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It was a campaign event for a cosmetics brand he had endorsed before. It was originally scheduled for tomorrow, but because he had an accident, Zhang Mao helped him postpone it. Now he said he wanted an event that could produce results on the same day, so Zhang Mao contacted the brand again and changed the date back.
He spun it pleasantly, saying how dedicated and trustworthy Qingshu was. He was furious after learning I’d canceled your event, explaining that he’d been injured because of his own carelessness and it had nothing to do with you. So you shouldn’t be unnecessarily implicated and the event must proceed as planned. The brand was so moved by his words that after hanging up, they began thinking about renewing their contract with Shen Qingshu for another two years.
—It’s rare to find an artist so dedicated and trustworthy, so considerate of their brand!
Shen Qingshu glanced at the process Zhang Mao had sent him, replied with an “OK,” and slid into bed.
Before falling asleep, he silently prayed in his heart: I hope I can see Han Cheng tomorrow. I hope Han Cheng will come to see me. I miss him so much. Please, Han Cheng, the Han Cheng he loved, must exist in this world.
Shen Qingshu closed his eyes and dreamt that he saw Han Cheng standing by the roadside not far away. He turned casually and smiled at him.
He anxiously hurried over, but he had disappeared. Shen Qingshu’s eyes snapped open, and he angrily punched the quilt. What a bad omen! Damn it!
He checked his watch and saw it was already past nine, so he got up and started washing up.
Zhang Mao came to pick up Shen Qingshu around ten-thirty.
Shen Qingjian had something else to do today, and since he trusted agent Zhang Mao and rarely didn’t accompany Shen Qingshu. He simply said, “I’ll pick you up after the event.”
“No need. I’ll bring him back after the event,” Zhang Mao said.
Shen Qingshu nodded in agreement. “Ge, go ahead and do your own thing. We’ll chat when you get back.”
“Okay,” Shen Qingjian patted his head. “Then I wish you success and hope all your wishes come true.”
“Yeah,” Shen Qingshu smiled at him.
He got into the nanny car to put on makeup and change clothes before heading to the mall to the brand event.
The media had heard he would be attending the event today and were already waiting for him. As soon as Shen Qingshu arrived, reporters completely surrounded him.
Thankfully, Zhang Mao had arranged bodyguards in advance, allowing him to walk safely to the main stage.
Brand endorsements are actually very simple; it’s nothing more than introducing the products you endorse and interacting with the host and fans in attendance. That’s all.
However, news of Shen Qingshu being hit by a car had just recently spread, so the fans and media present today were more concerned about this incident and his current health.
“Thank you for your concern,” Shen Qingshu said gently. “I’m fine now, but I still want to remind everyone to be mindful of your own safety while helping others. Don’t be like me, saving someone and ending up in the hospital.”
He laughed at the end, and fans and media also laughed in amusement. They raised their hands and asked him a few questions, concluding the Q&A session.
After more than an hour of the event, Shen Qingshu got into the car and opened Weibo. Sure enough, he was trending at the top of the hot search list.
With such a prominent position, Han Cheng should be able to see it.
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If he saw it, he would know that he had been here at noon that day, and he would know that he had a contract with this brand.
If he were as wealthy and influential as in the nonvel, he could directly contact the brand and get his contact information.
If he wasn’t as wealthy and influential as in the book, he might just come directly to this mall, to this cosmetics counter, and ask them about his situation.
Shen Qingshu changed his clothes, smoothed his hair again, and then donned a hat, sunglasses, and a mask before returning to the mall.
He didn’t bring anyone with him, sitting on a single seat on the second floor within sight of the cosmetics counter.
He stared intently.
Zhang Mao truly didn’t understand his actions, but Shen Qingshu wouldn’t tell him why, nor allow him to follow. So he told everyone to rest while he waited in the car.
Shen Qingshu sat there all day, his phone battery nearly dead, and there was no sign of Han Cheng.
He checked Weibo; thanks to his fans, his search was still number one, but Han Cheng hadn’t shown up.
Did he simply forget him, or perhaps he simply wasn’t even in this world?
Perhaps his life was like this: either love without family, or family without love. Perhaps he could only have one of these mutually exclusive relationships.
Shen Qingshu sighed, stood up, and left the mall. It doesn’t matter, he thought. Even if Han Cheng wasn’t in this world, all he needed to do was love him. He’d never love anyone else anyway, so the worst that could happen was being single for the rest of his life. He could handle that.
He walked to his nanny car and got in.
Zhang Mao saw how dejected he looked, and though he wanted to comfort him, he didn’t know what to say. He could only ask, “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?”
“Just take me home,” Shen Qingshu said.
Zhang Mao nodded and was about to start the car when his phone rang. “Hello.”
Shen Qingshu looked out the window. The night deepened, the stars gradually apperaed. Sadly, the person who had watched the stars with him that year was gone.
“Okay, okay, wait a moment. We’ll be there soon.”
Zhang Mao hung up the phone and turned to look at Shen Qingshu. “Qingshu, you might not be able to go home yet. We need to go to the company first.”
“Why?”
“I just got a call. The popular mobile game, ‘The Win,’ wants you to be their spokesperson. The person in charge is already at the company and wants to meet you. If your image and temperament match, they’re willing to pay 100 million!”
“100 million!” Shen Qingshu was shocked.
As expected of a hit mobile game, the remuneration is so high!
“So let’s go over there first. After we meet the person in charge, I’ll take you home.”
Shen Qingshu nodded. After all, it was 100 million.
You still have to earn the money you can!
Zhang Mao, seeing he agreed, quickly started the car and drove towards the company.
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But this person in charge is really impressive. He’s still working hard to discuss business so late at night. He’s really dedicated, Zhang Mao thought to himself.
Shen Qingshu followed Zhang Mao back to the company, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar company with a certain novelty.
Wait, Shen Qingshu suddenly remembered. Although he and Cen Yueze had signed a 90-100 contract in the novel, here, he and the company had signed a 50-50 contract. This was the best contract Zhang Mao had offered him when he first took a liking to him and insisted on signing him, so he offered him the best he could afford.
50% of 100 million, that’s 50 million!
The thought of losing 50 million for no reason instantly made Shen Qingshu feel less happy.
Now, he missed not only Han Cheng but also Cen Yueze!
What a great boss! What a kind boss!
He missed Cen Yueze so much!
While Shen Qingshu was lost in thought, Zhang Mao had already led him to the meeting room door.
He glanced at his artist and helped him straighten his clothes. “Very good, very handsome, very nice.”
Shen Qingshu chuckled. “Open the door.”
For someone to come to their company specifically at this time to discuss cooperation with him essentially meant they had decided on him, so Shen Qingshu wasn’t worried at all. With his looks and temperament, coupled with Zhang Mao’s brilliant tongue, the one hundred million was practically guaranteed.
Shen Qingshu shoved his hands in his pockets and walked in with a casual, nonchalant air. However, as he entered the doorway, he froze involuntarily.
Not far away, in the main seat, sat a man he knew all too well. He was a man of exceptional beauty, on his flawless face were a pair of eyes as dark and deep as inkstone. He lifted his eyelids slightly, a hint of surprise and joy in his eyes, yet they were deeply hidden and fleeting. Wasn’t this the Han Cheng he had been searching for?
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