Qi Baotan walked out of the convenience store, unable to resist turning back to steal a glance.
Afraid he might notice her spying and feel troubled, Qi Baotan quickly withdrew her gaze.
She lowered her head and sent a ssage to Shen You’an.
"I’m pretty sure he’s Rong Xianning. Who would’ve thought he lives in the sa neighborhood as ? Isn’t that such a coincidence?"
After so thought, Qi Baotan sent another ssage: "I just noticed Rong Xianning staring at the lollipops for quite a while. Does he want to eat one? Turns out he’s still just a kid."
Earlier, when browsing the shelves, Qi Baotan had already spotted Rong Xianning.
He stood before one shelf for a long ti, staring at sothing on it, seeming hesitant to pick it up.
That frail silhouette, viewed from behind, seed a little pitiful.
After he walked away, Qi Baotan went to check what he was looking at—it was a jar of lollipops.
Qi Baotan thought to herself, no matter how mature he cos across on screen, he’s still just a little boy who wants candy.
She actually wanted to buy the entire jar of lollipops for Brother Rong, but figured it would probably scare the poor guy.
Realizing the ti, Qi Baotan exclaid, "Oh no, I’m going to miss the bus...."
A black business sedan stopped in front of Qi Baotan.
The car door opened, revealing a young man with a cold yet refined face.
"Get in, I’ll drive you to school."
"Jiang... Brother Jiang."
The man inside the car, exuding elegance, was none other than Jiang Han.
After signing with Other Shore Entertainnt, Jiang Han’s living arrangents, transportation, and security were all handled by the company, complete with a driver and assistant accompanying him at all tis.
For the past few months, he had been busy producing his new album, and despite living in the sa building as Qi Baotan, she seldom encountered him.
"Brother Jiang, I can hail a taxi; don’t let delay your plans..."
His deep, magnetic voice responded, "It’s on the way. Don’t worry."
Qi Baotan didn’t argue further and bent down to step into the car.
His assistant, Xiao Ding, turned and moved to the back seat, making space for Qi Baotan.
Then, grinning, Xiao Ding greeted her, "Miss Qi, good morning."
Qi Baotan smiled and nodded in response.
Sitting down, she turned to glance at Jiang Han, hesitated, and softly asked, "Brother Jiang, when will your new album be released?"
Wearing a Bluetooth headset over his ear, Jiang Han had a tablet resting on his knees, his long, slender fingers gripping an electronic stylus as he sketched and wrote on the screen.
Qi Baotan couldn’t figure out what he was working on—perhaps it was a musical score?
Upon hearing her question, Jiang Han paused mid-stroke.
From the back seat, Xiao Ding chid in cheerily, "Miss Qi, Brother Han’s new album is set to release on the twelfth of this month."
Qi Baotan nodded and smiled brightly, "Wishing Brother Jiang’s new album great success."
The man gave an understated nod and said, "Thanks."
Qi Baotan then fell silent.
Jiang Han had changed so much since the first ti she t him. Now, he was dressed in fine clothing, carrying an aura of distant elegance, his every move exuding a subtle sense of detachnt that invited admiration but kept people at arm’s length.
Once, while visiting the company, she overheard gossip from the receptionist. Apparently, Jiang Han’s new album was being produced by David Lin Dawei, one of the most elite music producers in the industry. All ten main tracks on the album were entirely composed, written, and perford by Jiang Han himself. After listening to them, Lin Dawei reportedly declared Jiang Han a once-in-a-lifeti genius in the music realm, predicting that the album’s release would not only shake up the music industry but redefine its landscape altogether.
No one doubted Lin Dawei’s words.
Before December twelfth, Jiang Han had rely been an obscure musician.
After December twelfth, the na Jiang Han was destined to beco a legend in the entertainnt world.
Sitting in Jiang Han’s car now, as he offered to drive her to school, Qi Baotan felt an overwhelming sense of privilege and disbelief.
Although, with the two of them now signed to the sa company, technically, they were colleagues...
"Brother Jiang... can I have your autograph?"
Jiang Han turned to glance at the notebook and pen she had handed out, montarily caught off guard.
Feeling a little shy, Qi Baotan explained, "Once you beco a major star, it’ll be much harder for to ask for your autograph."
Jiang Han chuckled, shook his head, and accepted the notebook and pen. He opened to the first page and signed his na.
Although he hadn’t deliberately practiced his signature, his strokes carried a dragon-like vitality, each character bold and precise. His na, Jiang Han, seed to emanate a chill that matched his personality.
Qi Baotan’s eyes sparkled. "Brother Jiang, if you’re not too busy, can you sign a few more for ?"
The perk of being colleagues was definitely the proximity—it was easier to seize such opportunities.
Without saying a word, Jiang Han quickly signed ten autographs in succession.
"Is that enough?"
Qi Baotan happily hugged the notebook to her chest like a treasured prize.
"Thank you, Brother Jiang."
Jiang Han gave her a sidelong glance, seemingly wanting to say sothing but stopping short. Completely absorbed in her joy, Qi Baotan didn’t notice.
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