Chapter 310: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [7]
Guan Han set down the teacup she was holding, straightened her posture, and braced herself for the tantrum of the little drama queen.
Let's see what new tricks she would pull today.
Fu Yujun turned her phone around and slid it forward, showing her a local news notification.
Guan Han: "?"
With a dark expression, Fu Yujun gritted out a few words: "Why didn't you tell me?"
Guan Han asked sincerely, "Tell you what?"
"You—" Fu Yujun grabbed the teacup from the table. Guan Han thought the little drama queen was about to throw it at her and prepared to dodge.
But Fu Yujun set the cup back down, held back her anger, and said, "Was the traffic jam you were stuck in because of a car accident?"
Guan Han felt this wasn't precise enough and corrected her, "It wasn't my accident. It was someone else's."
Fu Yujun closed her eyes, suppressing her fury, and said coldly, "If it were your accident, would I even be seeing you right now?"
Guan Han frowned.
How could there be such a troublesome woman?
"Then you—"
Fu Yujun cut her off: "Why didn't you tell me there was a car accident on your way here?!"
Guan Han lowered her head and read the news again, suddenly understanding. "Was the person in the accident someone you know?"
Fu Yujun: "..."
She felt a throbbing in her temples, as if her bl0od vessels were about to burst from anger. If she ever died one day, it would surely be from Guan Han infuriating her to death.
Guan Han: "???"
Fu Yujun closed her eyes, took a long, deep breath, and then opened them again, looking at Guan Han seriously. Slowly, she said, "I was worried about you."
Guan Han's heart felt as if it had been gently struck—softened, yet flustered in a way she couldn't quite explain.
Unconsciously wanting to do something to hide her feelings, she reached for her cup but nervously missed it.
Her slender fingers curled slightly in the air, just as Fu Yujun's had done earlier, and she awkwardly withdrew her hand under the table.
Fu Yujun observed her every move, a subtle delight stirring within her.
"Guan..." she couldn't help calling out the woman's name.
"Your dishes are here." The waiter's voice interrupted her.
Fu Yujun subtly pouted.
Guan Han shifted her attention to the food—braised lobster in rich broth, the shrimp meat golden and beautifully presented.
"Enjoy your meal." The waiter bowed slightly and stepped away, noticing the younger woman's displeased expression and sensing he might have interrupted something.
Guan Han proactively used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of lobster tail for Fu Yujun, intending to place it in her small bowl. But in that split second, Fu Yujun lifted her bowl, hid it under the table, and slightly opened her mouth, softly saying, "Ah."
Guan Han: "..."
She should have known—the little drama queen wouldn't be satisfied unless she found a hundred different ways to make a scene today.
The lobster tail was still dripping with sauce. Guan Han's hand was halfway there. She could either use her other hand to catch the drips, retract it lightning-fast to eat it herself, or... feed it to Fu Yujun, which was the easiest option.
Lazy and wanting to avoid further trouble, Guan Han chose the third option.
Fu Yujun ate the lobster fed by her beloved, her eyes crinkling into happy slits.
Guan Han's mood inexplicably lifted a little, a faint smile brushing her lips.
Fu Yujun continued, "Ah."
But Guan Han wasn't about to indulge her. With a stern, impartial expression, she said, "Get it yourself."
Having gotten her way for now, Fu Yujun decided to retreat gracefully, obediently placing her bowl back on the table and picking up her chopsticks to eat on her own.
Guan Han looked at her with satisfaction.
After a moment's thought, she wondered why she should feel pleased. It wasn't as if Fu Yujun were actually three years old—what was there to feel pleased about her eating a meal on her own? Lately, she had been so conditioned by this little tyrant that she had lost even her basic standards of judgment.
If it had been her previous two artists, she would have long since disciplined them into shape.
'This must be what it's like dealing with a big star,' Guan Han thought. So what if she's a bit high-maintenance? At least she's professional and dedicated when it comes to work.
