I Became a Heartthrob After Marrying in My Sister's Place - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The coldness dissipates, and the earth revives. Although it is already April, a hint of chill still lingers in the air, adding a touch of steadiness to the spring city of Bianjiang.

By the riverside in the city district, there is a high-end small estate. Outside a blue-and-white Western style building located in the center, several expensive business vehicles are parked.

“Mr. Ming, I’ve watched Yantang grow up; I am also very saddened by his illness this time. But black-and-white contracts wait for no one. I hope you can understand my difficulties.”

The speaker was Chairman Zheng, the head of the famous entertainment company Orange Flag Entertainment. He had come to the Ming residence personally this time to discuss Ming Yantang’s matters with the elder Mr. Ming.

Ming Yantang, the “Top Brother” of Orange Flag Entertainment, belonged to the top tier of the domestic entertainment industry in terms of both commercial appeal and box office draw; he was also one of the minor shareholders of Orange Flag. While holding shares in Orange Flag, Ming Yantang had also become the primary executor of a gambling agreement (performance gamble) between Orange Flag and five other companies.

In other words, Ming Yantang needed to complete the production of 20 film and television dramas within three years, earning a profit of 10 billion for Orange Flag to fulfill the agreement. Otherwise, Orange Flag Entertainment would face bankruptcy.

Originally, three-quarters of the 10-billion gamble had been completed. But just yesterday, the elder Mr. Ming suddenly sent a message to Ming Yantang’s manager, Chen Ruofu: due to a worsening condition and the lack of a suitable heart match, Ming Yantang’s illness had deteriorated, and he had already gone abroad for medical treatment.

“I will do my best to compensate you, but the Ming family’s company has recently encountered problems with its capital chain. Please allow me a few more days.” In just one week, the elder Mr. Ming had aged significantly. Dressed in a clean and elegant Zhongshan suit, he signaled with his eyes for the servants to refresh everyone’s tea.

Chairman Zheng nodded, his peripheral vision scanning the Ming family’s living room. If he wasn’t mistaken, the Ming family hadn’t just become wealthy in this generation; they were rich for at least three generations. Any vase in the living room was a valuable antique.

However, before coming here, he had also heard about some of the misfortunes the Ming family had encountered.

“Mr. Ming, Yantang’s film contracts have already been signed, and he is due to join the set next month. Even if you have the money to fill the gap lost by the gambling agreement, the liquidated damages for several film projects are not a small sum.”

Hearing this, the elder Mr. Ming’s eyes appeared slightly exhausted, his temples tinged with white: “I know, but Yantang’s condition is unstable right now; there is truly no way for him to fulfill the contracts.”

Chairman Zheng sighed slightly and glanced at Ming Yantang’s manager, Chen Ruofu. Chen Ruofu understood the signal, her palms clutching her phone, breaking into a nervous sweat.

She naturally knew it was impossible for Ming Yantang himself to fulfill the contracts. The reason they, this group of people, had rushed to the Ming house on a weekend regardless of appearances was that she had discovered a shocking thing yesterday.

In front of the private jet sending Ming Yantang abroad for treatment, she saw a boy who looked exactly like Ming Yantang. Having followed Ming Yantang for six years, she knew he had a younger brother, but she didn’t know the two were actually twins.

“Uncle Ming, I have a way for both our sides to avoid paying massive liquidated damages.” Chen Ruofu stared intently at the elder Mr. Ming: “We can let Yantang’s younger brother fulfill the gambling agreement in his place.”

With a clatter, the tea lid hit the rim of the cup, making a crisp sound.

The elder Mr. Ming, holding the teacup, was visibly stunned.

This idea was not only bold but somewhat absurd.

The living room suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The people from Orange Flag Entertainment held their breath, their gazes exchanging in the air.

Little did they know, in the second-floor hallway, a pair of amber eyes was quietly observing them.

The sunset glow of dusk seeped into the room through the lattice windows, and the orange afterglow climbed the stairs, falling on the young man’s slender ankles.

He sat barefoot on the steps, his knees slightly bent, with folded colorful paper cranes placed beside him.

These were the prayer cranes he had folded for his brother, totaling 999. On the back of every crane was his prayer; he believed his brother would surely be safe and healthy.

“Is 999 a bit too few?”

Because the voices below had abruptly stopped, his attention shifted to the paper cranes, and he began to worry whether this level of sincerity was enough to move the gods.

