Assistant Bai Really Does Have a Three Year Old Child - Chapter 6.1

“I stayed up all night preparing for this temporary interview. The sponsors emphasized a thousand times that there must be no mistakes. What am I supposed to do now?” The staff member was truly crying in distress, teardrops shattering like petals as they hit the ground.

The makeup artist offered a kind reminder: “Try to see if it can be wiped off. Look for the button; I know how to sew. Don’t panic.”

As the makeup artist helped wipe the foundation off the clothes, Bai Tan and the staff member were practically crawling on the floor, searching for that vanished button.

At that moment, another person entered, urging them: “Are you ready? The live interview starts in five minutes.”

The makeup artist used a makeup remover wipe on the foundation, but fabric isn’t like skin; once the cloth was soaked by the wipe, the stain only spread wider. Meanwhile, the two of them had practically turned the dressing room upside down and still hadn’t found the button.

The buttons on the suit provided by the sponsor were exquisitely crafted, featuring a golden relief of an Iron Fern. No ordinary button could replace it.

The staff member fell into utter despair, sitting on the floor and wailing: “I told you to check it thoroughly! It’s too late to have a new one delivered now! The director is going to kill me!”

No one felt good about such an emergency, but Bai Tan felt it most acutely. He had caused such a huge mess on his very first day of work. These might seem like small things, but most importantly, such a “small thing” delayed the production progress and brought a negative impact to Huo Yang. People wouldn’t blame his assistant; they would only blame Huo Yang for poor management, or worse, claim he simply didn’t respect the sponsors.

Bai Tan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his fingers instinctively brushed against the tulip brooch on his chest. It is often said that the most important things parents should teach their children are social experience and problem-solving skills, but neither his father nor his mother had ever taught him how to handle something like this.

He clenched his hand tightly, the sharp edges of the tulip brooch stabbing deep into his fingertips.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Bai Tan pulled up the staff member who was still wailing on the ground and looked at them seriously: “You go to the studio first. I promise I will handle it, and I will take full responsibility for any consequences.”

The staff member rose unsteadily, their brow furrowed deeply enough to crush a fly. They didn’t know how Bai Tan planned to handle it, but they had no choice but to treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

8:00 PM sharp.

The moment the livestream opened, an army of millions flooded in. Comments poured in one after another, densely covering the screen.

Hubby, you’ve worked so hard! Filming and interviews all in one day, kisses and hugs~

It’s time for everyone’s favorite game: Find the Difference, Huo Yang’s Outfit Edition!

Hahaha, the person above spoke the truth. But Brother Yang mainly goes for the ascetic style, so it’s always the same type of suit. You can only find differences in the patterns and colors, haha.

How bold! Be grateful we have anything to watch at all! Brother Yang originally planned to rest for a while, but for you little goblins, he’s turned into a workaholic again. No blasphemy allowed!

Looking forward to it! When is Teacher Huo coming out? [Rubbing hands expectantly]

I want to see Brother Yang’s long legs. I want to be ridden by those long legs.

Ahem, person above, this is a comment section, not a deserted wilderness [I want to see it too].

On camera, the host suddenly stood up, and everyone’s blood rushed to their heads. What they wanted to see was coming!

The applause from the atmosphere crew off-stage rang out, and a tall, slender figure appeared in the frame. True to the comments, the two legs wrapped in suit trousers were straight and long, exceptionally eye-catching. It was like a massive dose of pheromones walking in; everyone, from the studio staff to the viewers behind their screens, couldn’t help but sigh: Spring has arrived.

The director looked at Huo Yang through the monitor and suddenly frowned, then looked toward the staff member in charge of his wardrobe with suspicion. The staff member avoided the director’s gaze, clapping vigorously while break out in a cold sweat.

The clothing sponsor, who was watching the live broadcast, immediately sent a message: Director Li, what is going on with Teacher Huo’s clothes?

