On the way back the fans were frightened and kept whispering in her ear.

Soong Chuyi looked at the car window, feeling uneasy.

Although Hsu Youfeng's descent might have been a coincidence, she didn't need to take it too seriously. The reason Soong Chuyi was so silent was because the countdown on the lower right had stopped at some point.

The last time, it was the same. Soong Chuyi wondered if it was because of the city or because Hsu Youfeng was in the city.

The little fans' attention was all on the group. When they saw Soong Chuyi distracted, they comforted her and told her not to worry. Hsu Youfeng was definitely fine.

The two of them left the station. They did not choose to ride in the same car and parted ways with a wave of their hands.

Soong Chuyi watched carefully. The countdown continued until she fell asleep. A new day had to be worked out properly. Glancing at the data that had returned to normal, she let out a light sigh.

Hsu Youfeng, this little handsome star has to be chased.

Soong Chuyi's heart ached when she thought of her purse, which was not even as thick as a brick. The heavens had really treated her well. If they could, they would have arranged for her to be the female lead.

Fortunately, the new job gave Soong Chuyi unlimited motivation. Although the work she was doing was different from what she had done in the office, and there were a lot of things to worry about, at least it wasn't as boring as it used to be.

On June 2 there was a red-carpeted show. Their new sign could not customize gowns for famous stars, but the supporting actresses did.

The online brand had been advertised, and there were also a few original designs being produced. The female artistes who had made appointments in a few days would personally come to the studio to measure the size.

Soong Chuyi would draw her script and finish all the lists in line when she had free time. She would not take new ones until the summer vacation, and she had to squeeze out of her time of relaxation to chase after Hsu Youfeng's star. She spent the whole of May very enrichingly.

Soong's mother kept calling and harassing her during this period. Soong Chuyi had no choice but to return to H City. She handed in part of her salary and received Soong's mother's warm hospitality. Seeing that she was the only one in the house who did not fit in, Soong Chuyi felt tired again. She really wanted to leave this place.

But blood ties could not be severed. Even if no one in this family liked her, soong Chuyi's heart was bound by thousands of threads.

The house her stepfather had bought was three bedrooms and one bedroom. Soong Chuyi had had her own room when she was still in high school. After school, her younger brother had taken over her bedroom. Soong Chuyi didn't mind the smallest bedroom when she came back from school, but when she came back this time, she suddenly found that she didn't even have the smallest bedroom.

"You're leaving tomorrow, anyway, so you might as well make do on the couch tonight."

Soong's mother ignored Soong Chuyi's feelings and told her brother that there was a blanket in his room. Soong Chuyi knew that the small bedroom at home had been used as a utility room.

Soong Chuyi's nose suddenly turned sour when she heard Soong's mother's disapproving words. The old saying was true. If there was a father, there would be a stepmother.

"I won't stay tonight."

Soong Chuyi picked up her backpack. When Soong's mother saw this, her gentle image was torn apart, and she shouted that Soong Chuyi was insensible, that her family was like this, and that she had learned bad things from the city people.

With her back to Soong's mother, her ears were filled with knives, stabbing holes in her heart one after another. Soong Chuyi finally couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

It wasn't that she didn't like sleeping on the sofa, but Soong's mother's attitude. She came back every year, and if the room was occupied, she could sleep on the sofa for a few nights.

But after she left, Soong's mother's bed disappeared, and something was piled up in the small bedroom. What made her stand out was her brother's scattered toys, which meant that she wouldn't be able to come back. If it wasn't for the money, Soong's mother wouldn't care about her at all.

Opening the door, she quickly walked out. Soong Chuyi rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

Sometimes, Soong Chuyi would wonder if she was really her biological daughter.

Soong Chuyi felt that Soong's mother loved her. It was just that it was not easy for a single mother to raise her daughter, so Soong's mother especially hoped that her daughter would become talented. Soong Chuyi was not without resentment for being too strict in her education.

She didn't have a very romantic childhood, although she envied the fact that everyone had friends who could visit after school. Soong Chuyi didn't complain.

As she grew up, Soong Chuyi realized how low she felt because her family was not rich. What she missed was only a regret at the time. It was good to be independent. When she made money, she would not be reluctant to buy a beautiful dress, but she lost it again and again.

In college, Soong Chuyi was lucky enough to catch the eye of a new Chinese clothing store owner. She made a small profit by making an appointment with a draft design of a dress that came up to her chest, and the store owner sent Soong Chuyi the first batch of dresses as gifts.

There was no girl in Soong Chuyi's school who didn't care for her looks. There were a lot of people in Soong Chuyi's school who liked Chinese clothes.

Who would have thought that Soong's mother would come to school at that time and accuse her of spending money recklessly in front of everyone in the dormitory, dressed like an actress? Soong Chuyi could not help but explain to her that the Chinese costume was not a costume, but Soong's mother scolded Soong Chuyi angrily that Soong Chuyi had a bad temper and dared to talk back to her. It must be because she had gone to college.

Soong Chuyi wasn't the only one who felt embarrassed at that moment. She had such an unreasonable mother, and the girls in the dormitory had quietly expelled her from the circle. There were also bad rumors about her in the class, saying that she was a country bumpkin and that she had no good friends.

Soong Chuyi, who had originally wanted to join the circle, no longer dared to wear Han clothing. The girls who didn't get along with her would imitate Soong's mother's tone and say sarcastically that she was like an actress.

Soong Chuyi did not get a ticket for the night. After feeling wronged, she walked down the street and looked at the lights of all colors. Exhaustion crept between her eyebrows.

Soong Chuyi had woken up early because of her physiological alarm clock. She had put on light makeup before going out to breakfast, covering her puffy eyes. Her phone was quiet, and even when she left in a huff, there was no call or news from home.

Biting the bun, Soong Chuyi climbed onto Weibo and used her alternate account to type a message. Then she saw that Hsu Youfeng had updated the status.

As a fan, Soong Chuyi had to do her job. Soong Chuyi congratulated him in a cute tone as she followed the trend. She turned her head to look at the little video about Hsu Youfeng.

As soon as the news of the end of the movie spread, there were fan groups in the group who wondered if they should go to the airport to pick him up. Hsu Youfeng would definitely come back from the city.

The president of the fan club did not organize such a small activity and would not stop it. He just kept an eye on the group at all times and told Hsu Youfeng's team that after getting the approval, he would tell the fans in the group not to run around. Even if they wanted to meet their brother, they had to be civilized and rational fans.

In fact, there were very few fans in the group. There were only about 1,700 people in the group, and usually, there were only four or five hundred people who could shout. Even so, everyone loved Hsu Youfeng. Even if there were only a few people, they would not want to miss the opportunity to meet their idol.