MRFD Chapter 52
by VolareBecause in that brief moment, Mo Yufei, standing on the stage and looking down at him, immediately flashed a perfect smile.
Finally snapping out of his daze, Rong Yi, amidst envious gazes, awkwardly made his way to the stage, feeling like his hands and feet didn’t know how to coordinate. The moment he stepped onto the stage, the host indeed uttered the line that made his head ache.
“Wow, how rare, this is a very handsome Alpha! Our Mo’s charm truly knows no bounds.”
Although he didn’t like being mistaken, forcefully explaining in the current situation would be embarrassing. After a brief inner struggle, Rong Yi decided that it was better to avoid trouble, and reluctantly accepted the misunderstanding.
He was led to the center of the stage and handed a microphone.
“Hello,” Mo Yufei looked at him with a smile. “How about starting with a self-introduction?”
“H-hello everyone,” Rong Yi swallowed nervously. “I, I’m Rong Yi, I… I’m a loyal fan of Mo Yufei.”
After squeezing out this sentence, he immediately looked at the host, signaling that he had nothing more to say.
“Alright, I’ll start the timer now,” the host waved the timer in his hand. “You have one minute to convey your feelings to Little Mo, so hurry. Start!”
Rong Yi turned to Mo Yufei, who was still smiling at him, and felt his scalp tingle.
What to say? He hadn’t prepared anything at all. Just as he was at a loss, the host’s voice came from behind him.
“Five seconds have already passed, you know?”
Rong Yi panicked instantly.
“That, I, uh, that…” He was so nervous that he almost bit his tongue, and all that came out were meaningless words. “It’s just… uh…”
The audience chuckled, making him even more flustered.
“Don’t be nervous,” Mo Yufei looked at him very seriously. “You came all the way to my fan meeting, isn’t there anything you want to say to me?”
Actually, there was. A question suddenly popped into Rong Yi’s mind.
Are you and Chen Ke Yao really together? If so, why did you break up?
But even in his panic, he knew he couldn’t say those words in such a setting. So in the end, he could only force out some bland lines.
“I’m your loyal fan!”
Mo Yufei chuckled. “You already said that just now.”
“…Add oil!”
“Mm,” Mo Yufei nodded with a smile. “I will.”
“I… I will always support you!”
“Thank you.”
Okay, completely out of words. Rong Yi, red-faced, turned to look at the host.
“That’s it?” The host also laughed. “There’s still time, don’t waste it.”
This minute was too long!
Rong Yi struggled for a long time: “…Nothing else.”
What kind of benefit was this? It was complete torture. He just wanted to hide in a corner and quietly be a fanboy of his idol, why did he have to suffer this treatment?
Just when he thought he could finally escape back to his seat, he heard the host continue, “Alright, now you can ask Little Mo for your special perk.”
“Eh?” Rong Yi was stunned.
The audience screamed, filled with envy and jealousy.
Seeing Rong Yi’s bewildered look, the host suppressed a smile and continued to explain, “That is, what small wish do you hope Little Mo can fulfill for you? For example — a hug, or –”
Accompanied by the host’s suggestive words, the stage was filled with shouts of “No—”.
Rong Yi felt that if he really made such a request, he would definitely be minced into meat paste the moment he stepped off the stage.
So, he very cautiously wiped his hands on the seams of his pants. “Then…”
He originally wanted to say, ‘shake hands’.
But before he could finish speaking, he saw Mo Yufei take a step very naturally in his direction, then raise his arms and say, “Still can’t think of anything? Then how about a hug?”
“Ah?” Rong Yi froze.
While he was still stunned, Mo Yufei had already put his arm around his shoulder.
Rong Yi panicked amidst the wails from the audience, staying rooted to the spot. Fortunately, the hug was very brief. Mo Yufei lightly patted him twice on the back and immediately released his arms. Throughout the whole process, the two of them didn’t have much contact below the shoulders and stood half a meter apart.
While walking off the stage in a daze, the host reminded him to remember to go to the staff to claim his surrounding gift pack.
Rong Yi was a little dazed until the end of the event.
Being able to have such contact with Mo Yufei was of course bursting with happiness, but at the same time, he also felt a little embarrassed. He had originally been looking forward to continuing to run into Mo Yufei in the elevator or hallway, but now he didn’t dare to think about it.
Before, it was just a passing glance, and Mo Yufei could remember his face. Now, he must have recognized him. Thinking this way, he couldn’t help but feel that the gentle smile that the other person maintained throughout the whole process carried a hint of teasing.
After the event ended, Rong Yi quickly collected his gift bag and wanted to leave. Just as he reached the entrance, he was caught by an acquaintance.
“Oh my god!” Zhang grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard. “How are you so lucky! So lucky!”
Her height was too petite compared to Rong Yi, and this little action couldn’t shake Rong Yi at all.
Rong Yi smiled foolishly at her: “Hehe.”
“Let me hug you quickly!” Zhang jumped up. “I want to indirectly hug Mo Mo!”
So Rong Yi also imitated Mo Yufei’s appearance just now, bent down, leaned over, and put his arm around her shoulder.
Zhang’s broken heart received some compensation, but she still couldn’t help but sigh as she walked out shoulder to shoulder with him. Rong Yi simply gave her the big gift bag he received. After all, there was no place to put it if he brought it back, and he really didn’t want Chen Ke Yao to see these things now.
