Chapter 36
A leopard-print coat was classy and high-end. A tiger-skin coat was mighty and manly. A fox collar or rabbit fur was cute and warm.
But a pigskin coat.
Wasn’t that phrase a little too obscure?
It was not that everyone did not believe Shen Jinfeng, but imagine wearing that coat outside and someone asking, “What kind of coat are you wearing?”
And you reply: “A pigskin coat.”
Sorry, but that scene was just too funny to think about, hahaha.
However, under Shen Jinfeng’s expectant gaze, the group gritted their teeth.
Qin Ye was the first to step forward. “I want it.”
Qi Xiu’s eyes flashed, and he followed up. “Boss, I want it too!”
He Erwang looked deeply conflicted. “Boss, since you’re making it by hand, I want it!”
Mo Fan hesitated, then asked, “Can it be made into thermal underwear?”
Shen Jinfeng understood. These people looked down on pigskin!
But they were still giving him face.
He found it funny and looked toward Qin Ye, who had stepped forward first. “Fine. First come, first served. I’ll give it to Qin Ye.”
These people really did not understand fashion. In one of the small worlds he had been to before, pigskin coats had set off a trend for a while.
Did these people think that after real pigskin was peeled off, it would be worn directly on the body as clothes without any processing?
The others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Ye did not really react much. He was even a little delighted.
When he went out, no one ever asked him about his clothes. If someone did ask, he would answer: This was, ahem, made for him by the person he liked. Wouldn’t that make others die of envy?
As for the material of the clothes, it was privately customized. No comment.
He felt that this explanation was perfectly seamless.
Little did he know that the whole thing was being livestreamed to the entire internet, and the material of the clothes he was about to own had long been exposed beyond repair.
Madam Yun had just woken up and was having breakfast when she opened the livestream to watch. She watched with great interest.
Seeing the bullet comments full of complaints and teasing, she did not go fight the netizens for three hundred rounds this time.
“These people really have no taste. Little Shen can even make leaves into such beautiful clothes. With pigskin, he’ll definitely be able to make something even more handsome and stylish. A black coat would be very cool, okay?”
Qin Jianfeng sat beside her, hesitating to speak, but ultimately remained silent.
At that moment, the cleaning auntie passed by. Hearing Madam Yun’s words, she could not help but interject, “But Madam, pigskin isn’t black. It’s flesh-pink.”
Pfft.
Madam Yun choked on a mouthful of porridge and hurriedly grabbed some water, gulping down several mouthfuls.
“Flesh-pink?” she asked incredulously. Then she realized she had asked a stupid question. Right. Just because wild boar hair was black did not mean its skin was black too.
The auntie thought Madam Yun did not believe her, so she simply took out her phone and searched up some photos and videos to show her.
“Madam, look at this color. Doesn’t it look like that warm white skin tone mentioned in the skincare promotional video you watched before?”
Madam Yun: “…”
What the hell, warm white skin tone.
She was never going to be able to look directly at the words “warm white skin” again.
After learning the color of pigskin, she carefully imagined her son wearing warm white skin—no, wearing clothes in that pale pigskin color.
…Wouldn’t it make people want to peel his clothes off and cook them?
She thought so, and she said so.
Madam Yun felt that her thinking was quite reasonable.
She joined the bullet-comment army.
“In the future, if they run into some accident and have no food, won’t the clothes Qin Ye is wearing be ready-made? They won’t even need to look for food. They can just boil it and eat it.”
The netizens who saw this comment were all stunned.
“Damn, you really are a talent! Now who can still tell the difference between you and Einstein?”
“Good grief. Experts really are among the common people. My internet friends, whom I have never met, really do have the wildest ideas!”
“I’m dying of laughter. If they get hungry, they can just take off the clothes and boil them to eat. Truly brilliant! Wait, could Big Boss Shen have thought of this layer too?”
On the livestream screen, after confirming who the future clothes would belong to, Shen Jinfeng prepared to wave for Gu Shengsheng and the others to boil hot water.
Because whether they wanted to make clothes or cook it to eat, the first step was to remove the pig hair. With the limited conditions on the deserted island, they could only use the traditional scalding method.
However, while the hot water was still boiling, he looked at the wild boar’s thick hair, especially the bristles on its neck and back, which looked almost fifteen centimeters long.
It would be too much of a pity to waste pig bristles longer than ten centimeters.
So Shen Jinfeng thought for a moment and called Qin Ye and the others over to pluck the bristles together.
