"Achoo!" Su Jing sneezed again and tugged at the jacket around her. She froze when she saw Xiao Cheng, then asked tentatively, "Brother Cheng?"
Xiao Cheng wore a hat and a mask, keeping himself tightly covered.
But Su Jing, a fan of his, still recognized him at a glance.
Su Jing asked excitedly, "Brother Cheng, I'm a fan of you alone. My name's Su Jing. Could you give me an autograph?"
Xiao Cheng raised his head.
The darkness in his eyes vanished instantly. He hid it well.
His black eyes were as deep as spilled ink, betraying not the slightest emotion.
Xiao Cheng pulled a gold, diamond-studded fountain pen from his pocket. "Where should I sign?"
Su Jing had no paper on her. After a moment's thought, she said, "Brother Cheng, could you sign... sign my hand? I could go a whole month without washing it."
Xiao Cheng raised an eyebrow. Wanting to probe Su Jing's relationship with Jiang Chiyan, he deliberately asked, "Aren't you afraid your boyfriend will get jealous?"
"Huh?" Su Jing sounded confused, not quite following.
Jiang Chiyan, however, narrowed his eyes and asked Su Jing, "You have a boyfriend?"
Jiang Chiyan had raised Su Jing like a daughter, complete with a monthly allowance.
And she was his sister by blood, too.
That made Jiang Chiyan especially protective of her.
Seeing Jiang Chiyan's concern...
A twisted, obsessive killing intent flashed through Xiao Cheng's eyes. He deliberately asked, "Still want my autograph?"
He wanted to see just how worked up Jiang Chiyan could get over this young girl.
Heh.
Jiang Chiyan turned and asked Xiao Cheng, "You like signing girls' palms?"
He was jealous.
Jealous over Xiao Cheng.
That bastard Xiao Cheng never knew just how much his face, his air, and those soft, full cheeks made people want to commit a crime.
Xiao Cheng stared stubbornly at Jiang Chiyan. "It's just an autograph. Are you angry, Lawyer Jiang?"
Jiang Chiyan gave a dry laugh, looking utterly indifferent. He leaned closer and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Then, best actor Xiao, I'm a boyfriend fan of yours. Could you give me an autograph on my abs?"
A boyfriend fan... abs...
The tips of Xiao Cheng's ears slowly turned red.
After Jiang Chiyan and Su Jing left.
Xiao Cheng stared at Jiang Chiyan's retreating figure, standing in the cold wind for a long while before going home.
Once he got home.
Xiao Cheng plugged his phone into its charger, opened Taobao, and found an online shop that made custom metal handcuffs.
Xiao Cheng sent over the measurements of Jiang Chiyan's wrists and ankles, followed by several messages.
"Make them to these measurements."
"I want metal ones. The kind that will never open without a key."
"Handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and chains."
"For the pattern... engrave roses on the chains."
"Louis XIV roses."
"Money isn't an issue."
Holding his phone, Xiao Cheng murmured, "Yanyan, be good. Otherwise... I'll lock you up."
Xiao Cheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long while.
Just as he was about to put down his phone and take a shower, a WeChat notification popped up.
It was a message from his manager, Lu Ting.
Lu Ting: "What do you think of Late Silence's prediction?"
Lu Ting: "Are you still going ahead with the concert the day after tomorrow?"
Xiao Cheng thought for a moment. "Yes."
"He's still going ahead with it?" Jiang Chiyan asked in surprise.
He learned the news while speaking to Su Jing on the phone on his way to work at the law firm.
Over the phone, Su Jing said, "Yeah. Brother Cheng said in the fan group that the concert's still on."
Jiang Chiyan narrowed his eyes.
He parked outside the law firm, his gaze dark enough to drip.
Xiao Cheng, very good.
You've gotten bold.
You're asking to be taught a lesson.
Jiang Chiyan wanted to ask Xiao Cheng why he was so determined to go ahead when he knew there would be an accident.
He opened WeChat, then froze again. Closing his eyes, he muttered, "Fuck..."
He didn't have Xiao Cheng's WeChat contact.
Six years ago, when they broke up, he had deleted his WeChat, his phone number, and every other way of contacting him.
Jiang Chiyan took a deep breath, logged into his alternate Weibo account, Late Silence, and sent Xiao Cheng a private message.
Late Silence: "Where are you?"
After sending it, Jiang Chiyan thought he was being ridiculous.
Xiao Cheng's main Weibo account had over eighty million followers and received at least a million private messages a day. Unless he kept their private chat open, there was no way he would see Jiang Chiyan's message.
And yet...
Xiao Cheng (replying instantly): "Turn around."