Luo Qianqian appeared at Fu Chen's fan meeting, dressed in a low-neck pink dress and wearing seven-centimeter stiletto heels. When Luo Qianqian arrived at the venue with her friend, the place was packed with people, and the frenzied cheers of fans filled the air.
Luo Qianqian whispered to her friend, "Let's go over there, it's closer to Brother Fu."
Her friend nodded in agreement, "Alright, let's go. It's so crowded here."
As they moved through the crowd, someone accidentally stepped on Luo Qianqian's toe, causing her face to contort in anger. Being the eldest daughter of the Luo family, she couldn't afford to lose face, so she held back her urge to curse aloud, silently cursing in her heart instead.
After waiting for half an hour, Fu Chen had yet to appear, and the crowd grew restless. Luo Qianqian's friend, filled with excitement, pulled her close and said, "Qianqian, this time I must get Fu Chen's autograph. I regretted not getting it last time, so we have to move quickly this time."
Luo Qianqian smirked sarcastically, "You said the same thing last time. If I hadn't waited for you, I would've gotten Brother Fu's autograph already."
Growing impatient, Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, her friend's enthusiasm only increased, her face flushed with excitement.
"Fu Chen is so handsome! I wish I could be his girlfriend. It must feel amazing to lie in his arms. I really like him—I even dreamt about him last night..."
Hearing the conversation next to her, Luo Qianqian instinctively turned her head and noticed that the girl speaking was plain-looking and flat-chested. With disdain, Luo Qianqian sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "What did you say?"
Luo Qianqian's outburst startled the two chatting girls, who immediately turned around. One of the girls, with a sweet and delicate voice, asked curiously, "Are you talking to me?"
Luo Qianqian, full of arrogance, pointed at the girl and questioned, "Have you looked in the mirror? Do you really think you're worthy of dreaming about Brother Fu?"
The girl, shocked by Luo Qianqian's open ridicule, was left speechless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Seeing Luo Qianqian publicly humiliate someone, her friend nervously tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Qianqian, there are so many people here, keep your voice down..."
Luo Qianqian slapped her friend's hand away, her tone cold and cutting, "I'm just speaking the truth. People should know their limits. Some people are so ugly they don't even bother to look in the mirror."
As she spoke, Luo Qianqian shot a scornful glance at the girl. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, her vision blurring as her friend comforted her, "Xiaoxiao, don't cry. We won't stoop to her level. She'll get what's coming to her."
Luo Qianqian burst out laughing, as if she'd heard the funniest joke, "What's coming to me? You being here is already my punishment."
Xiaoxiao clenched her fists tightly, lowering her head as she ran out of the venue, tears streaming down her face. Her friend called after her, "Xiaoxiao, wait for me! What bad luck..." She shot a fierce glare at Luo Qianqian before leaving.
With the two girls gone, Luo Qianqian suddenly felt a sense of calm wash over her, her mood inexplicably improving. Unbeknownst to Luo Qianqian, someone else had witnessed the entire scene.
Gu Chuyi, hiding in the shadows, struggled to suppress her laughter. She had never encountered someone as obnoxious as Luo Qianqian. Who would have guessed that Luo Qianqian was such a die-hard fan of Fu Chen? A clever idea popped into her head, and she quickly pulled out her phone, her fingers swiftly dialing Fu Chen's number.
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out, "Fu Chen is here! Wow—" The crowd was instantly captivated, turning their heads to see Fu Chen descending the steps. The man wore a slightly thin white shirt and black trousers, a dark gray cashmere coat draped over his arm. The dark colors made him appear exceptionally aloof, his gaze cold and distant, like the surface of the ocean on a deep winter's night—calm and yet hiding turbulent waves beneath.
Luo Qianqian's eyes were locked on the dazzling man on stage, her heart fluttering with excitement. "Ah—Brother Fu is so handsome, I will love you forever!" Her friend, overwhelmed with excitement, grabbed Luo Qianqian's arm and shook it as she screamed.
Luo Qianqian shook off her friend's hand, frowning with irritation, "That hurts! Stop pulling me." But her gaze never left the man at the center of the stage.
Finally, the fan meeting ended. Luo Qianqian's friend eagerly dragged her to block Fu Chen's path. With a flushed face and a shy smile, she asked, "Hello, could you please sign this for me? I've always liked you. I even supported your new movie, Song of Youth."
Fu Chen paused, flashing a charming smile, his teeth white and even. His voice was deep and alluring, "Of course, thank you for always supporting me." Taking the pen, he gracefully signed his name.
"Thank you so much!" Her friend beamed with joy, while Luo Qianqian, not wanting to miss the opportunity, stepped forward and stopped in front of Fu Chen. In a coquettish tone, she said, "Brother Fu, I like you too. Can I take a picture with you?"
As she spoke, Luo Qianqian shyly lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers, unable to meet his gaze. Fu Chen's eyes darkened as he looked at her. After a moment, he replied slowly, "Of course you can," his voice trailing off seductively.
Luo Qianqian's heart fluttered with excitement. She lifted her head and moved closer to Fu Chen, only to see him glance toward a corner of the room. Smiling, he crooked his finger, signaling someone over.
Following Fu Chen's gaze, Luo Qianqian's expression darkened, her teeth clenched in anger as her face grew more and more displeased.
In the corner, Xiaoxiao, surprised that Fu Chen was calling her, hesitated before nervously making her way over to him. Standing in front of Fu Chen, she gazed at him in disbelief, unsure why such a big star would notice someone as ordinary as her.
Fu Chen bent down slightly, his smile warm and gentle. "What's your name?"
Xiaoxiao stammered, "I... I'm Xiaoxiao."
"Xiaoxiao? That's a beautiful name," Fu Chen said, his tone doting, as if he were a deity bestowing a blessing.
Luo Qianqian's fingers trembled, her throat tightened, and she glared at the interaction before her. Xiaoxiao blushed, lowering her head shyly, as ripples of emotion stirred within her heart.
"Such a cute girl—can we take a photo together?" Fu Chen's deep, resonant voice inquired, his eyes bright with anticipation.
Xiaoxiao nervously moved her lips, stammering, "Of... of course..."
Fu Chen pretended to think for a few seconds before suddenly pointing at Luo Qianqian. "Excuse me, could you help us take the picture?"
Luo Qianqian felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her body trembling with anger. "Sure," she replied curtly, her voice devoid of any embellishment.
"Thank you," Fu Chen said warmly, handing Xiaoxiao's phone to Luo Qianqian, whose face had turned an unsightly shade of red.
As Luo Qianqian focused the camera and took the shot, she captured the exact moment Fu Chen leaned in and playfully kissed Xiaoxiao on the cheek.
Lol she got what she deserves
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