “…”
“Take off the brooch, and I’ll untangle it myself slowly.”
Jiang Wangyan remained unmoved, “Someone saw me come in earlier. If I go out now looking disheveled, with the brooch left here with you, what do you think they’ll assume?”
Yan Qing: “…”
This flirtatious man is the real jinx, okay!
She couldn’t argue, “Then hurry up and fix it!”
Jiang Wangyan continued at his leisurely pace, “Big brother said, big brother doesn’t have those two words here.”
Yan Qing felt her fists clenching.
Just then, a knock came from outside, “Teacher Yan, are you there? Have you seen Jiang Yandi?”
Hearing this, Yan Qing immediately looked up.
No one had seen Jiang Wangyan enter, and the production team, noticing his absence, was searching everywhere for him.
Yan Qing was about to speak up, “He… mmm!”
But Jiang Wangyan quickly covered her mouth.He lowered his gaze. “Do you want others to know I’m helping you change clothes, junior? If that’s the case, I don’t really mind either…”
Yan Qing widened her eyes and shook her head frantically.
She quickly pushed Jiang Wangyan’s hand away and replied through the door to the person outside, “I haven’t seen him!”
The staff member rustled outside the door, planning to search elsewhere, and reminded her to keep an eye on the time.
Jiang Wangyan finally untangled her hair accessory.
Yan Qing raised her hand, wanting to hit him, but Jiang Wangyan caught the half-tied silk ribbon. The man lowered his gaze and tied two bows for her.
Then he leaned down slightly, close to her ear. “Do your best, junior. Don’t embarrass your senior.”
With that, he turned and left her dressing room.
Yan Qing stomped her feet in frustration, but this flirtatious man had not only helped her put on her dance costume but also tied her bows, acting as if he were just lending a hand and completely detached…
Leaving her with no opening to call him a scoundrel.