Priceless Baby's Super Daddy

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

When they arrived at the airport, there were indeed many fans holding up plaques such as “Jing Xi” and “I Heart Young Master Jing” as they waited for her.

When the fans saw Jing Xi getting out of the celebrity van, they swarmed over to her.

“Jing Xi! Jing Xi! I like you very much!”

“Jing Xi! Please give me your autograph!”

“Jing Xi, can we have a photo together!”

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In the face of enthusiastic fans, Xu Xiyan experienced the feeling of being adored for the first time. She did not refuse the fans’ requests and patiently signed, shook hands and took photos with them.

Here, Xu Xiyan was surrounded by fans. Nearby, Xu Xinrou, who was on the same flight, also arrived at the airport.

She also brought a personal assistant, but she did not see her fans at the airport.

She took off her sunglasses and glanced at the lively scene around Jing Xi. She lowered her head and asked her assistant Fan Tong, “You didn’t tell my fans that my flight was today?”

“I did!” Fan Tong was also perplexed.

This can’t be!

He had clearly informed them about the time, but why had not one of Xu Xinrou’s fans appeared?

In fact, after Xu Xinrou had lost Wen Li, she had found a new assistant, Fan Tong, who had a slight tendency of not doing things right.

It was true that he had informed the fans, but he had carelessly informed them of tomorrow’s date and caused Xu Xinrou to see none of her fans at the airport.

Xu Xinrou fumed with anger as she stood at the entrance of the airport. Now it was too late to say anything. She could only helplessly watch Jing Xi being smothered by her fans while she had a cold reception herself.

“Let’s go!” She shot an angry look at Fan Tong and then stomped off into the airport.

Jing Xi was almost done with signing autographs and taking photos with her fans. As a qualified manager, Li Ruochu knew how to help her artists escape from being entangled with fans.

“I’m sorry, everyone, Jing Xi has to catch a flight and she’s a bit short on time. She will sign more autographs for you all after returning from abroad, okay?”

With the help of bodyguards and her manager, Xu Xiyan successfully escaped from her fans and walked into the airport.

In addition to Xu Xiyan and Xu Xinrou’s staff, the LK perfume representative was also in their entourage. The representative had booked business class seats for Xu Xiyan and Xu Xinrou and economy class seats for everyone else.

After boarding the plane, Li Ruochu took Wandou and the others to the economy class. Xu Xiyan found her seat and sat down, put on her headphones, and closed and rested her eyes.

Xu Xiyan’s seat was a window seat. Soon after she sat down, Xu Xinrou came over too. She realized that her seat was right next to Xu Xiyan’s, and she suddenly felt disgusted as though a fly had become stuck in her throat.

She didn’t want to sit with Xu Xiyan. She turned and asked Fan Tong, “Why did you make me sit together with her?”

Fan Tong scratched his head. “The tickets were bought by LK. Maybe both seats were bought at the same time.”

“Go help me change my seat. I don’t want to sit with her,” Xu Xinrou requested.

Fan Tong felt that they had already boarded the plane and it was already too late to change seats, but he thought of a good idea. “Sister Xinrou, since you don’t want to sit here, why don’t we exchange seats?”

Xu Xinrou had to scold Fan Tong. “And let me sit in economy class? Do you think I deserve to sit in economy class with the status I have now? Are you a ‘fan tong?'” [1]

Fan Tong nodded, “I am!”

Xu Xinrou: “…”

She was so angry that she was speechless. Why did the company find such a slow-witted assistant for her?

In the end, Xu Xinrou sent Fan Tong away to economy class and stayed in business class herself reluctantly. One must know that she would travel in first-class wherever she went.

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Endnotes

[1] In Chinese, the word for “rice bucket” is also pronounced as “fan tong.” Usually, if someone scolds you, saying that you’re a “rice bucket” or “fan tong,” he or she means that you’re a good-for-nothing who only knows how to consume rice.