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The port area on a winter night has a unique charm that blends coldness and prosperity.
The car got off the MRT and slowly drove across Victoria Harbour, which was shrouded in a light frost. The metallic cold tones of the bay and the neon lights outlined the unique contours of the city.
“Stop.”
"yes."
Tanaka looked at the owner who got out of the car, thought for a moment and then went over to stop him:
"Sir, there are many people here, and there must be quite a few reporters stopping by. You'd better be more careful..."
They had been wandering around here for several hours looking for inspiration for the concert.
After all, it is the first performance after his comeback, and Kinsley's stage data has been setting new highs. It has received extremely high praise and attention both inside and outside the industry. I believe that all marketing accounts, gossip magazines, and newspapers have reserved space on the front pages, and they must be reported in detail no matter what.
Tanaka could also see that his master had put a lot of effort into this, personally doing everything from song selection, choreography, makeup and even venue layout. He even revised the opening background picture on the central main screen countless times before it was barely approved.
But now, the lighting of a single song has troubled him for a long time, and after many adjustments, he still cannot achieve a satisfactory effect.
Actually, if it were just that, it would be fine. It's never a bad thing to be serious about your work. However, anyone who has worked for Kinsley can see that he has been in a terrible state recently.
Therefore, in order to avoid a major incident that would be difficult to resolve, Tanaka quickly asked the people who were following quietly behind to find a good place to hide, in case the big star really jumped from the Victoria Harbour so that he could rescue people in time.
"Ah..." Tanaka sighed again.
Although he said it lightly, his nerves were tense and he felt a lot of pressure. He could even feel sweat on his back. He didn't know if it was because the winter in the port was too warm, or because he could see the sadness and despair of the person standing on the bridge.
How far will this go? These two...
——Also... Miss Qingyan, can you come and save me quickly?
He didn't know how many times he had shouted in his heart, but since he heard that Miss Qingyan was also very busy recently, he no longer had any hope.
Fortunately, after being exposed to the cold wind for two hours, the big star calmed down a lot. He got into the car obediently and followed us back to the backstage lounge of the Hong Kong Coliseum. He was knocked down by a dose of anti-inflammatory medicine with a small amount of sleeping pills.
Of course, he still regretted it for a few seconds when he received the long-awaited call 5 minutes later.
Sometimes it's not a good thing to act too quickly.
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"Miss Qingyan, long time no see. It's so late. Why are you here?"
When Tanaka came out, Mu Qingyan was staring at the huge solo poster outside the venue in a daze.
It was a very futuristic style. With her mind, which was definitely focused on science, she couldn't explain the artistic aesthetics of it. But Kinsley shattered the fragmented light and shadow created by the holographic curtain wall like a savior. She could analyze the principles and operating steps in a second.
It fits the bold and dignified look that Kinsley pursued when he debuted, but because he is looking downward in the poster, his long eyelashes cast a small distinct shadow, and the dark oil paint on his face and hands inexplicably adds a sense of melancholy.
——I don’t know how he is doing now...
"Hello, Mr. Tanaka."
After entering the venue, I found that there were quite a few staff members there. The busy atmosphere, the huge background noise, and the masks covering the eyes did not make Mu Qingyan's appearance attract too much attention.
Tanaka naturally noticed her hesitant gaze, and reluctantly told her that his master was in a coma. Just this one sentence discouraged her from wanting to meet him.
For Mu Qingyan, she could tell how many robots were working together as soon as she stepped into the venue. Although their endurance was strong enough, she could also detect the charge load problem caused by continuous operation for too long.
It is not difficult to imagine how intense Kinsley's work is.
So, if he could sleep a little longer, she would naturally not disturb him.
"Miss Qingyan, Mr.'s concert is in three days. Will you come to see it this time?"
Walking along the rows of seats, Tanaka casually mentioned the story of a veteran fan who had bought VIP seats for the show countless times but never showed up. He was a little curious about the reaction he would get.
Mu Qingyan was not surprised that the considerate butler could guess all this. At this point, she could see Kinsley's absolute trust in Tanaka, so there was no need to continue pretending in front of him.
But after considering for a long time, I refused with regret.
Coincidentally, before she wanted to say goodbye and leave, a staff member suddenly came over to report the news of "equipment failure".
The masters who understand this have already gone off work, and most of the robots shuttling back and forth are service robots, which do not have the corresponding maintenance programs installed.
Mu Qingyan couldn't leave.
Repairing the lighting effect lamp is much simpler than repairing the robot. In just 3 minutes, the gorgeous light and shadow illuminated the entire Hong Kong Coliseum again.
"It's just a little bit old, no big problem."
"No wonder Kinsley is always unhappy with the lighting! What should I do? It's definitely too late to get a new one!"
"Mr. Tanaka, please talk to Kinsley... There's nothing we can do..."
