Chapter 8: Nunna! Ka~ji~ma~ Lucky puppy finally has a home…

The mall exit was occupied by frenzied fans.

Chi Leyou shuffled towards the exit, gazing out at the dense crowd—a scene similar to the one the monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain respectfully escorted the Monkey King down the mountain.

Her friend yelped in surprise and darted out from a corner.

Suddenly, a cross-eyed, lotus-mouthed figure appeared before her. Chi Leyou pressed her palm against it, smoothing away her friend's grimace: "Childish."

"Why aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Her friend took her arm and led her forward, the two girls struggling through the crowd.

Chi Leyou clutched a canvas bag under her arm, a hidden pocket containing the money she'd earned for the day. Without a second thought, she replied, "I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm afraid of poverty."

A nanny car drove out of the basement's VIP exit.

Du Yuanshan slumped in the leather seat, her skirt cascading at her feet, the hem unfurling like a vibrant peony. She rubbed her wrist, "Oh my god, my hand's broken!"

Glancing at her older son dozing in the back seat, Du Yuanshan pouted, "Your mom's exhausted! Press them twice for me!"

The back seat was silent.

Du Yuanshan kicked off her stilettos, knelt on the seat, and reached back.

There was still breath beneath her nose.

Alive.

Chen Che opened his eyes, his gaze forcing Du Yuanshan's manicured hands away. He retorted, "I'm not a blind person giving massages."

Du Yuanshan suppressed her blood flow: "Even color blindness counts!" Chen

Che closed his eyes, too lazy to speak, treating her as white noise.

The car fell silent for a moment. The driver held his breath and slowly turned the steering wheel.

"…It's all Mom's fault."

With a good confession, Chen Che said, "I'm not angry. Color blindness isn't your fault."

"Back then, I was blind, and I got together with your dad without a premarital checkup. Who knew he was color blind? His dad was color blind, his grandfather was color blind—" Du Yuanshan counted her fingers one by one.

"…"

Chen Che stopped his mother in her tracks.

If she continued, she'd strip the family graves bare.

Outside the window was an exotic streetscape; the mall, a miniature sandbox model, appeared in the rearview mirror.

Du Yuanshan: "Turn around."

The driver: "?"

"I told you to exit the mall."

The driver didn't understand Du Yuanshan's point. Wouldn't it be nice to have a VIP lane without the fans in the way?

"So many fans sent me off, and I quietly slipped through. Is that right?" Du Yuanshan smoothed the folds of her dress. "I heard many fans lined up at the mall entrance in the early morning."

The van turned, the street scene receding frame by frame, the mall gradually expanding.

The young master, sitting behind the fan-favoring superstar, peeked out the window.

The crowd swarmed like bees in a hive.

The car's interior blocked out most sounds.

He'd seen this scene countless times, from childhood pride to adult numbness in the blink of an eye.

"Ahhh, sister! Sister's car!"

A friend grabbed Chi Leyou's hand and excitedly raised it high.

His arm ached, a side effect of shaking hands in a turkey costume. Chi Leyou's face fell, "Go after your celebrity, don't pull me."

His voice was drowned out by the excited roar. His friend raised her arm as high as she could, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Raise it high, I want to say hello to sister!"

Fans around him held up small signboards. Chi Leyou caught a glimpse of a celebrity's blurry face, delicately made-up, a playful wink from her right eye.

It seemed strangely familiar.

From behind, an even more frantic male voice cut in: "Nuna! Saranghei! Nuna! Ka~ji~ma~"

Huh? Was his friend a fan of a Korean celebrity?

A deep, penetrating gaze swept over the crowd.

Two girls, one black, one white, stood out among the farewell fans.

The one with fair skin had a chiffon bag slung across her chest. It was the same bag he had kindly looked after an hour ago.

Was it her?

Du Yuanshan wanted to wave goodbye to the fans.

"Don't open the window." The man stretched out his long arm and slapped his delicately manicured hand away with disdain.

