Ye Chen was completely unaware that he had already been exposed.
He didn’t have time to wait for Tawana’s concert to end. After greeting Tawana’s manager, he left early with Gu Qiuyi.
On the way to the airport, Ye Chen said to Gu Qiuyi, “Nannan, you’ve finally got some time to rest. You’ve been running around with Tawana for four shows these past few days. For the next while, don’t go gallivanting about. Stay home and spend some quality time with Uncle Gu and Aunt Lin.”
Gu Qiuyi grinned and teased, “Brother Ye Chen, are you worried I’ll show up at Tawana’s other concerts as a guest performer?”
Tawana had a total of twenty shows in China, with only eight completed so far, leaving twelve to go.
Since Ye Chen had taken on the so-called title of Feng Shui Director, he was committed to overseeing all the performances from start to finish.
Gu Qiuyi naturally wanted to collaborate with Tawana again.
The next stop was Shanghai, and she could fly over to be a guest performer, getting a few extra days with Ye Chen in the process.
But Ye Chen’s suggestion to stay home with her parents seemed to imply he didn’t want her to follow.
Caught out, Ye Chen felt a touch awkward.
Still, he explained, “It’s not that I’m worried about you coming along. I’m worried that if you do, Tawana will rope you into some collaboration, and with her hugging and kissing on stage, who could stand that…”
Gu Qiuyi’s eyes crinkled with laughter. Clearly, Tawana’s enthusiastic advances weren’t to Ye Chen’s liking.
And no wonder. In terms of looks, Tawana wasn’t exactly a top-tier Western beauty, falling far short of someone like Helena, the Nordic Queen.
Gu Qiuyi knew Helena had long harboured feelings for Ye Chen, and she was famously reserved, with no dating history or scandals. If even Helena couldn’t sway Ye Chen, what chance did Tawana, a seasoned entertainment industry figure, have?
When Ye Chen arrived at the airport, Chen Zekai was already there.
He had arranged a helicopter from a general aviation company to take Gu Qiuyi back after Ye Chen left.
Seeing Ye Chen, Chen Zekai said with some guilt, “Young Master, you gave me too short notice. There are no first-class tickets left for this flight. Should I coordinate with the crew to prepare for takeoff and use the Ye family’s plane to fly you back?”
“No need,” Ye Chen waved it off. “It’s just me, and a two-hour flight will pass quickly. Economy’s fine.”
Then, Ye Chen instructed Chen Zekai, “Make sure Nannan gets home safely.”
“Don’t worry, Young Master,” Chen Zekai replied. “The helicopter’s ready, the flight path’s approved, and it’ll fly straight to Jindi Tower near Miss Gu’s home. We’ve got a car to take her the rest of the way.”
Ye Chen nodded and said goodbye to Gu Qiuyi, “Nannan, I’m heading in. Text me when you get home.”
Gu Qiuyi was reluctant but, with Chen Zekai present, couldn’t be too affectionate. She held his hand and asked, “Brother Ye Chen, when will you come back to Yanjing to see me?”
Ye Chen replied, “Didn’t I promise to come to your final concert in Yanjing?”
Gu Qiuyi pouted, “That’s ages away! It’s a month after the New Year.”
Ye Chen smiled, “I’ll see how things go in between. I can’t make any promises now.”
With no choice, Gu Qiuyi nodded, “Fine, I’ll wait for your update.”
