Extreme Pampering-Chapter 36 - Are Those Really Her Fans
Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Are Those Really Her Fans?
Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Are Those Really Her Fans?
The fingers clinging to Pei Yu’s shoulder stirred, and Shen Zhiyi watched the silhouette spreading out on the Xuan paper with ink and water, unable to keep from becoming lost in thought.
From the morning’s rise to this midnight, it turned out he had been in the study all this time to paint her.
She lifted her head and blinked, “Is it for me after you finish painting?”
She could not think of any other reason.
“No, it’s not for giving away,” Pei Yu denied, sealing the unfinished painting back up and said softly, “It’s for private collection.”
Oddly enough, her cheeks flushed a little, and she dared not continue to ask, only curious, “Did you learn to paint?”
“I did for a while,” he saw that she was willing to ask about personal matters, and Pei Yu had no intent to hide, “My dad liked it, and I learned it to please him.”
Shen Zhiyi knew very little about that retired former head of Pei’s, and wasn’t really curious, her focus was on Pei Yu, “You paint very well.”
“Want to learn?”
“I can’t,” Shen Zhiyi explained softly, “I have an injury on my wrist.”
Pei Yu bent down to put her on the bed, and at her words, he paused and took a look at her wrist.
“I broke it when I was a child, it’s alright now, but I can’t hold a pen for too long, and I can’t lift heavy things either.”
Her wrist was delicate, one could easily circle it with a hand, and Pei Yu didn’t even dare to grip it hard, not wanting to think about how it had been fractured, but Shen Zhiyi didn’t need to tell him for him to guess how it happened.
Rarely did she bring up the past, and when she did, it somehow made Pei Yu’s eyes grow cold, and Shen Zhiyi started feeling a bit regretful, pretending to be sleepy and rubbing her eyes, “I want to go to sleep.”
“Mhm.”
Pei Yu tucked her in better, “Go to sleep.”
The surroundings quieted down, drowsiness swept over her once again, and Shen Zhiyi fell asleep quickly. She woke up close to dawn, her eyes half-closed and bleary, and noticed Pei Yu still awake, sitting at the bedside, holding her injured wrist gently, deep in thought.
In a semi-dreamlike state, she murmured, “Pei Yu?”
It was as if Pei Yu was roused from a long reverie, accompanied by the rustling of clothes, he leaned in close, thinking she needed something.
“Hmm?”
She seldom called him by his name, most of the time it was a polite and distant “Mr. Pei,” and she would only treat him this way when she wasn’t quite awake.
As he drew near, his distinct features were not clear in the dimly lit room, Shen Zhiyi, overcome with sleepiness, mumbled unclearly, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Soon,” Pei Yu soothed her, “It’s still early, sleep a bit more.”
And with that, she slept until almost noon.
She had had a bit of alcohol during the dinner party, and although it wasn’t much, she still felt a bit uncomfortable the next day, so she prepared a light meal.
During the meal, Wang Feifei reminded her to remember to upload some daily photos to Weibo, so she casually took a picture of the food.
Her followers weren’t many, but after the recent reversal of public opinion, the gloom in the comments section had lessened, and a few sporadic, friendlier comments had appeared.
[So plain, Zhizhi, eat more meat!]
[Looks like you’re not on set today, no filming?]
While eating, she replied to a few comments. Because she was multitasking, she didn’t even notice Pei Yu talking to her until her chair was hooked and pulled closer to him. He glanced at the screen casually and asked, “What are you looking at so intently?”
“Replying to fans’ comments.”
Shen Zhiyi smiled shyly, pressing her lips together. She had few fans, and their well-meaning comments were often drowned out by attacks from haters. She had always cherished them and didn’t want to drag them into pointless arguments, even turning off the comment section at one point. This peaceful atmosphere was a first for her in years.
Without hesitation, she showed her phone screen to Pei Yu, guessing that he probably didn’t understand these industry matters, and took the initiative to explain, “My agent told me to post more daily photos and interact with my fans more.”
The comments were sparse, unlike other celebrities who would receive tens of thousands of comments and likes as soon as they posted on social media. She was a bit embarrassed, “I have relatively few fans.”
Pei Yu took a brief look and said offhandedly, yet with certainty, “You’ll have more and more.”
In the afternoon, she went to the film set for shooting. Since it was a period movie, the makeup and styling were quite time-consuming. After getting ready, she and Xiaodong moved toward the filming location.
Also coming out from the makeup room was the second female lead of the crew. Her fans were waiting outside and started shouting her name excitedly and snapping photos incessantly.
Shen Zhiyi, trailing behind, saw several hands reach through the circle of bodyguards, extending colorful stationery toward her.
She looked up and met the gazes of a few young girls, “Do you want me to deliver these letters?”
As she spoke, the letters were already pushed into her arms. The girl who had passed them was squeezed to the back and shouted, “They’re letters for you!”
Shen Zhiyi paused, then heard others calling out her name.
“Zhiyi! Shen Zhiyi!”
She turned her head, and camera flashes went off in succession. The girls taking photos called out to her, “Smile! Zhiyi, give us a smile!”
Before she could grasp what was happening, Shen Zhiyi’s eyes already curved into a smile. As she walked closer, she saw more girls taking photos of her.
“Zhiyi!”
The girl with the camera smiled at her and waved non-stop, “We’re your fans!”
Shen Zhiyi remained in a daze all the way to the car. In fact, when she first signed with Huoheng Talent Agency, she had more fans than now and had organized a few fan visits. But when fans-turned-haters disrupted the events, these kinds of activities were canceled.
She had almost forgotten that she had fans willing to visit her on set.
Clutching a few thick letters and holding random snacks someone had stuffed into her arms, Shen Zhiyi asked in a daze, “Were those really my fans just now?”
“Of course, they were!”
Xiaodong smiled and took the stuff from her arms, “There were quite a few, at least a dozen, and they had support signs with your name on them.”
Shen Zhiyi felt like she was in a dream, “Did Sister Feifei arrange this? I had no idea.”
Since she never expected fans to visit the set, her filming schedule was never announced in the fan groups, and over the years, the fans probably forgot about the possibility of set visits.
She made a call to Wang Feifei, who was busy. When the matter came up, Feifei just laughed and didn’t confirm or deny it, simply saying, “There will be more of these activities in the future, and there won’t be a repeat of what happened before.”
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To make sure there were no mishaps like in the past, the fan selection was very strict. Because the event was organized so swiftly and accommodation was taken care of, the fans could come without worries.
Given the short notice, it was impressive how well things were arranged. Thankfully, the event was indeed successful. She had to admit, Secretary Qin was more capable at his job than she was as an agent.
