Chapter 760: Chapter 757 Out of Control (3) Chapter 760: Chapter 757 Out of Control (3) The fandom of male and female artists is just strange, especially those with a high female following. The fans of male artists generally regard them as their “boyfriend.” It’s only natural for her to spend money on her idol; she’s got stronger fighting spirit and purchasing power. That is, as long as the artist’s persona doesn’t crumble, and he doesn’t get a girlfriend.
As for the fans of female artists, especially female fans, they generally have a maternal mindset. When a female artist gets into a relationship, on one hand, they resent the man for digging into their precious gem, and on the other, they fear that he might hurt their beloved artist and cause her pain. However, if she manages to find a man who is both outstanding and dotes on his wife, most people would still send their blessings.
This disparity in treatment was most evident with Han Yifan and Xia Siyu. Xia Siyu was only rumored to be involved in a scandal, yet to be made public, and Bo Yan’s fans were already up in arms, wishing they could thrust this woman five meters away from their “brother.” Meanwhile, Han Yifan, though some of Shang Feifei’s male fans were envious and resentful, the majority held a well-wishing attitude. Especially after she was hurt by Glasses-guy, many female fans even projected themselves onto her, recalling their own experiences with cheating partners. If a Han Yifan could descend from the heavens, steadfast and protective, cherishing them and standing up for them in front of the media, perhaps those dark days wouldn’t have been so difficult.
Han Yifan had not anticipated that while he was still lying in the room, public opinion outside had turned overwhelmingly in favor of forcing his head down to Shang Feifei – it was almost as though the whole of China was setting them up. When he woke up, Shang Feifei was right there in his arms, and he was still a bit dazed.
Was last night’s event real? Had he actually gotten together with Shang Feifei?
He had been exceptionally brave last night, but as soon as dawn broke and the sunlight shined in, he was abruptly pulled back to reality.
In fact, when Han Yifan awoke, Shang Feifei was also awake. But she did not open her eyes, continuing to feign sleep. She simply did not know how to face him; just the night before, they had hardly exchanged a few words, and she had been Glasses-guy’s girlfriend. After one night, Glasses-guy ended up at the police station, they broke up. She and Han Yifan got together, more than once.
Her pretending to be asleep might not have been solely due to uncertainty over facing him, but perhaps also because she was unsure how to confront herself. Last night, she had really… acted unlike herself, especially after the bathroom incident, when Han Yifan carried her back to the bedroom, dried her body, and blow-dried her hair. During the rubbing, somehow, they started a third time.
She wasn’t Xia Siyu, someone who learned boxing with strong recovery ability and vitality. By the time they were in the bathroom, she was already drained of energy, eventually just helplessly clinging to Han Yifan, sobbing and crying all the way. Her crying was not loud; it was more like the soft whimpering of a kitten, which only provoked him further.
She had never imagined such an abundance of embarrassing positions, nor did she expect Han Yifan to be so vigorous. Her first boyfriend had also been a first love for both of them; they were both naive and impulsive but lacked technique. Her second boyfriend was also an artist, often apart more than together, both very busy, their encounters brief and hurried.
She used to look down on such emotionless exchanges, especially in the entertainment industry, which is filled with all sorts of people. Fortunately, she had grasped an opportunity, gaining a bit of fame from her first show, and while she hadn’t avoided ‘casting couch’ situations, she had simply steered clear of them.
Yet, her experience last night was not as unpleasant; it’s just that now, she couldn’t face it, temporally at least.