Chapter 140

  The press conference was held on the 47th floor of the venue.

  Imagine the fans standing outside waiting, using their mobile phones' 4G network to watch the live broadcast, getting all excited and pumped up, when suddenly this huge thing falls from the sky, and before they can even lift their heads to see what it looks like, it has already smashed onto the ground and turned into a meat pancake.

  The difference between reality and TV dramas is that in TV dramas, the most you'll see when someone jumps off a building is the main character lying on the ground with a small puddle of blood slowly seeping out to indicate death. In reality, it's a 47-story high-rise, enough to smash anything into oblivion. A perfectly fine person can have their brains splattered and flesh mangled in plain sight... People who witnessed the scene afterwards said with lingering fear: It was like seeing a watermelon smashed to the ground, a loud "bang", red stuff splattering everywhere, and then nothing was left.

  After a few seconds of deathly silence, people suddenly fell into panic when they realized what had happened. The scene quickly became chaotic, with some retreating, others screaming, and still others being scared stiff on the spot, only to be knocked down by the rapidly retreating crowd. When the scene inside finally calmed down, it was discovered that almost all of the journalists who were originally sitting in their seats had grabbed their cameras and run out: someone had jumped off a building at Yuan Yidan's coming-out press conference. This earth-shattering move was undoubtedly a piece of great news for them - a buy-one-get-one-free deal.

  Yes, in this case, people almost subconsciously put the person who jumped off the building into the "crazy Yuan Jianyan fan couldn't take the stimulation and jumped off the building on the spot" team. Some fans who were already very emotional saw the tragic scene and burst into tears on the spot, and such emotions quickly infected the surrounding people, and the atmosphere outside the venue soon became quite eerie.

  The fans who were originally waiting outside the venue stood behind in a state of panic, while those standing at the front of the crowd were actually some brave reporters. They held up their cameras and snapped away, taking pictures of the body before turning around to take pictures of the crying fans. The telephoto lens almost poked into the faces of passersby to zoom in for a close-up shot, as if they wouldn't even spare people's wet pores. Meanwhile, more cunning reporters, eager to scoop the headlines, couldn't wait to use their SLR cameras to take pictures and then upload them. Instead, they chose to directly take photos with their mobile phones and send them back to the company for editing.

  Thanks to the advanced modern communication technology, in about ten minutes, almost everyone using the internet across the country knew the news - Weibo headlines, WeChat and QQ news clients automatically pushed it out, so even people not at the scene saw the mosaic-covered bloody scene and tearful fans of Yuan Yechen.

  Fang Yu's face looked terrible as he walked back from outside, telling the young man with black hair who was already waiting in the back: "It's chaotic out there now, and the parking lot behind us is also blocked by reporters. If you go out now, it might cause trouble. Let's wait a bit, I'll get the company to send more people over."

  "Oh," Jianran shook the phone in his hand, lowered his head and read expressionlessly, "Two minutes ago, a breaking news from Xinwen News Agency, 'Reporter Jianran admits to being gay at a press conference, an unidentified person jumped from the 47th floor outside the venue' — two minutes ago Weibo post, now forwarded 10,000 times."

  Then Fang Yu's face turned even uglier, he took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at it for a few moments. When he saw the jumper's photo and the calm fan's crying photo placed together in the same news report, he loudly cursed and smashed his phone on the spot: The person who posted this news was very clever, they didn't directly explain what kind of person that unidentified person was, but just put their photos together, and people would subconsciously think that two possibly unrelated events were one thing.

  Suddenly coming out of the closet, there are excited fans jumping off buildings.

  Look, the whole logic looks so reasonable.

  Sitting in his seat, the staff behind him were busy with their feet off the ground, everyone was busy making phone calls to prepare for the upcoming tricky situation. The whole scene had only one person sitting there, staring blankly, and at this moment, he was indeed completely brain-dead, his mind filled with the few pictures from the news he saw earlier, unable to calm down and think clearly about the current situation...

  Because Jian Ran is very clear that if "fans jumping off buildings because of a star coming out" were true, it would bring about severe consequences.

