I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

"But it's shaking so badly."

Chen Ya glanced at her: "We're gliding on the track right now. The wheels are vibrating as they rub against the ground, which will naturally cause shaking."

Jiang Xinhai didn't hear what he was saying at all: "If something unexpected happens, you will be the last person in my life. Yet we didn't even know each other a month ago. Isn't that amazing?"

"Nothing will go wrong, and besides, you're holding my hand too tightly."

Jiang Xinhai looked down and realized that he had been holding Chen Ya's hand tightly on the armrest, so he quickly let go.

She wiped her hands repeatedly on Chen Ya's sleeve, then said:

"Sorry, I didn't notice."

It would be a lie to say I didn't notice. The nerve endings in the hands are so rich. How could I not feel anything after grabbing Chen Ya's big hand and rubbing it for so long?

She grabbed his hand on purpose to see his reaction.

Jiang Xinhai didn't know why he suddenly became so proactive; he just did it on a whim.

There are many reasons for a brain fart, but most of them are due to the excitement of going on a long trip, coupled with not being able to think clearly after staying up all night, and Chen Ya wearing a refreshing sweatshirt that she bought for him yesterday. His clothes are in line with the times, and now he looks as handsome as a TV star.

Chen Ya's calm demeanor surprised her, leaving her greatly disappointed.

The plane shook violently, then its nose lifted and it soared into the sky.

Jiang Xinhai was still thinking about what would happen if the plane crashed.

If the plane crashes, in the final moments of her life, would she give him her first kiss out of a desire to make up for any regrets?

She didn't know why she had such chaotic thoughts; maybe she slept too late last night and her brain was completely out of sorts.

Jiang Xinhai turned his head and stared at Chen Ya's thin and sharp profile, lost in thought.

Seemingly sensing that Jiang Xinhai was looking at him, Chen Ya turned his face and said seriously:

"Wuhu, take off."

"..."

Seeing that Jiang Xinhai ignored him, he stared at her and added:

"From this moment on, I'm taking off. Do you understand?"

Jiang Xinhai didn't want to talk to him anymore.

……

This was not Jiang Xinhai's first time on an airplane.

As a well-known child star, she has taken airplanes about as many times as the average person takes trains.

So when she learned that this was Chen Ya's first time flying, she felt a little apologetic—she had deprived Chen Ya of her first window seat experience.

But he couldn't bring himself to apologize, and he was too embarrassed to change seats, so he decided to go all out and pull down the curtains of the porthole, pretending to be asleep.

She squinted and pretended for ten minutes, then she started to get really sleepy.

She peeked into her eyes and glanced at Chen Ya's profile. She saw that he was also resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, an idea that instantly snapped her out of it. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, adjusted her posture, and leaned slightly towards Chen Ya at a 15-degree angle, swaying precariously as she leaned against him.

She wanted to casually lean on Chen Ya's shoulder to see his reaction.

But after pretending for so long, she didn't collapse in the end—it was the last shred of reason in her own heart that stopped her.

"Boom."

Jiang Xinhai was so frightened she almost jumped up, when a large head suddenly fell onto her shoulder.

Chen Ya leaned on her shoulder.

With his body stiff and sweat beading on his forehead, Jiang Xinhai never expected that Chen Ya would lean on his shoulder in his sleep.

She reached out, intending to push his head away, but ultimately let go.

Forget it, let it be.

……

As the plane taxied and descended, the fuselage shook, waking both of them up.

Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai sat up groggily, their heads quickly separating, both subconsciously ignoring the fact that they had been sleeping soundly together.

By the time Jiang Xinhai realized what was happening, he had already missed the best opportunity to question Chen Ya about it and see his reaction.

“There are still 5 hours until the concert starts,” Chen Ya glanced at his watch, “We…”

"Want to go shopping?"

Jiang Xinhai heard that the duty-free shop in Xiangdu is great, and you can hardly buy counterfeit goods there.

“Of course not, we have to go see Luo Ling,” Chen Ya said. “We don’t know how he’s feeling yet, we have to encourage him.”

"Oh."

Jiang Xinhai was slightly disappointed.

They took a taxi to the hotel, dropped off their luggage, and then called Luo Ling. The three of them arranged to meet at Luo Ling's hotel.

Compared to the last time we met, Luo Ling's attire was slightly better. Although she was still wearing the same baseball cap and T-shirt, she looked much more refreshed.

She just looks a little tired.

"This trip will take a total of 4 hours. Don't be nervous, just relax," Chen Ya said. "Try to talk as little as possible and take care of your voice."

Dao Lang nodded repeatedly, then turned back to the table, grabbed a program, and handed it to Chen Ya.

There are 30 songs in total.

The first song on the playlist is "The Punishment of Impulsiveness," which has been very popular recently. Other well-known songs include "West Sea Love Song" and "The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing."

"The First Snow of 2012" was placed as the last song and the grand finale.

This is the first time this song has been released. The album of the same name is scheduled to be released after the concert. With the support of the concert and the good quality of the song itself, this album is sure to be a bestseller.

