Chapter 326

In the end, Sister Yanzi had to pull out her "Boss Yan" title to put Dilireba's assistant in her place.

Making her not dare to argue with her over whose boss was behind this kind of stunt.

Normally, she wouldn't put on such airs with these old acquaintances she'd known for...

But this is clearly no longer a normal situation—there's no choice but to strike hard!

However, Reba's assistant Lingling clearly still resented it; she wasn't afraid of Sister Yanzi, even if the latter's reputation in the industry was now somewhat intimidating.

She muttered silently to herself: Reba wouldn't act like this.

But after hearing a few more sounds, she began to lose confidence.

Ohhh~

The pitch is way too high!

It doesn't sound like a boy's voice.

Last time she saw the oil-smeared aftermath; now she's heard this too. Honestly, it does feel a bit contradictory.

But Reba's daily workload and stress levels—Lingling, as her assistant, felt them most acutely.

Perhaps that's why, during this rare moment of letting loose and venting, she went especially wild.

Damn it, she can't keep faking this anymore! Sis, please be a little more reserved~

You're in the entertainment industry, not the alphabet circle.

But Sister Yanzi's mindset was completely different—head held high, silently cheering for her own Xiao Bai ge.

So cool, so cool~

How did he even pull that off?

He turned a top-tier female star into this?!

Bai Liang: You probably won't believe me, but she initiated it.

Perhaps because singing mountain songs wasn't feasible under these circumstances, Reba resorted to a rather unusual substitute.

This passage employs hyperbolic rhetoric to express longing and the protagonist's reflection on time's passage and the enduring presence of the beloved.

The distilled central idea is.

Forget it, he couldn't keep faking it either.

He simply raised his hand and struck, interrupting Reba's "spellcasting."

"Ow~"

——

After coming out of the room, Reba showed no obvious signs of distress except for a faint flush on her cheeks.

Her smile, however, seemed even brighter.

Yet the originally abundant time was slightly disrupted by this minor incident, forcing everyone to scramble and hustle before departure.

Her makeup was smudged, her hairstyle disheveled—her makeup and styling team had to rush to fix it.

Of course, the makeup artist was quite sensible and didn't ask why things went wrong.

After all, the "culprit" wasn't faring much better.

Bai Liang nearly jumped up to smack Lao Zhou's head.

"These pants are way too tight—will I look like a jingshen xiaopu when I wear them?"

Bai Liang understood why small-town exam-takers could neither shed Kong Yiji's long gown nor fit into tight pants.

Because tight pants are genuinely hard to wear!

Only someone as thin as those jingshen xiaopu could possibly pull them off~

Bai Liang's build, obviously, had nothing to do with jingshen xiaopu—he'd maintained cardio for years and wasn't overly muscular, but this Dior suit was still uncomfortably snug.

Lao Zhou smiled apologetically beside him: "Bro Liang, you'll definitely fit—two days ago, they took your measurements specifically for the set. This line's always a bit tight, but you won't look like a jingshen xiaopu—they couldn't even afford this."

That remark was a bit too dismissive of jingshen xiaopu.

Don't you understand the value of "I wish I'd been there in front of the Great Snow Temple"?

Paying 800 yuan for the lowest-tier E300—this was a major trend among post-2000s, not a joke.

Front row laborers, back row tigers, cameras set to 525—sometimes that's just how trends work.

No wonder people later joked: You shouldn't have chosen studying at the age when you could've been shaking your hands like flowers~

They're not wearing tight pants—they're wearing Rolls-Royce Cullinan fragments.

Of course, Bai Liang wasn't envious—he couldn't shake his hands like flowers either.

As for Rolls-Royce Cullinan fragments—he couldn't sit in one anyway; he was the Mercedes-Benz spokesperson, the universally recognized best spokesperson.

Downstairs, a long-wheelbase Maybach S800 was already parked, shipped all the way over.

It was its first appearance in China, not at any auto show, but brought here specifically to accompany Bai Liang at the Golden Eagle Awards—the leather scent probably hadn't even faded yet.

"Damn! Finally got them on!"

After struggling mightily to pull the pants on and smooth out the fabric, Bai Liang felt sweat forming on his forehead.

These suit pants were truly torturous, especially brand-new ones.

The "opening" pressure was always intense—these pants hadn't yet adapted to his legs' entry and seemed to instinctively resist.

