The ride-hailing driver turned his head to look at Lu Ziye, who sported a flamboyant pink hairstyle, and explained with great seriousness, "Mr. Lu, first, my surname isn’t Huang. Second, you got into the wrong car."
Lu Ziye instinctively turned his head to the left and only then noticed that sitting beside him was a Taoist Priestess wearing a Taoist Robe.
In that instant, he found himself in a dilemma.
Getting out of the car would mean facing the terrifying prospect of being surrounded by countless fervent fans.
Staying in the car, however… Lu Ziye’s aversion to women forced him to shrink his presence as much as possible.
Despite his towering height of 1.8 meters, he curled himself into a ball.
He readjusted his mask and pulled up the hood of his black sweatshirt, concealing his strikingly handsome face, which resembled that of a manga pretty boy.
"Little Fairy, could I hitch a ride? I’ll get off at the subway station just ahead at the intersection. Please, I’d really appreciate your help."
At this moment, Lu Ziye, with his flamboyant pink hair, clasped his hands together in a sincere plea.
Before Ning Xi could respond, the ride-hailing driver chimed in, "Miss, how about this? Let Mr. Lu hitch a ride to the intersection up ahead, and I’ll waive your fare for this trip."
Hitching a ride would save her some money.
Ning Xi replied indifferently, "Fine."
Lu Ziye breathed a sigh of relief. Perfect!
A flawless escape!
Wait a minute!
Lu Ziye turned to the ride-hailing driver and asked, "Brother, do you know who I am?"
"My daughter is your fan," the driver replied, his voice tinged with the unique happiness of a father as he chattered proudly. "We’ve agreed that after her college entrance exams, I’ll take her to your concert. If she finds out tonight that you rode in my car, she’ll be even happier. Who knows, she might even perform exceptionally well on her exams and get into Tsinghua or Peking University."
Lu Ziye, slightly embarrassed, brushed aside a strand of his pink hair and said shyly, "Then I’ll take a photo with you later and sign an autograph for your daughter, wishing her success in her exams."
"With an idol like you cheering her on, she’s sure to do well."
The ride-hailing driver drove on cheerfully.
Beneath the hood of his black sweatshirt, Lu Ziye’s earlobes flushed a faint pink.
Even after performing in hundreds of concerts, he still felt shy and flustered when receiving praise from others.
Lu Ziye took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Brother Huang.
[Lu Ziye: Brother Huang, I got into the wrong car. Pick me up at the intersection ahead. And bring one of my signed photos with you.]
The ride-hailing driver stopped the car at the intersection Lu Ziye had specified.
Lu Ziye and the driver got out of the car together, and the driver took a photo with him.
Lu Ziye took the photo from Brother Huang and swiftly signed a "TO" autograph for the driver’s daughter.
"Miss, thank you for your understanding," the driver said as he fastened his seatbelt and addressed Ning Xi in the back seat. "I’ll take you to your destination now."
With his pink hair still standing out, Lu Ziye returned to his own van.
As Lu Ziye’s agent, Brother Huang was well aware of his psychological condition and asked, "I just saw a Taoist Priestess in the car. Are you okay now? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
Lu Ziye rolled up his sleeve, and the skin on his arm showed no signs of the allergic red rashes that had appeared in the past.
Brother Huang exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, is your illness cured?"
Lu Ziye's brown eyes were also filled with astonishment.
"She's a Taoist Priestess, not really a woman."
Ning Xi: I'll give you a chance to say that again!
Lu Ziye: You're the little fairy in my heart!