Sometimes, Guan Han felt Fu Yujun was like a split personality—on stage, she was graceful and dignified, the epitome of a refined lady from a scholarly family. In front of industry insiders, she was gentle, considerate, and attentive. But when it came to Guan Han alone, she was a completely different person—demanding and constantly pushing her limits.
Guan Han narrowed her eyes.
Could it be that Fu Yujun had a problem with her? Did she resent the company assigning her a rookie agent and was using this method to torment her, hoping she'd back down?
Otherwise, Guan Han couldn't explain how a person could change so drastically. If it were about acting differently around someone close, she and Fu Yujun were far from close. The other woman had started acting out just days after meeting her. Could someone who had been in the entertainment industry for years really be so naive and unworldly?
The more Guan Han thought about it, the more convinced she became that this was the reason.
She had given her all to support Fu Yujun, yet the other woman seemed to harbor resentment, even going so far as to drastically change her personality and tarnish her own image. Perhaps they just weren't a good match as a team.
The dishes arrived one after another. With her beloved by her side, Fu Yujun ate with great delight, even serving Guan Han some food. Guan Han watched her, her usually calm eyes swirling with unspoken thoughts, as if holding a thousand words.
Misinterpreting the look, Fu Yujun's ears tinged with a faint blush. She lowered her head shyly and asked softly, "What do you want to say?"
Guan Han averted her gaze. "Nothing."
Fu Yujun: "???"
Guan Han's emotional shifts were subtle, but Fu Yujun was an expert at observation. Even though Guan Han behaved as usual, she could sense the sudden dip in her mood.
After the meal, Fu Yujun tentatively invited her to watch a movie.
Guan Han declined.
Fu Yujun didn't press further.
Guan Han drove her home and then returned to her own apartment, collapsing onto the living room sofa. She sent a message to Qin Yinong:
[Qin Jie, why did you assign Fu Yujun to me?]
Qin Yinong fell into thought. Tang Ruoyao leaned over from beside her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qin Yinong showed her the WeChat message. "Do you think Fu Yujun has successfully wooed Guan Han yet?"
Tang Ruoyao exclaimed in surprise, "It can't be, it hasn't even been two months." But then she reconsidered and said, "Then again, maybe. Lao Fu is the smartest one in our dorm. If she dared to sign with our company, it means she's been planning this for a long time. Once she puts her mind to it, rapid progress is only natural."
Qin Yinong said, "That's not right."
"What's not right?"
"You're the smartest one."
"Okay." Tang Ruoyao smiled and kissed the woman's lips.
"Let me test the waters first," Qin Yinong said.
[Why are you asking this all of a sudden?]
[Do you really think someone with my level of experience is capable of managing Fu Yujun?] Guan Han sent another message.
Qin Yinong sensed something was off: [Of course you are. I've always believed in you.]
Guan Han: [But she might not believe in me.]
Qin Yinong & Tang Ruoyao: "..."
Had Fu Yujun's plan backfired?
Qin Yinong screenshotted the chat and sent it to Fu Yujun.
[One of our company's most capable employees is doubting herself. Care to explain?]
Fu Yujun: [...]
No wonder she seemed so disinterested during dinner tonight—her little head was actually thinking about these things. How does her thought process even work?
Can't she see how obviously special my treatment of her is? Has she never been in a relationship before? Is she really that straight?
Fu Yujun: [Sorry, I'll handle it properly.]
Qin Yinong: [[ok]]
Fu Yujun: [[ok]]
Tang Ruoyao was amused as she scrolled through their chat history. Pointing at the two "ok"s, she asked, "Why do you two always end your conversations with this? Some kind of mutual understanding?"
Qin Yinong wagged her index finger and said, "Yes, but not quite."
Tang Ruoyao crawled over, wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, and held her face-to-face in an embrace. "What do you mean, not quite?"