Fortunately, Bai Liang had considerable experience in this area.

And the pronunciation of "Dior" itself sounded a bit suggestive—when spoken quickly, it almost sounded like a compliment.

So he was certain the brand had overlooked something when taking his measurements.

This forced him to manually adjust the trajectory.

Fortunately, after putting them on and checking himself in the mirror, he was surprisingly well-turned-out.

The black fabric naturally slimmed his figure; the tautly stretched thigh muscles didn't look overly pronounced but instead radiated a unique sense of power.

It makes one look slim without seeming like a weakling. The effect really is quite magical.

Apart from restricting big movements and slightly affecting mobility, this thing actually looks pretty good once you put it on.

No wonder Old Zhou recommended it so strongly.

His company's vice president and fashion director really does have a few tricks up his sleeve~

In any case, the young ladies who had just finished the emergency makeup and styling touch-ups for Reba were all sneaking peeks out of the corners of their eyes.

The girls watching is one thing, but that somewhat effeminate Teacher Tony also standing there watching all "shyly"—that was pushing it a bit.

Killing both men and women?

No, wait, probably not the men

"Stop squirming like that, don't wrinkle the pants."

Reba, who had by now come down from her earlier manic abstraction, had taken on the responsibility of "taking care of little baby Bai Liang."

After getting in the car and seeing Bai Liang fidgeting like a child with ADHD, she quickly gave him a reminder.

She even reached over to smooth out the creases on his pants.

Because of how tight and close-fitting they were, it gave Bai Liang the feeling that she was directly touching his leg.

He hurriedly held her hand—if she kept touching under these circumstances, the pants really wouldn't hold up and it'd be all over~

"The pants are still a bit too tight."

"So handsome!"

While soothing him, Reba subconsciously scooted a little closer to Bai Liang.

The moment she made that move, a strange sound suddenly escaped her lips, "hiss—"

"What is it?"

What do you mean "what is it"? And you have the nerve to ask?

Reba glared at him, gently rubbed her backside behind her. She had wanted to subconsciously bite her lip, but thinking of the lipstick on her mouth, she forcibly held back.

She said reproachfully: "It's all your fault, hitting so hard."

"Swollen?"

"A little~"

"No wonder I felt it was perkier just now." Bai Liang rubbed his chin, his attention successfully diverted; he no longer felt uncomfortable in his pants.

Reba was slightly speechless: What are you so pleased about?

But after just a few seconds she couldn't hold it in anymore, covering her mouth as she laughed in little shudders.

Bai Liang awkwardly reached out to hold it down—damn it, when he didn't divert his attention, he felt the pants were tight; when he did divert his attention, the pants got even tighter.

"Let me help~"

"Don't, if you 'help' then it's completely over."

Having long since recovered from battling "Nezha," Bai Liang was now in peak condition. If he really let her little hand press down on it, god knows how long it'd take to go down.

In this car, Reba could only provide any kind of help except actual help.

In other words, she only handles takeoff, not landing.

So absolutely cannot let her touch!

Fortunately, at this point Reba didn't dare to play any tricks—she was also a little afraid Bai Liang would really walk the red carpet like this.

But at the same time, she was also very happy inside, extremely satisfied with Bai Liang's reaction speed.

And just then, Bai Liang suddenly heard a "grumble grumble~ grumble grumble~," so he turned to look at Reba's little tummy.

"Hungry?"

But she shook her head and said with a silly smile: "Full~"

Damn! They were clearly not talking about the same thing!

!

This girl was still continuously "applying pressure" on him.

Fortunately, Bai Liang's super brain finally thought of a solution at this moment: "I heard you're in talks with Audi? Then maybe next time we attend some event together, we won't be able to ride in the same car and walk the red carpet together."

"There's not even a single stroke of that character yet, and besides, isn't Da-bai really good at helping female stars land endorsements? How about you get Mercedes-Benz to sign me?"

Really good at helping female stars land endorsements?

Bai Liang felt like he'd been poked at something, but fortunately Reba didn't intend to dwell on this topic too much.

Instead she winked at him, "We're going down."

Huh?!

Really~ miracle doctor!

But the next second, Reba, enduring a bit of pain, pressed right up against him again.

When Bai Liang felt a moist friction on his ear and the surface of his tongue, regrettably, it happened again!

