The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity-Chapter 434 - 432: Protect Your Chrysanthemum

"The text on the support banner, did someone make a mistake?"

Qin Zhao nudged Chu Yan next to him.

Chu Yan turned his head to look and his lips involuntarily curled into a smile.

However, he expressed his surprise, "It seems they really did print it wrong, this store is so unreliable."

"Didn’t you check the goods when they arrived?"

"They only arrived this morning, there wasn’t enough time."

Qin Zhao rubbed his forehead, "Why don’t you ask them to take it down?"

"’Fat’ and ’awesome’ are homophones, Nan Xian surely knows these people are here to cheer him on. If we take them all down, not a single person in the audience will hold up a banner for him, which would be too pitiable."

After finishing his sentence, Chu Yan also picked up a support banner from his side.

"I have one here too."

Seeing Chu Yan raising the banner and looking very happy, the corners of Qin Zhao’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Chu Yan, did you do this on purpose?"

"What did I do on purpose?"

Chu Yan looked at her puzzled, with an innocent expression as if he didn’t know what she was talking about.

"..."

Can this guy be any more childish?

-

Backstage, Nan Xian and Su Xiaotong were together.

A makeup artist was applying makeup to Nan Xian, while Su Xiaotong chattered beside him, "Are you really not going to sing? I’ve heard a few of your songs, they’re quite good."

"Still not singing."

Nan Xian didn’t dare to move an inch while the makeup artist was at work.

"Have you found the guqin for me? I can perform that."

Nan Xian thought for a long time and still decided not to sing.

It wasn’t that he thought he sang badly, but singing in front of the public made him uncomfortable.

Instead of that, he might as well show off his guqin skills.

You know, he was proficient in all the noble arts and could even use the guqin as a Magic Artifact.

Not like Qin Yu, that troublesome guy, who didn’t know any of this refined art.

"There’s a guqin in Qin Yu’s family collection; I asked him to lend it to you, and it has already been brought here."

After Su Xiaotong finished speaking, the makeup artist finally completed the makeup.

Nan Xian stood up, "I’m going to check out that guqin first."

"I’ll take you there."

As they were preparing to leave, an assistant came over with a tray of items.

"Mr. Nan, would you like something to eat? You’ve been preparing since this morning, so you must be hungry."

Su Xiaotong also said, "I’ve been too busy and forgot you haven’t eaten, have something first."

Nan Xian was indeed a bit hungry and nodded slightly at the assistant.

"Thank you."

Nan Xian bit into a piece of bread from the tray and the assistant handed him a glass of milk.

Looking at the milk in his hand, Nan Xian hesitated to drink it.

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing him not drinking and scrutinizing the milk, the nervous assistant asked him.

"This isn’t milk."

"Huh? I bought milk though."

The assistant took the glass, and since Nan Xian hadn’t drunk it yet, he was about to take a sip to try it.

Nan Xian quickly reached out to stop him, "Don’t drink it."

The assistant’s nose came close to the cup and he smelled a faint scent of paint.

"Why does this milk smell like paint?"

"Let me smell it."

Su Xiaotong took the cup with a grim expression.

"This definitely isn’t milk or it’s milk mixed with paint."

Thinking that Nan Xian had almost drunk it, Su Xiaotong turned pale.

"Where did you buy this?"

Hearing her stern tone, the assistant trembled with fear.

"I ordered takeout; I didn’t know there was something wrong with the milk, Sister Xiaotong, I..."

Nan Xian spoke gently, "Don’t be nervous, I know it has nothing to do with you, and we don’t blame you."

"I was just too angry and didn’t suspect you," Su Xiaotong also said. "Make a call and ask the delivery guy from before to come over and ask questions."

"Okay, I’ll call him right now."

While the assistant made the call, Su Xiaotong took Nan Xian to check on the guqin first.

Nan Xian tuned the guqin’s tone and then asked the staff to take it to the stage first.

When they came out of the room, they encountered an unwelcome visitor.

"Yang Qixing? What are you doing here?"

Su Xiaotong’s face was full of unwelcome expressions.

Yang Qixing looked grimly at Nan Xian, "Are you happy now? Let me tell you, I will make a comeback sooner or later, and you will never become the next me.

"The kind of crappy songs you write, only idiots would like them!"

After the car accident last time, Qin Yu even leaked out Yang Qixing’s dark materials.

This guy not only slept with fans but also got a fan pregnant. But he didn’t want to take responsibility and neglected the fan and the child.

Beyond that, he frequently arranged meet-ups to sleep with young fans.

Once this matter broke out, fans with children and other fans all came out to confirm the stories against Yang Qixing, and the fan with the child wanted to take this opportunity to make him take responsibility.

Yang Qixing’s image completely collapsed, and all the collaborations that had been agreed upon fell through.

Nan Xian felt Yang Qixing’s immense hostility and, with a flick of his finger, knew that it was this guy who had mixed paint into the milk.

As an "immortal," Nan Xian couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

Nan Xian said leisurely, "Why would I want to become you? I don’t have any children out there."

"Pffhahaha!"

Su Xiaotong laughed unkindly.

"Yang Qixing, you better handle your own problems first."

"You, you...!"

Yang Qixing’s cheeks turned red with anger, "These things can’t take me down, I still have many years of experience! Don’t be too happy too early, things can change—thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Who knows what will happen in the future?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He just made a small mistake that any man could make.

Once the storm passes, the fans will forget about these things.

"I know."

Nan Xian looked at his face closely.

Then, he stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and heaved a deep sigh.

"Life is short, just a few decades. I advise you to let go a bit. Otherwise, it’s easy to get into trouble."

"Don’t touch me!"

Yang Qixing shook off his hand with disgust, "You’ve caused me to end up like this, and you’re still telling me to let go? I’ll tell you, it’s impossible!"

"Since you don’t want to listen, I won’t say more."

Nan Xian thought for a moment, then added another sentence, "But I’ll say one more thing, take good care of your chrysanthemum."

"What chrysanthemum, stop meddling in my affairs."

Yang Qixing sneered disdainfully, "Just you wait."

"Oh."

Nan Xian had a Buddha-like indifference, ignoring the advice of the wise to his own detriment.

Yang Qixing left in a huff, and it was finally time for the music concert to begin.

Nan Xian, the original owner of the body, excelled in niche ancient-style songs.

So he didn’t have many fans, and most of the audience today were paid attendees bought by Qin Zhao.

Under the spotlight, Nan Xian walked onto the stage.

It was his first time performing in front of so many people, and it was also going to be live-streamed online, he couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous.

When he looked towards the audience, he couldn’t help searching for Qin Zhao’s figure.

But, the first person he saw standing was Chu Yan, after all, Chu Yan was quite tall.

In his hand, he held a glowing support sign.

Qin Zhao stood beside him, waving several light sticks.

Nan Xian’s breath slightly hitched when he saw the big characters on the support sign.

[Nan Xian, you are the fattest!]

Apart from the one in Chu Yan’s hand, a large part of the audience area was filled with signs bearing the same bold message.

Nan Xian felt as if he was going blind.

His gaze returned to where Qin Zhao and Chu Yan were.

As if afraid he might miss the big characters on his support sign, Chu Yan swung it from side to side.

"..."

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