Third Comb

Xu Che received a call.

The caller ID is “She-devil,” which made him stand up straighter.

“Hello….” Trembling with fear, the little assistant slammed the phone next to his ear.

“Xu Che? I’m Chen Lu.” The person on the other end went straight to the point.

“I know you’re Chen Lu. Do you next something boss?” Xu Che found a chair and sat down. He is afraid of the next conversation.

“Oh?” The woman thoughtfully said, “We haven’t been in contact for a month. I thought you forgot about me.”

Xu Che immediately began to flatter, “How, how can we forget our great Agent Chen, our queen.”

“Good. What happened to the weekly reports about Ting Chuan? Where is it?”

“That’s, filming had been busy.” Xu Che nervously laughed.

“Busy….” The woman coldly sneered, “I see that he has time to go on Weibo. A man who hasn’t been on Weibo for the past hundred years now knows how to follow people.”

“Wh-what?” Xu Che was so shocked he almost jumped out of his chair, “He followed someone?!”

“Don’t be nervous, it was discreet.” The woman’s voice is filled with doubt, “It seems that you don’t know?”

“Crap, of course, I didn’t know! If I knew, do you think I would let him follow?!” Fu Ting Chuan this brat actually learned to follow someone behind his back. Xu Che’s head started to hurt, “Who is it?”

“A woman, I don’t know who. You check it out.” Agent Chen calmly added, “Her hands…..are beautiful.”

Fu Ting Chuan’s Weibo is not his alone.

Even though he has the password and can log into the account, most of the time it is handled by his agent Chen Lu. He rarely posted things himself.

Yesterday, Chen Lu went on the studio account to forward a big brand endorsement promotion. After she was done, she suddenly wanted to check out his account.

Fu Ting Chuan never liked to have social interactions online. After setting up his studio, in order to attract popularity, the employees gave him a psychological construction. He finally yielded and set up a personal Weibo account. However, he was too lazy to go on or even post. Even when it is necessary for some publicity stunts, they would only be forwarded by Chen Lu.

She once told Fu Ting Chuan that if he is on his account, don’t look at anything strange, don’t rashly follow people, and don’t slip.

Later, she realized that her warning was completely useless. This kid doesn’t go on Weibo at all.

Therefore, Chen Lu was less diligent because….she has to pretend to be Fu Ting Chuan when posting.

If Xu Che is a “loving mother,” then Chen Lu is a “strict father.” Everything at work is given to her. These two people joined together to help manage the road of Fu Ting Chuan.

This time, because she was busy, she was not able to contact Fu Ting Chuan for an entire month. As an agent, she is naturally worried about the status of her “son Fu,” so she logs onto his personal account. After all, seeing an object one misses its owner (checking his work status).

After entering in the password, Agent Chen was happy that the follower count had risen to more than three million.

Then she looked at his private messages. Good, no response.

Just like the content, empty.

Following count….good, ok, no new people he is following…. Wait! The female agent fixed her eyes on the “quietly follow” column. Why is the number displayed not 0 but 1??

Chen Lu’s heart is rapidly beating. She clicked on the link to the person the cold and handsome celebrity is following. She is a relatively unknown beauty blogger, with a few fans and a pair of beautiful hands.

Bing.

A few minutes later, Xu Che sat in front of the computer and looked through Bing’s homepage.

His screen turned white as a sheet.

He racked his brain and tried to remember. Why...why does this blogger’s hand look so familiar?

Before going to work the next day, Xu Che specially saved a picture of Bing’s hand on his phone.

Except when he is driving, he would look at the picture over and over again until it will click in his head.

He needs to confirm one thing.

After going into the dressing room, Fu Ting Chuan habitually sat down on the dressing table by the door. As usual, his makeup artist Jiang Tiao gently put a cup of hot coffee on the table.

He was quite used to it.

Then, Fu Ting Chuan noticed his assistant staring at Jiang Tiao’s hand with a fierce gaze. His undisguised look is even more exaggerated than his own inner thoughts.

What’s wrong with this person?

Fu Ting Chuan cleared his throat, “Jiang Tiao, put your gloves on.”

“En, okay.” The woman responded.

Xu Che continued to stare at Jiang Tiao’s hand as she put on the pair of white gloves. He removed his gaze and looked at Fu Ting Chuan.

Huh.

Her fingers are long and fair on her smooth skin. There is no nail polish on her finely trimmed nails. She is also wearing the same Omega Constellation watch–––

The features are exactly the same. The makeup artist in front of him and that makeup artist Bing are the same person.

Fu Ting Chuan, you son of a bitch.

Xu Che’s heart grew heavy. He slowly walked out of the dressing room and called his boss.

“Hello, Old Fu.”

“En.”

“Let’s meet up and have a chat.”

“What is it that you can’t say it on the phone?”

“Really? That Bing is right by your side. It’s not con….“ Xu Che evilly

Fu Ting Chuan immediately interrupted him, “I’m going out now.”