“But, it’s a good thing it was you who went up. Everyone thought you were an Alpha, so the scene looked acceptable,” Zhang couldn’t help but mutter a few words after being moved. “What kind of garbage segment is this? If an Omega who obviously is an Omega went up and took the initiative to touch, the people under the stage would be furious. Who came all the way here to see their husband with someone else…”
Halfway through her words, Rong Yi’s cell phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a moment, he gestured to Zhang and pressed the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” the voice on the other end of the phone was still very familiar to him even after some alteration. “Guess who I am?”
Rong Yi was stunned. He instantly had a guess in his mind but didn’t dare to confirm it.
“Hello—?” He didn’t say anything, and the other person called out again with a drawn-out tone. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” Rong Yi hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously, “Who are you?”
“You really can’t tell?” The other person’s tone was smiling. “You just said you were my loyal fan.”
It really was Mo Yufei.
Why would he have his phone number? Rong Yi instantly stopped walking.
Zhang looked puzzled when she saw this, turned her head, and asked with her mouth, “Who is it?”
Rong Yi didn’t dare to tell her, and waved his hand randomly in a panic.
“Why aren’t you talking to me? Don’t hang up, it’s really me, I’m not a scammer,” Mo Yufei said, but his tone didn’t carry a hint of anxiety. “Are you planning to go back now?”
“…Yes, planning to go back,” Rong Yi said while subconsciously nodding his head hard.
“Back to the hotel?” Mo Yufei asked again.
“Yes, back to the hotel,” Rong Yi repeated blankly.
A smiling voice came from the other side again: “Then aren’t we going the same way?”
“Eh?”
“Follow my instructions now, and someone will come to pick you up,” Mo Yufei said. “I’ll take you back.”
After Rong Yi walked to the door with Zhang, he made up an excuse to say goodbye to her. Then, with an uneasy mood, he followed what Mo Yufei said and walked to a small door in the venue.
Two security guards and a woman with a staff badge were standing at the door.
Most of Mo Yufei’s fans knew that the female Beta, who looked around thirty years old and had a plain appearance but delicate makeup, was his assistant, named Liu. Because she was always photographed with Mo Yufei with a cold face, she was nicknamed Sister Cold.
Sister Cold was also very cold today. After seeing Rong Yi from afar, she nodded to him, then expressionlessly motioned for him to follow her.
Rong Yi followed into the backstage, looking around nervously, not quite understanding what medicine Mo Yufei was selling in his gourd.
He had roughly guessed why the other person had his phone number just now. After all, everyone had to register their information before entering, and it wasn’t difficult for the protagonist of this event to view it.
But why did Mo Yufei need to do this? Was it really just because he recognized him and thought they were going the same way? Wasn’t this a bit too considerate? He had never seen this kind of fan-spoiling gesture.
It was simply unsettling. It made him subconsciously want to make some habitual associations, but he felt it was too presumptuous. If he didn’t already have someone he loved, Rong Yi might have already started to imagine the sweet and bitter experiences of dating a big star at this time.
However, although he was full of doubts, he still obediently came in the end. Besides not being able to refuse his idol, there was another reason. He still couldn’t let go of the question he had dreamed of this morning and thought of on the stage just now but didn’t say.
After finally being led to the lounge, Rong Yi nervously pushed open the door and found that it was empty.
“He has an interview, wait here for a while. Don’t wander around.” Sister Cold said very coldly and left.
Leaving only Rong Yi alone, standing blankly in the middle of the lounge, looking around, at a loss.
Since he was here, he might as well wait.
The sofa in the lounge was very high-end, and it was especially comfortable to sit on, making people subconsciously want to relax and completely merge with the soft cushion and backrest. But Rong Yi was nervous, and even the most comfortable cushion couldn’t ease his mood at this moment.
After sitting upright and seriously for more than half an hour, Rong Yi began to wonder if he had been completely forgotten. Just as he was hesitating whether to call back the phone number just now, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
“Hi,” Mo Yufei greeted him with a smile as soon as he came in. “Sorry, did you wait for a long time?”
Rong Yi jumped up from the sofa reflexively, standing straight: “It’s, it’s okay.”
“Aren’t you tired from being so tense all the time?” Mo Yufei said, walking to him, reaching out and touching his face, then sitting down in front of a makeup mirror on the side. “Wait for me a little longer, I’ll remove my makeup, and I’ll be done soon.”
Rong Yi touched his face and nodded in a panic.
He watched Mo Yufei casually grab the bangs on his forehead and clip them on top of his head, then pick up a bottle on the side and start tinkering on his face, secretly sighing. So he wasn’t wearing makeup just now. But taking off makeup in front of fans, wasn’t he a little too uninhibited?
“You’re called Rong Yi, right?” Mo Yufei asked while wiping his face. “Sorry, I looked at your information, you don’t mind, do you?”
Rong Yi quickly shook his head: “I don’t mind!”
“That’s good,” Mo Yufei smiled at him through the mirror. “Then can you tell me… who gave you this ticket?”
The author has something to say:
A certain gentleman who is watching the live broadcast of the fan meeting on his mobile phone: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
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Speaking of which, does anyone remember? Mr. Rong also cremated Teacher Chen in secret a long, long time ago.