The two entered with three boxes of hot and sour noodles, just as Cui Mantong and Cui Yongsi emerged from the makeup room after finishing their makeup.
Upon seeing the items in Fang Miaomiao's hands, their eyes lit up. They abandoned Cui Yongsi and scurried towards Fang Miaomiao.
"Slow down," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile, shaking her head.
Cui Mantong took a box of hot and sour noodles and took a deep sniff. "It smells so good! Miaomiao, you have no idea. Because I have a new drama coming up, my agent tells me every day that I need to lose weight and can't eat anymore. I haven't had anything this flavorful in so long."
"I'm okay," Fang Miaomiao said, handing the second portion to Cui Yongsi. "Because you're still young, I asked the boss to make the flavor a bit milder. Can you handle it, Sisi?"
"Yes, thank you, Aunt Miaomiao."
"You're welcome."
Fang Miaomiao continued to squat on the side, eating her own second bowl.
Cui Mantong knew Fang Miaomiao had a good appetite, but she didn't expect it to be this good, two bowls of hot and sour noodles.
She organized her thoughts. "Miaomiao, it's not that I don't want you to eat. It's just so late. Eating two bowls, won't it be hard to digest tonight?"
"It's fine. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's my digestive system."
The three finished their hot and sour noodles under Wen Yanan's gaze and then went out for a long walk.
"Why is there still noise over there?" Cui Mantong estimated the time. "According to the schedule, it should have ended almost half an hour ago."
"It's probably just the staff cleaning up," Fang Miaomiao didn't think much of it. "We should hurry back too. Chen Tianming might get anxious if he can't find us."
"He deserves to be anxious. He only knows how to trick us all day long."
Although Cui Mantong said this, her footsteps unconsciously quickened.
However...
The group returned backstage.
The noise grew louder, sounding more like an argument.
Not far away, Chen Tianming was stomping his feet.
The two exchanged glances.
"Director Tianming, what's going on that's making you stomp your feet like this?" Cui Mantong teased.
"Don't even mention it." Chen Tianming managed to control his emotions slightly upon seeing them. "You guys went out for a walk?"
"Yes, Director, what's happening? Shouldn't the concert have ended by now?" Fang Miaomiao asked, confused. "And where are Senior Zhou Jiaxin and the others?"
"They're in the dressing room," Chen Tianming sighed. "We want to end it too, but we can't."
"What do you mean?"
Fang Miaomiao felt a bad premonition.
"It means that Fang Yan Huan didn't follow regulations, causing many people outside to be unable to leave, and most of them are going to miss the light rail, so they're causing trouble," Chen Huan said calmly as he walked out.
"What?" Fang Miaomiao seriously doubted if her ears were playing tricks on her. "Where is Fang Yan Huan?"
"She's been sent to the hospital."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
What was going on? They had only gone out for a stroll, at most an hour, and such a big incident had occurred.
From Chen Huan's account, after Fang Yan Huan finished singing, just as the host was about to come on stage to announce the successful conclusion of the concert, a large group of Fang Yan Huan's fans appeared from nowhere, shouting for Fang Yan Huan to come out and sing another song.
Fang Yan Huan had a massive fan base. After an emergency discussion backstage, and with Fang Yan Huan's implicit suggestion, the organizers had no choice but to agree to let Fang Yan Huan go up and sing another song.
Unexpectedly, one of the fans was a sasaeng fan. The sasaeng fan rushed onto the stage and tried to forcefully embrace Fang Yan Huan. Fang Yan Huan, terrified, fainted on the spot.
The scene descended into chaos due to this incident. By the time everything was sorted out, the last light rail train had already departed.
Now, a large number of tourists were outside, clamoring for the amusement park to provide an explanation.
After hearing this, Cui Mantong's mouth twitched. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
"The person in charge of the amusement park is in a frenzy. We are also using our connections to see if we can find some buses to take the tourists to the city center," Chen Tianming said with a headache.
These were all remedial measures. He knew clearly that the amusement park's concert had been ruined by a sasaeng fan and their show.
"This... it's not your fault."
Fang Miaomiao frowned. No one expected a sasaeng fan. Indeed, whether it was in her previous world or this one, sasaeng fans were the most detestable existence.
Cui Mantong also looked displeased. Just as she was about to say something, a phone ringtone sounded.
"Who is it?"
Chen Tianming took out his phone.
The caller ID read "Big Investor."
Chen Tianming's dejected expression instantly vanished. His savior was here.
With this thought, Chen Tianming gave them a look, his mood lifted, and with a hint of fawning, he answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Is Miaomiao with you?"
"Yes."
"Please ask the director to hand the phone to Miaomiao. As for the tourist situation, don't worry. August Hotel has already sent buses. The tourists can stay at August Hotel for one night for free."
"Thank you, thank you."
Chen Tianming handed the phone to Fang Miaomiao and immediately went to find the person in charge.
Fang Miaomiao held the phone inexplicably, looking at the large characters "Big Investor" on the screen. The answer was obvious.
She put the phone to her ear.
Listening to the breathing on the other end.
"Wen Zhiyan?"
"I'm here."
The deep, pleasant voice made Fang Miaomiao's lips curl into a smile. "You helped?"
"Anything related to you, it's what I should do. Miaomiao, don't worry. October Hotel in K City has sent people to pick you up. You'll all stay at October Hotel then."
"You're raising the hotel standard for us without permission. Aren't you afraid Director Tianming will come after you?"
Wen Zhiyan's brow furrowed slightly. "He wouldn't dare. I'm his investor."
"Then you're really something."
"Thank you for the compliment, Miaomiao. I will continue to work hard."
Fang Miaomiao met Cui Mantong's teasing smile and sheepishly touched her nose. "Thank you. Um, I'll hang up now."
"Okay, goodbye, Miaomiao."
After hanging up, Cui Mantong couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Oh la la, who was on the phone?"
"Don't tease," Fang Miaomiao said, half-laughing, half-crying.
"We're not teasing. Comrade Miaomiao, do you know your ears turn red when you're shy?"
"Aunt Miaomiao, it's not just your ears, your cheeks are also very red," Wu Yueyuan said with a smile.
"Cough, cough." Fang Miaomiao composed herself and decisively changed the subject. "Wen Yanan's father said cars are coming to pick us up. We'll get in the car and head to October Hotel later."
"Ahhh, as expected, Miaomiao's husband is the most amazing."
Cui Mantong had always known about Miaomiao's husband, Wen Zhiyan. After all, her own conceited self had never admired anyone, but Wen Zhiyan was an exception.
Too bad he was disabled, and rumored to be disfigured. Though she hadn't seen it herself.