Upon disembarking, even though it was late at night, Beijing Airport was still bustling with activity. The constant flow of people testified to the city's prosperity, prompting ordinary citizens from other places to exclaim: "No wonder it's the capital city!"

Before coming, Xu Qian checked the route to Nanchun Port. The jewelry auction that Hua Laosan was going to attend was being held in Nanchun Port. There was a subway line 4 in the city center that went directly to Nanchun Port. The time, not including waiting time, was about forty minutes, which was quite far.

However, their priority now is to find a place to stay, as it's already 3 a.m.

On the other side, Meng Ziqiu was looking at the hotel he had booked. It was a five-star hotel in the city center. In Meng Ziqiu's words, it was to give his younger brother a wonderful graduation trip. He took out his "wife's dowry" (or, of course, whether this "wife's dowry" was genuine or not remained to be seen).

The subway to the city center had already stopped operating, so the three of them had to give up their desire to experience the capital's subway and simply hailed a taxi outside the airport.

The driver was a woman with a neat ponytail and a face mask. You could tell she was a local just by listening to her voice. "Where are the three of you going?"

Meng Ziqiu gave the hotel's name, picked up a small bag, and sat in the passenger seat. He always had a cheerful and friendly look, which made him very approachable. Plus, there were two handsome young men standing on either side of him, which made him even more approachable. The female driver thought to herself, "How nice to be able to feast my eyes on him late at night!"

Sitting in the back row, Meng Liangchen kept his furry head craning next to Xu Qian, his eyes fixed on him as he played games. His eyes occasionally revealed a restless desire to do the same, but he knew that only his mind was telling him he could, while his hands couldn't.

Meng Liangchen, you know, he's played games before, but some games are incredibly unfriendly to those with poor reflexes, even offering a completely unenjoyable gaming experience. But watching others play games doesn't require any skill, especially watching pros play—it's not just watching! It's pure enjoyment! (Woof woof woof—)

Xu Qian came out of the airport using the Cangjian alias. At least the 'Qin You' account had an ID card and could stay in a hotel. None of the other aliases had one. Right now, he was seriously playing an online game, like a typical internet addict.

But—he's a very handsome internet addict!

This is evident from the genuine smile of the hotel receptionist. In a sense, "a feast for the eyes" isn't an exaggeration. Imagine, as a working stiff pulling yourself up from a night shift, you stumble upon two fresh-faced, handsome young men—that feeling of "tonight's night shift was worth it" immediately arises.

"Your room key."

Xu Qian looked up and subconsciously replied, "Thank you."

The receptionist's smile became even more genuine.

...

Meng Ziqiu booked a twin room, which was quite large. It could accommodate not only the three of them, but also two more people.

The three people put their luggage back in the hotel and then went downstairs and left the hotel because—they were hungry.

At four in the morning, the night market in Beijing was still brightly lit. Following the introduction of the receptionist, the three of them arrived at the pedestrian street not far from the hotel. During the day, this street is filled with busy urban women and elites, but at night, it becomes the world of old Beijingers.

All kinds of skewers and barbecue are available, and even local specialties from Weicheng are available. But Meng Ziqiu knew from the name that this place was definitely not authentic. What local specialties? If it doesn't specify the district level, it can't be called local snacks!

The three of them ordered nearly two hundred yuan worth of skewers, two cans of cola, and a can of beer. They sat down on the street and were enjoying their skewers when a figure suddenly flew past them. The speed was so fast that Xu Qian only saw a name and not a face.

—Jiang Zizhuo

Xu Qian remembered the name because Sheng Huai had mentioned it to him. As a half-idol and half-actor, Sheng Huai's only experience with a sasaeng fan was not his own, but that of his companion who participated in the variety show recording with him at the time, namely the most popular idol at the time - Jiang Qun. Jiang Qun's original name was Jiang Zizhuo. Xu Qian remembered the name because Sheng Huai said that Jiang Qun's original name sounded better.

Just as Xu Qian was wondering why the other person was here alone, several more people ran past him. He glanced at them and saw that there were about six or seven of them. They all seemed to be chasing after Jiang Qun.

"What's going on?" Meng Ziqiu took a bite of a fragrant roasted lamb skewer, the rich cumin flavor filling his mouth.

Xu Qian gave a blind guess: "A bunch of sasaeng fans, the unlucky guy in front is the one being chased, hmm... most likely."

The two Meng brothers both looked at it with a question mark.

Xu Qian thought for a moment, organized his thoughts, and then said, "They are a group of people who have lost their minds because of their idol worship."

“…Ah.” Meng Ziqiu seemed to understand.

Meng Liangchen ate his skewers, still completely bewildered.

"Eat something, eat something." Xu Qian didn't feel guilty, but he felt sorry for the child. He was supposedly still a minor, fifteen? Or sixteen?