Qin Yinong nestled against her shoulder like a delicate bird and said, "It's the understanding of a 0."
Tang Ruoyao: "Hahaha, why not the understanding of a 1?"
Qin Yinong: "Just trying to make you happy."
Tang Ruoyao: "Did Lao Fu agree to it?"
"Does her agreement even matter? I'm her boss." CEO Qin declared with full authority.
"Mhm, baby, you're amazing."
Baby Qin promptly pushed her down and proceeded to do this and that.
Tang Ruoyao held her, breathing lightly. "Didn't you say you're a 0?"
Qin Yinong kissed her slowly, bit by bit releasing her restrained passion, and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Making you happy in words isn't as important as truly making you happy."
......
Fu Yujun bought a gift for Guan Han, packed in a large gift box, and gave it to her when they met for a meal.
Guan Han: "???"
Fu Yujun: "This is for you, to celebrate our two-month partnership."
Guan Han unwrapped it and found a half-person-sized white rabbit plushie. She wasn't sure what material it was made of, but it felt incredibly soft and the fabric was smooth.
Guan Han loved plush toys—a fact Fu Yujun had uncovered using her alternate identity "For_Love_lf." At the time, she was shocked to discover that the ever-stoic Manager Guan actually had a soft spot for such girly things.
Even cuter!
Guan Han stroked the rabbit and said sincerely, "Thank you, I really like it."
Guan Han's public image was so firmly established that people usually gave her formal gifts that matched her "taste"—designer perfumes, handbags, women's suits. Even Qin Yinong didn't know what she truly liked, so how did Fu Yujun figure it out?
Fu Yujun, seeing through her thoughts, rested her chin on her hand and said, "Perhaps this is what you call telepathy between partners."
Guan Han noticed that Fu Yujun often rested her chin on her hand while looking at her, just like those infatuated girls in dramas gazing at their crushes—her eyes always bright and focused.
If she disliked her, she probably wouldn't want to look at her, right? And she even gave her such a thoughtful gift.
Hmm.
Guan Han thanked her again and silently added an apology in her heart for misunderstanding her.
Crisis averted.
Worried about coming on too strong and overdoing it, Fu Yujun adjusted her approach appropriately, reducing the frequency and intensity of her antics. This moved Guan Han deeply, as if she were witnessing a wayward child finding redemption under her guidance.
There are no bad children in the world, only parents who don't know how to teach.
Fu Yujun immediately employed a strategic retreat.
......
By the fourth month of their contract, the year-end was approaching, and female celebrities' schedules were piling up. Though Fu Yujun wasn't filming, she attended galas and various annual events, keeping her manager, Guan Han, extremely busy.
She always handled everything meticulously, arranging every detail perfectly. Fu Yujun only had to show up, making her much more idle than the other. Guan Han was on one phone call after another, confirming the event flow and guest arrangements, while Fu Yujun sat in the makeup room, letting the artist dab and brush at her face, utterly bored.
Fu Yujun called out, "Darling."
Guan Han was extremely sensitive to her voice and immediately turned around, one hand still holding her phone, her gaze sweeping around the makeup room.
'Is Fu Yujun in a relationship? Who is the sc0undrel? Why didn't she inform me?'
"Darling, come here." Fu Yujun called again, her voice laced with a coquettish tone.
The makeup artist and assistant Ai Ya both shivered simultaneously.
Guan Han pointed at herself, confused.
Fu Yujun said, "Yes."
Guan Han grumbled inwardly: Since when did she have such a cringey nickname?
After finishing her call, Guan Han slowly walked over to her.
Fu Yujun took her hand and swung it gently. "I'm so bored."
Guan Han suggested, "Play Candy Crush."
"Candy Crush is boring too."
"Then how about PUBG?"
"You won't play with me."
"..."
"What I mean is, playing alone isn't fun. Xiaowen and the others are all busy."
"Then play Tetris?"
