A/N: Deep apology when I miss the pearl jewelry in the previous chapters. I've modified them in the list. It should be four items. I really don't know why I forget the important jewelry but a reader saves my day. I beg for your understanding.
Ling Qingyu's group went up and reached one of the rooms on the sides of the aisle. The waitress knocked on the door and only opened it after hearing positive replies, then gestured the girls to go in.
The room was close to guests and only those verified by the staff could enter. She had even seen securities, probably addressed to fend off outsiders.
Upon hearing the waitress's affirmation Ling Yunxiang's focus, fumbling around the small box, containing the pearl jewelry inside, changed, knowing she was about to meet her senior soon.
Yang Qingyue and Zhao Xiurong weren't any better. Since the moment to meet with their goddess neared, their hearts were filled with excitement.
Noticing their reactions, Ling Qingyu sometimes wondered would Su Ruomei and Jiang Yu exhibit the same behavior—crazy fans chasing idols.
Or should she call them so that they could meet up? Ling Qingyu thought and asked Yang Qingyue. "Hey, does Sister Cai also want to join our group, given the chance?"
"Of course, she would. Who didn't want an autograph from Goddess Fan Xi?" Yang Qingyue replied as if complaining only entertainment idiots like Ling Qingyue were rarer than extinct species in zoos.
"How about you call her then? I bet Ruomei and Yu will display the same excitement." Ling Qingyu suggested.
Yang Qingyue sighed and shook her head. "It's impossible. Remember their duties, to protect VVIPs. We can't allow the slightest loopholes and endanger our protectees."
"I understand." Ling Qingyu sighed and apologized to Su Ruomei and Jiang Yu in her heart. She did try but they didn't have the luck.
While the two conversed, others had gone in. Ling Qingyu heard an exhilarated girlish shriek and rubbed her forehead. No need to determine the culprit; she recognized the voice.
Who else but her cheap sister? Also as an artist, where was her pride and arrogance? Ling Qingyu complained.
The admiration had reached the fanatic level. However, Ling Qingyu thanked her sister's behavior. She even saw some expressing jealousy and glee, when Fan Xi sold her underwear.
They liked seeing the goddess deflated and fall from the altar. Such types of people were the ones Ling Qingyu hated the most. Luckily, her sister belonged to a lively and innocent one.
She would never laugh at seeing other people suffer. Perhaps, some jokes because of carelessness were acceptable. Clumsy behaviors brought joy to others.
But the event which might traumatize others needed onlookers' support. Even saying nothing but acceptance from the eyes would help a lot.
Ling Qingyu smiled helplessly at Yang Qingyue, but the policewoman ignored her and sprung into the room, without hesitation.
From the corner of her eyes, Fan Xi captured Ling Qingyu leaning on the arch with her shoulders. Their eyes met and Ling Qingyu smiled.
Fan Xi also returned a smile and gladly guided everyone to take a seat. Ling Qingyu was also included and the nearest.
However, Fan Xi's heart was filled with turmoil. She might have gasped if she hadn't met Ling Qingyu's companion first, raising her acceptance level.
Her Goddess throne seemed unstable with Ling Qingyu's entry. She was overshadowed in every aspect but jealousy was out of the equation. She only had admiration.
Perfect face, figure and aura. Everything was invincible. Talents and strength.
"First time seeing you, Miss Ling. I'm honored." Fan Xi clasped her chest and said. "Thank you for your help!"
"Likewise Miss Fan," Ling Qingyu said. "Your reputation precedes you. Your name and popularity shine like a star and it's my luck to speak with you. I've admired you since childhood and you're the rarest woman I've met. I'm sure many are jealous of my luck right now."
"Why, Thank you. In fact, I admire you more and wish I had a talent like yours in the past." Zhao Xiurong flattered back.
Yang Qingyue, Ling Yunxiang and Zhao Xiurong looked upward at the ceilings. Ling Qingyu lied without changing her face. Who was the one who inquired the identity of their goddess like a fool?
Even Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue coughed uncomfortably. The female assistant quickly rushed to the kitchen and brought cups of water. The mouths of the two twitched and expressed thanks stiffly.
Ling Qingyu ignored her girls' tease and spoke without blushing. "Please, Miss Fan. I must sigh to say you're gorgeous. It's not wrong to call you, Goddess."
Fan Xi blushed when she noticed Ling Qingyu's eyes as she spoke. She had no idea why the feeling was weird, especially from a woman. "Miss Ling is also beautiful. You have no idea how stunning you look. I'm sure men fell on their knees under your pomegranate skirt."
"I'm not sure about you, Miss Fan, but it always came with troubles." Ling Qingyu shook her head.
"Everything has a price. You have what many women are envious of." Fan Xi thought silently to change the topic because she didn't want to discomfort Ling Qingyu, reminding her about the fat guy.
"I'm surprised you think in this way." Ling Qingyu said. "Speaking of, you've met my friends and my sister Ling. They were extremely excited to meet you. I fear I might not go back home alive if I fail to meet their expectation."
Fan Xi chuckled at Ling Qingyu's flattery joke. "I have to express my deep gratitude. Maybe you might not know what happened but you save me from fire."
Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up and gestured to hear more. She wanted to know how Fan Xi's brain worked to even sell her underwear, the most precious for the girl, who valued chastity and loved herself.
Under what condition had Fan Xi been coerced? Her impression of Shen family had plummeted from acquaintance to worse than strangers though she had no clue what their involvement were.