Chapter 62: Trouble

If Tong Wanwan couldn't fully receive the fans' enthusiasm in the live broadcast room...

Well, at the meeting, she really felt it.

Donut shoppers lined up for photos, and the small gifts piled up in boxes. Her face was almost frozen with laughter, and the line was still as long as ever. Although she kept smiling and participating in their interactions, she felt a little tired after a while, but... Tong Wanwan still felt happy.

There were so many people in the exhibition venue.

Besides Donut, fans from other groups also sneaked into her meeting. She signed autographs, took photos, shook hands with male fans, hugged female fans, and received gifts. She was busy all the time until 4 pm, when the meeting finally ended.

Tong Wanwan also took a look at the gifts from fans. Everyone had been very conscientious in not giving expensive gifts, and the gift bags and boxes were almost entirely filled with her favorite stuffed animals. Some were adorable, while others were so large that they couldn't be held in two arms.

In addition to the gifts for her, the most common gifts they gave were pet toys and supplies for Cancan and his family.

Giving pet supplies as a gift upon meeting someone... It's truly a "donut" right? Whatever's practical is best.

At the end, the organizers will be responsible for sorting out the gifts given by fans and sending them back to the anchor guests. Therefore, they only need to go home and wait patiently for the gifts to arrive.

Tong Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief after saying goodbye to her fans.

She had a good memory and remembered the direction she had walked from the private lounge, so she declined the staff's enthusiastic guidance and decided to walk back on her own. Thinking of the little white lion staying alone in the lounge, Tong Wanwan felt guilty and even walked faster.

I wonder if Cancan is hungry, or if he will sneak out...

Perhaps because her mind was elsewhere, she didn't notice—a few people quietly followed her from the noisy conference room all the way to the deserted hall. Returning to the lounge entrance, she was about to enter when she was startled by an arm suddenly extended.

"Miss Wanwan, don't be in such a hurry to leave." A strange and casual voice followed.

Tong Wanwan was suddenly frightened and was stunned for a moment.

Taking advantage of the moment when the girl stopped, several people who were secretly following her quickly surrounded her.

Tong Wanwan glanced up and noticed that among these men, one or two of them had a familiar look to her—the two new anchors ranked last on the newcomer list. As for why she was so impressed, it was simply because these two colleagues kept delaying their speeches and constantly inciting their fans, their desire for attention clearly evident.

Out of politeness, she asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

I always feel that these men... have bad intentions.

"Nothing, I just wanted to chat with you. Miss Wanwan, are you free? Please do me the honor of going out for dinner."

Tong Wanwan twitched her eyebrows, feeling extremely confused.

Did these people think she was stupid? Any girl with even a little bit of vigilance wouldn't just agree to a date, right?

"Sorry, I'm busy." She refused without hesitation, her black eyes scanning the surroundings silently.

Because she came back late, almost all the guests in the private lounge area had left. Even if there were still people, they would not linger outside the door. These people probably seized this opportunity to come over and harass her.

Seeing her expression subdued and slightly angry, several male anchors exchanged smiles with each other, their eyes full of meaning, and explained, "We don't mean any harm, we just want to treat you to a meal. We're all in the live streaming industry, and it's a rare opportunity to get together. It would be a shame not to spend more time together."

In fact, the subtext is that we are all in the same industry, so there is nothing wrong with trying to ride on each other's popularity.

"You can just go to the party." Tong Wanwan didn't hesitate and rejected their invitation again, "Please make way, I'm in a hurry to go home."

Without her at home, I wonder if KuKu and Naitang will dig out their hidden snacks and eat them as meals. And…most importantly, Cancan has been waiting for so long, she should be getting anxious.

After being rejected time and again, the already arrogant male anchors suddenly became angry. However, Tong Wanwan's rejection was also within their expectations. They exchanged glances and gathered closer.

Their original plan was to film them getting along harmoniously with the popular female anchor Wanwan in the restaurant, and use her popularity to increase their CP fans.

If she doesn't cooperate, just like now, secretly take "ambiguous" photos of her with several men and use these photos to threaten her. Then, whether it is hype or other things, it will be easy to catch her.

The lights in the lounge area weren't as bright as those in the conference hall, casting a beautiful shadow across the black-haired girl's collarbone. The closer I got, the more delicate her skin, white as snow, seemed to me.

However, the more clarity seems out of reach, the more evil thoughts grow in their hearts.

The male anchor standing closest to her couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to take advantage of her unpreparedness and hug her slender waist.

Tong Wanwan had already tensed up. Catching a glimpse of his movements from the corner of her eye, her pupils shrank. She pushed his hand away and ran towards the entrance of the rest area. At the same time, she heard an urgent, low growl. The voice, as cold as ice, contained an undisguised rage.

"What are you doing?!"

When the brain is extremely tense, in addition to standing still, it will also subconsciously control the body to run towards the place where the sound is coming from, which indicates safety.

Tong Wanwan took advantage of the men's momentary daze and, like a sprinting hare, dashed towards the door. Her speed was so fast that the man who had shouted to stop her was startled, and he abruptly shifted his body, allowing the girl who had almost passed by him to "accidentally" bump into him.

"!" Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment.

Because the man didn't let her hit his chest directly. Instead, while hugging her, he considerately used his palm to block her forehead to prevent her from hurting her head.

Tong Wanwan was still a little confused and blinked her eyelashes subconsciously.

The next second, the big hand that was brushed by her eyelashes and was very close to her suddenly retracted as if it was burned.

Without the obstacle in front of her, she raised her eyes and saw the man's firm chin.

Looking up again, I saw an exceptionally handsome and familiar face.

Short silver hair, golden eyes. No matter which color it was, on him, it was as if he had been given new life, pure and beautiful beyond words.

Tong Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She remembered.

He is...Federal Marshal, Ives.

(End of this chapter)