"I don't want to play games."
"What do you want to do?" Guan Han had no temper left for her.
Fu Yujun mumbled, "You won't let me do what I want."
Guan Han didn't catch it. "What did you say?"
Fu Yujun curved her lips into a gentle, innocent smile and said, "Nothing. Lend me your hand to play with."
Guan Han deadpanned a joke, "Should I chop it off and give it to you?"
Fu Yujun pouted.
Guan Han said, "Stop fooling around. I have work to do."
Fu Yujun called out, "Ai Ya, bring a chair over."
Ai Ya bowed her head in acknowledgment and brought over a stool—just enough for one person to sit on without obstructing the makeup artist.
Fu Yujun secretly gave Ai Ya a satisfied glance.
Ai Ya humbly retreated a few steps away, her contribution unnoticed.
Fu Yujun held Guan Han's hand and firmly pressed her down onto the stool. "You can work right here."
Guan Han: "..."
'Forget it, no use arguing with a child.'
Guan Han opened the work group chat to check the messages, one hand still held by Fu Yujun. Soft, warm fingertips traced from the back of her hand to her fingers, repeatedly kneading her slender knuckles.
Guan Han tried her best to ignore the strange sensation, treating it as if a kitten were rubbing against her.
Fu Yujun tentatively slid her fingers between the woman's, lingering, struggling to resist the urge to interlace their fingers right then and there.
Guan Han retracted her hand slightly but didn't pull it away completely.
"That's a bit ticklish," she said.
Fu Yujun shifted to another spot, rubbing against the cool, smooth skin of her hand—delicate and fine, like the finest mutton-fat jade, with slender, beautiful fingers.
'A hand like this, not used for gripping bedsheets, is truly a waste of nature's gifts.'
Suddenly, Guan Han felt a cold breeze brush the back of her neck, as if she were prey being watched.
She instinctively glanced around the room. Everyone seemed normal, and the person in front of her had even closed her eyes, no longer fiddling with her hand, behaving quite properly.
Little did she know, Fu Yujun had closed her eyes only to prevent them from uncontrollably revealing her greed and adoration.
'... Patience is a virtue.'
As Guan Han finally stood up to take a phone call nearby, Fu Yujun watched her retreating figure and slowly curved her lips into a smile.
......
Fu Yujun had a hit drama airing this year, won the Magnolia Award for Best Actress, maintained a clean public image, and received strong official support. She was invited as a guest performer for the Spring Festival Gala, where she would deliver a standard vocal performance.
Since the gala was broadcast live, attending meant she couldn't return home for the New Year celebration.
Guan Han was supposed to accompany her as usual, but Fu, the little drama queen, unexpectedly showed rare consideration and waved her off, saying, "I'll go by myself. You should go home."
"But..."
Fu Yujun clicked her tongue. "No buts. Usually, you drag your feet when I ask you to come along, and now that I'm telling you not to, you're being all clingy."
Ignoring her odd choice of words, Guan Han replied, "It's different. Attending the Spring Festival Gala is work."
Fu Yujun shot her a sidelong glance. "Does the contract specify that the manager must accompany the artist on every schedule?"
Guan Han faltered. "...No."
Fu Yujun spread her hands. "Then it's settled."
As Guan Han tried to say more, Fu Yujun had already turned to the mirror to remove the long earrings she'd worn for the awards ceremony. The heavy metal earrings had left her delicate earlobes sore and numb after hours of wear, so she gently rubbed them.
Her touch left faint red marks, which stood out alluringly against her fair skin.
Noticing Guan Han's momentary daze in the mirror, Fu Yujun smiled with satisfaction.
Distracted, Guan Han failed to continue the conversation.
On New Year's Eve, Fu Yujun headed to the gala venue with one assistant and two bodyguards.