Along with the setting sun, the exquisite oil paintings on the wall and the brass wall lamps complemented each other, making his skin appear even fairer. His pale pink lips opened and closed slightly, and a few tears remained on his thick, long eyelashes.

Whenever he thought of his brother, he felt very sad.

At this moment, the exhausted voice of the elder Mr. Ming finally appeared in the long-silent living room. Ming Huaizhi rested his chin on the banister of the spiral staircase, tilting his head slightly to continue eavesdropping.

“Xiao Tang indeed has a younger brother who looks almost identical to him, but his brother is in poor health, has been raised at home since childhood, and rarely interacts with others. I am worried he cannot handle this job.”

Chairman Zheng replied anxiously: “We can train him, and everyone will help him. He only needs to persist for one year until Yantang returns from abroad.”

The people beside him also chimed in: “Mr. Ming, this is the only way to save our Orange Flag. If the gambling agreement isn’t finished, the company will go bankrupt. You and the Young Master, please save us.”

At this time, the elder Mr. Ming’s assistant had also finished a rough estimation of their compensation amount. He slowly shook his head at the elder Mr. Ming and sighed. The elder Mr. Ming knew what that sigh meant; his aged face showed the weariness of a taxed mind and body.

After a long time, he said slowly: “Give us a few days to consider.”

After seeing off the people from the Orange Flag, the assistant quietly approached the elder Mr. Ming.

“President Ming.”

The elder Mr. Ming looked up and pressed his temples: “Speak.”

The assistant’s brow was tightly furrowed: “The method they just mentioned also provides us with a line of thought. If we let the Second Young Master pose as the Eldest Young Master to enter the entertainment industry, could the matter with the Sang family be settled as well? Only by being in the same boat as Sang Yu can we quickly resolve the predicament the company is facing.”

The elder Mr. Ming frowned: “The career is one thing, but how can marriage be treated so casually?”

“Have you forgotten?” The assistant lowered his voice: “The Eldest Young Master hates Sang Yu and is very resistant to this marriage alliance, and Sang Yu has no feelings for the Eldest Young Master either. Didn’t Sang Yu propose to privately sign a one-year marriage agreement? That way, once the old lady of their family completely hands over the eighty-seven ports to him, he will divorce our Eldest Young Master.”

The reason the assistant said this was that the Sang family’s matriarch was a fan of Ming Yantang and liked him very much. It was precisely because of this that they could even talk to a wealthy and noble family like the Sangs.

“But” The elder Mr. Ming was still uneasy about letting Ming Huaizhi take over Ming Yantang’s identity. “We know Yantang’s way of handling things; these matters are easy for him to deal with. But you know Xiao Zhi’s personality. If we send him to Sang Yu, he’ll be bullied to death.”

“President Ming, if you let the Young Master go to the entertainment industry to replace the Eldest Young Master, it’s equivalent to the star Ming Yantang still being there. If we then break the marriage promise, how do we explain it to the Sang family’s old lady? These two matters are intertwined; if you pull one hair, the whole body moves. I’m afraid it’s impossible to resolve only one of them perfectly.”

The elder Mr. Ming knew all the logic the assistant was explaining.

This time, the living room was silent for a full half-hour.

Finally, the elder Mr. Ming rose slowly and, trailing a weary silhouette, prepared to find Ming Huaizhi. But when he reached the spiral staircase, he suddenly stopped.

On the steps, Ming Huaizhi looked small, sitting there with his chin in his hands, thinking. His body was very thin, his neck slender and long. Being weak and sickly for years made him slightly thinner than Ming Yantang and a centimeter shorter. But without looking closely, it was almost impossible to distinguish the two.

“Xiao Zhi, why are you sitting here?” The elder Mr. Ming frowned slightly, his eyes full of heartache. “And not wearing shoes again; the steps are so cold.”

Ming Huaizhi looked up, the stray hairs over his forehead slightly obscuring his eyes. He stood up, holding the paper cranes, his beautiful eyes like glass spheres extremely serious: “Dad, Brother will definitely be fine. I’ve already made a wish that Brother will find a suitable donor immediately.”

“Yes, your brother will definitely be fine.”

The elder Mr. Ming stepped onto the stairs, intending to lead Ming Huaizhi back to the bedroom. Unexpectedly, Ming Huaizhi looked at his father, as if he had made up his mind, and suddenly said: “Dad, let me complete the task for Brother. I can do it.”

“You… you heard.”

The elder Mr. Ming’s eyes were shaken, a complex sourness quietly spreading in his heart.