“Although our hair is short, day after day, we still need to comb it. Come learn from me later. Each of you can make yourselves a comb.”
The others had already developed a habit and obediently listened.
Especially since everyone present was an entertainer from the entertainment industry. Although they currently did not have memories of their glamorous images, armed from hair to toe, the fact that they could not help wanting to bathe showed that they still subconsciously cared about their appearance.
Making a pig-bristle comb was very simple. The main thing was to pay attention to the length of the bristles and then embed them into wood that had been carved into shape.
He Erwang suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked, “Boss, can this be made with uneven lengths?”
He pointed at Mo Fan’s hair and said, “Brother Mo’s hair is relatively soft and flat. You can use the long teeth to comb the hair, and the short teeth to smooth down frizz. That way, the hair can be combed smooth without being pressed down.”
After saying that, he felt a little proud, thinking that he truly had a genius-level idea.
Unexpectedly, Shen Jinfeng nodded. “Mm, yes. What you said is also one of the common ways of making a pig-bristle comb.”
“Ah?” He Erwang froze. “I thought I was the first one to discover it.”
“Hahahahaha, Little Purple Hair still remembers what pig-bristle combs are used for. Isn’t this a must-have for makeup artists?”
“They’re celebrities, so they probably use it often and remembered it. Especially Little Purple Hair, who has tons of hairstyles. He’s active on Weibo all the time, so he’s probably studied it himself too.”
After the group finished making their combs, there was still a huge pile of pig bristles left.
Shen Jinfeng made several more brushes.
He saw Qin Ye sitting beside him, looking up at him every once in a while as he worked.
After thinking for a moment, he casually asked, “Qin Ye, your mother is a painter? What kind of paintings does she mainly paint?”
Qin Ye thought for a moment. “She has quite a wide range of interests. She’s mainly good at landscape painting. She has also dabbled in flower-and-bird painting. Sometimes she paints oils too. She can also draw the kind of chibi-style picture I drew on the clay tile.”
The chibi drawings were something Madam Yun had drawn to amuse him when he was little, and she had also taught him.
But after he grew up, he had never seen Madam Yun draw them again.
Shen Jinfeng pointed at the pig bristles and said, “You can use the bristles to make a set of gouache brushes for your mother.”
Pig bristles were actually very suitable for gouache brushes. The hair was even and elastic, and because it was tough and resilient, it did not deform easily and could hold more pigment.
Qin Ye was stunned. To be honest, he really had not thought of that.
“Just carve a few brush handles, embed the pig bristles in them, and do the same thing I did earlier,” Shen Jinfeng said. “Can you do it?”
Qin Ye nodded somewhat embarrassedly. “Yes. I’ll make them now.”
He lowered his face. Only after glancing from the corner of his eye and seeing that Shen Jinfeng was no longer looking at him did he raise his head.
He turned his body slightly and faced the still rather strong wind head-on.
Only after feeling the temperature on his face being blown down a little by the wind did he begin moving.
He thought, Shen Jinfeng really liked him too much.
The two of them were not even together yet, and the other party had already thought of giving his mother a gift!!!
If Shen Jinfeng had not kept him in his heart at all times, how could he have noticed such a “small matter”?
Qin Ye felt that the pig bristles in his hand were a little hot.
After finishing, he examined the finished product.
Mm. In his opinion, this set of gouache brushes was no worse than Madam Yun’s brushes that cost tens of thousands per piece.
He specially walked over to Shen Jinfeng and showed him the finished product.
Shen Jinfeng looked up in confusion. “Done? Not bad.”
He took the gouache brushes and examined them in his hand. He felt that the brush handles were still a little rough. Also, if a woman were holding them, they could actually be made a bit slimmer.
He picked up the knife and made a few slight refinements.
From Qin Ye’s angle, the young man’s lowered brows and eyes looked exceptionally serious, as if he were carefully carving some incomparably rare object.
He stared straight at the young man in front of him, his mind a complete mess.
Did Shen Jinfeng want to make a gift together with him for his mother?
Did that have some special meaning?
Wasn’t this a little too thoughtful?
Shen Jinfeng was definitely too embarrassed to give the gift himself. After thinking of it, he reminded him, but then, carrying some secret intention, continued to refine his finished product.
That way, this gift would be something they had prepared together!
The more Qin Ye thought about it, the faster his heart beat.
