Chapter 319: They wanted their stars
Inside the stadium, security guards exchanged nervous glances. Some fans had already started leaving their seats, rushing toward the exits, hoping to catch the trio outside. The once-full arena now had gaps, streams of fans pouring out with their phones held high, ready to live-stream any glimpse of their idols.
The MCs tried. Oh, they tried.
One cracked a joke about his mother-in-law, the other did a silly dance. The crowd barely reacted. Someone shouted, "Sit down! We don’t care about you!" and the audience burst into laughter — not at the MCs, but at the sheer truth of it.
One bold fan even climbed onto a chair, holding a huge handmade banner that read in sparkling letters: "Hua Jing, step on me if you must, just don’t disappear again!!!"
The cameras tried not to catch it, but it was too late. Screenshots were already circulating online, making everyone laugh through their tears.
Meanwhile, the voting poll on the giant screen above the stage ticked and refreshed. Hua Jing’s name soared higher and higher, her votes multiplying faster than anyone had ever seen in Blue Awards history. Lin Qian’s fanbase, though smaller, was equally passionate — and their determination not to let their idol be overshadowed was clear in the numbers too.
Fourth place: Hua Ling.
The moment the audience noticed, they jeered.
"Fourth place?! HAHAHA, even your fake fans couldn’t save you tonight!" someone shouted, and the whole section roared in agreement.
Backstage, the organizers scrambled nervously. They hadn’t anticipated this chaos. The schedule was crumbling. The fans didn’t want awards anymore — they wanted people. They wanted their stars!
...
Inside the dimly lit room, the steam still clung to the walls like a veil. The faint fragrance of bath oils lingered in the air. Hua Jing’s bare back glowed faintly under the soft lighting as Fu Jingrong’s arms wound around her with an intensity that was almost suffocating. His long fingers pressed into her skin as though letting go even for a second would be unforgivable.
The air was heavy, ambiguous, and sweet, carrying traces of what had just transpired between them. Hua Jing’s breath was still uneven, her lashes fluttering slightly as she tried to steady herself. Fu Jingrong, however, showed no signs of restraint. He lowered his head again, capturing her lips in a kiss, then another, and another — each deeper, more possessive than the last.
Just as he was about to press yet another one onto her lips, the sharp trill of a phone rang out, shattering the moment.
Fu Jingrong’s brows furrowed instantly, his dark eyes narrowing in irritation. His aura shifted from heated passion to cold displeasure within seconds. He reached out, snatched the phone, and barked in a low, clipped tone:
"What?"
On the other end, his assistant’s anxious voice crackled through.
"President Fu! There are... there are cows outside! If you and Madam want to leave, you must use the back door immediately—"
Fu Jingrong froze.
"Cows?" He repeated slowly, his expression turning icy.
Hua Jing, who was adjusting the strap of her dress, blinked in confusion.
"Cows?" she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief.
The assistant quickly corrected himself, panicked.
"Not cows, not cows! Crowds! Crowds of fans, sir! They’ve completely blocked the exits! If you take the front gate, it’ll be impossible to leave safely!"
Fu Jingrong exhaled sharply, realization dawning in his eyes. He turned to Hua Jing, his lips pressing into a thin line.
"There are fans everywhere. They’re waiting for us. We can’t go out the front."
Hua Jing’s expression softened into understanding. She nodded slowly. The fans had been waiting a whole year — longer than she could have imagined. Though she hadn’t expected this much frenzy, it was still something that deep down she knew was inevitable.
Fu Jingrong wasted no time. His large hands swiftly helped her back into her dress, his touch gentler now, though the possessiveness lingered in his eyes. She blushed lightly but let him fuss over the zipper and the hem. He, in turn, slipped into his pristine white suit jacket, buttoning it with deliberate elegance until the commanding aura of the legendary Fu Jingrong returned in full force.
Once dressed, Hua Jing leaned over, gave him a small peck on the lips, and whispered,
"We really need to get out."
His gaze darkened instantly, and for a moment he seemed tempted to ignore her words entirely. But finally, with one last kiss pressed against her temple, he took her hand firmly in his.
The doors opened. Outside, the bodyguards were already in formation. The two were swiftly escorted through the narrow corridors until they reached the sleek black car parked in the alley. Hua Jing slipped inside, Fu Jingrong following right after her, and the door slammed shut.
The engine roared to life, and the vehicle sped forward — but almost immediately came to a halt.
Because waiting at the alley’s exit... were fans.
Hundreds of them.
The screams erupted the moment someone spotted the car.
"IT’S THEM! IT’S FU JINGRONG AND HUA JING!"
The crowd surged like a tidal wave, phones raised high, banners shaking wildly. The once-quiet alley transformed into chaos as fans pressed against each other, their cries filling the night.
Comments flew from every direction:
"Ahhhhh I saw them! I saw them inside the car!!!"
"Hua Jing, marry me instead of Fu Jingrong! He’s too controlling!"
"Fu Jingrong! Just one glance, please, just one look at me!"
"Why are you hiding, Hua Jing? We waited one whole year, don’t you know how much we missed you?!"
"Lin Qian! Where’s Lin Qian? If she’s not here, I’m leaving right now!"
"Don’t leave, don’t leave, just wave at us from the window!"
"If you don’t come out, I’ll camp here for three days straight, mark my words!"
Some fans even broke down into tears, clutching posters to their chests.
"I just wanted to see her once... is that too much to ask?!" one girl sobbed dramatically, her mascara running down her cheeks.
Another group had brought along a portable speaker, blasting one of Fu Jingrong’s old songs while they danced wildly in the middle of the blocked road, chanting his name.
And amidst the chaos, a bold male fan yelled at the top of his lungs,
"Fu Jingrong, I love you more than anyone ever could!"
Hua Jing’s lips twitched
The entire crowd burst into laughter at that, while others began chanting in unison:
"Don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t go!"
The driver, sweating bullets, looked at Fu Jingrong through the rearview mirror.
"President Fu, all exits are blocked. Even the side alleys have fans waiting... What should we do?"
