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Chapter 756: Fans

Chapter 756: Fans

"Goodness! I thought she would resign. What is she still doing here?" One of Heaven’s colleagues threw herself into her seat. "I can’t hold my breath any longer."

"The misunderstanding is already cleared up, and we accepted that Mister Yang made a mistake." Another employee expressed exasperation. "How can we work if she’s around?"

"My merch..." someone in the office held Heaven’s small picture, which she bought during Heaven’s rising fame. "I know I’m in the office, and she’s working in this filthy department, but I’m afraid she’d get angry if I asked for an autograph."

"I want a selfie with her too."

"Or maybe make my dream dinner with my favorite celebrity come true."

Everyone in the art department couldn’t help but express their worries and suppressed admiration. Unlike what Heaven suspected, most of them didn’t have the heart to ask her to run an errand anymore because she was Heaven Liu! She had been working in this place for quite some time now, after all. Therefore, she should’ve known that the majority of the employees here were her fans.

Many of them openly expressed their love for Heaven Liu. They even planned on rewatching her last film with Leo Wu last week. Although many of them still went to rewatch the movie for its last showing, they didn’t get to enjoy it.

How could they? Every time Heaven would appear in the movie, they couldn’t help but remember that the woman on the big screen turned into a slave in the art department.

"I want to talk to her so bad..." a female employee buried her face in her palm, lamenting about the boundary she shouldn’t cross. "I can’t believe I talked to her so casually in the past. What if she hates me and asks me to tear her merchandise that I preserved in my room?"

Everyone had their own worries, but none of them shared any displeasure about Heaven. If anything, they were just too shy to approach her. Heaven Liu was like a dream. She was someone who was seen only on billboards and movies. It felt surreal that she was in this very office and had been working with them under a different name.

"Ahem!" Mister Yang cleared his throat aloud after listening to their woes. He stood straight, hands behind him. "Everyone, don’t forget what Mister Zhu asked us before he left that day."

"To call her Heaven Liu and not Pepsi?"

"No!" Mister Yang frowned deeply as he glared at the person who raised that stupid question. "He told us to treat her equally and like usual."

"Mister Yang, you know that’s impossible. The fact that Pepsi is actually Heaven Liu is already too much. She’s a celebrity!" one employee argued in frustration. "On top of that, she’s Mister Zhu’s wife, the current matriarch of the Zhu family — my dream girl. She’s actually married and has two children. How could she hide this from the public?"

Mister Yang couldn’t deny that everything the employee expressed was true. He cleared his throat once again.

"I’m not telling you to forget about everything. However, if you don’t want to make her unhappy, don’t be so obvious!" he huffed, sporting a solemn look. "I understand everyone since I’m also nervous talking to her, but from what I can see, she prefers if we give her enough work so as not to waste her day here."

"Now, if that is clear, chop chop!" he continued with a clap. "Stop talking and get some work done. You don’t want her seeing us talking once she’s back!"

With that being said, Mister Yang marched back to his open office. Many of the employees followed his figure and sighed.

"He might be like that, but I admire his level of professionalism," said one employee, admiring Mister Yang for being able to muster enough courage to treat Heaven the same way. "I thought he and his wife and kids loved Heaven Liu. But I guess he had more discipline than that."

"We should look at Mister Yang as a prime example." The person sitting next to the first speaker nodded. "Seeing him hold himself back encourages me to act neutral."

"If she comes to my desk, just check on me, okay? I don’t want to pass out once she comes close to me."

"I got you, but you have to promise the same to me."

"That’s a deal then."

"Should we invite her to lunch, then?"

As everyone was happily talking once again, motivated by Mister Yang’s discipline and professionalism, Belle pressed her lips into a thin line. She glanced at the women and men near her desk, seeing the excited grin on their faces that had a tinge of hesitation at the thought of asking Heaven to lunch.

’I don’t think that’s a good idea,’she thought, sighing as she refocused her attention on her monitor. ’If you all eat lunch with her, then she’d think it’s more like a company lunch.’

Another sigh slipped past Belle’s lips, biting her inner bottom lip. She still wanted Heaven as a friend, but frankly, it was awkward. After all, Heaven Liu was Heaven Liu. Adding to that name was her position in the Zhu family. It didn’t seem like it was right for Belle to maintain her friendship with such an amazing person.

’I’m still glad to be friends with her.’ Her eyes softened. ’She’s really worth supporting and admiring. It’s reassuring that I’ve been idolizing such a humble person.’

******

Meanwhile, Heaven’s face twitched. She was holding a small piece of card between her fingers. She found this piece of card slipped in between the pages Mister Yang asked her to make copies.

"The hell?" she muttered, reading the small note on top of the card. It says;

[Miss Liu, I’m really a big fan. My daughters love you, and my wife worships you. It would be amazing if you wrote them a letter and gave them an autograph! It’s an honor to work with you!!!]

While everyone in the art department admired Mister Yang for his professionalism and discipline, Heaven couldn’t help but judge Mister Yang. She pinched the bridge of her nose in distress.

"Right... everyone here is Heaven’s fan," she grumbled. "Is this why they’re acting like this? Oh, god. I should just resign. Axel is right. It’s no longer fun here."

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