398.
Not only had my sugar returned, but he came back with his sugar wife and sugar son.
If I wasn’t mistaken, this ring was Gu Yiliang’s personal belonging, right? And on top of that...
Was Gu Yiliang really sliding it onto my finger himself?!

 

399.
Just yesterday, I naively thought I could face all this sweetness with a straight face.
Sorry, I was the one who lacked self-awareness and overestimated my abilities.
It was also because I didn’t truly understand Gu Yiliang and had underestimated him.
I watched him, head bowed, slipping the ring onto my finger, and froze, breathless for a long moment.
Air? Breathing? Who needs that. As long as I could feast on this sugar, my body would keep running, full of vitality.
I could live a long, healthy life sustained on this sweetness alone.

 

400.
A sugar-based diet is seriously good for your health!
I really want to promote this new lifestyle—bring this "Niangzi Giant Sugar" into every household to spread genuine happiness to the people!
This is for the greater good, absolutely not because I want to show off.

 

401.
First, he tried the ring on my index finger, twisted it slightly, then frowned. "Too loose."
Next, he attempted my middle finger, but before it even reached the second knuckle, he shook his head. "Won’t fit."
Then, without hesitation, he slid it onto my ring finger.
Without further testing, he declared with utmost seriousness, "There. Perfect."
Me: "..."
Seriously, are my fingers that wildly disproportionate?!
In his eyes, do I have hands like Zhang Fei’s—thick yet delicate? (NT: A general from the Three Kingdoms era, known for his brute strength and rough demeanour.)
I’m starting to wonder if he should be called Zhang Yiliang instead—"The harder you try to hide it, the more obvious it becomes."

 

402.
If you want to shower me with sugar, just do it outright! No need for this whole performance! Go all in—I can take it!
That’s what I thought... until he flashed me a mischievous grin, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling, his eyes sparkling with playful malice.
...
Sorry! I overestimated my resistance again! I can’t handle this!
What’s gotten into Gu Yiliang today? Has he turned into an actual piece of candy?!
For a brief moment, I genuinely wanted to pounce on him and lick him to see if he tasted sweet.

 

403.
I was left struggling to survive in this sugary syrup when heaven took pity on me—his assistant came to fetch him, leaving me alone in the dressing room, still reeling from the giant sugar overdose.
Mr. Chen, who had witnessed the whole thing, nudged me. "Yanyan, exactly what’s going on between you two?"
His question snapped me back to reality. I couldn’t let Xiao Chen misunderstand further!
Switching from delusional shipper to rational Wei Yanzhi, I casually explained, "Actually, there’s nothing between us. We’ve just... established diplomatic relations, that’s all."
Xiao Chen: "...!"
Me: "...?"
Xiao Chen: "Uh, sorry for the dumb question... but... what kind of position is 'diplomatic relations'?"

 

404.
Me: "... Xiao Chen."
Him: "Yeah?"
Me: "Once Lan Jue wraps filming, sign a long-term contract with me and become my permanent assistant."
Him: "Really?! Yanyan, you’re the best!"
Me: "Yes. Because if I let you go, you’ll unleash chaos upon the world."
Him: "... Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
Me: "Yes, it is."
Him: "Oh... okay."
Him: "But seriously, what does 'diplomatic relations' mea—"
Me: "GET OUT!!!"

 

405.
The photoshoot went smoothly.
I might not be a great actor, but when it comes to photos, I’m solid. Honestly, if movies were just PowerPoint slideshows, I’d have an Oscar by now.
During a makeup break, I sat obediently on a prop while the artist touched up my face, chatting with Gu Yiliang, who leaned nearby, as we exchanged pointless flattery.
Mid-conversation, I noticed the lead actress walk by in high heels.
Her pencil skirt hugged her hips, and her endless legs, dusted with shimmery bronze powder, seemed to stretch for miles.
I suddenly remembered—during the livestream, Gu Yiliang had said he liked long legs.
I stole a glance at the actress’s legs, then turned to observe Gu Yiliang.
Of course, he was looking right at her.

 

406.
That innocent yet direct stare—he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
I was mentally criticizing him when Gu Yiliang suddenly turned to me and said, "My legs are straighter than hers."
Me: "Huh?"
In a firm, slightly threatening tone, he added, "From now on, only look at mine."

 

407.
What a bold, domineering line! He’s really not even pretending to conceal his intentions!
Is he forced to stay in character all the time? Is the "Niangzi shop" open for business 24/7?
Selling sugar this blatantly—isn’t it a bit much? Even the makeup artist is trying not to laugh!
I need to lighten the mood. Let’s treat this as a joke between friends.
I burst into exaggerated laughter and teased, "Well, my legs are long too. You can stare at them from now on."
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze loaded with meaning: "Fine by me."
Makeup artist: "Pfft."

 

408.
Classic... Niohuru Yiliang.
(NT: Niohuru (钮钴禄), meaning "wolf" in Manchu, was one of the most prominent noble clans of the Qing dynasty, known for political influence and producing empresses and high-ranking consorts.)

