The large stadium had formed an odd ring of people. Centered around Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer's seats, many were lining up, anxiously waiting for something.
"I want one, I want one! Give me an autograph, please!"
"Me too! I'll give a hundred, please sign for me!"
"..."
Gu Xiaoer was collecting money while passing the fans' postcards to Han Luoli.
Actually, the fans wanted to hand them over themselves, even just saying a word to the domineering male idol would suffice. But the idol wouldn't even give them a glance, let alone take their postcards for an autograph.
Not daring to get closer, they could only look from afar, placing their hopes on the girl collecting the money.
Busy as a bee, Gu Xiaoer's forehead was dotted with sweat, her cheeks rosy. Even so, she was tireless, her big eyes sparkling, imagining thick wads of cash flying through her mind.
After handing over an autograph book, she'd squint her eyes at the man busily writing: Look, aren't I an expert at making money! With me as your thrifty fiancée, you're making a fortune, Han Luoli!
"Next!" The girl's voice was crisp.
"Um, I'll give five hundred, could the gentleman sign this for me?" At that moment, a woman in her thirties, slightly plump, came forward, holding out her T-shirt and full of hope.
Han Luoli turned his head sideways, giving a faint glance. The already unpleasing look on his face immediately darkened.
Seeing this, Gu Xiaoer frowned. Lady, if you want an autograph, at least choose a proper spot. Signing on the front of a shirt, my man might be willing, but I'm not!
"No autographs." The man's indifferent voice rang out, gravely solemn. If not for making Gu Xiaoer happy, would he carelessly hand out his autograph, worth billions?
"Right, no more autographs!" Gu Xiaoer decided to quit while ahead, not wanting to annoy her man further. "Break it up, everyone, break it up!" Anyway, the money earned today was more than enough, probably around five thousand!
"Tsk!" A crowd of people reacted—with some smirking, others disappointed, but most of them regretful.
Sitting joyfully on the soft chair, she excitedly shared the fruits of her labor with Han Luoli.
"Da Luoluo, I really had you wrong before," she said regretfully.
"Of course!" The man assertively wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his embrace. Whenever this little girl acted spoiled, he truly had no resistance.
Gu Xiaoer rubbed her head against his chest, not forgetting to pocket the thick stack of money, her expression somewhat dreamy: "Da Luoluo, you truly belong in this line of work!"
"What?" He asked gently.
"I mean, with your looks, it would be a pity not to sell!"
"..."
"I used to think your job must be really hard, with few clients and not easy to make money. But look, tsk, there are so many people buying into you. A few simple strokes, and you've got five thousand in the bag! Do you know how long I would have to work for five thousand? Ten bucks an hour, that's five hundred hours of work!"
"..."
"Hey, I'm talking to you, why aren't you responding?" The girl chattered non-stop, but the man beside her didn't give any response, so she nudged him discontentedly with her elbow.
"Yes, you're absolutely right," Han Luoli propped his beautiful fingers against his forehead, barely preventing a brain aneurysm: "Otherwise, how could I have successfully captivated you?"
"Right, I was indeed bewitched by your charm!"
As the two played around, a commotion surged once again in the corridors of the stadium.
"Quick, look, it's Fu Ziming and his girlfriend!"