Chapter 50: Prime Location?

Shen Mingxuan winked at Shi Qingqing, his eyes deep and captivating, carrying a magnetic allure that seemed almost magical. Especially when he winked with just one eye, his charm was unleashed to its fullest, the flirtation off the charts—surpassing all previous records.

He had once conquered the hearts of countless young women with this very move.

But when he tried it on Shi Qingqing, she simply replied, “Is something wrong with your eye? If it’s uncomfortable, just get some eye drops. Excuse me…”

Shen Mingxuan’s sunny-boy smile finally faltered.

Was she serious?

He gritted his teeth. Well, it was fine if she wasn't a fan. In fact, that was exactly what he wanted—someone who wasn’t starstruck. If Shi Qingqing were a crazed fan, she would’ve already screamed and blown his cover. The thought comforted Shen Mingxuan.

“Wait, little girl, I need your help. There are reporters outside, blocking me in. Could you cover for me and help me slip out?” he pleaded.

Mega-celebrities were always public figures, prone to sudden mobs and being surrounded. Shi Qingqing understood that, but—

“Heh, King Shen, you must be joking. I’m just an ordinary high school student. I can’t help you. I have things to do, so I’ll be on my way.”

She wasn’t one to meddle, and the idea of sharing some secret encounter with a superstar left her entirely unmoved.

She’d even coldly rejected Zhan Su before—was there anyone she couldn’t turn down?

Ugh! There it was again—thinking of Zhan Su. If she let her mind wander to him again, she swore she’d slap herself.

This changing room was so cramped, with just the two of them—it felt inappropriate. She’d already shown patience out of gratitude for the red packet he’d sent her, but she really didn’t have time to waste on him now.

Shen Mingxuan being mobbed? Fans blocking his escape? What did that have to do with her?

Sorry, she had to hurry home to snatch red packets.

Just as she moved to leave, Shen Mingxuan grabbed her arm. “Why are you like this, little girl? I picked you because I liked your face. Tell me—what will it take for you to help me?”

Shi Qingqing considered. There were so many people in the store, yet he’d singled her out. Likely, it was because she’d just used an affinity item.

Damn it!

She was caught in the crossfire for nothing—the affinity item must have had an area effect.

She never expected to attract such a superstar-sized headache.

Shi Qingqing probed, “How about you write me a check for five figures?”

Shen Mingxuan’s face fell again. “Talking about money is so tacky! Besides, a sweet little angel like you asking for cash—it just doesn’t fit your image.”

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to pay, but if money changed hands, where would that leave his charm? And five figures—did she think he was robbing a bank?

Shi Qingqing turned to leave again.

Shen Mingxuan quickly produced two concert tickets. “These are for my concert at the Imperial Capital Theater next month. You know my shows—tens of thousands in the audience, a sea of fans. These are front-row, golden seats…”

Shi Qingqing’s eyes lit up. Golden seats?

She vaguely remembered Zhang Xiaotu mentioning Shen Mingxuan’s concert next month—the tickets had sold out ages ago. Anyone wanting one had to find a scalper, and the coveted front-row golden seats were going for tens of thousands apiece on the black market.

She’d only wanted to scare Shen Mingxuan off with her five-figure check request, not actually get dragged into trouble.