Once again, I found myself breathless, heart pounding, utterly disoriented.

409.
No, no—this wasn’t okay.
I couldn’t let myself be blinded by all this syrup!
The art of "selling sugar" required moderation and subtlety. Even when role playing, timing and setting mattered—otherwise, you’d tank the whole business!
Tormented by these thoughts, I waited for the photo-shoot to wrap up, sitting on the lounge sofa like a king, resolved to discuss boundaries for public flirting with Gu Yiliang.
But the moment he appeared, my resolve evaporated.
The reason? Simple—
Gu Yiliang, could you stop smiling at me like that, with enough charm to melt glaciers? My heart’s fragile, you know?
What’s gotten into him today? Why does everything about him feel off?
Under the spell of that smile, my spine turned to jelly, and I squeaked, "What’s up with you today?"
He tilted his head, confused. "Huh? What do you mean?"
What do I mean?! I took a deep breath, ready to list all his "crimes" today... but then—
Wait. Objectively speaking... he hadn’t actually done anything wrong, had he?

 

410.
If I stripped away my delusional shipper goggles and subjective interpretations...
What was wrong with offering a friend a drink? Flexing gaming skills? Giving acting advice? Helping with outfit choices? And that smile—was it his fault he was naturally charming?
The teasing, the glances, the tone—all could be dismissed as "just bros joking around."
So if my heart was racing this hard... did that mean...
It was too easy to flirt with me?

 

411.
A wave of existential despair crashed over me.

 

412.
No! That’s not it!
The enemy isn’t too cunning—I’m just too weak-willed!
Furious at myself, I slumped onto the sofa. Then I glanced at the ring on my finger—
Solid sugar, exquisitely sweet, memorably addictive, the ultimate cardiac stimulant!
One taste of this sugar, and I shot upright, blurting, "How about selling me this ring?"
He looked startled. "Huh? Why?"
Obviously because I want to keep this sugar relic!
I lied: "I like this brand, and I missed out on buying this design. So..."
He cut me off. "Take it. It’s yours."
"Wha—no, no!" I panicked, trying to remove it. "This costs thousands, right? I haven’t given you anything in return, I can’t—"
He gripped my hand firmly.

 

413.
Our eyes locked. Hands clasped. Silence stretched.
Just as I was about to speak, a light flashed in his eyes—like a sudden idea.
He released me, spun around, and sprinted out of the room... then dashed back carrying a bag.
I stared, baffled, as he unzipped it and pulled out a jewelry box.

 

414.
Under my stunned gaze, Gu Yiliang retrieved two necklaces and draped them around my neck.
Then a bracelet, clamped onto my wrist.
Next, an ankle chain, fastened with precision.
Then another piece...

 

415.
Wait—is he... decorating me like a Christmas tree?!

Or is he preparing for my grand wedding?
Or worse—my lavish funeral?

 

417.
Frozen in place, I watched as Gu Yiliang eagerly adorned me with jewelry. With a trembling finger, I lifted one of the chains and asked, "Uh... what’s all this?"
He glanced over and replied matter-of-factly, "Oh, that’s the Fall 2017 collect—"
Me: "No, I know—I recognize the collection. I mean... why are you doing this?"
Him: "You said you liked this brand."
Me: "Yeah, but—wait, no—"
Him: "These pieces are hard to find."
Me: "True, but—"
Him: "I’m giving them all to you."
Me: "..."
My brain was short-circuiting: "No, but... you... I..."

 

418.
The corner of his lips quirked up, eyes shining with sincerity, as he asked softly—pleading yet tender: "I’ll give you all of it... if you’ll sing just for me?"

 

419.
Ah—I can’t breathe. Am I floating in space now?
Ah—my chest hurts. Where’s my emergency pill?
Ah—my blood supply’s drained. I don’t know if this man used it for scams or to cook spicy hotpot.
Ah—I’m gonna die. Mom, I’ve failed as a filial son!

 

420.
I wondered if Gu Yiliang had a side gig in fraud. Stars spun in my vision, my mind went blank, and before I could react, the money—no, the deal—was already settled.
Gu Yiliang looked thrilled: "Okay, it’s decided."
I clutched my forehead: "...Wait, hold on—"
His lips curved downward slightly, eyes blinking with a hint of grievance: "You’re backing out?"
Me: "JUST ACT NORMAL FOR ONCE!!"

 

421.
I spent three minutes mentally replaying everything he’d done today.
Finally, I pinpointed the problem.
In one day, he’d cycled through every explosive boyfriend trope:
From a shy, awkward teenager to a gentle, responsible man
From resolute problem-solver to a scheming trickster
From a possessive alpha to a Reckless flirt and sudden softness
From an overbearing president with a wicked charm to a cute creature, he’d performed every possible role?!

 

422.
I demanded: "Did you read a novel or something?!"

 

423.
He touched the bridge of his nose.

 

Translator : DarNan