Toward this younger son, he always felt full of guilt. From the age of five, the frail Ming Huaizhi had been taken abroad to have his body conditioned by his grandparents, who were experts in Chinese medicine and lived abroad year-round. He had only just returned to the country two weeks ago.

“The entertainment industry is very complex, full of intrigue and infighting. Moreover, your brother still has the marriage contract with the Sang family.”

After hearing his father’s words, Ming Huaizhi’s delicate eyebrows knit slightly as if he were thinking hard: “If Brother and the marriage partner have no feelings and it’s a marriage of convenience, I can go to Brother’s place. As for being a celebrity, I can try that too. When Brother returns safely, we can switch back.”

Ming Huaizhi’s straightforward agreement surprised the elder Mr. Ming, and even more so, it touched him.

Ming Huaizhi had been timid since childhood. Even when attending school, he went to a private aristocratic school, and his health only allowed him to sit for half a day. He usually spoke to people like a little kitten, very shy; it wasn’t until he reached adulthood that his personality became more cheerful.

The elder Mr. Ming’s voice was somewhat choked: “Xiao Zhi, are you sure?”

“Sure.” Although Ming Huaizhi didn’t know exactly what had happened to the family recently, he knew they were very short of money, and only the Sang family could help them. “You and Brother have worked so hard for this family for so long; I’m just helping out a little.”

With tears in his eyes, the elder Mr. Ming pulled him into his arms: “Good child.”

…

The next day, having received the news, Chen Ruofu hurriedly drove to the Ming house to find Ming Huaizhi.

When she walked into Ming Huaizhi’s bedroom, she suppressed her racing heart and looked toward him.

Ming Huaizhi was barefoot on the carpet reading a book, dressed in simple white clothes that looked exceptionally clean. The afternoon sun fell on his neatly trimmed toes, a faint pink showing through the nails.

At this moment, Chen Ruofu felt it was truly miraculous.

Though the two had almost identical looks, their temperaments were worlds apart.

If Ming Yantang was an alluring and magnificent red rose, then Ming Huaizhi was absolutely a white rose as pure as snow.

“Hello.”

Ming Huaizhi spoke first, introducing himself to Chen Ruofu: “My name is Ming Huaizhi. I am ten minutes younger than my brother, 178 cm tall, and weigh 55 kg.”

Such a formal introduction made Chen Ruofu a bit constrained. She sat on the carpet with Ming Huaizhi and said: “I am your brother’s manager. You can just call me Sister Fu from now on.”

At this time, a servant brewed two cups of Earl Grey tea for them and placed them on a glass stand on the carpet.

Ming Huaizhi handed a cup to Chen Ruofu with both hands and began to show her the certificates and diplomas he had earned since childhood one by one: “This is my first-prize certificate for the Math Olympiad, this is the gold award I got for learning to dance, this is a first prize for a Go competition, oh! This is second place in a big eater competition…”

He flipped through the stories of his past for Chen Ruofu page by page, never tiring of it. When he talked about things that made him happy, the corners of his lips would turn up, revealing two shallow dimples.

Chen Ruofu stared at that familiar face, finding it increasingly strange. She somewhat understood the elder Mr. Ming’s concerns; Ming Huaizhi’s personality and Ming Yantang’s were at two complete extremes. How could he handle the deception and treachery of the entertainment industry?

“Can I call you Xiao Zhi from now on?” Chen Ruofu held the hot tea, carefully observing Ming Huaizhi as if looking for differences between him and Ming Yantang. She joked: “The background check is done. Shall I tell you about your brother’s matters?”

“Yes, I want to hear.”

Ming Huaizhi sat upright and stared at Chen Ruofu earnestly: “I forgot to tell you a piece of good news. My brother’s condition has improved. Before a heart match is found, there won’t be any danger of him falling ill.”

“Thank God.” Chen Ruofu put her hands together. “No wonder you’re so happy.”

“Your brother’s next scheduled appearance is tomorrow night, so I’ll tell you some important things first.”

“OK, wait for me to get a pen.” Ming Huaizhi ran barefoot to the desk and trotted back, placing a notebook on his knees, looking up at Chen Ruofu seriously.

Chen Ruofu held her teacup and cleared her throat, suddenly feeling like she was giving a lesson to a student.

“There are two most important points. First, your brother is quite good at dating, so he has many ex-boyfriends, and most of them have become good friends.”

Ming Huaizhi wrote it down and asked seriously: “How many ex-boyfriends?”

