Ye Chen escorted Gu Qiuyi back to the Gu family, and by the time he returned alone to the Ye family’s old residence, tonight’s concert had completely dominated social media both domestically and internationally.
On Weibo in China, eight out of the top ten trending topics were related to it.
And, astonishingly, four of those were about Ye Chen himself.
“Tawana’s passionate kiss with mysterious male dancer”
“Who is the mysterious male dancer?”
“The internet is searching for clues about the mysterious male dancer!”
“Chinese swordsmanship can be this cool!”
Ye Chen suddenly felt a twinge of regret.
Had he known Tawana’s concert would have such a massive impact, he never would have agreed to her and Gu Qiuyi’s request to perform as a backup dancer.
Looking at these trending topics, it felt like he had become the most sought-after mystery figure for fans and gossip enthusiasts worldwide.
For Ye Chen, who always preferred to keep a low profile, this was far from ideal.
At that moment, in Jinling, Xiao Churan was also seeing various news notifications on her phone.
She was a big fan of Tawana and had developed a certain personal connection with her recently. More importantly, her husband, Ye Chen, was currently working as Tawana’s feng shui consultant, so she paid extra attention to Tawana’s concert in Yanjing.
When she saw these trending news stories, she clicked on the related videos. Upon seeing the masked Ye Chen in the footage, her first instinct was that the figure seemed familiar.
Having been married to Ye Chen for years, though they hadn’t crossed that final line, they had lived together day in and day out, making them deeply familiar with each other.
On stage, Ye Chen was almost entirely concealed: his body covered in assassin’s armour, long boots on his feet, gloves on his hands, and a mask that didn’t even reveal his mouth. His flowing, ancient-style hairstyle was clearly a wig, masking his real hair.
Under normal circumstances, it would be nearly impossible to recognise him.
Yet Xiao Churan couldn’t shake the feeling that this figure, this silhouette, this person’s gait and mannerisms, all carried a sense of familiarity.
In a fleeting moment, she wondered, “Why does this backup dancer feel somewhat like Ye Chen?”
But the next second, she dismissed her own thought.
She reasoned, “Ye Chen went to Yanjing to be Tawana’s feng shui consultant, they wouldn’t have him perform as a dancer, would they? Besides, I never knew he could wield a sword, that dancer’s swordsmanship was exceptional, clearly very professional.”
Still, something felt off in her heart.
After some thought, she asked herself a question, “Tawana has held so many concerts before and never invited a guest performer, so why did she invite Gu Qiuyi this time? It all feels so strange.”
Xiao Churan was momentarily lost in confusion.
Something felt wrong, but she couldn’t pinpoint what.
For the first time since marrying Ye Chen, she felt a nagging unease.
Subconsciously, she picked up her phone and sent Ye Chen a video call.
At that moment, Ye Chen had just finished washing up at the Ye family’s old residence. Instead of heading to bed, he was sitting at his father’s old desk, browsing through his father’s relics and books.
When his phone buzzed with a WeChat video call, he was slightly surprised.
Most people around him respected his space and wouldn’t initiate a video call out of the blue.
Even Xiao Churan, with their mutual respect, rarely sent video calls.
But when Ye Chen checked his phone, he saw it was indeed from his wife, Xiao Churan.
He felt a rare pang of nervousness, unsure whether to accept the call.