Meanwhile, at her home in the capital, Guan Han absentmindedly scrolled through updates online. In the fan community, someone had captured a video of Fu Yujun on-site. She wore a long down coat, with the hem of her dress—a soft sky-blue—peeking out at the ankles.
With a gentle smile, she graciously nodded to her fans before stepping through the revolving golden glass doors.
The scene inside was no longer visible.
Guan Han sent Fu Yujun a few messages, but whether due to busyness or something else, there was no reply.
Just then, Guan He knocked on her sister's door and called out, "Dinner's ready!"
Guan Han locked her phone screen and set it on the table. After a few steps, she turned back and slipped it into her pajama pocket.
Their father, a retired soldier turned private bodyguard, now worked as a coach. Both Guan Han and Guan He had learned traditional martial arts from their grandfather and modern combat skills from their father. Their strength, speed, agility, and flexibility made them more than a match for several average men.
Their mother, in contrast, was the picture of delicate, refined femininity—petite and graceful. Guan Han had inherited her looks.
Her family was wonderful. Though Guan Han wasn't much of a talker, her parents doted on her—perhaps precisely because of her quiet nature. They often worried they hadn't given her enough affection in childhood, especially her father, who felt guilty for having spent so little time at home back then.
Unable to explain herself clearly, Guan Han chose to show her affection through actions—serving dish after dish to her family during meals.
Her father beamed with joy.
Her mother gently asked Guan Han, "How's work going? Everything smooth?"
Chewing slowly, Guan Han nodded. "Mm." Meeting her mother's earnest gaze, she added a few more words: "It's good. Everything's fine. The artist is cooperative."
Then her mother turned to Guan He. "Have you met any boys you like?"
Guan He nearly choked on her rice.
"Why do you ask my sister about work and me about boyfriends? That's not fair! She's way older than I am!"
Guan Han shot her a sharp glare.
Guan He answered honestly, "No. I'm working as Sister Qin's assistant now—when would I have time for a relationship?"
Guan Han remarked, "She actually has more free time than before."
Guan He protested, "I don't want to. I'm still young." She threw herself into her mother's arms, acting coquettishly. "I want to spend a few more years with you."
Guan Han's mother glanced at Guan Han and opened her other arm invitingly.
Guan Han: "..."
She silently buried her head in her meal.
Acting cute and coquettish—she and those two words were destined to be strangers for life.
If Fu Yujun were here, she'd probably pull off the coquettish act with effortless grace. Guan Han checked her phone again, but there was still no reply from her. Where was she?
At 7:15 p.m., Fu Yujun's reply finally arrived: [It's about to start.]
Guan Han frowned.
Was this the same fussy, overly talkative drama queen who used to bombard her with messages? Lately, the little drama queen seemed to be changing quite a bit.
The Spring Festival Gala was a family-friendly program. In previous years, whenever Guan Han was home, she would watch it with her parents. Unlike Guan He, who spent the whole time on her phone browsing online comments and jokes, Guan Han preferred to engage fully. This year was no different. After helping her mother wash the dishes in the kitchen, she brought out a large plate of cut fruit. They snacked on the fruit while waiting for the live broadcast to begin.
Around 8 p.m., the broadcast started.
The opening act was a song and dance performance, followed by a large group chorus. Guan Han checked the program schedule and estimated that Fu Yujun would appear around 10 p.m.
As the camera panned across the audience, Guan Han's mother pointed at Fu Yujun, who was wearing a dark teal cheongsam and a white shawl, and exclaimed excitedly, "That's the celebrity you manage, isn't it?"
Guan Han gave a quiet "Mm-hmm."
Fu Yujun adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders and offered the camera a gentle, graceful smile, exuding the charm of the Jiangnan water towns.
Guan Han's mother was captivated by her smile and said cheerfully, "What a pretty young lady."
Guan Han responded with another "Mm-hmm," clearly distracted.
Strange, how had she become even more beautiful?
