Superstar, No Big Deal?!Ch17 - Luo Yanqian Extra: That Man

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The weather in summer always changed rapidly. One moment the weather was clear and the sun was still shining, and the next moment it would be cloudy.

The giant raindrops were like the tears of a broken woman, fierce and flooding, yet irregular. RsfnJY

Passersby were taking shelter from the rain. Taxi drivers were taking advantage of this opportunity to drum up business. This clearly was not a prosperous town. At this time, taxis were harder to find than within the second ring of a big metropolitan city.

Luo An helplessly looked around the somewhat empty streets, looking slightly panicked as his thin shirt soaked in the rain. Combined with the sweltering summer heat, it stuck uncomfortably to his body.

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He didn’t expect to run away from home only to die like this. He didn’t even know how to get home. He didn’t have a single penny on him, not even enough to make a phone call.

If he went to the police for help, would everyone know about Young Master Luo running away from home? qExdCW

After all, he really didn’t want to see those hypocritical faces.

How humiliating is it to run away from home in that circle? He hated those baseless TV dramas, with the young masters who only chased women. People don’t even know what is considered upper-class. The heirs of real upper-class society, how can they so easily fall in love with a Cinderella? Those kinds of plots never considered potential benefits of favours, the market, and what was true reality.

For example, isn’t his father at the moment married to a well-known lady? Perhaps not a well-known lady, but a woman well-known for being divorced.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no signs of stopping. It was a strange sight to see a fourteen or fifteen year old walk down an empty residential street.

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A black sports car slowly appeared in the street. The man in the back seat was looking out the window, when he saw the sorry state of the soaking teenager in the rain. He raised his eyebrows and asked his assistant sitting next to him, “Doesn’t that kid look familiar?”

The assistant looked closely. “Anjue, it looks like he’s the young master of the Luo family. Why is he here?”

The man looked carefully at the young man in the rain. It indeed looked like the young man from the Luo family, who he had seen last time at a banquet. He closed his eyes, and said, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes.” The assistant seemed to understand the man’s habits, and remained expressionless. He glanced at the boy in the street from the corner of his eyes. eg9lXw

The moment the car drove past the teenager, there was a clap of thunder in the sky. The man opened his tired eyes and saw the teenager fall to the ground. He frowned. “Stop.”

In this weather, the paparazzi wouldn’t be so dedicated, right?

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The man was very beautiful. His clothes were also fitting, and there was an upper-class feeling to him when he raised his hand. Luo An looked at the man doubtfully. Did he know him?

“Mr. Luo.” The man’s tone was a little cold, even distant. Luo An was embarrassed, to be looked down on like this when he had fallen into a mess.

“Can you stand up?” The man didn’t seem to notice his embarrassment, and reached out with his hand. “Get in the car with me.”

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The man looked him up and down, and coldly scoffed. “With the way you look now, even if I were an abductor, I wouldn’t attack you.”

Luo An realised that this man called him Mr. Luo, which was different from how other people addressed him with a lot less flattery. He hesitated. Did this man know his father?

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The rain dripped down his forehead and into his eyes. It was so uncomfortable he couldn’t help but reach up to wipe it, but froze when he saw his hands dripping with mud.

The man pulled him up from the ground, threw him into the car behind him, and closed the door. He told the driver in front, “Drive to district S, and take him home first.” 3QGuY0

“But, you have a performance tonight…”

“Tell the director to change it.” The man took out his handkerchief and threw it to Luo An. “I need to rest today.”

The assistant looked at the dark shadow around his eyes, and knew how tired he was. He stopped talking so he could have a good rest.

Luo An took the handkerchief and wiped the rain off his face. He thought disdainfully, he was just a small star. What was the big deal? eB6XK1

The car drove almost all night. Luo An didn’t sleep that night, but the man sitting next to him drifted asleep with his eyes closed. He watched the man’s handsome face from the side, and thought with some dissatisfaction, how could this man be so good-looking?

After Luo An arrived at home, his father didn’t blame him, but he was not very happy. The stepmother looked particularly happy when she saw who had brought him home. She even took a photo with the man. He looked at his usually cold and aristocratic stepmother. He thought disdainfully, this was just a man who earned a living with his face, what was the big deal?

“Little An doesn’t know how to behave, and is such a mess. I’m so sorry for troubling you, Mr. Jing.” His father’s attitude towards the man was also very friendly, which surprised Luo An. His father was always contemptuous of artists from the entertainment industry. What was so special about this man?