As long as the concert is successful, coupled with album sales, Chen Ya will be able to recoup his investment and won't have to worry about not being able to produce "Encounter".

"Don't be nervous," Chen Ya said to Luo Ling. "This is your first concert. You'll have many more to come. Don't be afraid, just keep moving forward."

Luo Ling nodded.

Just then, Luo Ling's phone rang.

He answered the phone: "Hello, Mom? What's wrong? Didn't I tell you not to call me these next couple of days..."

A voice with a heavy local accent came from inside: "Your son, your father has been beaten up. His head is bleeding profusely..."

Luo Ling stood up abruptly: "Who hit you? Where did you get hit? Did they call the police?"

“You were sitting at home eating when someone threw bricks at your house. The bricks broke the window and smashed your head.”

Luo Ling lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you throwing bricks at my house?"

"Lingwa," came the tired voice of Luo Ling's mother from the other end of the line, "I didn't want to tell you, but for the past month, our house has been pelted with bricks every few days. It's all from fans of some superstars, saying you've insulted music..."

Chapter 139 Taking Back the Title of Queen of Pop

Luo Ling hung up the phone, her expression turning terrifying.

Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai exchanged a glance.

They all realized that the situation had become very bad.

"Luo, don't let this affect you." Chen Ya patted him on the shoulder. "The concert is the priority right now. We'll deal with this after the concert. I will definitely work with you to get justice."

Jiang Xinhai frowned and said, "These must be Yingzi's fans. They are bullying you now because you have fewer fans. If you succeed, you will never be bullied like this again."

"I know, I know." Luo Ling sat on the hotel's snow-white bed, somewhat dejected.

"Listen to me, get some rest, turn off your phone, and give it your all at the concert." Chen Ya looked down into his eyes, "Promise me, okay?"

"Hmm," Luo Ling said simply.

Knowing there was no point in staying any longer, the two bid farewell to Luo Ling and left the hotel.

After walking quite a distance outside, Jiang Xinhai said, "At this critical juncture, it's hard to say that Yingzi and the others didn't instigate this."

“Even if we knew, it would only be speculation,” Chen Ya said. “There is no evidence.”

"I'm so angry!" Jiang Xinhai clenched his fists. "I used to think she was a celebrity and looked up to her a lot, but now it seems she's just a scoundrel!"

Chen Ya shook his head, not wanting to comment.

After the two left, Luo Ling sat alone in the lonely room, head down, silent for a long time.

……

Night falls. Hong Kong Coliseum.

The crowd was bustling.

The Hong Kong Coliseum, commonly known as the Hung Hom Coliseum, is not actually red.

But anyone who comes here must be very famous.

This place is a sacred place in the hearts of countless singers.

Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai arrived with the crowd. Jiang Xinhai was wearing a baseball cap, and under the cover of night, it was unlikely that his identity would be exposed.

"The fans of Daolang are mostly older," Jiang Xinhai whispered to Chen Ya after observing the people around them.

“Not a fan,” Chen Ya replied, “but a music enthusiast.”

Because there were so many people, Jiang Xinhai held tightly to Chen Ya's clothes. The two found seats in the front row and sat down. Even though it was someone else's concert, Jiang Xinhai's heart was pounding with excitement.

"I wonder if Luo Ling is feeling any better," Jiang Xinhai whispered in Chen Ya's ear.

"I hope he's alright." Chen Ya said expressionlessly.

But Jiang Xinhai noticed that he quietly clenched his fist.

He has already put all his savings into it. If Luo Ling's concert fails and the album's sales plummet, both his and Jiang Xinhai's careers will be ruined.

Before long, Luo Ling took the stage—he was still wearing his signature baseball cap and shirt, looking no different from his usual self.

Other celebrities would definitely think long and hard about their outfits for this kind of occasion, but Dao Lang is different; he always wears a baseball cap and a shirt.

The audience erupted in applause and screams, seemingly unconcerned about Dao Lang's ordinary attire.

Dao Lang is a pure singer, and they are also pure fans.

What he wears is not important.

Jiang Xinhai whispered, "He seems a little off."

Chen Ya frowned and nodded.

Luo Ling on the stage looked a little... sad.

When the cheers subsided, Dao Lang finally spoke: "Today, I am honored to be here."

“Back when I was singing in nightclubs, I dreamed countless times that I could stand here.”

"Because for me, only by standing here and singing can I truly be considered a singer."

"Now, please listen to my first song, 'The Punishment of Impulsiveness'."

The guitar and cheers started playing together, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Jiang Xinhai excitedly covered his mouth and said, "It feels more exciting than I imagined!"

“It’s really exciting,” Chen Ya said, “It directly relates to whether our ‘Encounter’ will be born smoothly or difficult.”

On stage, Dao Lang has already begun.

That night I was drunk and held your hand.

Speaking nonsense.

They were only concerned with their own suppressed thoughts.

Expressing oneself frantically…

Jiang Xinhai listened blankly.

The lyrics were so corny that she was stunned.