Mr. Butler understood their demands. After all, they had all been affected by Kinsley's wrath because of this. They even lamented that Kinsley's temper and reputation had only grown with age...
Now there are finally objective factors that can take the blame, which is what we wanted most.
Suddenly, he came up with a solution.
"Miss Qingyan, I have another question for you..."
…
Thanks to Kinsley's wild imagination, the stage effects of all his performances are seamlessly integrated with the music and choreography.
Mu Qingyan understood his feelings for his fans, and also heard the helplessness and pleading in Tanaka's words, so she could only take the initiative to help a little.
It was a bit of a pity not to meet Kinsley, but fortunately she knew all his albums and singles by heart. She could guess the whole song by just a few notes and tell the reason for creation, release date and sales (which undoubtedly had her contribution).
Therefore, she was very clear about the stage effect that Kinsley wanted to pursue, and at least she could ensure that the child's subsequent performances would be smoother.
But when I finished helping and came out of the Hong Kong Coliseum, it was already 3 a.m.
She refused Tanaka's offer to see her off and walked back step by step.
Christmas and New Year are coming soon. The streets and shops we pass by are filled with a festive atmosphere. Even so, the port area is still a bit chilly at this time.
She wasn't wearing much and her shoulder injury hadn't fully healed, so her hands and feet felt a little stiff when she returned to the hotel Chu Xin had booked.
So much so that when he was suddenly grabbed while passing by the executive lounge, he had no time to react.
Following the force of the pull, her back hit the decorative glass curtain wall. After a moment of dizziness, she finally saw clearly who was approaching in front of her -
"Yan Chi? Why are you here?"
Almost at the same time as he said this, the hesitation in Yan Chi's eyes suddenly changed.
Mu Qingyan's arms were pinned down and she couldn't move at all. She didn't want to make things worse, so she could only let the other party raise his hand very slowly and remove the hairband that tied her hair and the mask that covered half of her face.
The smooth hair fell on the shoulders without support, and some strands brushed across the smooth cheeks.
The familiar face without any disguise finally appeared in Yan Chi's eyes again.
"...Qingyan...I knew...that you would be fine..."
The obviously overly excited voice and trembling pupils made Mu Qingyan feel more and more uncomfortable. He frowned and struggled for a while:
"Let me go."
"Qingyan, listen to me—"
"I can listen to you, but Yan Chi, you know where this is, and how many eyes are on the Shen's trade show. You're definitely not just here for fun, right?"
The International Financial Center next door is the venue for this trade fair. At this moment, this hotel has accommodated many senior executives of Shen Group and participants from other companies.
Yan Chigang has robot trade dealings with E country, which means he is also connected with BI. There is nothing wrong with him coming here, but he must also not cause any other trouble.
Fortunately, he had grown a lot and took her advice to heart, and the two of them were finally able to sit down and talk calmly.
Fortunately, the lounge was very empty at this time.
"Qingyan... I've been waiting for you here for a long time. I've seen all the news, and I thought you really... Qingyan, you're okay, why didn't you tell me? You don't know how I've been these past few months—"
"I hope you can keep everything about me, no matter how big or small, to yourself forever. If you tell anyone, it will do no good to you or the Yan family."
"Qing Yan..." Yan Chi's expression suddenly showed a trace of sadness, "Are you threatening me? You know very well that I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you..."
Mu Qingyan perked up and observed the other person for a few seconds. He could see that he was a little different from the ignorant and arrogant young master before.
Although I had told him everything I needed to say when I went to Yan's house to pick up something, as far as the series of actions that had just begun were concerned, an overly euphemistic expression would obviously not achieve the desired effect.
"This is your choice, it has nothing to do with me."
"Really... But Qingyan, do you know that I was able to win the bid for Country E this time thanks to you? You helped me so much, how can you say—"
"No need to thank me. This is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you. I originally wanted to thank Chairman Yan. If there is nothing else, I'm going to go back and rest."
"Qingyan, has Kinsley come to see you since you came back?"
The change of topic was too abrupt, but the name alone was enough to stop Mu Qingyan from getting up.
Yan Chi could naturally see that the pain and dissatisfaction in his heart had all come back and almost crushed him.
"You care so much about Kinsley, but what about him? Has he ever cared about you? He made a comeback and flirted with other women at the dance. And his agent, the two of them—"
"Okay, stop talking. This has nothing to do with you. Stop meddling in other people's business!"
Mu Qingyan's patience was exhausted. She ignored all the nonsense and walked straight towards the elevator. Unexpectedly, someone who was in a state of excitement pressed her shoulders hard.
"hiss…"
She felt a piercing pain and stepped back repeatedly, covering the wound.
The stickiness on my hands was not an illusion; the pain had finally caused the wound to break open.
Just before she had no way to retreat and was about to fall due to exhaustion, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked Yan Chi's approach for her.
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