Guan Han sat motionless for two hours, finally waiting for Fu Yujun's segment. Since she was her artist, her parents and younger sister were even more focused on the performance than she was, making Guan Han feel somewhat uneasy.
Fu Yujun performed a classical-style song. When the TV program first began, only her voice could be heard, not her figure.
The sound of the guqin drifted softly, clear and resonant, evoking the imagery of lofty mountains and flowing streams in search of a kindred spirit.
As the camera shifted and zoomed in, it revealed Fu Yujun seated, with a guqin placed on the long table before her. Her hair was as dark as ink, and the patterns on her cheongsam resembled ink wash paintings, blooming with large, elegant dark teal lotus flowers.
With graceful hands, her slender fingers elegantly swept across the strings, releasing a captivating melody. At times soft and gentle, like birds singing in the mountains or a clear stream flowing through a secluded valley; at times powerful and resonant, like waves crashing against the shore or a river merging into the sea, stirring the hearts of both the live audience and viewers at home.
Three minutes into the guqin solo, the vocalist made her entrance, with Fu Yujun accompanying her on the instrument.
The singer was a powerhouse vocalist, stunning with her opening notes, yet Guan Han found herself inexplicably annoyed by her.
Fu Yujun then set aside the guqin, picked up a microphone, and began a duet with the singer, holding her own remarkably well.
Guan Han had heard her voice before, and it sounded no different on TV.
The performance ended.
Guan Han's father and mother were still savoring the moment, exchanging comments back and forth. Guan Han went online to check the real-time discussions about Fu Yujun.
Open Sesame: [Fu Yujun is a treasure of a girl—is there anything she can't do? I've seen her show off her piano and violin skills on variety shows before, but I never expected she'd even master classical instruments.]
Fu Yujun's Wife: [Want to learn about her 18 different instruments? Cello, transverse flute, vertical xiao, accordion... Investing in her is never a loss.]
Marry Me, Young Master Fu: [Other people's specialty is playing one kind of 'qin' (stringed instrument). Young Master Fu's 'playing qin' means all instruments with the word 'qin' [kneel]]
Shimmering Slime: [Just now when Fu Yujun was playing the piano, I wished this segment would last forever. But then Singer Liu came out and I got so mad I kept slapping my thigh [not saying Singer Liu sang badly though]
Lying Flat for Fu: [Strongly requesting a solo version from Master Fu!!!]
Standby: [Doesn't anyone think Fu Yujun sings really well too? Proficient in lute, chess, calligraphy, and painting, plus she can act and sing too. Sob, she's like an immortal. The more I talk about her, the more I want to marry her. Whatever, Fu Yujun is my husband ahhhhh!!!]
Fire-Roasted Lamb: [Every single dream flew out the window.]
Guan Han liked the last comment.
Guan He's voice suddenly exploded beside her ear: "Sis, what are you smiling about?"
Guan Han reflexively covered her screen and glanced over, saying: "Was I smiling?"
Guan He had a piece of apple in her mouth and nodded vigorously: "You were smiling."
"You saw wrong."
Guan He eagerly tried to peek at the words on her phone through her fingers.
Guan Han pushed her face aside: "Go play somewhere else."
Guan He ran some distance away before scoffing: "Sooner or later I'll find out what you're hiding."
Guan Han thought to herself: 'What am I hiding? I'm completely open and honest.'
The Spring Festival Gala broadcast continued past 12:30, possibly running a dozen minutes late.
The family of four kept watching the TV. When the TV showed the clock striking midnight, everyone in front of the television exchanged New Year's greetings. Guan Han's father and mother headed sleepily toward their room yawning, when Guan He suddenly said: "Sis, where are you going?"
Guan Han was fully dressed, bending over in the entryway to put on her shoes.
"I'm going out for a bit."
Guan He pouted.
That explained nothing.
Guan Han's father was the one who spoke: "Where to? Do you want Dad to go with you?"
Guan Han said: "To pick up my artist."
