Shen Wenqian asked a few more questions, and Ruan Qi calmly responded to each.
Shen Wenqian gradually calmed down and felt that his brain must have been eaten by a dog earlier.
Ruan Qi didn’t play games, so how could she possibly know MYQ?
Shen Wenqian asked, “So, you came to Dynasty Hall for…?”
“To meet a friend,” Ruan Qi answered with a smile.
Shen Wenqian wasn’t one to pry into people’s privacy.
He nodded, took his car keys, and started walking towards the elevator.
“Shall we leave through the VIP exit?” he suggested as he walked.
Unexpectedly, Ruan Qi suddenly said from behind—
“No.
Let’s go through the main entrance.”
Shen Wenqian’s left foot tripped over his right, nearly causing him to fall flat on the ground.
He turned his head to look at Ruan Qi with a face so panicked it could scare a three-year-old child.
“Sister Ruan,” he began, “do you have any idea how many paparazzi are outside Dynasty Hall?”
Dynasty Hall was a top-notch private club in Imperial Capital, favored by businessmen, politicians, and celebrities for its excellent privacy for meetings and business dealings.
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Although Shen Wenqian was not as famous as those stars, he was a top agent and had recently been involved in a harassment scandal with a female artist.
The moment he stepped out of the club’s main entrance now, a thousand cameras would be ready to snap at his face.
Shen Wenqian patiently explained to Ruan Qi why it was impractical to leave through the main entrance.
Ruan Qi listened with a smile, then softly nodded her head.
“I understand everything you’re saying,” she said.
Shen Wenqian sighed in relief.
Ruan Qi added, “But I still want to go through the main entrance.”
Shen Wenqian gasped for air, feeling as if he might faint.
He shakily pointed at Ruan Qi: “You…”
“In your entertainment circle, there’s a term called ‘riding on the coattails of someone’s fame,’ right?” Ruan Qi suddenly asked.
Shen Wenqian’s mind was muddled by the abrupt change in topic.
After a good while, he gradually understood, “You want to…
ride on my fame?!”
Ruan Qi smiled and nodded.
Shen Wenqian’s mouth twitched violently as he nearly dropped to his knees.
“Miss Ruan, Sister Ruan, Ancestor Ruan, do you know what I’m like right now?” he pointed to the shiny black metal lampshade on the corridor wall, “My reputation right now is as black as this lampshade.
If you ride on my fame, I guarantee you’ll be doused with black ink by Yao Xue’s fans the moment you step outside tomorrow.”
Yao Xue was the female artist who had released the video crying about Shen Wenqian harassing her.
“Although it’s dark, it’s still a form of fame, isn’t it?”
Shen Wenqian was left speechless by her question.
With his current level of notoriety, if Ruan Qi walked out of the club’s main entrance with him, she would certainly become famous.
But as an agent, he didn’t wish for his artist to make her public debut in this manner.
“Miss Ruan, although notoriety is a sort of fame, that road is difficult to tread.
You…”
“I’m not planning to take the route of notoriety,” she cut in.
Shen Wen: “Then why do you still…?”
“I have my reasons,” Ruan Qi said, looking down to adjust her skirt, then flashed him a sweet smile.
“Let’s go, Agent Shen.”
She stepped aside, gesturing toward Shen Wenqian with a ‘please’—
“Trust your Sister Ruan, and you’ll have eternal life.”
——*——*——
Just as Shen Wenqian had expected, when he and Ruan Qi, wearing a mask, stepped out of Dynasty Hall’s main entrance, several shutter sounds erupted from not too far away.
“I’ll go get the car, you…” Shen Wenqian said weakly, glancing around, then told Ruan Qi, “Just stand here, don’t answer any questions if anyone asks.
I’ll be right back.”
Ruan Qi obediently nodded.
Shen Wenqian strode away.
No sooner had he left than a man with a camera on his back suddenly scurried out from some corner.