His tiger-body shuddered: yet it wasn't specifically to tease me?

Reba: Hehe, this one specifically wants to tease you!

Hmph! Didn't think of this when you were spanking people, did you?

Still, using this method to vent a little grievance was already quite mild~

Because the main grievance didn't come from being spanked—in fact, that was just an excuse.

Fortunately, the hotel wasn't very far from the Golden Eagle Awards ceremony venue, so Reba's "mischief" didn't last too long.

After all, she couldn't really let Bai Liang make a fool of himself on the red carpet.

And besides, she magically discovered that after she played her trick, Bai Liang seemed to gradually start getting used to the pants.

No longer fidgeting like a child with ADHD, feeling like everything was off, insisting on squirming around.

"Not tight?"

"It's not that either—it's still tight, just not strangling anymore." Bai Liang explained.

In this world there was originally no road; once enough people walked it, it became one.

Reba listened and felt something was off; only after several seconds did she realize this was actually "praise" aimed at herself.

At the same time she couldn't help letting her mind wander: was it really that strangling the very first time? Oh my!

So, blushing furiously, she swatted Bai Liang once.

"What nonsense are you spouting."

"I'm not lying to you, you know me—I just love telling a bit of the truth."

Looking at Bai Liang's honest, dependable-young-gentleman appearance, Reba finally couldn't hold back and bit her lower lip.

That little action directly led to Bai Liang having to pinch a napkin and gently wipe the lipstick stuck on her teeth before the two of them got out of the car.

And so, when Dilireba appeared before everyone, her face flushed and a little shy, paired with her exquisite makeup, she looked especially delicate and moving.

Over the past year her red-carpet styling had grown increasingly aggressive, her aura ever more powerful; today the makeup style hadn't changed, yet somehow carried a few extra touches of soft beauty.

Standing before Bai Liang, she actually gave off a delicate-bird-leaning-on-a-person vibe.

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The dense crowds on both sides could even make someone with trypophobia swap that for sheer panic, sweat pouring down.

The mountain-call-and-sea-roar of noise was deafening.

Every media outlet on site knew exactly where the cameras should point at this moment.

Because right now, the man and woman symbolizing the current peak of entertainment-circle traffic had appeared together.

The last time these two were in the same frame felt like it was already a lifetime ago.

A very long time had passed.

For artists standing beneath the spotlight, the scene before one's eyes was naturally the greatest affirmation.

Reba turned her head, flashed Bai Liang a smile, and without hesitation grabbed his hand—rather than lightly looping her arm through his.

Fingers interlaced.

That move once again goaded the fans on site into howling wildly.

Tonight was unquestionably a traffic night!

"So it's actually been a really long time since we last appeared together on camera."

"Mm?"

On the red carpet, dutifully serving as the perfect photo backdrop for the female star, Bai Liang heard Reba's words and felt a little puzzled.

Why the sudden sentiment right now?

She then pointed at a spot not far away, where a group of fans were unmistakably holding up *Weiwei* posters.

The posters even had a date on them.

"It's already been two years…"

Every single move the two of them made on the red carpet was watched by countless pairs of eyes.

When Reba laughingly pointed it out for Bai Liang to see, that bunch of *Weiwei* fans nearly "lost it"; the sound they let out in an instant completely drowned out all the surrounding fans.

The two simply walked straight over and took a group photo.

Under the frozen frame of the camera, Xiao Nai still seemed to be that same Xiao Nai—over two years had left no trace at all on his face.

Only that compared to the aloof-god image on the poster, the real-life treasure of a male god always smiled very gently.

As for Bei Weiwei… she resembled her even more than before!

As time went on, Bei Weiwei's image not only failed to slowly fade from Reba, but instead grew ever more concrete.

Gorgeous brows and eyes, captivating glances, ever-crimson lips, a fiery figure.

If it were her acting the role now, she might even fit it better.

But what thrilled the fans most was—two years had passed! The two leads were still "working the ship."

Could there be any better "after-sales service" than this?

And it wasn't just working the ship—next year there'd even be new content; according to Gu Man's spoilers, she looked quite set on projecting parts of the real-life characters and story into the TV drama.

A CP like this in the circle was truly too "dedicated to the craft."

The only pity was that the female lead was not the male lead's only one.

(End of chapter)