  If a star comes out, and it's just about announcing their sexual orientation, the worst that can happen is that their future career will be affected, they might lose popularity, or they might not get any work for a while. These are all things that they would have already anticipated and mentally prepared themselves for. However, if a star coming out leads to fans jumping off buildings and dying, then it's no longer just about the fan's extreme personal behavior, but also about how the idol has failed to set a good example, causing young people to lose their way, neglect their duties, and ultimately sacrifice their lives, resulting in severe social consequences.

  Really caught such a typical one, then waiting quietly can only be thoroughly sealed off.

  He took a look at his phone, and as expected, the news had been forwarded over 100,000 times. The comments below were either expressing shock or regret, with many saying ——

  "It's just liking a celebrity, no need to be so desperate, a good life, alas, has become what it is now."

  "Although I want to say this is a brain-dead behavior, but still let it go, the dead are more important."

  "This is crazy! What does it have to do with you if someone comes out of the closet? Even if they don't come out, they still wouldn't be with you, why can't you understand that?"

  "So this is Yuan Jinyan showing off affection at the coming-out scene and jumping to conclusions? ……Yuan Jinyan is really a ffff team spy."

  There are only a few comments saying "My friend was at the scene, and there's no way to confirm who that person is. How did you guys determine he's a Yuan Yechen fan?" However, such comments get lost in the tens of thousands of rapidly refreshing comments, with little effect. At most, they get a few dozen likes before being quickly washed away.

  He knew that the people commenting didn't have any malicious intentions, they were just passing by to watch the commotion, and some of them were even talking to him directly - but their unintentional act of judging this person as "Yuan Jianyan's fan" was undoubtedly a betrayal. Jianyan found it extremely clumsy and wanted to switch to his small account to brush up on the comments and enlarge the team that said "the deceased's identity has not been confirmed", but when his finger pointed to switch accounts, he thought about it and ultimately didn't click. He tossed his phone onto the dresser with some annoyance and messed up his hair a bit.

  "What's going on outside?" Jian Ran asked Fang Yu behind him.

  "The police have arrived." Fang Yu said without lifting his head, "But there are more and more people outside. Apart from the jumping incident, the media and onlookers who didn't arrive earlier all came running over. The scene outside is packed to the point of bursting, I'll just book a room for you here so you can stay overnight——"

  "What the...?! Someone just jumped from this building and landed like that at the entrance, I can tell how miserable it is even with mosaic - you want me to stay here tonight directly?!" Zhen Ran's face was full of shock as he stood up straight from his chair, "Even if I'm really going to be killed next, I haven't had time to die yet, do I have to be so miserable?"

  It was probably because of her slightly loud voice that the originally chaotic backstage makeup room fell into a brief silence.

  He let out a loud roar, and Fang Yu was stunned for a moment. Earlier, he had made the decision in a flurry, but now that Jian Ran mentioned it, he realized that he had forgotten about this aspect. Indeed, considering this, the arrangement was not very appropriate. Just as the agent was about to apologize, he suddenly heard a long sigh coming from beside him. Turning his head, he saw that the young man with black hair, who had been full of anger just a second ago, was now looking up at the ceiling with his hands in his pockets, and then heavily sat back down in his seat. After a moment of silence, he looked very tired and waved his hand, saying: "Forget it, if we can't go out, there's nothing we can do... this isn't your fault... sorry."

  Fang Yu blinked his eyes, and he never thought that this matter would turn out to be Jian Ran taking the initiative to apologize.

  Looking at the face that was extremely pale due to lack of sleep and exhaustion, Fang Yu suddenly felt a pang in his heart, feeling wronged on Jian Yan's behalf while also burning with inexplicable anger in his chest - he didn't even know who this anger should be directed at. Was it towards those unscrupulous media outlets that only knew how to use sensationalism to manipulate public opinion without caring about the consequences for celebrities? Or was it towards that mysterious person who suddenly jumped off the building during someone else's press conference?... or perhaps he should blame the people around him, including himself, for pushing Jian Yan to a point where he had no choice but to come out of the closet?

