Chapter 034: I Can’t Be Smaller Than You
On the night of its premiere, Killing Snow broke 100 million views. Topics like #XieXingzhiKillingSnow, #JiangNingMostTragicVillain, #KillingSnowCast, #KillingSnowEffects, and #LingxiaoPeakF4 hit the trending searches in waves.
Perhaps because the entertainment industry hadn’t seen such a well-produced costume drama with online acting from the entire cast in a long time, it set off a nationwide wave of drama chasing over the next week, breaking TV drama viewership records one after another.
Su Tang hadn’t been idle these past few days. Because his role as the Junior Brother Jiang Qingzhi was quite brilliant, several film and television projects that were interested in him had been sent to Lin Xun.
He had just hung up the phone with Lin Xun and went to the study to open his computer and accept the pile of scripts and contracts the other party had sent.
Lin Xunâs intention was for him to strike while the iron was hot and take on more dramas while he still had some heat, regardless of whether they were web dramas or televised dramasâaccepting all comers.
Su Tang didn’t express his stance on the phone, only asking Lin Xun to send the scripts for him to look at first.
After opening the email and downloading the attachments, Su Tang read a few scripts. They were still crudely made web drama scripts, and he immediately lost the desire to continue reading.
In the very first class he attended at university, the teacher taught them: Actors should learn to cherish their feathers.
The implication was that if one truly wanted to be a good actor, the pursuit shouldn’t be the quantity of works, but the quality.
Su Tang agreed deeply at the time and kept this sentence firmly in his heart.
He didn’t have any particularly lofty ambitions. He chose to study acting back then because he was obsessed with Leonardo DiCaprio’s acting and happily entertained himself in front of the mirror every day, so he signed up for the art exam.
Originally, he just wanted to give it a try. He never expected to accidentally pass the interview for S University, which was famous domestically for its strictness. His cultural scores in the college entrance exam were also ridiculously high among art students, so he successfully entered the Acting Department of S University’s Film Academy.
It could be said that he stumbled onto the path of acting just when he hadn’t determined a goal for his life’s direction.
But he liked acting.
He liked every role he interpreted, big or small. He also liked immersing himself in various worlds after reading the script thoroughly, experiencing a different self.
He wanted to be a good actor. He didn’t ask for massive fame, only to have roles he liked to play.
However, now, besides being a good actor, he had another goal: to work hard to earn some moneyâof course, the more the betterâto contribute to the marital home for him and Mr. Ye.
Unable to find a single usable piece of material in a pile of scrap metal, Su Tang sat in front of the computer in a daze for a long time, falling into deep thought.
Chengran Entertainment held his contract. As his agent, if Lin Xun insisted on him taking a certain script, he had no way to refuse.
Moreover, Lin Xunâs meaning on the phone just now was obvious: he had to settle on a drama from the scripts sent over.
But he really didn’t want to act in this mess. These scripts would not only fail to help his acting grow, but they might also cause his acting career, which was just starting to smooth out, to go straight downhill.
“Sigh…”
Su Tang scratched his hair in irritation, pouting unhappily as he glared at the computer screen, worrying in vain.
When Ye Chiyu entered the study drying his hair after a shower, he saw his little partner staring at the computer with an expression of bitter resentment, looking very depressed.
Noticing the Alpha had entered, Su Tang didn’t turn around either, leaning back in the computer chair and continuing to wail.
“Ah…”
The little guy was rarely this unhappy. Draping the towel casually over his shoulder, Ye Chiyu walked behind Su Tang and glanced at the script already open on the computer.
“What’s wrong? Who upset you, making your little face so sour?”
Since he was married to Mr. Ye, Su Tang didn’t hide anything. He turned off the computer angrily, turned to look at Ye Chiyu, organized his words, and slowly recounted his miserable situation.
“I signed with an agency before, but my agent always accepts bad scripts for me. Those roles are of no help to my development at all.”
“Actually, I wanted to terminate the contract with them a long time ago, but for some specific reasons, I couldn’t bring it up with the company. Now that Killing Snow has aired, seeing that I successfully gained fans, they want me to act in roles I don’t like again.”
He deliberately ignored the fact that he couldn’t afford the penalty fee. After simply explaining it to the Alpha, he collapsed back into the computer chair, staring at the snow-white ceiling without speaking for a long time.
Ye Chiyu listened quietly to Su Tangâs narrative, and an idea had already formed in his mind.
His little Omega wanted better scripts; he would find them for him.
Since the agency and agent were incompetent, he would sweep away the obstacles for him.
“Tang Tang, don’t think about these messy things for now.”
The Alphaâs calm voice carried a comforting tone. Soothing pheromones were released, and Su Tang instantly felt less distressed.
He walked up to his Omega, bent down, and issued an invitation to Su Tang.
“Mind helping me blow-dry my hair?”
Su Tang, who was very receptive to the Alphaâs soothing pheromones, nodded immediately. The gloom from earlier was swept away as he ran back to the bathroom in his gray rabbit slippersâda da daâto retrieve the hair dryer.
“Mr. Ye, you’re too tall. Sit down, sit down.”
He initially tried to blow-dry the standing Alphaâs hair but found it inconvenient even on his tiptoes. He could only silently urge Ye Chiyu to sit on the single sofa nearby.
Ye Chiyu sat down obediently, watching the neon lights flashing outside the window, allowing his little Omega to dry his hair.
It was Su Tangâs first time drying someone else’s hair. Most of the time, he would just rub his own hair with a towel and let it air dry. After marrying and living with Mr. Ye, the Alpha was always afraid he would catch a cold, so he slowly developed the habit of blowing it dry after toweling off, following Mr. Ye’s example.
His movements were gentle. His fingers combed through Ye Chiyuâs strands. Only after carefully drying every spot did he unplug the device, then walked in front of the Alpha to examine the results of his work as a hairstylist.
Ye Chiyuâs hair wasn’t short. Usually, he would use wax to style it to the sides or back. Now, just washed, his bangs hung obediently over his forehead. This docile appearance made stars appear in Su Tangâs eyes.
Ye Chiyu looked at his little Omegaâs bright eyes, his gaze so soft it seemed boundless.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
Su Tang shook his head, a light smile drowning in the dimples at the corners of his mouth.
“Mr. Ye, you don’t look twenty-nine at all. Subtracting ten years would be more like it.”
The Alphaâs gaze almost melted onto Su Tang. Ye Chiyu smiled and pulled the person directly into his arms.
“Tang Tang, I can’t be smaller than you.”
A double entendre.
When Ye Chiyu spoke, his warm breath sprayed against Su Tangâs neck. His large hand slipped under the hem of Su Tangâs pajamas, gently kneading the soft flesh of his buttocks.
He couldn’t be smaller than Su Tang; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to meet that little guy in the summer of his teenage yearsâthe one who called him “Brother” with a milky voice and wanted help fighting.
“Mmm… Mr. Ye…”
The summer candy melts; tonight, Su Tang drowns in Ye Chiyuâs honey.
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