But what he didn't expect was that he ran into Jiang Qun again on his way back to the hotel. Strictly speaking, he was Jiang Qun who was forced to hide in a public toilet because he was blocked by obsessive fans.

"What's wrong?" Meng Liangchen noticed that Xu Qian kept looking behind him, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"You can go out now, I'll be right out." Xu Qian washed his hands and turned off the tap.

"Okay, okay." Meng Liangchen didn't say anything and obediently went out.

Xu Qian saw the name hanging high behind the restroom, thought for a moment, and knocked on the restroom door. "Do you need any help?"

The name behind the door swayed, then opened a crack, revealing an eye.

...

After hearing the whole story, Xu Qian couldn't help but feel sorry for the unlucky kid. Running away from home was one thing, but to make matters worse, he ran into a stalker fan. He tried to call for help, but the kid had broken his phone screen halfway there, leaving him penniless with only a broken phone. He tried to contact his agent, but the agent said he couldn't remember the number.

It looks as pitiful as an abandoned puppy, as if it's about to cry at any moment.

Xu Qian glanced at him wistfully, took off his own blue T-shirt, and offered it to him for exchange.

"Is this... okay?" Jiang Qun, who was still a minor, hesitated for a second.

"Change. I have two friends outside. They'll understand once they see your clothes. You can go with them." Xu Qian's expression was very nonchalant, giving people a sense of security.

Jiang Qun glanced at the other person carefully, then nodded in agreement, "...Thank you."

A few minutes later, Meng Ziqiu saw 'Xu Qian' come out. He was about to speak when he saw Xu Qian's face completely changed under the hat. He blinked, thinking the other man had just changed his face on a whim. Although strange, it was also expected and he was used to it. He simply said, "Hey, tomorrow Xiao Liang and I are planning to go to the mall to buy a pair of shoes and some clothes. That kid's so picky; he won't accept anything but designer brands..."

“I never said I had to buy big brands…” Meng Liangchen, who was in the same habit, was very unhappy.

Xu Qian did not respond, but nodded from time to time, as if agreeing with them.

And so, the three of them left in harmony.

As they approached the hotel, the real Xu Qian walked until he was out of the surveillance camera's blind spot before switching back to his Hidden Sword disguise. Once he was done, he quickly caught up with the three people in front of him. "Hey, use my card to swipe tomorrow. Remember to buy a couple more outfits to change into."

His voice startled the three people in front of him. It was late at night and there were hardly any people around. How frightening it would be to suddenly hear a voice from behind!

Meng Ziqiu gasped and turned to look at him. He was taken aback at first, then looked at Xu Qian next to him. Remembering Xu Qian's kind-hearted nature, he immediately understood. "Ah, you're that unlucky guy who was chased by sasaeng fans."

Jiang Qun, the unlucky fellow, was very upset, but he could only nod through his tears.

Since this unfortunate kid had neither a cell phone nor a phone number, Xu Qian originally intended to take him home directly. However, when asked where he lived, he remained silent, as he was very concerned about his reputation after just running away from home.

Xu Qian thought for a moment and decided to take the people back to their hotel first and talk about it again when it got light.

...

At 8:30 a.m., Xu Qian was still the first one to get up.

As a five-star hotel, the quality of the breakfast must be commensurate with its expensive price. After enjoying a delicious breakfast, Xu Qian returned to his room and saw Jiang Qun, who had also gotten up.

"You're awake?" Xu Qian greeted him.

Jiang Qun responded shyly; as the one who was taken in, he actually felt quite embarrassed.

"Are you hungry?" Xu Qian asked again.

Jiang Qun was about to shake his head when his stomach suddenly growled loudly, making the not-yet-eighteen-year-old boy extremely embarrassed, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

Xu Qian chuckled and used the phone in the room to order breakfast for him.

Jiang Qun whispered a thank you, her shy demeanor belying someone in the entertainment industry; she was even more timid than some of her peers.

Xu Qian poured him a glass of water and said, "I'm going to Nanchun Port later. I'll have the two of them take you home. It's best not to avoid conflicts. Communication can solve many problems."

“…My home is in Nanchun Port.” Jiang Qun only said this quietly, without commenting on his suggestion, which was very much like the stubbornness and obstinacy that one should have at this age.

“…Then shall I take you back?” Xu Qian asked tentatively.

The other person twisted their body, as if unwilling or reluctant, "Do I really have to go back...?"

Xu Qian simply changed his tune, "If you don't want to experience being blocked in the bathroom again, I suggest you go back."

Sure enough, Jiang Qun was at a loss this time. Between mental and physical harm, he ultimately chose the latter.

The moment he nodded, the hotel's takeout breakfast arrived.

Xu Qian gestured with his chin towards him, "Eat up, and I'll take you home after you're done."

"...Yes, thank you."