Chapter 039: A Gift from the Universally Invincible Handsome Guy Wen Lang
Since its premiere, the popularity of Killing Snow continued to rise, breaking new highs in views every day and refreshing the record for the highest single-day viewership in domestic TV drama history multiple times.
Aside from eating and sleeping, the most important thing for netizens every day was to wait eagerly in front of their computers or TVs at 7:30 PM sharp.
Thanks to the successful broadcast of Killing Snow, Su Tang also saw a surge in followers. Although his screen time wasn’t much, in just over half a month, he was almost at one million followers.
But the follower count had been stuck at 990,000 for two or three days, still not breaking the one million mark. It worried the poor kid so much that several hairs fell out.
He felt like a little pauper who had never seen a gold bar, suddenly having a big box of gold placed in front of him. He could see it, it was within reach, yet he couldn’t touch it. It was tantalizingly close.
So, the first thing Su Tang did after waking up these past few days, aside from sneaking a kiss on his still-sleeping Mr. Ye, was to check his Weibo follower count to see if he had become a millionaire blogger.
[My good Yang Yang, what do you think I need to do to get my fans to 1 million immediately? /Crying Cat Face]
Su Tang sent the Alpha off to the company via the elevator. As soon as he returned home, he lay on the sofa with a mournful face and messaged Ning Yang on WeChat.
As a corporate slave with an 8 AM start time, Ning Yang had just clocked in. Without a word, he immediately turned on his computer, registered a few throwaway Weibo accounts, followed his precious Tang-Bao to add five fans, and sent a screenshot to Su Tang.
[Obedient son, Daddy can only help you this much.]
Su Tang stared speechlessly at Ning Yang’s message and furiously typed on the keyboard.
[Ning Yang, you fake fan! I am your father!]
Ning Yang smiled smugly. He took out the K-brand breakfast he bought, placed it on his desk, and prepared to eat. Incidentally, he suggested Su Tang post a selfie or a photo taken by someone else.
Even for an unknown small actor, he should have a photo of himself on Weibo. How could Su Tang’s barren Weibo retain fans in this era where appearance was everything?
Besides, with such a beautiful little face, it would be unjustifiable not to post a photo for people to see.
Ning Yang’s single sentence inspired Su Tang. He felt as if he had obtained a powerful martial arts manual. He just needed a good-looking photo, and he could instantly gain fans to reach a million!
But it wasn’t until he actually raised his phone, pressed the shutter, and looked back at the photo that he realized he was a complete idiot at taking pictures.
Why were other people’s selfies so pretty and handsome, with perfect lighting and composition, while his didn’t look as good as theirs?
Refusing to admit defeat, Su Tang ran all over every corner of the house holding his phone, taking countless selfies. Finally, he selected one he was satisfied with out of more than a hundred photos, composed a post, and sent it out.
@SuTang: Selfies are really a technical skill. Did everyone watch Killing Snow today?
The attached image was a selfie of him on the bedroom balcony, holding a can of Coke under the excellent sunlight, along with a screenshot of himself from Killing Snow.
As soon as the Weibo post went out, a special follow notification sound rang from President Ye’s phone, who was currently black-faced and scolding subordinates in a meeting. The confused department managers thought someone had sent Ye Chiyu a text message. Their hearts trembled, and they mentally admired the brave warrior.
Who dares to send a message to touch the President’s bad luck at a time like this!
Ye Chiyu sat down with a cold face, and the others didn’t dare make a sound.
Although he was younger than many present, his methods were extraordinary, and his management abilities outstanding. There were few people in the vast management layer of Ye Corporation who didn’t submit to him.
Even though he was angry, the Alpha prepared to check Weibo to see what his Tang Tang had posted while home alone. Then, a certain someone’s WeChat call came straight through.
Ye Chiyu stood up with a cold face, holding the phone that was still ringing incessantly. He ruthlessly threw the report in his hand onto the conference table.
“Continue in ten minutes.”
The President dropped this sentence and walked out of the conference room. The supervisors looked at each other, completely baffled by Ye Chiyu’s sudden departure.
A few who hadn’t been scolded quite as badly gathered to chat, speculating on who the caller might be.
Some guessed the boyfriend’s family, some guessed partners, and finally, someone even guessed it was a little lover kept by the President…
Qi Yuan, who was still in the conference room, listened silently to the supervisors’ increasingly outrageous guesses. He drank his coffee calmly, not joining in.
A bunch of old guys who know nothing. Only I know the inside scoop.
Ye Chiyu walked to an empty conference room and pressed answer.
“What is it, Tang Tang? Is something wrong?”
“Mr. Ye, are you busy? Did I disturb you?” Su Tang remembered to check the time only after dialing, worrying he had interrupted the Alpha’s work.
“Not busy.”