Therefore, when Shen Jinfeng handed the refined gouache brushes back to him, he somehow spoke up to reassure him. “I’ll tell my mother that this gift was prepared for her by you and me together. The idea came from you too.”
He felt that he had said it very directly. Shen Jinfeng would understand his response after hearing it.
The young man before him was thin-skinned. He would probably be unable to stop himself from blushing.
Therefore, after Qin Ye finished speaking, he gripped the gouache brushes tightly in one hand, turned around, and walked in another direction, preparing to sit back down.
At that moment, Gu Shengsheng happened to walk toward him. Upon running into him, he grabbed him.
“Brother Ye, what’s wrong with you?”
Qin Ye was puzzled. “What do you mean, what’s wrong?”
Gu Shengsheng pointed at his face, then gestured at the same spot on his own face. “Why is your face red? Your ears are especially red.”
He stood on tiptoe and used the back of his hand to touch Qin Ye’s forehead. “It’s a little hot. You didn’t get a fever from the wind, did you?”
Qin Ye’s body stiffened. He had already realized what the other party meant.
His face was red?
When in doubt, look for Boss. In emergencies, look for Boss.
Gu Shengsheng’s first reaction was to find Shen Jinfeng. “Boss, come quickly and look. Brother Ye has a fever!”
Qin Ye froze, then said urgently, “I don’t.”
Shen Jinfeng had already understood the whole story. “…”
Although he did not know how the secret admirer’s train of thought had somehow turned into the two of them making a gift for his mother together.
Did the secret admirer think he was specifically trying to curry favor with his mother?
He had only been thinking about uses for pig bristles and happened to remember that Qin Ye’s mother was a painter, so they would be useful to her.
Shen Jinfeng felt that he might have misunderstood something.
Just now, he had thought Qin Ye handed him the gouache brushes for the same reason Qi Xiu and the others did—to have him check the finished product.
Like a student who had just learned new knowledge, practiced a set of questions, and handed them to the teacher for correction.
Now, it was obvious that Qin Ye’s thought process was anything but ordinary.
He had actually handed him the gouache brushes so that he could also participate, then imagined the two of them making a gift for his mother together?
Shen Jinfeng did not know whether to laugh or cry. He also felt a little awkward.
This… should he blame himself for not explaining clearly earlier? Had he accidentally sent some kind of signal?
The secret admirer was guilty like a thief and probably knew his mind was full of wild fantasies.
After bravely saying that sentence to him, he had blushed on his own.
Blushing was one thing, but then Gu Shengsheng had seen it!
For some reason, it gave the feeling of being caught openly having an affair…
Shen Jinfeng sat where he was, keeping his expression steady and ignoring it.
But Gu Shengsheng refused to give up. He actually ran over and pulled him to take a look. “Boss, go look. Did Brother Ye get a fever too? Should he eat that herb you picked for me last time?”
With Gu Shengsheng making such a fuss, Mo Fan and the others also gathered around with some worry.
Mo Fan even stood beside Qin Ye and thoughtfully helped him block the wind.
So many people had gathered around!
Qin Ye had never thought he had social anxiety before.
But at this moment, he truly felt like he had nowhere to hide.
Especially because Shen Jinfeng had been pushed in front of him.
Shen Jinfeng’s expression was serious, as if he really thought Qin Ye had a fever.
He was probably worried about him.
Qin Ye could not help explaining, “I don’t have a fever. Don’t worry.”
After a pause, he added, “Everyone, don’t worry.”
Shen Jinfeng: “…”
Expressionless, he reached out and touched Qin Ye’s forehead with the back of his hand.
Qin Ye’s face grew even hotter.
Actually, his face was relatively all right, but the roots of his ears were so red they were nearly dripping blood. One could imagine the temperature of his forehead.
Shen Jinfeng was startled by the heat and, for an instant, genuinely worried that Qin Ye might be sick.
“Give me your hand.”
He placed his fingertips on Qin Ye’s wrist and discovered that his worry was truly unnecessary.
He looked up and saw Qin Ye gazing steadily at him. His dark eyes showed no emotion, but they still revealed a very faint, nearly imperceptible nervousness.
Suddenly, Shen Jinfeng found it a little funny.
The young man opposite him had no idea that the roots of his ears had betrayed him.
Sure enough, he had been single all this time. So innocent that he was a little cute.
Thinking this, Shen Jinfeng could not help letting a trace of amusement enter his eyes.
He reached out and patted Qin Ye’s arm. “It’s fine. You’re not sick.”