Guan Han's mother: "Be careful."
"Mm."
She'd had experiences before of being called out by Qin Yinong late at night, so her family was used to it. Having a daughter with good martial skills meant one less worry - no need to fear about her safety when going out at night. This was the fundamental reason Guan Han's father had made both his daughters practice martial arts since childhood - in this world, it's too difficult for girls.
Outside, the weather was freezing cold, bone-chilling.
Her car was parked in the above-ground parking lot. Guan Han stood in the cold wind for a while, lost in thought, before finally taking steps to find her car and get in the driver's seat.
Most people had left the capital for the New Year holidays, leaving the city empty. Guan Han drove unimpeded to the CCTV building.
She parked her car and walked over. There were still many fans waiting outside - some holding light signs, some "cannon sisters" with cameras, but mostly ordinary fans, eagerly anticipating.
Guan Han hadn't come with Fu Yujun, so getting inside would be complicated. Seeing the crowded fans, the people inside probably hadn't come out yet, so Guan Han simply stood outside with them.
Afraid that Fu Yujun's fans might recognize her and she'd get scolded, she pulled up her down jacket's hood, revealing only a small, jade-white portion of her face.
[Is it over?] She sent a message to Fu Yujun.
Fu Yujun, who hadn't received her New Year's greeting and was sulking about it, deliberately didn't reply.
The Spring Festival Gala completely ended, and people started coming out one after another. With each appearance, fans would scream wildly, the roaring waves of sound making Guan Han's head ache.
Finally, people started shouting "Fu Yujun's" name.
Guan Han's eyes curved into smiles amidst the crowd.
A female fan screamed desperately: "Fu Yujun! Husband, I love you!"
Guan Han immediately became expressionless.
As she reached the entrance where the light dimmed, Guan Han couldn't clearly make out Fu Yujun's expression from a distance, but judging by the increasingly frenzied screams of the fans, she must have smiled again. It had to be said, her smile was lethally charming.
Guan Han raised her hand higher, only to be instantly swallowed by the sea of people.
Guan Han: "..."
She had miscalculated. She shouldn't have come. Nor should she have taken the easy way out, thinking she could smoothly pick her up outside.
Making an appearance now would cause too much of a stir. It might even land them on the trending searches tomorrow—and that would cost money! So instead of calling Fu Yujun, Guan Han pulled her hat lower, turned around, and quietly retreated from the crowd.
Better to just go home and sleep.
Amid the throng of fans surging forward, a figure in a white down jacket was moving against the current, walking back the way she came.
Fu Yujun's eyes fixed on that retreating figure, and as if guided by some inexplicable impulse, she took out her phone and dialed a number.
Guan Han answered, her voice muffled by her hood, sounding slightly hoarse: "Hello?"
Fu Yujun: "Where are you?"
Guan Han paused for two seconds before replying, "At home."
Fu Yujun: "Are you wearing a white down jacket today?"
She'd been spotted?
Guan Han immediately turned around.
Fu Yujun: "!!!"
'It is her!'
An instinctive sense of foreboding surged in Guan Han, and she blurted out, "Hurry up and go home. Don't cause trouble!"
"I won't." Fu Yujun replied with a radiant smile.
She leaned in and whispered a few words to Ai Ya.
Ai Ya's eyes widened. Fu Yujun urged, "Hurry up."
Fu Yujun stopped walking and moved closer to the railing, which only heightened the excitement of the fans outside, who began shouting declarations of love. At the same time, murmurs spread through the crowd as people wondered why she had paused there.
Ai Ya returned, holding a borrowed megaphone.
Fu Yujun took the megaphone.
Guan Han's heart dropped.
That spendthrift troublemaker!
Guan Han broke into a sprint as if running a hundred-meter dash.
But that clear, gentle voice trailed leisurely and unhurriedly from behind—
"I see you—the one in the white down jacket. Stop now and come over here."
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