Ye Chiyu’s tone was gentle. The hostility from scolding people earlier slowly faded as he waited for his little Omega to speak.
Su Tang went straight to the point cheerfully. “Didn’t you mention signing a contract a few days ago, Mr. Ye? I’ve thought about it over the past few days, and I’m willing to sign with Lingyu.”
“Mr. Ye, can you help me?”
Su Tang stared nervously at his little fish, summoning the courage to state his request.
“Of course. I’ll invite the person over for dinner tonight so we can talk. How does that sound?”
Whatever his Tang Tang wanted, he would give him the best.
It was wonderful; his Tang Tang was starting to rely on him and ask for his help.
Ye Chiyu smiled. Hearing the clearly jubilant tone on the other end of the phone as the little guy said he would go to the supermarket to buy groceries and host the guest personally, a certain place in his heart felt warm.
“Be good, you don’t need to prepare too much. Just two guests.”
Su Tang happily agreed. Before hanging up, he shared his painful selfie experience at home with his Alpha and resolved over the phone to learn how to take good photos in the future!
Ye Chiyu opened the little guy’s Weibo. Looking at the little guy smiling brilliantly in the sunlight, he couldn’t look away. He saved the original image directly and set it as his lock screen wallpaper.
His Tang Tang was too modest. To use a recent phrase, his baby had probably staged a “beauty murder incident” on his Weibo home ground.
His baby’s selfie was clearly unbearably good-looking.
…
After messaging Su Tang, Ning Yang tossed his phone aside and buried his head in his meal. Just as he finished a bowl of porridge, a courier walked into the office.
“May I ask which one is Mr. Ning Yang?”
Ning Yang replied “I am” while eating a fried dough stick with soy milk.
“You are Ning Yang, right? Please wait a moment, there is a package for you to sign!”
Ning Yang looked at the small parcel in the courier’s hand, thinking he hadn’t bought anything sent to the company recently.
The courier looked at him in confusion, then silently walked out of the office again.
Didn’t he say there was a package for me? Why did he leave without giving me the stuff? Ning Yang was baffled. Just as he was about to continue eating breakfast, the courier came back, pulling a small cart behind him.
On the cart was a super-large white cardboard box, beautifully packaged, even tied with a beautiful bow made of silver satin.
“Bro, are you sure this is mine?” Ning Yang stared at the huge box, stunned. He hadn’t bought such a large item recently… right?
The courier paused while confirming the order. “That’s right. You are Ning Yang, aren’t you? Is there anyone else named Ning Yang in your company? What are the last digits of your phone number? Let me verify again.”
“8869.”
“8869, that’s correct. This is your package. Alright, leaving the stuff here. I’m off, have a nice life~”
The courier carefully moved the big box from the cart and placed it in front of Ning Yang, then patted his butt and left.
Colleagues arriving for work one after another also saw the courier box in front of Ning Yang. Some teased asking if it was sent by a suitor since it was packaged so well. Ning Yang waved his hand, saying how could that be possible.
What kind of suitor could he have?
Wait until the colleagues had mostly dispersed, Ning Yang moved the big box to his workstation, untied the bow, took out a small knife, and slit the tape.
“Holy sh*t…!”
The sight inside the box made Ning Yang curse under his breath. His handsome brows furrowed deeply as he glared viciously at the contents.
Inside the courier box was a huge bouquet of strawberries. Each strawberry was large, fresh, and individually wrapped. The bouquet was even wrapped with pretty LED light strips. Upon closer inspection, there was a handwritten card.
No need to guess; it was obviously sent by that guy.
With a look of disgust, Ning Yang pulled the card out from the pile of strawberries. Not wanting his colleagues to discover someone had sent him this kind of thing, he quickly closed the box.
[My Dear Yang Yang:
Seeing these words is like seeing my face. Not seeing you for a few days, I miss you very much.
That kick of yours last time was truly heartless, but it doesn’t matter, I still like you very much!
You ran away before we could talk properly in Sister-in-law’s ward, so I secretly had someone investigate your address and phone number. Your pheromones are that lovely strawberry scent, so I could only send you a bouquet of strawberry flowers. Hope you like it!
PS: I know you definitely threw away the business card I gave you last time. 1****2552, this is my mobile number, same for WeChat~ Let’s add each other. Give me a chance to treat you to a meal to apologize~
Signed: The Universally Invincible Handsome Guy, Wen Lang]
What the hell is this? It’s really dirtying my young master eyes!
After reading the content on the card, Ning Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then unhesitatingly threw the card into the wastebasket.
Damn pervert wants me to add him as a friend? Keep dreaming!
Half an hour later, the cleaning lady came to collect the trash from the employees’ wastebaskets. Just as she was about to dump it into the garbage bag, Ning Yang suddenly shouted, “Aunty, wait a minute!” He found the card he had thrown away in the wastebasket and quickly tucked it into his own pocket.
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