Chapter 42: The One Letter Left Behind

Mu An let out a helpless sigh, naturally because the system had updated a new plot point.

In the plot, when the original host went to offline fan meets, he prepared a five-page letter for Jiang Yan.

However, when Jiang Yan collected the letters, he took them from everyone around the original host, yet skipped only the original host.

Feeling a surge of disappointment and anger, the original host couldn’t understand why, after spending so much time, energy, and money, he couldn’t even get a single direct glance from the person he loved.

This was a key turning point for Mu An’s darkening in the plot.

So Mu An had to ensure that the item he delivered would not be willingly accepted by Jiang Yan.

[Chief Manager Mu Mu]: Secretly, can you tell me?

In fact, the moment the words left his mouth, Mu An already regretted it, because the system was delivering a soul-searching question right into his ear.

[With a cheat code like me around, you are still asking others?]

Mu An rubbed his nose, feeling as though his mind was indeed growing more and more muddled.

[Jiang Yan’s Studio]: He hates dull yellow and likes teal.

Watching the sticker of a spinning bunny sent by Chief Manager Mu Mu on his screen, the corners of Jiang Yan’s lips curved slightly.

He slid open a drawer and retrieved a combination lockbox.

Once opened, Mu An’s very first letter lay quietly inside.

He caressed the envelope with lingering affection, yet could not bear to open it, terrified that repeated folding would damage the smoothness of the paper.

He pulled out a photocopy from the very bottom, reading it over and over again.

“My dearest Yanyan, hope this letter finds you well! I am your fan.”

The man gently murmured each and every word, his smile both gentle and obsessive.

The warm, yellow light fell upon his dark hair tips, casting a shallow layer of shadow beneath his eyes.

His slender knuckles lightly rubbed against the surface of the paper.

‘An’an, have you written letters like this to others too?’

‘It really makes me unhappy.’

Jiang Yan slowly put away the letter.

But those were all in the past; he would not disappoint An’an, and he would become An’an’s one and only favorite idol.

As for the others, for every rival idol An’an liked, he would leak dirt on them!

Let all those hypocrites rot in hell!

A few days later, Mu An took a five-thousand-word fan essay written for him by AI and stuffed it into a dull yellow envelope.

To increase the probability of it being rejected, he even specifically rubbed some bread over it to stick crumbs onto the envelope, adding a few drops of water as well.

It looked exactly like a filthy envelope—the kind that, if it fell onto the ground, Mu An himself would step right over it as trash.

Having prepared everything, Mu An traveled from afar to wait at the entrance of Jiang Yan’s filming set.

Late at night, under a dark sky and a howling wind, just as Mu An was on the verge of falling asleep from the wait, there was finally a commotion at the entrance.

“Yanyan is out! Yanyan!”

The boisterous voices of the fans jolted Mu An awake.

He scrambled to his feet, grabbing his envelope and raising his support board as he charged forward.

“Yanyan! Jiang Yan! Thank you for your hard work!”

The fans greeted Jiang Yan with immense passion.

Wrapped in a trench coat, Jiang Yan had originally been wearing his cap and face mask, but seeing so many fans who had traveled long distances to see him, he took the initiative to remove his mask.

Once the mask was off, everyone grew even more delighted, and cameras pushed forward frantically.

At a single glance, Jiang Yan spotted Mu An in the crowd, unsteadily holding his camera, his tall, slender body practically squeezed into a noodle by the surrounding throng.

He curved his thin lips slightly, stepped forward with a smile and began collecting letters, and when someone requested a fan-service gesture, he would also passionately oblige, looking just like an adorable, sweet puppy.

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But the moment he saw that dull yellow envelope in Mu An’s hand, his heart violently skipped a beat.

‘Why did An’an purposely send him his least favorite color?’

He raised his head to look at the youth, but the other party had already begun to retreat with the letter.

He lunged for the envelope with swift reflexes, causing Mu An’s eyelashes to tremble as a wave of panic surged in his heart, and he hurriedly raised his hand to dodge it, taking a step back.

In an instant, the crowd squeezed Mu An behind them, and he lifted his gaze, meeting Jiang Yan’s deep, dark eyes through the layers of people.

The brim of his cap cast a shadow over his eyes, those deep, black orbs shimmering with a dim luster, filled with turbulent emotions.

Mu An blinked, and when he looked again, Jiang Yan had already turned around to collect other people’s letters.

“Is it just my imagination? System, why do I feel like Jiang Yan looks very sad?”

Mu An squeezed the crumpled envelope in his hand with unease.

[You’re overthinking it. Out of so many fans, you are nothing major. How could he possibly be sad just because he didn’t get your letter?]

The system refreshed its data, analyzing rationally.

Until Jiang Yan stepped into the RV, Mu An did not step forward again.

Holding onto the vehicle door, Jiang Yan cast a glance back at the crowd, his fingers tightening slightly, before ultimately turning his head to climb into the RV.

The touched voices of the surrounding fans reached Mu An’s ears, “Yanyan, he’s so reluctant to leave us…”

He lowered his head to look at the filthy letter in his hand, a hint of sorrow surfacing on his face—everyone’s letters had been collected, except for his.

The system’s mechanical voice resounded in his ear, [Congratulations, Host, on completing the mission. The current plot point has reached 25%]

Mu An’s eyelashes trembled, and he let out a deep, long breath.

Staring at the departing RV, he lamented in his heart that Jiang Yan would surely make an exceptionally good star.

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