Chen Ruofu: “Forty or fifty?”

“Forty or fifty?” Ming Huaizhi followed up, “Are they all actors?”

“No, there are stars, directors, screenwriters, rich second-generation heirs, painters, pianists…”

“My brother, he” Ming Huaizhi’s sentence cut off abruptly, making Chen Ruofu think for a moment that he didn’t approve of Ming Yantang’s romantic lifestyle.

“He’s so charming.” Ming Huaizhi’s words carried a hint of admiration. “People from all walks of life like him.”

Chen Ruofu smiled awkwardly: “Yes, many people chase him, but he doesn’t offend anyone, and the relationships between love rivals are handled very harmoniously.”

“The people chasing him are also super many?” Ming Huaizhi’s eyes lit up.

“So many, the line could stretch to France.” Chen Ruofu spoke with a bit of a boast; after all, her “kid” was the famously top-tier visual in the entertainment industry, committing “assault by beauty.”

“A line to France?” Ming Huaizhi seriously estimated the diameter distance from here to France. “Then that would be 28,400.75 kilometers? How many people would that be?”

Chen Ruofu was immediately choked by her water: “That’s a figure of speech.”

Ming Huaizhi breathed a sigh of relief: “Then when I meet them in the future, should I make small talk? Should I be more enthusiastic?”

Chen Ruofu’s tone was complicated: “It depends on the situation. The most important thing is that you need to have that flirtatious quality like your brother. That kind of smile that is affectionate and soul-hooking, but never taking the initiative to attack.”

Ming Huaizhi knit his brows as if he understood but didn’t quite get it: “What is the second point?”

At the mention of this, Chen Ruofu sighed: “The second point is that you have many rivals in the entertainment industry. Almost none of the popular first- and second-tier young male actors are on good terms with your brother.”

“Why? Are they jealous of my brother’s good looks?”

Looking at that face identical to Ming Yantang’s, Chen Ruofu felt Ming Huaizhi was taking the opportunity to praise himself, if not for the fact that his expression was extremely serious.

“Yantang has a direct personality and is a wealthy young master who was pampered; he is a bit arrogant, can’t stand even a grain of sand in his eyes, doesn’t know how to show weakness, and doesn’t say nice things. This kind of personality is at a disadvantage in the entertainment industry; he makes too many enemies.”

This point had always been Ming Yantang’s fatal weakness. If Ming Yantang were even slightly more tactful, he wouldn’t have a basketful of anti-fans, and his career would reach even greater heights.

As they chatted, it was already late at night.

After seeing off Chen Ruofu, Ming Huaizhi lay in bed repeatedly memorizing his brother’s persona in the entertainment industry.

“Can flirt.”

“Temperament… a bit direct.”

Actually, in Chen Ruofu’s original words, Ming Yantang’s temper was somewhat arrogant. But in Ming Huaizhi’s heart, Ming Yantang always doted on him and was always gentle with him; how could he be someone with an arrogant personality?

His brother was the best in the world.

Ming Huaizhi couldn’t sleep. He turned over and reached out to turn on the nightlight, his slender wrist silhouette slowly revealed within the large cotton pajamas.

Since he had no desire to sleep anyway, he simply searched for information related to Ming Yantang on the internet. By midnight, he had become acquainted with Ming Yantang’s trending news and his popular ex-boyfriends.

The next morning, Chen Ruofu came on time to pick him up.

Before he got into the van, the elder Mr. Ming kept giving Ming Huaizhi careful instructions, very worried that Ming Huaizhi wouldn’t be able to adapt to a full day of schedules, and even more afraid that he wouldn’t get enough to eat.

In response, Chen Ruofu repeatedly assured the elder Mr. Ming before they were finally able to leave on time.

Sitting in the spacious van, Ming Huaizhi was in a good mood, constantly observing the scenery outside the window.

In the morning, the hospital sent a message saying that everything with Ming Yantang’s condition was good, which made Ming Huaizhi feel more at ease.

He had been back in the country for less than half a month and had mostly shuttled between the Ming house and the hospital; he hadn’t had time to properly explore Bianjiang City.

Responsible for picking him up today, besides Chen Ruofu, were the assistants from his studio. The fact that he was replacing Ming Yantang in the entertainment industry was something Chen Ruofu hadn’t told anyone else; it was a top secret of Orange Flag.

