Chapter 595: 595, Passed out from the public display of affection (four more updates)

Chu Chen delivered a stinging remark, "You’re so witty, how come you’re still single?"

Ji Mingqian, "..."

What had his single status ever done to anyone?

He suddenly stood up, "Ajiu, weren’t you guys going shopping? I’ll come with you."

He certainly didn’t want to stay with Chu Chen, Mr. Poison Tongue.

It was just too heartbreaking.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips curled up playfully, "Are you paying?"

"If I have to pay, I’ll pay." Ji Mingqian patted his chest and said generously, "I’m loaded."

Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan exchanged a look, the curves on their lips matching perfectly.

Of course, they couldn’t pass up a free ATM.

...

In Country M.

On the bright green lawn, the second baby chased after a ball, running to and fro.

Not far away, Jiang Yisheng was tucked under a parasol reading a book, occasionally sipping coffee.

Suddenly, a ringtone played softly.

Jiang Yisheng’s gaze shifted from the phone, reaching out to grab it.

The caller ID—Wen Rang.

His heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ji Mingqian was up to his old tricks again?

It wasn’t strange for him to think that way, considering almost every recent call from Wen Rang pertained to some situation caused by Ji Mingqian, almost giving him a psychological shadow.

He swiped to answer, "Wen Rang, what’s up with the unexpected call?"

"Yisheng, have you checked Weibo in the last couple of days?" Wen Rang started cautiously.

At the mention of "Weibo," Jiang Yisheng’s expression shifted slightly.

He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his voice carrying a hint of resignation, "Please don’t tell me Ji Mingqian posted on Weibo again."

If that was the case, he would seriously consider grabbing a knife and settling the score with Ji Mingqian.

"No, no." Sensing the gritted teeth behind his words, Wen Rang quickly clarified.

"Aqian didn’t post on Weibo. It’s just that the fans of both your households have started fighting, especially in the past couple of days; it’s gotten rather nasty."

Jiang Yisheng was somewhat stunned, "What did you say?"

His fans were fighting with Ji Mingqian’s fans?

Is that the meaning?

Knowing that he was often out of touch with these circles, Wen Rang patiently explained, "It’s about the couple of Weibo posts Aqian made recently that were related to you, which incited some of your fans’ displeasure. They’re saying Aqian is leeching off your popularity, among other very unpleasant accusations."

Ji Mingqian usually posted so rarely on Weibo; his recent frequent activity, always somehow linked to Jiang Yisheng, coupled with their dining out being constantly captured by fans, had stirred the ire of some die-hard fans. They complained that Ji Mingqian was leeching off Yisheng’s popularity, with their remarks growing increasingly vitriolic.

He had also discussed this issue with Chen Xin, thinking it best to notify the individuals involved first before looking for a solution.

Jiang Yisheng frowned, "They’re cursing Ji Mingqian?"

Wen Rang gave a confirmatory hum.

A silence fell on the phone line before Jiang Yisheng relaxed his brow and said in a soft tone, "Don’t bother with it."

Although he had never encountered such a situation before, he knew that the more you engaged with these issues, the more troublesome they became.

"But if it continues like this, I’m afraid it won’t be easy to handle, given the sheer fame of you both," Wen Rang said with concern.

If it were anyone else, a bit of a fuss and then quiet, but not for him and Ji Mingqian. Both of them were megastars; further escalation would only cause the situation to snowball.

Jiang Yisheng’s gaze turned slightly somber, his lips pressed into a firm line.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with the madness of fans.

But with Ji Mingqian involved, could he truly ignore it?

Knowing he was deep in thought, Wen Rang didn’t rush him, waiting for his decision.

After a while, Jiang Yisheng looked towards the distant running figure of the second baby and narrowed his eyes, "Let’s wait and see. If those people still refuse to calm down after two days, then..."

A bad premonition suddenly struck Wen Rang, "Then what?"

"Disband the fan club."

Once the words were spoken, Jiang Yisheng felt an immense sense of relief.

Being cursed didn’t bother him too much.

But when it involved that person,

He wouldn’t allow it.

On the other end of the line, Wen Rang felt like he had been struck by lightning, nearly dropping his phone in shock.

Disband the fan club?

Could he stop being so nonchalant about it?

He found his voice and urged urgently, "Yisheng, think it through; this isn’t something to joke about."

"Don’t worry, I’ve thought it through." Having made his decision, Jiang Yisheng spoke with a lighter tone.

Wen Rang let out a heavy sigh, "If you announce this decision now, what about your concert?"

If it led to a mass exodus of fans, what would he do?

The sigh echoed in his ears, and Jiang Yisheng’s lips curled into a small smile, "If it comes to it, I just won’t have one."

"..."

His heart couldn’t take the continuous barrage of shocks.

Could he stop scaring him like that?

"Do as I said, and I’ll take the heat," Jiang Yisheng said softly.

Wen Rang was dazed for a moment before a bitter smile surfaced on his face.

He certainly had the ability to bear the burden, but Wen Rang felt heartache at the thought of gambling his career on this.

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Yisheng hummed lightly in affirmation. If it meant stepping away from the circle because of this issue, he was indifferent. After all, he had only ever cared about the music; the rest was trivial.

"Alright, I got it," Wen Rang replied with resignation.

"Anything else?"

"I originally wanted to discuss the upcoming concert with you, but it seems we should settle this matter first," Wen Rang said.

Jiang Yisheng chuckled, "Then I’ll leave it to you."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yisheng put it down and looked off into the distance, his eyes seeming to lose focus.

Trading the fan club for a bit of peace for that person was a pretty fair exchange.

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International Shopping Center 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

In the baby toy section, Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan strolled leisurely.

Not too far behind them, Ji Mingqian pushed a shopping cart, casually glancing at the merchandise on the shelves.

Ye Jiuliang suddenly turned to see him fiddling with a small bowl and teased with a smile, "Aqian, if you like it, you could buy one for yourself too."

"Is it only for you to look at?" Ji Mingqian put down the small bowl, glanced at them sidelong, and blurted out, "Can’t I buy it for the second baby?"

As soon as he spoke, he himself felt it strange.

He could only blame it on being dizzied by their couple’s constant public displays of affection, which led him to speak without thinking and even drag the second baby into it.