My Darling (我的曼达林)

Untitled Part 5

Something happens that forces the two of them to see each other.

Chapter 2.1 — My Little Lady (1)

He obviously had not said anything, so why was she feeling a little sad?

Presented with this sort of answer that had been interjected with several successive pauses, even the host could not help feeling cross—cross that this popular idol artiste really was not giving her due respect and was not saying even one extra word.

In the end, the host also pulled one over on him. "Have you ever heard of the term 'handophile'?"

Jian Bianlin frowned, seeming not to understand. "What does that mean?"

The host stretched out her right hand. "It means to like nice-looking hands. Your agent has never told you before that screenshots are frequently taken of your hand and then forwarded around crazily on the internet? Ah, well, of course, there's also the side view of your face—the perfect side profile," the host teased him with a grin.

Jian Bianlin had returned to his normal manner by now, his expression impassive as he lowered his head to glance at his own hands.

The host immediately instructed, "Quick, camera, do a close-up of his hand." The camera shifted its focus over. The fingers of Jian Bianlin's left hand were long and slender, their bone structure clearly defined, yet not overly prominent, and their look was clean, with only a black metal ring on his little finger.

"This, here, is the focal point." The host gave a long exhale. "From the moment he walked in, I noticed that he was wearing the ring there. Everyone, your idol is still single. Hey, hey, that wasn't easy. I finally was able to dig something up on him."

He lowered his eyes, wordlessly turning that ring on his little finger.

The remainder of the show was all the routine publicity type of stuff.

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The girl who was organizing items with her was watching the interview unblinkingly, practically a model example of a diehard fan. "Our Baby is the icy and dignified type. All of him emits this feeling of self-restraint and abstinence that makes you want to press him down beneath you."

"......" Chu Jian felt a little awkward and began to muse over whether she should discuss with Tong Fei that her staff, as employees of a veteran talent agent, should be a little more immune to the things of the entertainment industry.

She had not even pondered on this for more than a few seconds, though, before the young girl was clasping the inventory logbook against her chest. "Oh my God..."

In the final minute before the interview concluded, that person sitting on the couch proceeded according to the program plan and gave a surprise, post-program bonus to the audience. As he rose to his feet, he picked up the black baseball cap that had been beside him, put it on, and then also pulled up the hood of his hoodie, slipping it over the cap.

Suddenly, dance music began playing. All the people present became veiled in the lighting that had grown dim, leaving only the single black figure on the stage.

The background music was Drunk In Love, which had been remixed with a dance beat.

He actually would...

Someone gave an untimely cough. It was Tong Fei.

At the same time, a tall figure stepped into the room and removed the black, surgical-style face mask that had been used to conceal more than half his face. "You can't wear slippers in here?"