This… I will explain it to you after the show ends. Director Li was crying out to the heavens in his heart. Are you playing with me? To mess up such a good suit like this.

In the entertainment industry, to accurately target fan demographics, celebrities are often given a fixed label. Ever since Huo Yang’s debut, whether it was the characters he played or the clothing styles at events, he was inseparable from the keywords “ascetic” and “refined.” His suit jackets were always spotless and stiff as if made of cardboard; his shirt buttons were always fasted precisely to the very top, leaving not a sliver of skin for others to see, leaving everything to the imagination.

Amidst a flurry of “Holy sh*t” in the comments, Huo Yang gracefully shook hands with the host and sat down on the sofa.

The stiff deep-blue fabric clung tightly to his sturdy shoulders. The gray-and-white vertical striped shirt was wide open at the lapels, all the way down to his lower chest. The shirt, strained by his muscles, seemed unable to contain the chest muscles that looked ready to burst out.

Under the studio lights, his long, elegant neck connected to sharply defined collarbones, leading the eye down to the full, beautiful lines below that were clearly visible, yet flickering in and out of sight with his movements.

On the left side of his chest, a vibrant red metal tulip brooch was pinned. It seemed to create a stark contrast between hot and cold, yet it blended in perfectly, making the color palette feel harmonious and unified just right.

Vibrant red always evokes thoughts of passion and boldness, which complemented the wide-open shirt perfectly.

Ahhh Huo Yang, you! Huo Yang, YOU ARE SEDUCING US!

I literally screamed out loud in my morning meeting! Even if my boss kicks me out, I’m going to keep licking this screen!

Brother Yang, if you’ve been kidnapped, just blink. I don’t believe this man who looks like he’s about to jump out of the screen and ravage me in the next second is my refined, ethereal Brother Yang!

The stylist must get a chicken leg (bonus) this time! Brother, lower the collar a bit more! Let us see the abs! My god, Huo Yang’s physique… so what exactly were you hiding all this time? With our relationship, is there anything you can’t show me? [Drooling]

Slurp… my phantom limb is hard. [Drooling]

Dress like this from now on! It’s not like no one else has those few ounces of muscle, why hide it!

Brother Yang’s “big chests” are more than just a few ounces; calling it two pounds would be an understatement.

The normally lifeless 8:00 AM weekday livestream had brought in seven million fans thanks to Huo Yang’s popularity. But when the “hungry” fans heard that Huo Yang was showing skin, they spread the word like wildfire. The viewership numbers soared like a rocket, leaving only a blur. The comments were a unified wall of “Hubby, you are seducing us.”

The director pushed up his glasses in disbelief. What do they call this? Tripping over a rock and finding a gold ingot what a stroke of luck.

Backstage, watching the broadcast, Bai Tan let out a sigh of relief.

Five minutes ago: “Teacher Huo.” Bai Tan helped him take off his private clothes. “Although this goes against the personal style the company built for you, it’s the only way right now.”

As the clothes were removed, facing the tight, full muscles that looked like blocks of iron on his chest and abdomen, Bai Tan’s eyes, which were usually well-behaved, could not look away. Usually, he only saw Huo Yang wrapped up tightly and thought he was just tall and slender. Seeing him stripped down was truly a surprise the muscles hidden under the clothes were exceptionally “substantial.”

Bai Tan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he tried his best to banish those restless thoughts. He put the shirt provided by the sponsor on Huo Yang, fastened only the bottom two buttons, and then grabbed the lapels with both hands, pulling them forcefully to the sides.

Huo Yang’s brow twitched, and he let out a muffled groan at the violent movement.

“Teacher Huo, don’t worry. I will take responsibility for my own actions. If the higher-ups blame anyone, I’ll take it. You just need to follow the plan for the shoot; don’t think about anything else.”

Having said that, Bai Tan unpinned the tulip brooch from his own chest and carefully pinned it onto Huo Yang’s suit jacket, covering that ugly foundation stain.