  "Don't think too much, he's not necessarily your fan."

  “……”

  He smiled wryly, thinking that it was possible, but he also knew that the possibility was extremely low: who would jump off a building at a celebrity's press conference for no reason? What kind of antisocial personality disorder would someone have to have to do something so crazy?

  In a room of silence.

  Frowning and lowering his voice, he asked the life assistant if he had brought any cooling oil, his temples were throbbing.

  At this time, they could clearly hear the sound of police sirens and reporters' chatter outside the window. Suddenly, something else happened, and a burst of noise erupted from the crowd outside, as if the reporters had seen something that made them explode... Jian Yan listened to the noise with growing annoyance, frowning and calling for someone to close the window, not wanting to hear it anymore. The staff member who was called by name was also in a state of being pressed, nodding and running to close the window. After closing the window, Jian Yan asked him what was going on outside again. He thought for a long time before saying: "So many people, so many cars."

  She shut her mouth tightly, and Fang Yu's eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

  The next period of time was spent in a hellish manner, with every second feeling like an eternity.

  He thought of casually grabbing his phone to pass the time, but as soon as he unlocked it and saw the internet icon and Weibo icon, he felt like vomiting.

  WeChat was blowing up with messages one after another, all asking if he's okay and what happened.

  After some thought, he directly turned off his phone and stood up from his seat, pacing around the room like a caged beast. Just as he was getting frustrated to the point where he felt that maybe the next person to jump from the 47th floor would be himself, the door of the dressing room was suddenly pushed open with great force from the outside!

  That loud noise scared him, and he turned around ready to scold someone. But when he looked up, he found that the person who had just walked in from outside was actually Jiang Chuan, who should be staying at home at this time - At this moment, the man was still wearing loose home clothes and large pants, his hair was still wet, and on his feet were... bathroom slippers.

  In short, it is utterly unimpressive.

  He stood there, staring at Jiang Chuan with a dull expression, as if he was extremely suspicious that he had hallucinated. However, before he could ask "What are you doing here?", the man had already taken three steps forward and grabbed his wrist with a warm, dry hand, pulling him towards himself, saying simply: "Let's go, the road is clear."

  "What...?"

  Is the road open?

  Didn't you just say something about "water doesn't get through"?

  Suddenly, Jiang Chuan was directly grabbed and taken away by someone who descended from the sky without saying a word. The speed was so fast that no one in the scene had time to react to what happened until the two figures disappeared outside the door. Only then did Fang Yu exclaim "Ah" and slap his forehead as he hastily followed them out, running all the way to the parking lot. It wasn't until then that he discovered the entire parking lot was filled with black sedans and men in black uniforms on a massive scale...

  It's already exaggerated to the point where it's breathtaking.

  In the middle of a certain car, Jiang Chuan had already stuffed the young black-haired man into the car. Fang Yu hastily followed and slipped onto the passenger seat, sat down firmly, and heard the rear door being slammed shut - Fang Yu turned his head to find that the driver was Jiang Chuan's foreign friend, whose name was Fein or something, and as soon as everyone got in, he directly turned the steering wheel and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

  The outside has been cleared, and the reporters who still wanted to take pictures and the rioting crowd have been suppressed by the police and the people brought by Jiang Chuan. The crowd that was so dense that not even a fly could fly out was suddenly torn open, revealing a road - dozens of black sedans lined up in a row from the parking lot, reporters holding cameras stared blankly at the crowd: every car looked the same, they had no idea who to take pictures of, nor did they know which car Yuan Jinyan was in.

  There is no celebrity who can avoid such a big fuss.

  Looking out the window at the crowd that was gradually moving away, as well as the flashing lights that only made him feel panicked at this time, he turned his head to look at Jiang Chuan who was sitting beside him with a blank expression. Before he could even get excited about the fact that the man had descended from heaven like a god to save him, he simply asked in confusion: "Where are we going now?"

  "Airport." Jiang Chuan grasped Jian Ran's hand and placed it on his thigh, his slender fingertips scratching the other's palm in a careless manner, "The family members' tickets are also booked, don't worry, come home with me."