The Lady I Flirted With Is Here - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Mistaken Identity

Fang Daiyu hadn’t slept more than a few hours before she was jolted awake by a 6:00 AM phone call. Her boss spoke in a gentle, almost apologetic whisper: “Little Daiyu, there’s a small problem with the system at the Shanghai branch. Several external engineers said they couldn’t fix it, and they’ve come to us for help…” The rest went without saying.

Fang Daiyu pressed her temples, having no choice but to nod and agree. What else could she do? Last time they tried remote support, it was still riddled with bugs after a brief period of operation, barely maintaining business requirements. She had long ago suggested hiring dedicated technical staff for local maintenance, but the burden had fallen on her shoulders once again.

“What time do I need to leave?” Fang Daiyu’s voice was raspy, her tone devoid of emotion.

The boss likely knew that being woken up at dawn wasn’t a pleasant experience, but since the situation in Shanghai was urgent, he had to tell the truth: “As soon as possible, Little Daiyu. I’ve already booked a ticket for 9:30 AM.”

There was a long silence on her end. The boss added tentatively, “It’s first class.”

The only response he received was the beep-beep of the call being disconnected. In the entire company, she was the only one who dared to hang up on the General Manager.

…

Fang Daiyu left the house with a dark expression. She had packed haphazardly and was dressed in black ripped jeans, a red hoodie under a light blue denim jacket, Martens boots, a black cap pulled low, and a mask.

It was still a while before the morning rush hour, so there were very few people at the airport security checkpoint. Suddenly, a group of people who had been lounging haphazardly on the floor jumped up, brandishing light boards and banners. They blocked Fang Daiyu’s path, chanting, “Baby, take care of your health! You’ve lost weight again.”

A few boys even tried to shove gifts into her arms. Fang Daiyu, with her backpack slung over one shoulder, looked at them with cold, indifferent eyes. “You have the wrong person.”

She figured they were fans of some celebrity who couldn’t even recognize their own idol. Exhausted, she just wanted to clarify the mistake and leave.

However, reality rarely goes as planned.

One female fan, in a fit of excitement, grabbed her sleeve. “Xiao Ju, remember to eat more and stop dieting!”

It was a well-intentioned reminder, but she pulled so hard that she yanked the sleeve right off Fang Daiyu’s shoulder. Her jacket hadn’t been buttoned tightly, and now half of it was dragged down.

Fang Daiyu came to a dead halt. The female fan realized her mistake, and her face turned pale with fear.

The air around them seemed to freeze. Those holding banners and gifts took a quiet step back. They knew their idol had debuted only a few years ago; he was young, adored his fans, and had a good temper. But being partially stripped in public was something even an ordinary person would find infuriating.

As soon as the fan let go, Fang Daiyu tidied her jacket with practiced efficiency. Then, enduring her sleepiness and irritation, she pulled down her mask in front of them.

A collective gasp echoed from the group. She immediately pulled the mask back up. “Have you seen clearly now?”

Fang Daiyu was beyond frustrated, and her words were laced with misdirected anger. The female fans nearby blushed deeply and nodded cautiously.

Fang Daiyu adjusted her backpack and walked toward the security line.

A minute or two after she left, the fans finally regained their composure and began whispering. One girl shoved a boy. “It’s all your fault! You saw a similar silhouette and said it was ‘Baby.’ You got the wrong person.”

The boy argued defensively, “How was I supposed to know? Her clothes were exactly Xiao Ju’s style—the ripped jeans and that identical denim jacket. You guys didn’t recognize her either, did you?”

The girl who had pulled the jacket finally found her voice. “I was scared to death just now. Her aura is so strong—she could totally hold her own against any top idol. I wonder which company she’s with.”

The other girls blinked excitedly. “She used the VIP channel, so she’s either rich or important. But… I think she looked a bit like a girl.”

“No way, that was clearly a young boy. Such good skin and such a delicate face. Great genes—looks no more than fourteen or fifteen, but already over 1.7 meters tall.”

“I don’t think so. At least seventeen or eighteen. Didn’t you see how composed she was?”

Another person argued weakly, “But if you listen closely, her voice really sounds like a girl’s. And her hair is longer than most guys’, with those permed curls. So handsome!”

…

While the crowd debated, the fan club leader who organized the greeting said, “We got the wrong person. I hope this doesn’t leak online and hurt Xiao Ju’s reputation! She looked like someone you don’t want to mess with—she didn’t even want to say an extra word to us.”

Hearing this, everyone’s expression soured.

…

Fang Daiyu knew nothing of the fans’ concerns. In the lounge, she fell into a deep sleep, only waking up when boarding began. She checked the time: 9:15 AM. Usually, the person who would have sent a morning greeting by now was completely silent.

Fang Daiyu started to type a message, but then she remembered why she had suffered from insomnia the night before and put her phone back in her pocket.

Forget it. If she hadn’t even figured out her own feelings yet, she shouldn’t bother the other girl on a whim. Perhaps during this trip to Shanghai, she could ask “Little Cherry” for some advice.