A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 307 Are You Following Me?

Chapter 307: Chapter 307 Are You Following Me?

With the appearance of this group of people, the airport, which had already been somewhat relaxed, instantly became congested.

People continuously ran in from the airport exit, holding support signs and banners in their hands, crazily rushing inside like zombies.

"Zhou, the movie emperor! I’m here! Look at me!"

"Ahhhhh!! Brother, look at me!"

"Brother, brother! I love you!"

The crowd appeared so suddenly that Shifei, protecting Song Shiwei, got squeezed aside into a corner, and his back even slammed against the wall.

Shifei grunted, yet still didn’t let go of Song Shiwei.

When Song Shiwei heard his grunt, she quickly looked up at him, "Are you okay? Does it hurt where you hit?"

This was the first time, aside from He Miao, that she encountered someone else protecting her.

For some reason, it felt as if a soft feather brushed over the tip of Song Shiwei’s heart, causing a slight flutter.

Shifei slightly shook his head and discreetly examined Song Shiwei, making sure she was not injured before finally relaxing, "It’s nothing."

Song Shiwei’s brows furrowed tightly as she turned to look in the direction of the running crowd.

A tall man in a black suit, wearing a black face mask, and with a gentle and elegant demeanor was walking out of the airport exit, followed by several assistants and bodyguards.

The bodyguards were dispersing the people trying to crowd around the man.

Watching these people scream Zhou, the movie emperor, while frantically reaching out their hands toward the man with fanatical faces, Song Shiwei couldn’t help but shiver, "These fans are too crazy, too terrifying."

Shifei nonchalantly raised his hand to protect Song Shiwei and glanced at the man with an indifferent expression, "With almost 1.4 billion people in Daxia, it’s normal to have some extreme idiots."

He felt a bit annoyed inside.

If he hadn’t reacted quickly just now, Song Shiwei would have been pushed aside by these people.

Song Shiwei, with her brows knitted, looked at the crowd that was still pushing forward and took out her phone to make a call, "I’ll call the police to disperse them. If they keep crowding like this, it might cause a stampede."

Shifei hummed softly and waited quietly while Song Shiwei made the police call.

"The police will be here soon." Having hung up the phone, Song Shiwei looked at the crowded scene with a bit of distress, "How are we going to get past this now?"

"Come with me, I’ll take you through," Shifei said, holding Song Shiwei’s suitcase in one hand and taking her hand with the other.

Song Shiwei was momentarily taken aback, feeling warmth on her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away from Shifei’s hand.

Shifei led Song Shiwei along a detour, coming out of an airport exit on the second floor.

Just then, a police siren sounded outside, and the police arrived, beginning to disperse the wild fans.

Song Shiwei sighed with relief and, putting a bit of effort into her hand, wriggled her wrist free from Shifei’s grasp, smiling at him, "Thanks."

She took over her suitcase from his hand, "I’ll treat you to dinner later."

Song Shiwei tugged but couldn’t pull the suitcase away from Shifei’s grasp. Her eyebrows lifted slightly in confusion as she looked at him.

Shifei’s gaze softened as he looked at her, his dark pupils filled with only her slender reflection. His lips barely parted, "There’s no need to wait, let’s do it today."

After he spoke, his eyes dropped, long lashes hiding the emotions in their depths, and his face carried a hint of loneliness, "Shiwei, you always say these things to appease me. You also said last time you’d treat me to a meal. I waited for a long time, but you never came."

Seeing nearly forlorn expressions on the usually impassive face, Song Shiwei inevitably felt a softness in her heart and a sense of guilt.

Indeed, she had previously said she would treat him after he helped her deal with the hooligans, and then she got busy and forgot about it...

"Today is fine too," Song Shiwei relaxed her stance. She checked the time, "It’s lunchtime now, let’s go and find a restaurant to eat."

A gleam of light flickered in the bottom of Shifei’s eyes, but his face remained calm. He nodded, "Okay, and it so happens I have a car here. We can drive there, and your luggage can be placed in the car, too."

Song Shiwei paused, "How do you have a car here in Jingcheng?"

Shifei walked out without changing her expression, pulling a suitcase: "It’s my friend’s car."

Song Shiwei stood still, watching his figure disappear, she lifted her hand to scratch her head, a slight frown creasing her brows.

Why did it feel like she had been tricked?

-

An hour later.

Shifei slowly parked the car in front of Baihui Tower, the largest restaurant in Jingcheng.

"I used to come to Jingcheng on business trips, and the cuisine at this restaurant is quite good." Shifei got out of the car first, walked around to the passenger’s side to open the door for Song Shiwei, and slightly bowing his head to look at her: "Most of the dishes here are Sichuan cuisine, which you should like."

Song Shiwei unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car: "Then let’s give it a try."

As Shifei and Song Shiwei walked towards Baihui Tower together, another car parked on the other side of the parking lot.

As the car door opened, Qi Yunqian got out with an expressionless face, followed by a woman with delicate features, a tall figure, and a gentle demeanor.

The woman caught sight of Shifei and Song Shiwei, and with a slight flicker in her eyes, she exclaimed softly, "Mr. Qi, isn’t that Miss Song?"

Qi Yunqian looked up instinctively and saw the slender woman walking beside a man with a cold demeanor; it seemed as though he had leaned over to say something to her, and a radiant smile appeared on her face.

Qi Yunqian’s eyes reddened slightly, his gaze greedily fixed on Song Shiwei.

Ever since he had gotten the divorce certificate with Song Shiwei, it had been almost three days since he had seen her.

It was only three days, but he felt as if three centuries had passed.

Time became excruciatingly long, and the suppressed longing surged wildly.

Now, seeing Song Shiwei, the yearning in Qi Yunqian’s heart eased a bit, and what followed was an overwhelming sense of sourness and panic.

She was actually... laughing and talking with another man.

Who was that man to her?

The woman noticed Qi Yunqian’s intense gaze fixed on Song Shiwei and immediately felt alarmed internally, though her smile remained unchanged.

She sighed, "I really didn’t expect Miss Song to find someone else so soon after her divorce. It’s good in a way; with another man to care for her, Miss Song should be able to live a happy and blissful life."

Qi Yunqian abruptly turned around, his eyes darkening as he looked at the woman.

The woman felt a jolt in her heart from his stare and asked cautiously, "Mr. Qi, did I say something wrong?"

After a long pause, Qi Yunqian finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "No, Miss Jiang, let’s go inside."

Jiang Luoshu sighed in relief internally, quickly nodded, and followed Qi Yunqian into Baihui Tower.

Upon entering Baihui Tower, Qi Yunqian’s gaze landed on Song Shiwei and did not move away, and when he saw her exchange a few words with Shifei and then get up to walk towards the restroom, his eyes darkened.

Qi Yunqian politely said, "Miss Jiang, I need to go to the restroom; I’m paying today, so please go ahead and order."

Jiang Luoshu nodded with a sweet smile, "Alright, I’ll wait in the private room for Mr. Qi to come back."

Qi Yunqian nodded slightly: "Excuse me for a moment."

In the restroom.

Song Shiwei finished washing her hands and was coming out of the restroom when someone suddenly gripped her wrist.

Her heart skipped a beat, and as she turned, she realized the person holding her was her ex-husband, Qi Yunqian.

In just three days of not seeing him, Qi Yunqian seemed to have lost weight, his facial contours becoming even more sharp and defined.

Song Shiwei furrowed her brows, exerting strength to wrench her hand from Qi Yunqian’s grip, showing a hint of displeasure, "Qi Yunqian, are you following me?"

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