A tipsy flush colored Xiao Cheng's fair face.
He looked up at Jiang Chiyan nervously and ventured, "Can we... take things slowly?"
He didn't dare be with Jiang Chiyan.
His illness...
Chiyan, please don't ask me why.
I won't lie to you.
But if you ask, I'll go crazy.
At Xiao Cheng's words, the smile faded from Jiang Chiyan's lips. He gave Xiao Cheng a single "Fine" and stood up.
Thinking he was angry and about to leave, Xiao Cheng hurriedly stood up too.
The next second, Jiang Chiyan caught Xiao Cheng's wrist with a backhanded grab and pinned him against the expensive tea table in the private room.
Xiao Cheng bent backward, his waist forced into a ninety-degree angle. It felt about to snap.
Jiang Chiyan said coolly, "I can wait, but if you dare cheat on me and forget how a faithful husband should behave, I'll..."
Jiang Chiyan paused and leaned down.
Their breaths mingled, and Jiang Chiyan's eyes brimmed with jealous possessiveness.
"Ow... that hurts, that hurts!" Xiao Cheng really was in pain.
Only then did Jiang Chiyan release his bite. Seeing the fresh hickey on Xiao Cheng's fair neck, he curled his lips in satisfaction.
"If you know I'm Late Silence, why are you still going to tomorrow's concert?" Jiang Chiyan looked down at Xiao Cheng and asked, "Don't you believe what I said?"
"That's not it," Xiao Cheng said nervously. "It's precisely because I believe you that I need to find out whether it's an accident... or someone's doing."
Jiang Chiyan frowned. "It's too dangerous..."
Xiao Cheng squeezed his hand. "Don't worry. I'll have someone reinforce the wire rigging beforehand. It's just to bait the hook."
The night of the concert soon arrived.
The venue was packed, every seat filled.
"Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng!!"
"Cheng, I love you!"
"Cheng-Cheng!"
Amid the fans' screams, dozens of beams of light converged on Xiao Cheng at the same instant.
Dressed in an all-black suit and black shirt, with white in-ear monitors, Xiao Cheng looked seductive and alluring beneath the lights.
Onstage, Xiao Cheng interacted with his fans, his deep voice like a cello come to life. There was none of the awkwardness or nervousness he showed around Jiang Chiyan.
Below the stage, in the front row of the VIP floor section, Jiang Chiyan sat with his arms folded, a faint displeasure on his face.
Those fans' infatuated looks at Xiao Cheng... what an eyesore.
I want to... gouge their eyes out.
Onstage, Xiao Cheng's feet slowly left the ground as the wire rig lifted him.
He gradually rose into the air.
The fans' anxious hearts gradually settled.
"Late Silence is just a bullshit-spouting asshole!"
"What death curse? That shameless fuck was just chasing clout!"
"Trash! There's no way Cheng could be in dan-"
The fan's voice cut off abruptly.
Because...
The instant Xiao Cheng rose four or five meters into the air, the load-bearing steel cable on his right suddenly snapped.
Jiang Chiyan shot up from his seat.
With a clean sideways flip, he sprang onto the stage.
He looked up at Xiao Cheng overhead, positioned himself, and held out both arms toward him.
Xiao Cheng reacted quickly.
As the steel cable snapped, he reached back and grabbed the cable on his left, steadying himself.
But at that moment, the cable on his left snapped too...
Xiao Cheng plummeted straight down.
Among the fans who witnessed it, quite a few who couldn't handle the shock fainted on the spot.
At first, Xiao Cheng panicked.
But when he saw Jiang Chiyan, he suddenly felt at ease.
He stared straight at Jiang Chiyan and landed securely in his arms.
A few seconds earlier, while grabbing the cable to save himself, Xiao Cheng had already dropped some distance.
He had therefore been only two or three meters above the ground.
Even so, the tremendous impact made Jiang Chiyan stagger two steps backward as he caught him. Large beads of sweat sprang up on his forehead, and he gave a muffled grunt before barely managing to steady himself.
The staff were shocked too and immediately rushed onto the stage, anxiously asking whether they were all right.
Jiang Chiyan seemed not to notice them.
He hooked an arm beneath Xiao Cheng's knees and lifted him into a bridal carry. Looking down, he spoke in a voice so cold it held no trace of warmth. "This is what you meant when you promised me you'd be safe?"
Xiao Cheng pushed at Jiang Chiyan's chest. Being held in his arms in front of thousands of people made him a little embarrassed. "Y-you should put me down first."
As if he hadn't heard, Jiang Chiyan carried Xiao Cheng straight out, never letting his feet touch the ground.
The internet exploded.
#Xiao Cheng's concert wire rig snaps#
#Xiao Cheng gets carried bridal-style#
#Xiao Cheng Late Silence#
Everyone who had hurled abuse at Late Silence had been thoroughly proven wrong.
Late Silence went viral overnight, his follower count breaking one million.
Netizens flooded the comments beneath Late Silence's only Weibo post.
_: "Master, please tell my fortune! Name your price!!"
_: "Even Xiao Cheng is backing Late Silence, and certain brain-dead fans were still threatening to dox him yesterday. Talk about a humiliating slap in the face!"
_: "Great master, are you taking disciples? A daughter works too, Dad! @Late Silence"
After reading the trending topics and comments, Jiang Chiyan looked impassively at Xiao Cheng before him, radiating an oppressive, dangerous aura. "Have you ever considered how I feel? If you'd fallen to your death today, or been permanently injured, I..."
Jiang Chiyan narrowed his beautiful, foxlike eyes.
Radiating an oppressive, dangerous aura, he slowly advanced toward Xiao Cheng, one step at a time.
Xiao Cheng retreated again and again. In front of him was Jiang Chiyan, and behind him was...
The bed.