“You’re welcome, Mr. Luo. It was on my way, that’s all.” The man smiled like a spring breeze, and looked sideways at Luo An. “Not to mention, Mr. Luo is still just a child. I hope he can give more consideration for his education. It’s getting late, I should get back to the crew.” When the man finished, he smiled and got up. jz4OR2

“Mr. Jing, about this endorsement…”

His father’s words were cut off by the man’s cell phone ringing. The man smiled apologetically to his father. “Sorry, Mr. Luo, you can contact my agency first. I have to rush back to the crew. Please excuse me.”

Seeing the disappointment on his father’s face, Luo An wondered more and more. This man was not just an entertainer. Why would his father be so tolerant of him?

Also, he did not understand. The man was obviously cold and indifferent to himself. Why did he have such a warm smile, such that even those who saw it could not help but fall for this smile, letting people feel the sincerity of his smile? wOIUGn

Which one was the real person, that cold, indifferent version of him, or the gentle and elegant nobleman in front of his father?

At dinnertime, the unceasing smile on his stepmother’s face made him more and more curious about the man. He couldn’t help asking, “Dad, who was that man?”

This time, his father didn’t accuse him of being rude for speaking at mealtimes. Even his stepmother continued to smile, without a hint of displeasure.

“That was Jing Anjue, the Emperor of the entertainment circle.” His stepmother set down the knife and fork in her hands, and took the towel brought to her by the maid, wiping her hands. She smiled. “The ace of sponsorship endorsement.” She looked at the puzzled expression on Luo An’s face. “And, the most perfect man in the eyes of all women.” q91si7

His stepmother hardly ever complimented people directly, let alone just an artist. How could this man get such high praise?

“Don’t doubt his position,” said the stepmother, holding out a slender white finger, gently wagging her finger back and forth. “Even businessmen are honoured to have his endorsement.”

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Luo An began to understand just how powerful the man was. But he couldn’t forget how it felt to be looked down on by the man. He was cold, detached, and inexplicably superior.  Why didn’t this man match the image coming from his stepmother’s mouth?

He continued his studies at his private school, and often heard girls talking about the man. The aristocratic ladies would talk about him without any traces of their upbringing, just like his stepmother who could not maintain her elegance at all times when referring to the man. btIoRs

On his fourteenth birthday, among the gifts he received was that man’s collection of works.

Curious, he inserted the disc into the computer and waited for the image to appear.

A beautiful picture appeared on the screen. A clean balcony with a pot of elegant gardenias. A man in a white shirt sat on the balcony, holding a thick book in his hand. Strands of his flax hair tuck behind his ears. The man looked clean and beautiful.

As the camera zoomed in, the man looked up slowly. He looked at the camera, and suddenly smiled as if he had laughed directly into a person’s heart. CxpdwY

When the camera panned around again, the gardenias had bloomed in the flowerpot. The snow-white petals were half-open and half-closed, giving a sense of pure beauty.

Slender and clean fingers gently touched the snow-white petals. The man’s voice was light but full of longing. “The flowers you gave me have already bloomed, but why are you not back?”

The screen turned black. Luo An turned off the screen. In the darkness, there was a kind of discomfort in his eyes. Was the man really not afraid of the day when his mask would be exposed?

He began to pay attention to reports about the man, to the activities the man participated in, and even to his love life. CfWHBg

There were lots of rumors about him. But any woman with him was always criticized. The fans would madly attack any woman who would come close to him. He wondered, how many women would break down if this man were to get married?

Then, news came out that the man was killed in his own villa by an actress. On that day, even he thought he had heard the biggest joke in the world. Wasn’t that man every woman’s favourite type? How could he be killed?

However, at that time he did not understand love. What’s more, he did not understand the full depths of madness of a woman in love. The man really was dead.

He continued to look at the works of the man, and watched the world gradually forget him. Even though he was an Emperor in this circle, would he still be drowned in the torrent of time? uvklfg

When he entered the entertainment industry and changed his stage name to Luo Yanqian, he understood what the seemingly glamorous circle was like. Even if his family had power, it would not be smooth-sailing. What kind of journey did the man who once existed as an emperor had to go through to get there?

But he will never know, because the man had long been slumbering in the ground, slowly forgotten, bit by bit.


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Translator's Note

Some cities have rings or loops of expressways. The first ring starts in the center, each ring counting outwards. The inner rings are usually busier with more businesses/retail. You can read up on ring roads in Beijing here

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Poor/lower-class people in the eyes of a rich person.

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Not literally. Can refer to economic market, or dating market, etc

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  1. We finally have 1 of the potential ML’s backstory, ahhh so sad!

    Thanks for the chapter! 💕