Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
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Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Do you understand the appreciation of beautiful things? Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Do you understand the appreciation of beautiful things? As the current top star in the entertainment industry, constantly followed by sasaeng fans, it’s quite bold of a popular celebrity to take such a risk.

“It’s a shock,” Jiang Zhe stated truthfully. Although she didn’t care about the sasaeng fans, everyone in the house was a student; they couldn’t handle it.

“Am I that unwelcome?” Xu Jin’s eyes drooped, appearing quite aggrieved, “I just thought it had been a long time since I last saw you.”

“Give me the stuff, and then you can go.”

“Heartless!” Xu Jin fished out an autographed photo from his bag and slapped it into Jiang Zhe’s hand.

Jiang Zhe casually said, “Thanks.”

“Xiaozhe, what are you doing? We’re about to cut the cake,” Song Xingyu, who had drunk his fill of beverages, came to the door looking for Jiang Zhe.

Xu Jin was about to earnestly pull down his mask to greet him when Jiang Zhe pushed him away, “Got the items, you can leave now.”

Xu Jin was pushed away.

Song Xingyu’s eyes widened, blinking several times, “Xiaozhe, who was that just now?”

“Express delivery,” Jiang Zhe didn’t even blink.

“But his silhouette, his silhouette…” Song Xingyu felt that silhouette was way too familiar!

Could it be?

He shook his head; it couldn’t be what he thought. He had seen the news on Weibo; Xu Jin had a major advertisement shoot tonight. How could he possibly show up here?

Jiang Zhe returned, and Gu Jiashun came back as well.

Everyone present, they began cutting the cake together.

After cutting the cake, Song Xingyu’s face was completely covered in cake; the others also had plenty smeared on their faces and bodies.

Only Jiang Zhe was spotlessly clean, without a speck on her.

She casually sat there, but no one dared to smear anything on her.

“Alright, it’s time to start giving birthday presents!” Xia Enci brought out the gift box.

The others followed suit, presenting their gift boxes as well.

Song Xingyu was moved, and only then did Jiang Zhe give her gift.

Workbooks.

Song Xingyu, holding them, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Moved?” Jiang Zhe asked.

“Moved, yet scared to move,” Song Xingyu, clutching the workbooks, suppressed the thought of throwing them away.

“If you’re moved, then go back and finish them,” Jiang Zhe said, referring to the exercise books Lin Huaiyuan had given, which were very useful.

“Alright, mission accepted!” Song Xingyu casually flipped through to show his genuine appreciation for the gift.

Upon opening it, a striking photo of Xu Jin on stage caught his eye, complete with a clear signature.

As a die-hard, brainless fan of Xu Jin, Song Xingyu recognized at a glance that it was a signature personally done by Xu Jin, not a print from some unscrupulous merchants used to deceive fans’ emotions.

“Xu Jin’s autographed photo!” Song Xingyu held it up and kissed it twice, “Now I’m truly moved!”

Xia Enci pursed her lips, “Ew— Hey, Song Xingyu, that’s disgusting!”

“You dare say you don’t like Xu Jin?” Song Xingyu contentedly stored the photo away.

“Even if I did, I’d only secretly sneak a kiss when no one’s looking, not in public like you, what a spectacle.”

“This is my appreciation and fondness for beautiful things, do you understand!”

Xiao Meng and Four-Eyes couldn’t help but feel envious. Xu Jin was the popular figure of the moment, a clean and warm positive-energy celebrity, always their shared idol.

Jiang Zhe forgot about this detail; had she known, she would’ve asked Xu Jin for a few more photos.

Four-Eyes asked curiously, “Xiaozhe, you’re amazing, managing to get Xu Jin’s autographed photo!”

Gu Jiashun, on the other hand, felt it was no big deal; it wasn’t Jiang Zhe who was impressive, but the Jiang Family.

Just now, Jiang Fanyue had come to find him, and he remembered that the Jiang Family had previously provided funding and costume design for Xu Jin’s breakthrough TV series, which had catapulted her from obscurity to a top-tier triple threat in film, television, and music.

When Jiang Zhe spoke up, Xu Jin definitely wouldn’t refuse her request.

“Jiashun, what’s the birthday gift you got for Xingyu?” Four-Eyes asked Gu Jiashun.

Gu Jiashun, too, was holding an autographed photo of Xu Jin. He had intended it as the highlight of the evening, but with Jiang Zhe having given one first, his own gift now felt a little awkward.

Fortunately, he had prepared other gifts, so even without giving this one, he had a backup.

In the end, Gu Jiashun didn’t give his gift away.

After dinner, everyone headed outside.

Song Xingyu was particularly excited tonight.

Jiang Zhe was checking her phone while walking when she suddenly felt a familiar gaze. She stopped and saw Yang Feiliu standing not far away.

When Yang Feiliu saw her, she walked over with a smile, “Xiaozhe, Xiao Meng!”

“Sister Feiliu,” Xiao Meng greeted her politely, “Xiaozhe and I are out celebrating a friend’s birthday.”

Both Four-Eyes and Gu Jiashun blushed at the sight of Yang Feiliu’s attire and lovely features, taking several seconds to regain their composure.

After Xiao Meng introduced them, Yang Feiliu said, “Since it’s a friend’s birthday, we should naturally hit a bar and have a drink together, right?”

“Alright Feiliu, don’t bother them,” Jiang Zhe wasn’t particularly interested in drinking.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, I’ll take care of them. Handsome, shall I also celebrate your birthday?”

She raised her eyebrows at Song Xingyu.

In fact, both Song Xingyu and Gu Jiashun used to like drinking and partying, but they had been behaving better lately.

The invitation from Yang Feiliu stirred their interest.

“See, everyone wants to go, Xiaozhe, why don’t you agree!” Yang Feiliu threw a flirtatious look at Jiang Zhe.

Unable to refuse, Jiang Zhe went with them to the bar.

The bar Yang Feiliu entered was the same one from last night. Not wanting Xiao Meng and the others to be disturbed, she booked a private room right away, smiling at Jiang Zhe, “I’m pretty considerate, aren’t I?”

Jiang Zhe sat down and texted Qin Jingchen: “What are you doing?”

“In a meeting.” He sent a photo in which a video conference with many Western faces appeared.

He then sent another message: “Something up?”

“Nothing, just asking.” Jiang Zhe, fearing another encounter with him at the bar tonight, replied, “I’m doing exercises.”

She always felt like she would get caught red-handed.

On the video conference’s large screen, Qin Jingchen had been sitting casually, not looking sideways.

But as he replied to the messages, a smile curled on the corners of his lips.

Everyone was a bit surprised; although he seemed mild-mannered at a glance, those who knew him understood that mildness was just a façade.

But his smile now seemed genuinely heartfelt.

Jiang Zhe put her phone away and watched Yang Feiliu ordering drinks.

She ordered several bottles in one go, before telling the server, “That’ll do.”

“That’s enough, we can’t drink much,” Xiao Meng said softly.

“I know. Most of these are for me,” Yang Feiliu had just finished speaking when the server came in and whispered, “Miss, I apologize, but the drinks you’ve just ordered have sold out in our bar.”