Du Yuanshan's face changed, and she felt even more guilty. "Mom, just say hello to the fans."

Her son was jealous.

After all, Mom is a big star. Her love is divided into many parts, and she only left a heart-shaped stone for her son.

Star children have their own troubles.

The nanny car started to slow down. The inside and outside of the car were completely different worlds.

The car window was not open. Du Yuanshan withdrew her fingers, not wanting to make her son jealous anymore. She said with pity in her eyes, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Yes, it was hard work. You were signing books upstairs, and I was working downstairs. I earned ninety dollars."

"You work?" What a joke.

Chen Che's eyes locked on the girl not far from the car through the one-way glass. She held the bag, her elbow obliquely blocking the chickadee pattern, her wrist pressed against the bag

opening. This is what a little turkey in anti-theft mode looks like.

The dark-skinned woman next to her, who looked like a second-generation coal miner, suddenly lifted her hand. The chickadee, securely held by her, suddenly lost its support and swayed in protest.

Two little birds, one black and one white, acted out a female version of Transformers, their connected arms forming a humanoid W. It was incredibly eye-catching. 

"Hey, isn't that Miss Chi? 

She came to work yesterday." Yes, she was working today too. 

"Miss Chi is actually a fan of mine!" Du Yuanshan was about to smile, but a flash of confusion crossed her eyes. "Then she seemed... quite unfamiliar with me yesterday." 

How could a normal fan be so subdued in front of their idol? 

It was unrealistic. 

Chen Che added the little turkey to his list of suspects, sharply commenting, "Suspicious indeed." 

Du Yuanshan's phone vibrated. 

"Wow?" 

"Wife~" 

The voice belonged to a stern, old-fashioned person, but the tone was so corny it gave Chen Che goosebumps. 

"I just finished a book signing." Du Yuanshan lowered her voice, admonishing the jet-lagged middle-aged man far away in China. "Aren't you going to sleep?" 

"I can't sleep without you." 

Chen Che: "..." 

"Wife," the old-fashioned man said with a slurred voice, speaking words only his wife could understand, "someone is saying bad things about you online." 

"There are so many people saying bad things about me, can't you just ignore the negative comments?" 

Du Yuanshan is no longer the young female star who, nursing her child, sobbed and urged her husband to join in scolding the haters. 

"I'll report them one by one, and how dare they scold my wife?" The voice leaked out of the receiver, suddenly louder.

Chen Che imagined his father, who was in a high position, not abusing his power, but rather working hard to report everyone on his phone.

The picture was so beautiful that he blinked to dispel it.

But he saw that the W behind the railing had disassembled into two Vs, and the white V was looking down at his phone.

Oh, are there die-hard fans? The die-hard fans all greeted the nanny car, while the fake fans stood there for a while playing with their phones. If you don't reveal yourself, who will?

The car struggled to get out of the encirclement, and the crowd behind the car gave a final carnival.

The bright blue feathers of the titmouse were gone, and the crowd of fans turned into small commas.

The world returned to its gray and white tones.

"I'll ask Uncle Zheng to give Miss Chi a few autographed photos." The little girl is pretty and hardworking and motivated. How could a bad guy have all these attributes at the same time?

"No need." Shen Che pondered for a moment, then suddenly put on an old-fashioned attitude and warned his mother, "Ms. Du, have you forgotten that your fan climbed over the wall into your house and hid in the closet pretending to be a ghost?"

Two years ago, on a dark and windy night, long-haired Sadako slid out of the closet.

Du Yuanshan was so scared that she screamed at the top of her lungs. Shen Dahe, with a sullen face, sent the fanatical fan who had broken into a private house to the nearby police station.

When the director saw the director in pajamas, his jaw dropped as if it were a plane crash, and he almost hit the ground.

For the sake of his career, he patted his chest to show his loyalty: "Don't worry, director, I will never tell anyone that your wife is Du Yuanshan!"

