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Fei Hu had often heard people talk about fanatics, but he had never encountered them until tonight. Now he was witnessing the so-called fans of Zhang Jia. As soon as they saw Zhang Jia standing in the second-floor VIP area, they began shouting and surged towards the stairs, creating a somewhat frightening scene.
Bodyguards and staff quickly formed a human wall at the stairway, but more and more people continued to push upward, threatening to break through. Fei Hu couldn't help but worry for Zhang Jia.
At that moment, the experienced Bald Zhang took action. He smashed a bottle on the ground, and the sound of shattering glass startled everyone into silence. They stopped pushing and turned their attention to the upper floor. Bald Zhang shouted, "Everyone here is a fan of Miss Zhang. Your enthusiasm for her is wonderful, but your behavior is a bit excessive. I am responsible for safety here, so please return to your places. Let's all dance with Miss Zhang, shall we?"
Upon hearing this, some people began to move back down, but others remained stubbornly on the stairs. Fei Hu couldn't understand why these fans thought that getting closer to Zhang Jia would change anything; it wouldn't make them taller or more beautiful. He truly didn't grasp the mindset of these fanatics.
As the music started playing, an energetic DJ used enticing words to draw everyone into another world, making them forget that there was a star, Zhang Jia, upstairs. The staff seemed well-trained; within moments, everyone was at their posts. The cleaners quietly swept up the broken glass from Bald Zhang's bottle. Fei Hu felt a deep admiration for Zhang Jia; this was also a form of management.
However, influenced by earlier events, Zhang Jia seemed to have lost much of her enthusiasm. Although she danced along with the music, her movements and expressions were much more restrained. Fei Hu, on the other hand, danced freely and joyfully.
The dance hall appeared to have calmed down from its earlier chaos, but as Fei Hu danced, he kept an eye on the stairs where a few individuals still stood, occasionally glancing upward as if waiting for an opportunity. He began to formulate a plan in his mind and slowly moved closer to Zhang Jia.
Suddenly, those few individuals on the stairs lunged toward the upper floor. The bodyguards and staff at the stairway were momentarily distracted by the dazzling women in the dance floor below, allowing these fans to break through their barrier. By the time they realized what was happening, these fans had reached Zhang Jia.
One male fan reached out toward Zhang Jia, shouting, "I love you, Zhang Jia!"
This startled Zhang Jia, causing her to scream and rush toward Fei Hu. He instinctively pulled her behind him and swiftly grabbed the male fan's wrist with his right hand. With a gentle but firm motion, he sent that fan crashing into several others behind him.
"The bodyguard of Zhang Jia hit someone! There's no public decency! We won't support her anymore! This is her dance hall; we won't support her in the future!" shouted the man who had just been pushed aside by Fei Hu.
The situation forced the DJ to stop the music and turn on the lights. Fei Hu was nearly furious; he hadn't even laid a hand on anyone—how could they accuse him of hitting someone? It seemed this guy was deliberately looking for trouble. Just as he was about to explode with anger, Bald Zhang darted over and pointed at him angrily. "Hey kid, don't lie with your eyes wide open! No one hit you; your actions were just too extreme! Look around—everyone else can dance downstairs except for you few who insist on rushing up here. What are your intentions?"
At that moment, some of Zhang Jia's bodyguards arrived and pushed those individuals back toward the stairway. However, one person stubbornly refused to leave and shouted downwards, "Everyone judge for yourselves! We came all this way to support Zhang Jia, but she acts like a diva and lets her bodyguards hit us! How can we still support someone like that? She's just trash!"
Zhang Jia, nestled beside Fei Hu, was so furious that her body trembled. She shouted, "Stop pushing him! Let him come over. In front of everyone, I'll have a word with him and show everyone how I throw my weight around. Which bodyguard hit him again?"
As soon as Zhang Jia finished speaking, the crowd downstairs erupted into chaos, with all sorts of comments flying around. However, the bold person from earlier took two steps forward and stood in front of Zhang Jia, chuckling awkwardly.
Fei Hu quickly positioned himself in the middle, thinking to himself, is this guy suffering from Divine Essence? He looks decent enough for someone around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Why is he interested in Zhang Jia? The world really is strange; Zhang Jia is nearly thirty.
After calming herself down a bit, Zhang Jia asked loudly, "Why don't you tell everyone how I threw my weight around? Also, which bodyguard hit someone again? Speak honestly and don’t just make things up."
