I’m Face-Blind, But I Devoted Myself To Three Guys - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: “You Might as Well Give Me Your Used Tissues…”

More than a week had passed since Su Hang first extended the invitation.

On the day of Chi Hui’s fan meeting, the two set off early. However, Su Hang had mixed up the addresses of the venues. Although the names of the two convention centers were identical except for one character, their actual locations were worlds apart.

“I’m dead, I’m dead. Su Yue is definitely going to kill me,” Su Hang muttered while urging the taxi driver to hurry.

Qi Xu remained silent. Having spent too long in the car, he was feeling motion-sick, and his face was noticeably pale.

By the time they rushed to the venue, the fan meeting was already halfway through.

They were stopped at the entrance by ticket inspectors. “Admission has been closed.”

Su Hang tried to explain and plead, but the staff wouldn’t budge.

Coincidentally, Xu Changshu, who had stepped out to make a phone call, heard the commotion and walked over. “What’s the matter?”

Su Hang, realizing this man had more authority, glanced at the pale Qi Xu and had a sudden spark of inspiration. He grabbed Qi Xu and said, “Please, let us in. To save money for these tickets, my friend hasn’t eaten for days just for a chance to see his oppa!”

The way Su Hang dragged out the word “oppa” made it sound like a rusty saw; he was truly going all out to get in.

Qi Xu, pulled off balance, couldn’t keep up with the act. “Huh?”

Su Hang immediately shot him a look. Realizing what was happening, Qi Xu nodded. “Ah… right.”

Xu Changshu originally intended to stick to the rules, but when he caught a clear look at Qi Xu’s face, the words got stuck in his throat.

“…”

Holy crap. He had really just said it in passing last time—did this kid actually collect enough bottles to come see Chi Hui?

Xu Changshu’s face crumpled. He stammered for a moment, unable to find the words, before finally waving them off. “Fine, let them in. Tell the staff to be careful when leading them to their seats; don’t let them disturb others.”

Qi Xu hadn’t expected the man to be so accommodating. He curved his eyes and thanked him politely.

That smile made Xu Changshu feel even more conflicted. He scratched the back of his head with one hand while rummaging through his pocket with the other, eventually pulling out two bags of small buns that Chi Hui hadn’t finished and stuffing them toward Qi Xu.

“You… you youngsters, don’t do this again next time.” His tone was full of earnest heartache.

Qi Xu thought the man was referring to being late and obediently accepted the buns.

The soundproofing of the venue was better than expected. While it had been quiet outside, the moment they entered the interior through the corridor, the music, singing, and roar of the crowd made Qi Xu’s heart tingle.

They had arrived at an opportune time; a song had just begun. To avoid disturbing other fans, they had to wait until the performance neared its end before finding their actual seats.

Qi Xu stood in the very back row, gazing across the massive hall toward the stage.

The venue was dark, filled with a vast sea of glowing blue light sticks swaying gently. A single beam of light struck the center of the stage, where white smoke drifted and dispersed to reveal a hazy silhouette.

It was too far; he couldn’t see clearly.

Qi Xu instinctively took a step forward.

“We fall in love tonight…”

As a clear male voice rang out through the microphone, the large screens on both sides of the stage suddenly flared to life. A young man with deep, striking features appeared in the center of the screen.

He wore a wine-red shirt with sleeves casually rolled to his elbows, his forearms silver-plated by the light beams. Intricate layers of chain accessories were stacked on his wrists.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone. As he leaned forward slightly, the collar slid open to reveal a necklace that matched his wrist accessories. The cold reflection of the metal complemented the high-quality silk shirt perfectly.

His slightly long hair was brushed back, exposing sharp, superior features. The line from his brow bone to the bridge of his nose was clean and crisp, making his eye sockets appear deep. He had classic phoenix eyes—narrow and long, with the inner corners pointing down and the outer corners upturned. When he looked down, he seemed cold and distant, but when he looked up, he exuded a sharp, uncontrollable energy.

Compared to Jiang Yingshen, who was as calm as a lake, Chi Hui was far more vibrant and intense.

Qi Xu stared at the man on the screen for a long time, realizing more clearly that this was his second target.

Su Hang leaned against the wall to admire the view for a moment and couldn’t help but click his tongue. “Damn, isn’t this guy a former model turned actor? How can he sing so well?”

Qi Xu snapped back to reality. He had been so focused on the face that he hadn’t even noticed the voice.

His breathing was stable, his pronunciation standard, and his articulation clear without being jarring; the emotion was also perfectly delivered.

Qi Xu blinked, thinking to himself that only someone this excellent was worthy of being a “Son of the World.”

Amidst his wandering thoughts, the song reached its end. The drumbeats and rhythm slowed, and a female usher waved them over.

The two kept a low profile, walking down the outermost aisle toward the front.

“How much money did that brat Su Yue spend to get first-row seats?” Su Hang complained, but the phone in his hand never stopped recording.

As Chi Hui’s voice became soothing, Qi Xu looked down to be careful with the steps, when he suddenly felt the sensation of being watched.

He instinctively looked up at the stage and crashed right into a pair of calm yet sharp eyes. Perhaps because the three people moving were too conspicuous in the still venue, Chi Hui was actually looking right at them.

The man on stage gazed at him and didn’t seem to intend to look away. Qi Xu froze in place under the stare.

“We were made for each other.” “We are right.”

Chi Hui stared at him until he finished the very last line of the lyrics. He took two steps back and only retracted his gaze when he turned around, disappearing backstage amidst the cheers of the fans.

“What’s wrong?” Su Hang had walked quite a distance before realizing Qi Xu had fallen behind.

Qi Xu pressed his lips together, slowly withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and hurried to catch up.