Shen Dahe was not in a position to say unpleasant words, and he gave his son, who was also in pajamas, a look.

Shen Che was taller than his father. He took two steps forward and blocked the incandescent light on the ceiling.

Some people don't speak, but they have a frightening sense of oppression.

Chen Che's eyes fixed on her, not blinking for a moment: "Watch your mouth."

"Yes, yes, yes." The director rubbed his hands. To liven up the atmosphere, he looked around at the three pajamas of the same style and asked, "Ms. Du, is this your..."

He thought for a second and added: "Brother?"

Du Yuanshan burst into laughter.

Chen Che's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Shen Dahe on the side was smug.

My wife just looks young!

"The little girl who cosplayed as The Ring?" This incident left a deep impression on Du Yuanshan.

After she shouted herself hoarse, she immediately became the award presenter. The microphone amplified her hoarse voice and sent it to the ears of countless audiences.

The paparazzi were excited and followed her for a whole month, but Du Yuanshan had been a star for so many years and had strong experience in preventing paparazzi.

The exclusive news was still revealed - not by the paparazzi, but by Du Yuanshan's black fans.

[Du Yuanshan and Xiao Naigou build a love nest together, and a voice cracking at the awards ceremony is suspected to be XX]

The online voices are divided into three waves: one wave of slander and wishes Du Yuanshan would quit the entertainment industry, the second wave of gossip and watching the fun, and the third wave of envy and jealousy.

— [Tsk, I'm jealous, lucky Xiao Naigou, Du Yuanshan actually chose him! Very handsome? As handsome as me?]

Afterwards, Du Yuanshan held a press conference.

Xiao Naigou, dressed in a formal suit and with unusual poise, spoke crisply, "I'm Du Yuanshan's younger brother."

Public opinion was shocked. It turned out that the actress Du really did have a younger brother.

Chen Che: "Luckily, the hater took pictures of you and your uncle."

Du Yuanshan suddenly imagined the hater.

A chubby face, with two dimples that would appear when she smiled.

Du Yuanshan praised her for her adorable dimples, but she said, "Sister, they're not dimples, they're a mutation of the zygomatic major muscle."

Every failure is a lesson.

Du Yuanshan was terrified and told herself to retract her kindness: "Miss Chi doesn't look like a bad person."

"Of course not." Chen Che thought of the green fruit tea, the sweet and sour aftertaste still lingering on his lips. Normally, he'd be soft-hearted, but stubborn as he was, he added, "Mom, you can't judge a book by its cover."

"Didn't Uncle Zheng find her account?" Chen

Che opened Chi Leyou's Instagram account.

As usual, there were no updates.

"She doesn't post much."

"What about her domestic account? Doesn't she have one?"

Uncle Zheng had someone check, but couldn't find Chi Leyou's domestic phone number.

How could an international student not have a domestic number? Unless she didn't want to return home.

No wonder she was so eager to work part-time; it turned out she wanted to stay in the Land of Maple Leaf.

The car pulled onto the wide road. Chen Che relaxed, scanning his friends' Instagram updates.

Zombie posted a picture of a beautiful woman in a luxury car. The blonde, half a head taller than him, was affectionately huddling with him. The picture was tagged with "niubility."

Chen Che didn't bother to like the post and chose to ignore it.

Scrolling further, his Instagram friend Yoyolooping finally updated.

It was a video with a familiar scene.

The caption read: people mountain people sea. ①

Chen Che clicked on the video, and saw fans holding light boards, looking into the distance with eager eyes.

The video went on for a few seconds, and a Maybach MPV appeared in the distance.

The publisher thoughtfully added music to the video.

The rhythm of the dance music was strong, and the drum beats hit Chen Che's heart one by one.

The front camera couldn't see the real face of the photographer, but Chen Che caught the other person's excitement from a distance.

Just now, the blue tit was also squeezed in such a crowd.

Chen Che expelled the tit and stopped thinking about it.

He commented -

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