Chapter 102: Your Face Is Insured, You Know

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Hearing terms like "little demon girl" or "little imp" at the hotel was one thing, but when had anyone ever been called a "little fairy"? Even Duan Xiuqi found himself curious.

He looked up, still unable to make out the slender figure in the distance, when suddenly a bright red apple came flying toward him—fast, fierce, and precise!

With a sharp "thud," it struck Duan Xiuqi squarely on the forehead, leaving his mind momentarily blank.

His manager and the surrounding friends were stunned. The manager was the first to react, leaping up and shouting angrily, "Who threw that?"

A faint, cheerful laugh of a girl echoed from the bar.

No one paid attention, and the manager had no time to argue; he hurried over to check on Duan Xiuqi’s condition.

Thankfully, Duan Xiuqi was mostly unharmed, save for a small bruise forming on his temple.

The manager was nearly enraged. "My goodness, Xiuqi, your face! Your face has insurance! Your fans will go crazy! If I had known, we wouldn’t have come to the bar tonight."

Duan Xiuqi rubbed the spot where the apple had hit, feeling a slight soreness. "I’m fine. Never mind."

The manager frowned, staring at the bruise. "It’s good there’s no serious injury, but you have a fan meeting tomorrow. Are you going to cancel it? Xiuqi, is Mercury in retrograde or something? Why is everything going wrong day after day?"

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The manager was still upset about Duan Xiuqi having suddenly lost the endorsement deal with Moyun Phones. Although there had been compensation from Moyun, the bitterness lingered.

“Could it be that we’ve been found out? That apple was clearly aimed at Xiuqi,” the assistant said nervously, eyeing the crushed apple on the floor.

The throw had been perfectly measured—not enough to cause injury, but enough to give Duan Xiuqi a small punishment. And to do it amidst the crowd on the dance floor suggested a skilled hand.

“Xiuqi, Xiuqi?” The manager noticed Duan Xiuqi’s expression growing distant and became concerned, gently nudging his arm.

Duan Xiuqi rubbed his temple, his mind drifting further.

He recalled twenty years ago, back in high school, when he was young and hot-tempered—feared by everyone at school, the very definition of a troublemaker.

The first time he saw Bai Chu, the young girl looked at him with disdain. Just like now, she casually grabbed an apple and smashed it onto his head. The apple burst, juice running down his hair and cheek.

Everyone thought she was finished, but she wasn’t.

Suddenly, something stirred in his heart. He pushed away the manager’s hand, lowered his hat and mask, and swiftly slipped into the crowd...

A group of people murmured in confusion: "...?"

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“Damn it, Duan Xiuqi, where are you running off to? Aren’t you afraid of being photographed?”

Among the crowd, the girl in white smiled, hooking her arm around the tall man beside her. “Let’s go quickly.”

Bai Chuwei leaned closely against Duan Feihan, whose tall frame shielded most of her.

The two of them moved through the crowd and out of the bar.

“You’re in a good mood?” Duan Feihan noticed the excitement barely concealed on Bai Chuwei’s face.

Her naturally upturned eyes blinked sharply, her voice tinged with pleasure. “Not bad.”

Too bad she couldn’t act too wildly, lest she be discovered.

Duan Feihan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as his gaze caught a figure near the entrance not far away, his brow furrowing. “Third Brother.”