Huo Yang lowered his eyes, his gaze sliding from the corner of Bai Tan’s forehead and coming to rest on his dense, long eyelashes. The moment Bai Tan looked up, Huo Yang suddenly averted his gaze, looking coolly to the side.

Bai Tan knew Huo Yang had always followed a refined, ascetic style, but in a crisis, he could only take a gamble. Relying on his professional eye as a fashion design major, he put everything on the line; whether he lived or died depended on fate.

But Huo Yang, as expected, did not disappoint him.

After the interview ended, Bai Tan, acting as a competent assistant, immediately brought over flower tea for him to soothe his throat. Xiao Wan, who had been interviewed alongside him, followed behind. During the interview, she had been all smiles, but now her face was as dark as soot for some reason.

At the same time, the hashtag #HuoYangNewStyle was surging, hitting number one on the trending searches. The sponsor’s new suit sold out instantly.

The sponsor, Mr. Wang, was overjoyed and drove to the studio personally to express his gratitude. “Teacher Huo is indeed a brilliant young man. If it were up to us dull old men, we’d probably be in our coffins before we could sell all these clothes,” Mr. Wang said, slapping Huo Yang vigorously on the shoulder.

Huo Yang smiled: “You flatter me.” He glanced at Bai Tan, who was still watching the excitement nearby. As Bai Tan’s gaze began to shift toward him, Huo Yang nonchalantly looked away, avoiding the eye contact.

Mr. Wang was so happy he began to speak without filtering: “Teacher Huo is truly a man of a thousand faces; any style looks like it was tailor-made for you. The stylist also has great vision, not following the beaten path. Tell you what, I’m hosting a dinner tonight, no one gets away.”

Originally, with the storm passed and the crisis turned into an opportunity, the matter should have ended there with everyone going to enjoy a big meal with Mr. Wang.

Huo Yang reached up, removed the tulip brooch from his chest, and handed it to Bai Tan without looking at him. He said to Mr. Wang, “I apologize, Mr. Wang. This was my oversight. I didn’t check the clothing properly and don’t know when the defect appeared. Fortunately, my assistant is quick-witted and changed the strategy in time to resolve the crisis.”

As he spoke, his finger intentionally or unintentionally brushed over the faint foundation mark that still remained. Xiao Wan, sitting on the sofa behind him, noticed this movement, and her body tensed up.

Mr. Wang leaned in to take a look and clicked his tongue: “It’s all because these kids aren’t careful. They didn’t even notice such a big defect, and a button is missing… But then again, why is the button missing?”

Mr. Wang would never admit his company’s quality was poor. The thread used for the buttons was reinforced; it wouldn’t break even if pulled hard.

The host, who had been in the dressing room, quickly tried to distance themselves: “I was the first one finished with makeup. I even took a look at Teacher Huo’s outfit before I left, and it was fine.”

A dressing room is a private environment, so no cameras were installed. As soon as these words were out, while everyone was still processing it, Bai Tan’s gaze slowly drifted toward the consistently silent Xiao Wan. He smiled for no apparent reason.

Everyone there wasn’t the type to pry too deeply; the topic should have ended there. Mr. Wang was already famished and waiting to eat.

“I checked the clothes at 6:30 and sent a photo to Teacher Huo after confirming there were no issues,” Bai Tan said suddenly.

Xiao Wan snapped her head up, her narrow eyes upturned and filled with a dark gloom as she stared fixedly at Bai Tan. Huo Yang rested his chin on his hand, his gaze inadvertently crossing Bai Tan’s face.

Bai Tan stopped there, as if he had only spoken to clear his own name and meant nothing more.

“Perhaps someone who stayed in the dressing room between 6:30 and 7:00 accidentally dirtied the clothes and was too afraid of being blamed to admit it,” Huo Yang said with a smile. “It doesn’t matter. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We’ll settle the compensation privately, and let’s call it a day.”

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