Then he turned his head and waved at the others. “Qin Ye doesn’t have a fever. Go do your own work.”
Qi Xiu looked at the two of them suspiciously. Finally, his gaze paused on the gouache brushes in Qin Ye’s hand.
He suddenly understood. “I know!”
?
Shen Jinfeng and Qin Ye turned to look at him at the same time. What did he know?
Qi Xiu revealed a knowing look and asked Qin Ye, “Is it because the thing you made just now was so bad, and after Boss fixed it, you were so ashamed you wanted to prostrate yourself in admiration?”
He comforted Qin Ye. “It’s fine. You just learned. It’s normal that you can’t make it as well as Boss.”
Qin Ye: “…”
Shen Jinfeng: “…”
The netizens watching the livestream: “…”
“Little Qi, you really are a big ‘genius’!”
“Little Qi, open your eyes wide and look! This person is seducing your Boss right under your nose!”
“I’m dying of laughter. ‘So ashamed you wanted to prostrate yourself in admiration.’ This is the first time I’ve seen someone combine words like that. I’m afraid your Chinese teacher is going to be so ashamed they prostrate themselves, hahahahaha.”
“That scene just now… I really can’t lie to myself anymore. Qin Ye, the way you look at Big Boss Shen really isn’t innocent!!! And you’re blushing. You’re blushing!”
“What do you mean, not innocent? When God Ye acted in the past, he had no feelings for those actresses either, but his gaze could still pull threads, couldn’t it? If he didn’t completely avoid interacting with his co-stars outside the show and personally dismantle CPs, who knows how many CP fanbases he’d have now? Male actors in the industry can look at dogs with deep affection, understand?”
“Hehe, you also know God Ye dismantles CPs himself offscreen? Do you know your own words contradict each other? If God Ye also looked at actresses offscreen with eyes that could make even a dog seem deeply loved, could you still say he dismantled CPs? Show me a screenshot. Who has he ever looked at affectionately offscreen? Or has he looked at a dog affectionately?”
“I’m dying of laughter. Don’t get excited, don’t get excited. God Ye left the industry years ago, and when he was in the industry, he was famous for attracting high-quality fans. His fans’ age distribution was very scientific. There aren’t many fans like this who deceive themselves, talk to themselves, and immerse themselves in their own imaginations.”
“Damn, that divination Qi Xiu did, that love would arrive soon—so this is what it meant. It really did arrive soon. Isn’t it already right beside him?”
“But if Shen Jinfeng hadn’t mentioned making gouache brushes for God Ye’s mother, God Ye wouldn’t have made them at all, and then none of this would have happened.”
Madam Yun was furious when she saw this bullet comment.
What did that mean?
Little Shen thought of giving her a gift, and this person was dissatisfied?
Her son and future son-in-law were giving her a gift together. Since when was it an outsider’s place to be dissatisfied?
She was so angry that she directly called Sun Xinping. “Hello, Director Sun.”
But once the call connected, her tone returned to its cold indifference.
Sun Xinping, who had been watching the livestream with great interest, sprang up the moment he received the call.
“Hello, Madam Yun. Did you see the WeChat message I sent you this morning…”
Madam Yun interrupted him. “I just saw a bullet comment. I took a screenshot and sent it to you. Can you help me mute the user of the comment I circled for a few days?”
Her voice was calm, but the content of her words was not very calm.
Sun Xinping: “…”
He had not checked WeChat yet, but he still respectfully replied, “All right.”
Only then did Madam Yun answer the question he cared about most. “I just watched the video from when the typhoon happened this morning.”
Because Qin Ye had joined the third season of “What Kind of Person Are You?”, she had personally invested a sum of money into the production team as well. She was one of the investors.
Although she normally did not interfere with the show’s operations, settings, or plotlines, that did not mean she was a mother who did not care about her son’s life, safety, and health.
Sun Xinping held his breath and heard the woman’s voice from the other end of the call. It was faint, yet full of authority and warning. “Director Sun, although the production team handled things in time this time and none of the guests got into trouble…”
“Destructive natural disasters like this still need to be prevented in advance.”
“If the production team’s technical level is insufficient, I can pay a high price to hire several experts in related fields and have them report to you.”
Drops of cold sweat appeared on Sun Xinping’s forehead. “I’m sorry. This time really was our negligence. Mainly, the typhoon formed in the middle of the night, and we were all asleep.”
“In the future, I’ll arrange staff members to take turns on duty and watch the situation.”