During the interval while Chi Hui was resting backstage, the two successfully found their seats.

Sitting down, Qi Xu recalled the eye contact from moments ago. He suspected he had seen it wrong; after all, there were so many people in the venue.

However, he didn’t know that a certain someone standing backstage was currently watching him through the stage backdrop.

Chi Hui took a sip of water while a stylist helped tidy his hair. He couldn’t help but glance again at a certain spot in the first row. After confirming he hadn’t seen it wrong, his brow furrowed.

He really should have sewn Xu Changshu’s mouth shut—there really was a fool who sold scrap to come to a fan meeting.

The meeting was only two hours long, and more than half had already passed. It was time for the birthday segment, and staff pushed a cake onto the stage.

Thousands of people sang the birthday song together. It was the first time Qi Xu had seen such a spectacle. His eyes widened with curiosity as he stared at the birthday boy.

However, Chi Hui didn’t show the expected joy. On the contrary, Qi Xu caught a trace of irritation in his downcast eyes.

Qi Xu’s hands, which were clapping along, stopped subconsciously.

Fortunately, the birthday song ended quickly. Next was the segment where fans were randomly selected to go on stage and deliver gifts personally.

Watching lucky fans interact with Chi Hui one by one, Qi Xu realized this might be a golden opportunity to earn points.

The system, which had been on standby, seemed to hear his thoughts and popped up: 【Host, I can help you!】

Before Qi Xu could react to how the system would help, he saw the seat numbers scrolling randomly on the large screen behind Chi Hui. It froze on: D107.

Su Hang pushed him with a look of surprise. “Holy crap, D107!”

Qi Xu lowered his head after a beat, looking at the number on his armrest—D107.

“Let’s invite our last lucky fan onto the stage,” the host invited him up.

Qi Xu stood up slowly, his brain still a bit dazed.

Standing in the center of the stage, Chi Hui was also startled when he saw the last lucky fan was him.

The two were now a short distance apart. Qi Xu walked straight toward the stage, but only when he reached the waist-high platform did he realize he couldn’t get up. He looked left and right but couldn’t find the stairs.

He stood there awkwardly. Chi Hui watched him for a few moments, then walked over.

Qi Xu tilted his head back, watching his target walk toward him against the light, and blinked twice.

Standing at the edge of the stage, Chi Hui looked down and asked, “Coming up?”

Qi Xu looked at him and instinctively shook his head.

Chi Hui didn’t say anything more. Instead, he simply crouched down and extended his hand toward him.

He was still wearing that wine-red silk shirt, but his face was even more impactful than it appeared on the screen. Qi Xu dazed out while staring at the man’s superior features, suddenly curious about what kind of “face” they formed as a whole.

Seeing him spaced out, Chi Hui shook his open palm and let out a light chuckle. “What gift do you plan on giving me?”

The chains on his wrist dangled naturally, making a soft clinking sound with the movement of his hand.

Qi Xu’s gaze fell onto the broad palm. After looking for a few seconds, as if possessed, he reached out his hand and placed it there.

Chi Hui: “…” “I don’t do human trafficking.”

The host stepped in to smooth things over. “Haha, we forbid giving yourself as a gift!”

Realizing what he’d done, Qi Xu retracted his hand sheepishly but with great reluctance.

He hadn’t known there would be a gift-giving segment and hadn’t prepared anything. He rummaged through his pockets for a long time, only pulling out the two bags of small buns.

The ones given to him by the man at the entrance.

Chi Hui stared at the two bags of food. He was speechless and found them familiar at the same time—they looked a lot like the buns he used to eat before going on stage.

When he flipped the buns over, he was so speechless he wanted to laugh.

They weren’t just “similar”—these were the very buns he hadn’t finished. There were even markings on them to prevent tampering.

Qi Xu didn’t notice his expression and was still digging through his pockets.

He recognized that this was a rare opportunity where the other party wouldn’t refuse no matter what he gave.

And so…

Two candies, half a pack of tissues, a small perfume testing card, a small power bank, a dining coupon, a pen cap without the pen, and a crumpled piece of scrap paper he’d used for drafts and forgotten to throw away.

Qi Xu pulled out everything useful and useless from his pockets and placed them carefully into the other’s hands.

Starting from the half-pack of tissues, Chi Hui realized something was wrong. When he saw the ball of draft paper, he finally couldn’t help but laugh out of pure exasperation:

“You might as well give me your used tissues too.”

Hearing this, Qi Xu felt his now-empty pockets, looked at him without blinking, and answered sincerely: “I don’t have any of those.”

Chi Hui’s temple throbbed. “…”

What do you mean? You’d actually give them to me if you had them?

Qi Xu also realized after the fact that the things he gave weren’t exactly presentable. He rubbed his fingertips together and suddenly remembered he was still wearing a watch.

Even though his brother had given it to him, nothing was more important than his life right now. Qi Xu decisively took off the watch and placed it as the grand finale gift into the already overflowing palm.

Chi Hui: “…”

For a moment, he actually felt like a mugger on the street.

He was also a bit worried that this person might take off his clothes and hang them on his arm next.

Fortunately, the host took control. “Alright, after giving the gifts, does our fan friend have anything they want to say to Chi Hui, or anything they want Chi Hui to do for them?”

“I wish you…” Qi Xu intended to follow the other fans and offer a birthday blessing, but the memory of Chi Hui’s fleeting dejection suddenly flashed through his mind. The words changed as they reached his lips: “…happiness today as well.”

Chi Hui froze. He lifted his eyelids, looking over with a heavy gaze.

Qi Xu ignored the unreadable emotion in those eyes and stared straight into them:

“Can I have your contact information?”