Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Two women were complaining about Yang Fei, yet Yang Fei had already started calling Xu Zhiqing.

In the backstage dressing room of the Red Pavilion, Xu Zhiqing's new agent, Pea Sister, looked worried and anxious.

There were just over ten minutes left until showtime, and the lighting technician, sound engineer, and band drummer were all in position.

Yet, the one who really mattered, Xu Zhiqing, was resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly, as if waiting for something.

In front of her was an Apple phone.

Pea Sister knew she was waiting for someone's call.

But who could be so important that Xu Zhiqing would sit there expectantly, without doing her makeup or preparing?

With Xu Zhiqing's status and fame, Pea Sister couldn't understand who would be worth her pining like this?

"Miss Zhiching, there are only twenty minutes until showtime, shouldn't you start preparing..."

Realizing the timing, Pea Sister wisely stopped speaking.

She was a gold medal agent in the industry, recruited by Starlight Entertainment at a high cost specifically to serve Xu Zhiqing.

In this business, what you say and how you say it are crucial.

Pea Sister was really anxious, which is why she made an exception to remind Xu Zhiqing.

Xu Zhiqing shook her head.

"If the man I'm waiting for doesn't come, I really have no passion to do this concert."

"Songs without passion are just soulless hums; I don't want to deceive my fans."

Pea Sister felt like her hair was about to catch fire in her impatience.

This girl picks the worst time to be stubborn; it's driving me crazy.

"But, Miss Zhiching, I must remind you that this is the first of your fifty concerts in Southeast Asia."

"If you mess it up, it will greatly affect your future concerts; also, your reputation..."

Pea Sister tried to keep her tone serious, earnestly persuading Xu Zhiqing.

Xu Zhiqing turned back with a smile, her eyes filled with a sense of sorrow.

"Pea Sister, sorry, I'm really not interested."

"I don't want my fans to see a lifeless, perfunctory, or even lip-syncing Moon Goddess."

Pea Sister was speechless: "So, are you sure the person you're waiting for will come?"

Xu Zhiqing smiled sweetly: "I'm sure he will come."

"Oh, you... what a living legend you are."

Pea Sister helplessly walked out of the dressing room.

Outside the dressing room, a large group of staff and organizers were all staring expectantly at Pea Sister, and no one dared to speak.

Pea Sister shook her head: "Miss Zhiching insists on waiting for one person before taking the stage."

"If it really doesn't work, we'll have to delay the performance."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, yet no one dared to say anything.

With Xu Zhiqing's reputation and status, no one dared to offend her.

They crowded at the dressing room door, anxiously watching Xu Zhiqing's personal phone, silently praying.

"Without your company, I'm really so lonely..."

Just then, the pleasant ringtone of the Apple phone suddenly sounded.

Xu Zhiqing, who was slumped over the table waiting, opened her eyes.

When she saw that familiar name on the phone screen, she nearly jumped up.

"Brother Fei, are you here? Where are you?"

Xu Zhiqing's voice echoed from the dressing room.

Outside, everyone jumped up, several clutching their hearts, gasping for air.

Thanks to heaven, thanks to earth, thanks to God, this mysterious guy finally showed up.

Everyone was intensely curious, wondering just how extraordinary the man who made the Moon Goddess so eager must be.

Who is this person really?

On the phone, Yang Fei chuckled.

"Qinqin, my little darling, I just got here. How about you? Are you ready to go on stage yet?"

Xu Zhiqing blushed with excitement.

"Brother Fei, where are you? I'll come to meet you."

Yang Fei helplessly said.

"Just have a staff member bring me in."

"Damn, this old guy at the door is giving me a hard time, won't let me in, won't let me stay here, we're at each other's throats."

Xu Zhiqing laughed softly and hiked up her Neon Colors Dress performance gown, rushing toward the door.

Behind her, a large group of staff followed Xu Zhiqing as she charged ahead.

Everyone was intensely curious as to who this "Brother Fei" was.

At the side entrance of the Red Pavilion, Yang Fei stood with chest out and stomach in, at the bottom of the stone steps, locked in a standoff with an old man wearing a blue work uniform.

The old man was a Red Pavilion staff member, a temporarily hired security guard.

The old man stubbornly insisted that Yang Fei and his two companions were trying to sneak in through the side door.

The old man huffed and glared, chasing Yang Fei and his group away.

Despite being urged to leave, Yang Fei, with his stubborn streak, joked and bantered with the old man, refusing to move.

The two quarreled loudly, Yang Fei smiling broadly, while the old man was furious.

Wen Xiaoxiao and Qin Xianfei saw Yang Fei arguing with an old man, feeling embarrassed for him.

Both kept their distance, covering their ears.

When it came to quarreling, the old man couldn't match the sly and wily Yang Fei.

The old man resorted to swearing outright, all sorts of filthy words flowed out endlessly.

Yang Fei folded his arms, standing tall, coming up with retorts for every word.

Every time the old man called him a "turtle egg," Yang Fei latched onto the term.

Why "turtle egg," not "turtle nine egg," or "turtle seven egg?"

Every time the old man swore about a mother, Yang Fei immediately responded.

Why not a father, a grandfather, or a grandmother?

And so on, endlessly.

The old man, who had spent his whole life arguing, had never encountered such an oddity.

The old man was at his wit's end, his face turning black with frustration, feeling choked and stifled.

If it weren't for Yang Fei being young and fit, the old man might have charged in and started throwing Turtle Fist punches.

Yang Fei was arguing gleefully when suddenly he noticed the surroundings had gone quiet.

A graceful, stunning woman had made her way to the side door.

From within the side door emerged a large group of staff.

The way everyone was looking at Yang Fei was filled with bewildered amazement.

Wen Xiaoxiao and Qin Xianfei heard Yang Fei jokingly arguing with the old man.

Both were exasperated, covering their ears, ignoring Yang Fei.

Just then, Wen Xiaoxiao noticed a stunning woman emerge from the side door.

Even under the cover of night, nothing could hide her extraordinary beauty and elegance.

Wen Xiaoxiao's jaw dropped: "Xu... Xu Zhiqing is here."

Qin Xianfei also noticed the change by the side door.

She immediately recognized the famous star frequently seen on television, her jaw dropping in shock.

"Oh my, that guy actually made Xu Zhiqing come out."

If the two of them felt shocked just then,

the next moment, Xu Zhiqing's action sent them into a state of utter disbelief.

The magnificent Xu Zhiqing giggled and threw herself into Brother Fei's arms.

"Brother Fei, I knew you'd come."

She said, pressing her soft cherry lips firmly onto Yang Fei's mouth.