"Ha ha! My apologies everyone, I just told a little lie. Miss Zhang really hasn’t thrown any weight around; I was just pushed by this person. There was no hitting involved. I did this just to get a chance to talk to Miss Zhang up close. On behalf of all the fans of Miss Zhang, I’d like to ask her a few questions. Is that okay?" This guy cleverly turned the situation around and even wanted to interact with the crowd downstairs.
Perhaps he had tapped into the crowd's mindset because as soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted from below, "Sure! We’ll let you be our representative, but you have to ask Miss Zhang some personal questions and let her answer in front of all her fans!"
"Great! I'll ask right away; everyone listen closely." Ha! This kid really thinks highly of himself. If he asks something inappropriate, it could spell trouble for Zhang Jia.
Just as Fei Hu was sweating for Zhang Jia, the kid cleared his throat and suddenly asked, "Miss Zhang, can you tell everyone if you are still single?" Upon hearing this, Fei Hu's heart skipped a beat; if this topic came up, it could lead to some serious questions.
Zhang Jia smiled slightly and said, "That’s a personal matter that doesn’t need to be answered publicly. But since everyone supports me so much, I’ll answer: as of now, I am still single."
"Alright! Then please tell us if this person is your bodyguard or one of your staff?" This annoying guy suddenly shifted the topic and pointed at Fei Hu. If it weren't in front of so many people, Fei Hu would have kicked him down the stairs already.
This question seemed simple on the surface but actually concealed deeper implications. Having seen the world, Zhang Jia immediately realized this. She paused slightly before saying loudly, "He is neither my bodyguard nor my staff."
"Then he must be your boyfriend!" This little brat didn’t wait for Zhang Jia to finish her sentence and jumped in with his own comment. The crowd erupted into commotion as people began pointing fingers and whispering as if stars couldn’t have boyfriends.
Suddenly, a tall guy in the crowd shouted angrily, "You’re really annoying! Why don’t you just get lost? Who doesn’t know that Zhang Jia is a star? It’s not surprising if she has a few pretty boys around her. Besides, what does it have to do with you? She wouldn’t even look at you!" As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted from the crowd below while Fei Hu felt utterly embarrassed.
The guy who was just upstairs making a scene suddenly vanished. Fei Hu was furious; it was obvious they were calling him Zhang Jia's pretty boy. This big guy was truly worthless, causing trouble for both sides.
Fortunately, the bald man reacted quickly. He waved his hands and said, "Alright, let's all start dancing! What’s the point of asking such boring questions during this precious time? Let the music play!" As the lights dimmed and the music started, Fei Hu seized the opportunity to hurriedly retreat to the back, sitting on the sofa and downing several bottles of beer in one go.
Zhang Jia came over, sat beside Fei Hu, and smiled, "I’m really sorry. I wanted to invite you down to have some fun, but I didn’t expect you to run into such an awkward situation. I’ll make it up to you next time."
Fei Hu shook his head, forcing a smile as he said, "It’s nothing; it’s not a big deal. These people are all crazy and just talking nonsense. I didn’t pay any attention to it. It’s getting late; let’s head back!" Zhang Jia nodded and waved his hand, heading downstairs with the escort of bodyguards.
As they passed by the entrance of a bar booth in the dance hall, someone suddenly shouted Fei Hu's name. He paused in surprise and saw Ye Xiaofei unexpectedly appear from nowhere. She raised her hand and poured a glass of beer right over his head, cursing through gritted teeth, "How shameless! Acting like a pretty boy in public!" After finishing her rant, she turned and walked away.
The group was stunned by this sudden outburst. Fei Hu wiped the beer off his face and laughed, saying, "It’s fine; she might just have Divine Essence disease." As he said this, a pang of pain shot through his heart. This was truly unfortunate; how could Ye Xiaofei be here? It felt like stepping in something unpleasant—definitely not good.
Once they reached the hallway, Fei Hu pulled Bald Zhang aside to say goodbye to Zhang Jia. Zhang Jia insisted on sending Fei Hu home with a driver, but Fei Hu politely declined.
On the street, Bald Zhang noticed Fei Hu's grim expression and said with some frustration, "Why is Ye Xiaofei here? Ugh! This situation is really disappointing. That guy ran off so quickly; otherwise, I would have beaten him up."
Fei Hu patted Bald Zhang on the shoulder and asked with a smile, "Do you think everything they said was wrong?"
Bald Zhang thought for a moment and shook his head. "Actually, the entertainment industry is that dirty; it seems you've been tainted too."
Just as Fei Hu was about to respond, his eyes lit up as he saw Ye Xiaofei approaching with several beautiful women.
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