Chapter 389. Special fan (fourth update)

"The fan signing event officially begins. Please form an orderly queue and come one by one, no pushing," Wen Rang said calmly, standing next to Jiang Yisheng.

Jiang Yisheng picked up the pen, took the album from a fan, and with a flourish, signed with a bold and vigorous stroke.

Taking advantage of the signing break, the fan hurriedly said with a tremor in their voice due to too much excitement, "Asheng, you have to take care of yourself."

Jiang Yisheng hummed in response, handing back the album to her.

As time went on, the fan signing event proceeded in an orderly fashion.

In the underground parking lot outside the fan signing venue, a striking blue motorcycle stood out among a fleet of black luxury cars.

The engine turned off, and the keys were pulled out.

The man swiveled off the motorcycle, casually placing his helmet on it.

In front of the motorcycle mirror, Ji Mingqian tidied his slightly disheveled hair, then put on a hat.

Following that, he didn’t skip the sunglasses and face mask.

Ji Mingqian adjusted his jacket and, with his long, straight legs, walked nonchalantly into the elevator.

Compared to the inside of the fan signing event, the outside area was particularly quiet.

Fortunately for Ji Mingqian, this meant he could enter the fan signing event without any obstruction.

Disguised as a fan, holding an album, he didn’t arouse any suspicion from the security.

Seeing that there were hot drinks available, Ji Mingqian took one for himself. He had just gotten off the plane and rushed over, exhausted to death.

Quietly standing in line behind others, Ji Mingqian pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, wearing a stacked cap.

Many star-chasing fans dressed this way nowadays, so he didn’t particularly stand out.

"Boss, over here." Spotting Ji Mingqian among the crowd, Xue Wu called out to him in a lowered voice.

Ji Mingqian, holding a hot drink, moved over leisurely and took the light stick from his hand.

To avoid waiting here too long, he had specifically asked Xue Wu to line up for him in advance, so he wouldn’t be late in case his flight was delayed.

Xue Wu made space and whispered, "Boss, I’m going to take off now."

Ji Mingqian hummed, taking his place in the queue.

He pulled out his phone and played with it while the sound of girls’ giggling and chattering could be heard from behind.

"Asheng looks so handsome, even his profile makes one drool."

"Exactly, it’s such a pity this time. Asheng caught a cold, and we can’t even see his whole face."

"I really hope Asheng’s tour can start soon. I want to go to one of Asheng’s concerts so badly."

Ji Mingqian’s fingers stopped swiping on his phone. Jiang Yisheng caught a cold again?

Is he that frail?

He put away the phone, and taking advantage of his height, looked up to see the person seated on the stage.

In the distance, the person indeed wore a face mask, but those bright green eyes sparkled with laughter, tender and enchanting.

Ji Mingqian retracted his gaze, looking down at the album in his hand, his thin lips slightly curving.

Suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket, there was only one candy left.

The homemade candies from Ajiu were good for the throat, he should have brought more before leaving.

A trace of regret passed through Ji Mingqian’s eyes.

Xue Wu had secured a spot close to the front. In no time, it was Ji Mingqian’s turn.

"Jiang Yisheng, how have you gotten a cold again?"

The deliberately lowered voice couldn’t hide its magnetism, tinged with a teasing tone.

Jiang Yisheng paused his pen and looked up abruptly. Through the sunglasses, he seemed to see those deep black eyes.

Is it him?

"Why are you here?" Jiang Yisheng asked, dumbfounded.

Seeing the surprise in his eyes clearly, Ji Mingqian bent slightly forward, his fingertips lightly touching the CD under his hand.

"You haven’t told me how you managed to catch a cold again. Having a cold and still holding a fan signing event, pretty dedicated, aren’t you?"

Jiang Yisheng, caught between laughter and tears, explained, "The fan signing was arranged beforehand. How could I have expected to catch a cold suddenly?"

Meanwhile, Wen Rang eyed the "fan" chatting with Jiang Yisheng, the puzzlement in his gaze slowly overtaken by shock.

How could it be him?

My God.

What in the world is he up to?