Ming Yantang’s personal assistant was named Xiao Xia. He sat in the passenger seat, holding a cup of iced Americano and a sandwich, carefully handing them to Ming Huaizhi: “Brother Tang, breakfast, it’s from that shop you like.”

Ming Huaizhi was looking at the spring scenery on the street, and because Xiao Xia hadn’t called him by name, he didn’t react for a moment.

Chen Ruofu cleared her throat: “Xiao Tang.”

Ming Huaizhi was startled, staring at everyone blankly for two seconds, then he took the items with both hands and smiled very obediently: “Thank you.”

This time, not only was Xiao Xia stunned, but everyone else in the car also looked at Ming Huaizhi curiously.

The little ancestor today seemed a bit different.

Ming Huaizhi had actually eaten breakfast at home, but the sandwich in the bag smelled very enticing; it was a food aroma he rarely smelled.

For so many years, his three meals a day had been strictly proportioned by the kitchen at home, without much salt or flavor, so much so that he had no expectations for eating every day.

The iced Americano cup was covered in cold mist.

Ming Huaizhi touched it, his delicate brows carrying some hesitation: “Iced?”

Xiao Xia immediately showed unease and said cautiously: “An iced Americano is of course iced. Brother Tang, if you want to drink hot coffee, I’ll go buy it for you right away.”

“No trouble, I can drink it.” Ming Huaizhi’s health was poor, and his grandmother hadn’t let him eat cold things since he was a child. If he was caught eating them secretly, he wouldn’t escape a lecture. But today Grandma wasn’t around, so he prepared to take a bold taste.

The cold, slightly bitter iced Americano entered his mouth, feeling cool in his throat; the sensation was very wonderful. Ming Huaizhi smiled with novelty: “Thank you for the breakfast.”

The entire car was dumbfounded.

Today’s Ming Yantang was really too strange.

Seeing through everything, Chen Ruofu said to everyone: “Xiao Tang hasn’t been feeling well lately. The doctor said not to get angry, so everyone take extra care of him.”

Everyone knew Ming Yantang’s heart wasn’t good. Xiao Xia and the others nodded quickly: “Alright.”

After arriving at the styling room, Ming Huaizhi, who was unfamiliar with the process, was very obedient, sitting there motionless and cooperating extremely well. Several stylists were drumming in their hearts normally, when doing styling, wouldn’t they have to go through an ordeal as if a layer of skin were being peeled off? Why was the ancestor so easy to talk to today?

During the break, Chen Ruofu watched Ming Huaizhi’s every move and sighed softly: “Your temper is too good, and you’re too different from Xiao Tang. Others will easily notice.”

Ming Huaizhi sat upright: “I’ll try my best to change.”

Looking at Ming Huaizhi’s uneasy, kitten-like gaze, Chen Ruofu patted his head: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t blame you. You’re the one saving us; let’s take it slow.”

With half a measure of worry, he nodded gently.

Soon, the van arrived at the back door of the VOU Charity Gala. When Ming Huaizhi and his group entered, they happened to run into another artist’s team.

The man leading them was dressed in a well-tailored black suit. He was about 190 cm tall, with a gentle temperament and a pair of extremely stunning, exquisite, and beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Chen Ruofu whispered to Ming Huaizhi: “This is your brother’s ex-boyfriend.”

Ming Huaizhi was familiar with this person; his name was Song Yi. He had seen him in the news yesterday; a week ago, he had won Best Actor at an international film festival.

In the empty parking lot, the two groups of people were very obvious. Song Yi’s manager looked at Chen Ruofu, showing a bit of resistance. She was just about to pull Song Yi inside, but unexpectedly, Song Yi had already noticed Ming Huaizhi.

“Xiao Tang.”

Ming Huaizhi’s fingers instantly curled up, a bit nervous.

“Tangtang, why haven’t you been replying to my WeChat?” Song Yi said as he walked toward Ming Huaizhi.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was a bit embarrassed, especially Song Yi’s manager, who looked around with an expression of “failing to make iron into steel,” for fear that this scene would be captured by gossipy media reporters and make the headlines tomorrow.

Golden Trophy Movie King Song Yi Encounters Ex, Initiates Entanglement, Suspected Reconciliation.

What a great news story.

“It’s fine, just normal small talk. You guys have a good relationship,” Chen Ruofu reminded in a small voice.

Hearing this, Ming Huaizhi maintained his composure, looked up, and gave a gentle smile: “I changed to a new WeChat ID; there was a problem with the old one.”

Song Yi clearly believed this excuse and naturally walked side-by-side with him.

