After handing over the variety show planning proposal for "Divas Hit the Road" to Wei Liangxiao, Chu Tian finally let out a sigh of relief.
The company’s affairs were pretty much settled, and Wei Liangxiao had been pacified, so Chu Tian finally had so free ti. Of course, that wasn’t the most critical thing. The key point was that Xu Qingqiu had returned.
Previously, Xu Qingqiu had been flying around non-stop to participate in programs, barely having a mont to breathe.
He had planned to accompany her, but there were simply too many matters to deal with at the company. If he didn’t take care of them, Hou Yichuan would explode with frustration. He could only bear the pain and stay behind, struggling with mountains of paperwork and seas of etings every day.
Each day, aside from being lovey-dovey with Xu Qingqiu over the phone, he was staring at files—revising, reviewing, and signing them. This kind of life made him feel incredibly suffocated. If it weren’t for the thought that putting in more effort now would help Xu Qingqiu go further in the future, he would have slacked off long ago.
This was simply not work fit for humans. He had agreed to take it easy but ended up not having a mont’s rest.
Now, things were looking up. His girlfriend was back, so why would he do any work? That could wait; nothing was more important than keeping her company.
「The next morning, at Capital Airport’s exit, a tall figure stood waiting silently outside.」
After a long while, a group of people bustled out from the airport’s arrival channel.
A dozen or so scattered fans were gathered around them.
"President Xu, President Xu! Your new song is so aweso!"
"When are you releasing another new song, President Xu?"
Xu Qingqiu, clad in a plain white casual suit with a white tank top underneath, wearing a hat and a mask, and with sunglasses perched on her nose, walked sandwiched between her assistant and her manager.
Hearing the fans’ comnts, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Didn’t I just release a new song?!"
Seeing their idol stand still, stamping her feet in frustration with her luggage in hand, the fans burst into happy laughter.
"One can never have too many new songs; the more, the better!"
"Are you trying to work to death?"
"Then... then you should rest first. But these are gifts we prepared for you, and you must take them!"
"What are these? They aren’t expensive, are they?"
"No, they’re just so journals we made ourselves, and letters we wrote to you. Nothing costly at all!"
"Alright, I’ll accept these. But I can’t take anything expensive that you bought."
"Don’t worry, we all know. We’ve been your fans for ten years!"
"PAH, PAH, PAH! Don’t talk nonsense. Am I that old?"
"Alright, alright, it’s not convenient here. Let’s not bother others. I’ll treat you all to a al when I have ti. Goodbye, head back early."
Exiting the arrival channel, Xu Qingqiu had a brief interaction with her fans before quickly heading outside.
These were long-ti fans, already very familiar with Xu Qingqiu, so they naturally joked around a bit.
She actually enjoyed this kind of atmosphere and was very happy.
However, the location was indeed inconvenient. The fans had only co to catch a glimpse of her since they hadn’t seen her in a long ti, not intending anything more.
Moreover, they knew Xu Qingqiu would keep her promise to treat them to a al, because she always had in the past.
She would even frequently invite fans out for coffee to chat about daily life, makeup products, and other things.
This was precisely why so many staunch fans had remained loyal to her even when she faced troubles.
Just as she parted from her fans, she was imdiately t by a crowd of reporters and online dia hounds.
There was no helping it; it had been like this recently. Ever since her new album beca a hit, reporters would inevitably be staked out, waiting for her each ti her schedule was leaked.
Things had improved for a while, but with the release of her new song, they had surged back. This was all normal.
Reporters lurking ant you had buzz; the day they stopped coming would be the day you knew you were passé.
Even though it genuinely interfered with her life and privacy, Xu Qingqiu had grown accustod to it.
She gave a few perfunctory answers to so irrelevant questions and, with Li Chunhua’s maneuvering, finally shook them off.
"Phew! Yiyi, hurry, let’s get in the car. I can’t take it anymore."
Xu Qingqiu rubbed her temples, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.
Just as they rushed out of the airport exit, they ca face-to-face with a man wearing sunglasses, looking utterly bored as he stood directly opposite them.
Xu Qingqiu inexplicably felt that person looked a bit familiar, especially their build; it strongly resembled a certain soone.
What’s going on? Could it be that I miss him too much?
She shook her head, trying to dispel the unrealistic thought, but couldn’t help the ripple of emotion in her heart.
Xu Qingqiu took out her phone, glanced at this morning’s chat history, and planned to ask him where he was.
She hadn’t seen him for several days and suddenly missed him terribly. No matter how tired she was, she wanted to see him first before anything else—preferably to fall asleep in his arms! Hehe.
Just as she was about to send a ssage, the man from across the way suddenly walked over.
Chu Tian had noticed the group erging, especially the heavily bundled figure in the middle who, at first glance, looked exactly like Xu Qingqiu.
Seeing Yiyi beside her confird it; it was definitely her.
When he saw her glance his way and then start to leave, he quickly hurried after them.
"Teacher Xu, hello. I’ve co to pick you up. The car is over there; please co with ."
This sudden statent left everyone present montarily dumbfounded.
Most people found the voice sowhat familiar but couldn’t place it imdiately. Critically, the studio’s "big three"—the boss, the manager, and the manager’s assistant—were all present. Who could have arranged for soone to pick her up?
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