It was baffling how anyone could perceive Chu Tian as soone who could be caring or bring happiness.
Chu Tian had no idea his appearance had caused such a stir. So in the audience admired him with shining eyes, others casually enjoyed the spectacle, so looked gloomy, and a few, unable to accept it, left their seats indignantly. In short, reactions varied widely.
At that mont, his eyes saw only Xu Qingqiu.
"I am here."
Xu Qingqiu, who had been watching the large screen behind her, turned her gaze toward the commotion below.
But when she first saw Chu Tian, she was stunned. She knew he disliked making public appearances; it seed he even had a fear of online harassnt. In daily life, he was extrely careful, not wanting to let even a tiny bit of his information leak out. Whenever anything happened, whether concerning him or her, he would ticulously create detailed plans. She often felt he was being overly cautious. However, Chu Tian had always been this way, and she had grown accustod to it, so she accepted his reluctance to make public appearances. It was simply his nature, not sothing specifically directed at her.
But now? Chu Tian had just boldly stepped onto the stage.
Under the gaze of over ten thousand people, he walked toward her with a smile, holding flowers.
This scene seed like one she had seen in a dream, one she had envisioned countless tis. Yet, it was truly happening right before her eyes, making her montarily doubt if it was her imagination.
Until Chu Tian spoke.
"I am here."
Those simple words instantly brought Xu Qingqiu to tears.
"Chu Tian..."
"Why are you crying again?"
Seeing this, Chu Tian quickly walked over, gently held her face, and tried to wipe away her tears.
But just then, soone in the audience stood up and shouted loudly, "That guy! Let go of your hands!"
This outburst quieted the entire venue. All eyes turned toward them, eagerly watching the drama unfold, their gazes practically shining with excitent.
The sudden interruption made Xu Qingqiu panic montarily. She forgot about crying and raised the microphone, intending to speak.
But Chu Tian imdiately stopped her. He handed her the flowers, then took the microphone and, with a smile, said, "Brother, sorry, I didn’t an it. I’ve been very careful with your idol. Don’t panic, can I explain first?"
"Huh?"
The fan who had stood up was being restrained by security, ready to fight, but Chu Tian’s response made him freeze.
He’s not following the script, is he? Shouldn’t he ignore , or co over and argue? Or maybe even get furious and start a fight?
Chu Tian paid no mind to the fan’s confusion and continued, "Ladies and gentlen, fans of Xu Qingqiu, there’s sothing I need to explain, alright?"
He glanced back at Xu Qingqiu, giving her a reassuring look, then continued, "I know many of you are fans of Qingqiu’s appearance, which is very normal. Frankly, I am too."
"But we have to be reasonable, right?"
He spread his hands with a helpless expression.
"Think about it. When you call her ’wife’ online every day, I didn’t say anything, right? Because I know it’s your love for Qingqiu."
"But now I’m her boyfriend. For us to share a sowhat intimate mont, that’s not excessive, is it?"
"I haven’t stopped you all from calling her that, so for you to stop now... isn’t that a bit much?"
As his words ended, the venue fell into an eerie silence.
Wait, is that how this logic is supposed to go?
Sothing feels off. Did I mishear him?
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