“Tangtang, why have you lost so much weight?”

Ming Huaizhi subconsciously lowered his eyes: “I’ve been sick recently.”

“Sick?” Song Yi’s nearly 190 cm height approached Ming Huaizhi, almost blocking him: “Where are you uncomfortable?”

Ming Huaizhi had hardly ever interacted with strange men in his life, let alone at such close range. He endured his nervousness and tried his best to make eye contact with Song Yi: “My heart hasn’t been very comfortable, but it’s no big deal.”

At this moment, the elevator in front of them chimed.

Both teams prepared to enter.

Song Yi’s manager was anxiously looking around, still afraid of being caught by paparazzi.

When the elevator doors slowly opened, Song Yi reached out his arm to slightly hold the door, signaling for Ming Huaizhi to enter first.

As Ming Huaizhi walked in, he looked up at Song Yi: “Thank you.”

When they entered, there were already five people standing inside the elevator. Ming Huaizhi didn’t pay them any mind, naturally standing in front of a gentleman, facing him.

“If it’s no big deal, why have you lost this much weight?”

This sentence carried quite a bit of heartache.

In the quiet elevator, although this voice was low, it was particularly prominent.

Ming Huaizhi thought that Song Yi and his brother’s relationship must really be very good; this kind of caring tone only exists between family members.

He looked up, no longer nervous, and faced Song Yi: “I’ve been losing weight recently.”

After saying it, even he was amused by the nonsense.

“You’re already so thin, why are you blindly losing weight?” Song Yi’s tone carried blame, but it wasn’t hard to see the intimacy in their relationship.

Ming Huaizhi gave him a couple of laughs, turned his head, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the hands of the strange gentleman in front of him.

This man’s hands were very beautiful, the skin cold and white, the finger bones slender and well-proportioned, the joints clear and powerful. They were the most beautiful hands he had ever seen.

Looking further down, the man’s leather shoes seemed to come from an Italian handmade brand with complex production steps. Ming Huaizhi also had a few pairs.

“Tangtang, add me on your new WeChat.”

This sentence was a statement, further showing the intimacy of their relationship.

Ming Huaizhi gave an “oh” and slowly took out his phone: “Did you have something important to find me for recently?”

Song Yi: “It wasn’t that important. I just wanted to be the first to share it with you when I won the Best Actor award that day.”

In Ming Huaizhi’s view, such happy events between friends should be acknowledged with congratulations. So he curved his eyes and clapped cooperatively: “Congratulations on winning Best Actor.”

Song Yi gave a gentle smile: “Thank you.”

The elevator bell rang, and the door opened on the opposite side.

Ming Huaizhi prepared to get off the elevator and politely said to the strange gentleman opposite him: “Sir, could you please step aside for a moment? We need to get off.”

From start to finish, Ming Huaizhi hadn’t had a chance to look at the appearance of the man in front of him. However, he guessed that with beautiful hands, the looks wouldn’t be bad either.

The man didn’t speak, nor did he move.

That black overcoat blocking Ming Huaizhi’s front inexplicably carried a bit of pressure.

This refusal to cooperate was beyond obvious.

Ming Huaizhi didn’t dare to offend anyone, so he could only submissively squeeze through the narrow gap on the other side.

As he got out, he looked up, and his gaze followed the man’s waistline up to his shoulders.

This man had a very good figure, a body that could almost be described with the golden ratio, and he was a bit taller than Song Yi.

Having finally squeezed out, Ming Huaizhi breathed a sigh of relief. As the elevator doors began to close again, he looked back to find Chen Ruofu and accidentally caught a glimpse of the man’s features.

The other’s eyebrows were as light as green mountains, upright and cold. A pair of phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, lazy yet defiant.

The elevator was still slowly ascending; the destination was the VIP lounge for this charity gala. Unlike before, the atmosphere in the elevator suddenly fell into a strange state. The people surrounding this man were all staring at each other.

At this time, Young Master Zhao next to him asked tentatively: “Brother Sang Yu, aren’t you and Ming Yantang already engaged? Why didn’t he even say hello when he met you?”

He didn’t dare finish the latter part of the sentence because, by then, Sang Yu’s face had already darkened to a terrifying degree.

His friends knew that Sang Yu and the Young Master of the Ming family, despite being engaged, did not get along.

But at least on the surface, they should keep up appearances, right?

After a long while, Sang Yu said mockingly: “If he said hello to me, how could he keep talking to his little sweetheart?”