Madam Yun gave a faint “Mm.”
“Director Sun, there’s no need to be nervous. I have no intention of interfering with your operations. Survival on a deserted island is inherently dangerous, and all kinds of situations can occur. But if a guest gets into trouble right after the show starts, won’t all the money I invested go down the drain?”
Of course, the most important thing was that her wooden-headed son had finally fallen for someone! This had only just begun. The two of them were still in the stage where good feelings were sprouting. If this was cut off now…
After leaving the show, where would they find such a good opportunity to spend time together?
Moreover, in “Being Human,” one could indeed see a person’s true nature more clearly.
Sun Xinping repeatedly nodded and agreed, assuring her again and again that he would be careful in the future.
Madam Yun did not pursue the matter further.
But she suddenly remembered something. “What’s going on with the character setting you arranged for Little Shen?”
Sun Xinping shivered. “What do you mean?”
He glanced at the livestream screen. On the screen, not only had the viewers seen through Qin Ye’s thoughts, but he had also seen through them.
Could it be that the other party’s mother had not noticed?
But the question was what Madam Yun’s attitude toward Shen Jinfeng was.
However, hearing the phrase “Little Shen,” it seemed there was more goodwill than anything else.
Sun Xinping was inwardly shocked, and his eyes flashed with strange light.
He knew that the biggest reason Madam Yun had sent Qin Ye into the show was to implant in him the subconscious desire to find a partner, allowing Qin Ye to experience that feeling.
She probably had not held much hope originally, yet unexpectedly, there had been real progress so quickly.
But Shen Jinfeng—had she really taken a liking to him?
Madam Yun did not state her purpose. She only asked, “Was Little Shen the sacrificial pawn you set from the beginning?”
Yes. From the start, one could see some clues from the character settings the production team released for each guest.
She had seen this kind of method far too many times—open praise, hidden criticism.
It was just that Little Shen himself was capable. Perhaps he had been hiding his strength in the past, or there was some other reason.
But the TOP famous-university background arranged by the production team was already inconsistent to begin with, let alone the rest of the elite persona.
Sun Xinping gritted his teeth and hesitated for three seconds before deciding to make a gamble.
He answered implicitly, “The biggest sponsor of our season is Little Shen’s uncle.”
He followed Madam Yun’s lead and called him Little Shen too.
Madam Yun remained silent for a few seconds before faintly saying, “Mm.”
“There are some things Director Sun should plan for early. Don’t treat the audience like fools.”
Her final instruction was, “Make sure the later episodes are fair, just, and allowed to develop naturally.”
After hanging up, Madam Yun instructed the butler to investigate Shen Jinfeng’s information.
Today was the weekend.
Qin Jianfeng sat beside her reading the newspaper. Seeing that she had finally finished busily handling everything, he advised, “It’s only been a few days. Don’t be anxious.”
Whether it was the guests’ true nature or Qin Ye’s emotional progress, everything had only just begun.
Madam Yun rolled her eyes. “I know.”
“Are you jealous that Little Shen gave me gouache brushes and didn’t give you a gift?”
Qin Jianfeng: “…”
Madam Yun continued attacking. “Your son is just as useless as you.”
“He actually blushes when seeing the person he likes.”
The veins on Qin Jianfeng’s forehead twitched.
But a few seconds later, he suddenly calmed down and smiled at Madam Yun. “Wife, our son is currently in the virtual world.”
Madam Yun did not understand what he meant. “I know.”
Qin Jianfeng said, “So that set of gouache brushes can’t be brought into reality.”
Madam Yun: “…”
Damn it!
She looked at the screen, where Shen Jinfeng had already begun skinning the pig.
The wild boar’s black hair had been cleaned off, revealing the “warm white skin” underneath.
The roots of Qin Ye’s ears were no longer red. He could not help crouching on the other side of Shen Jinfeng, watching intently as his “clothes” took shape.
Madam Yun said with great regret, “Sigh. I actually won’t be able to see my son wear a pigskin coat in real life.”
“Husband, let’s raise a few wild boars. I’ll find the tailor from the Li family who custom-makes our clothes and have him learn from Little Shen. Then, when the time comes, he can make our son a pigskin coat exactly like the one Little Shen made.”
“Otherwise, when our son comes out and sees that his pigskin coat has disappeared, how heartbroken would he be?”
Qin Jianfeng: “…”
Fine.
When it came to setting up your son, you were the professional.
