Chapter Seventy-Five: Awkwardness

Jiang Hu reached out and clasped Mo Nian Nian’s hand tightly, his eyes growing deeper with longing. “Master…”

Mo Nian Nian remained silent.

“I still can’t bear to part with you,” Jiang Hu’s aged face was filled with reluctance and yearning.

He forced himself to hold onto his last breath. “If… if there’s a next life, I want to meet you again.”

“That’s enough, I don’t want to run into you again,” she replied.

Jiang Hu’s grip on her hand tightened, his pupils contracting as he struggled to speak, finally coughing up blood in his desperation.

Mo Nian Nian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

Jiang Hu looked a little dejected. “Master, you truly are heartless.”

“You’ve known that since the first day,” she said.

Time had left only faint marks on Mo Nian Nian, granting her an unparalleled charm.

Jiang Hu summoned his courage, holding her with all his might. “It’s… it’s alright… I’ll go and find you… I will definitely find you again.”

He pressed close to her ear and whispered his final words, “Master… you must wait for me.”

[Male lead’s malice value -1, current malice value 0.]

[Task complete. Would the host like to leave the small world immediately?]

Mo Nian Nian glanced at Jiang Hu for a moment. [Yes.]

[Please prepare yourself, host. You are about to leave the small world.]

A wave of dizziness swept over Mo Nian Nian, and in just a short moment, she arrived in the next small world.

Before she could open her eyes, a barrage of shrill voices exploded in her ears.

“Ahhh! Brother is so handsome!!!”

“Brother, I’m willing! Please come to me!”

“Move aside! Brother is mine!!! Brother, look at me!!”

“Ah! I’m dead! Brother is the handsomest!!!”

“I want to be a fish in brother’s pond!”

“I’ll go crazy for brother, mad for brother, bang my head against the wall for brother!”

The cacophony of screams seemed enough to shatter her eardrums.

At that moment, the person beside her tugged at her, shouting deafeningly, “Nian Nian, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me brother stole your soul.”

With that, the person shoved a support stick into Mo Nian Nian’s hand. “Quick, Nian Nian! We can’t waste such a good opportunity!”

“Ahhh! Brother, look at me!” came another scream.

Mo Nian Nian was stunned, looking up to see a crowd of nearly frenzied fans.

As the figure on stage moved, the cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

Her seat was quite good; she could easily see the person on stage.

In that instant, Mo Nian Nian was even more dumbfounded.

She tugged at her companion’s sleeve and asked, expressionless, “Who is he?”

Her companion looked at her as if she were a fool. “Nian Nian, are you alright? Oh, I get it, you’re playing a new routine, aren’t you?”

With dramatic flair, her companion shouted, “That’s your husband! Jiang Hu!”

Mo Nian Nian: “….”

Wonderful, it was that bothersome guy again.

Suddenly, the venue fell silent, leaving only her companion’s voice, which seemed awkwardly out of place.

In an instant, all eyes turned toward her.

A major social mortification; Mo Nian Nian wished she could start over in another small world.

Jiang Hu, shining onstage, glanced over. The hair on his forehead was slightly damp, and he smiled. “Looks like we have a passionate fan. Why don’t you come up on stage?”

He had just finished a dance, breathing lightly, his breath amplified through the microphone, sparking another round of cheers.

Her shrieking chicken of a friend beside her started yelling again, “Ahhh! Nian Nian, go up! Quickly!”

Jiang Hu chuckled softly. “Let’s welcome this little fan to the stage with a round of applause.”

The surging screams and envious voices around her made Mo Nian Nian even more uncomfortable.

She forced herself to stay calm. “Sorry, I’m not your fan.”

She’d sooner strangle this guy if she could. Why was he so persistent, following her again?

In the last small world, thanks to him, she’d spent decades; would it be the same this time? Mo Nian Nian felt anxious.

No sooner had she spoken than a burst of laughter erupted around her.

The spotlight landed perfectly on her.

Mo Nian Nian’s hair was dyed Jiang Hu’s support pink, her face covered with his stickers, and everything in her hands was endorsed by Jiang Hu.

Even her top was a gift from the studio to the fan with the highest club points at the last event.

“Looks like we have a shy fan,” Jiang Hu laughed again, reaching out and bending slightly. “Come on, my little cutie.”

His words triggered another wave of cheers.

Things had come this far; there was no way for Mo Nian Nian to avoid going on stage.

Her shrieking chicken friend kept pushing her.

Mo Nian Nian took a deep breath and marched onto the stage, resolute and proud.

She would meet any challenge head-on; she refused to stumble into the same pit three times!

Jiang Hu noticed her outfit, his smile growing more meaningful. “I thought you were one of my old fans.”

He held the microphone, standing a little over a meter away. “Does my little cutie want me to grant a wish?”

“I want to sleep with brother! I want to have his babies! I want to die on his abs! I want to swim in his collarbones!!”

The fans below were even more excited than Mo Nian Nian, and she worried some of them might actually faint.

She finally looked up at Jiang Hu, and it confirmed her suspicions—it was him, that scoundrel.

Perhaps it was the lighting or makeup, but Jiang Hu in this small world looked even more handsome, radiating brilliance just by standing on stage.

If possible, Mo Nian Nian wished he’d stay as far away from her as he could.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen. With a forced smile, she said, “Why not sing a song?”

Jiang Hu was momentarily surprised; he hadn’t expected such a simple request, but then he smiled. “So what does my little cutie want to hear?”

Sickeningly greasy—so greasy it made her cringe.

Mo Nian Nian silently critiqued him, and without batting an eye, she answered, “Two Little Tigers.”

Jiang Hu nearly lost his composure. “Are you sure?”

Mo Nian Nian nodded nonchalantly.

Under everyone’s strange gaze, Jiang Hu sang the entire “Two Little Tigers.”

His voice was low and alluring; even the simplest song took on a unique flavor when he sang it.

He was about to ask if she had any other requests, but saw Mo Nian Nian leaving without hesitation.

She dodged him with a skill surpassing any anti-fan.

Afterward, Jiang Hu called two more fans up, the atmosphere heating up with each round.

Mo Nian Nian wanted to leave early and check with the system about this small world’s situation.

Unfortunately, her shrieking chicken friend grabbed her, and she was surrounded by fans hoping to catch some luck.

If she tried to force her way out, she might cause a stampede, so she had no choice but to wait quietly for the concert to end.