Chapter 126 Foreign Objects in the Black Envelope
Seoul has successfully shaken off the tail end of winter.

Kang Do-hwan, wearing a gray sweatshirt, yawned as he walked into the Soonsoo beauty salon.

It was 3:30 in the morning and the sky was still dark.

As a working man, he has to start styling.

Jiang Zhaohuan took the iced American coffee handed to him by his assistant Che Chunhao, sat on the leather chair with drooping eyelids, his brain completely in a state of running away from home.

Not long after, the wind chimes at the door began to ring.

Jiang Zhaohuan raised his eyes lazily and found that the members of Red Velvet who were also sleepy came in one after another.

As the youngest member, Kim Ye-rin enjoys the treatment of being the group's favorite.

He actually came in lying on Bae Joo-hyun's back.

Dwarf...Ani, the friendship between girls is really beautiful.

Jiang Zhaohuan noticed that none of them had any makeup on, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After all, girls in Peninsula, especially female idols.

They still mind being seen without makeup.

Bae Joo-hyun noticed Kang Do-hwan sitting on the chair and wanted to say hello but found that he had his eyes closed.

Fluttering eyelashes, and hands tightly grasping the iced Americano that they secretly want to loosen a little.

His performance in the TV series was obviously very good, but why was his acting in pretending to sleep not good at all?
Pei Zhuxuan guessed Jiang Zhaohuan's gentlemanly behavior, so she took the initiative to sit next to him and whispered:
"Good morning, Zhao Huanxi."

Jiang Zhaohuan, who didn't know that he was caught pretending to sleep, immediately opened his eyes and said in a confused manner:

"Hmm? Ah... it's Irene xi, good morning."

Bae Joo-hyun had a smile in her eyes and did not choose to expose it.

In such a crowded environment, the two of them tacitly did not continue the conversation.

They all choose to close their eyes and rest to get through this boring makeup time.

After all, Kang Do-hwan is a boy, so he doesn’t need things like eye shadow, so he puts on makeup quickly.

He politely greeted the other members and left first in the nanny car.

When they got in the car, Che Chunhao, who was driving, turned around and asked curiously:

"Zhaohuan, your gift bag is a birthday present for Irene xi, right?"

"Yes, her birthday is coming up soon, and I won't be able to see her for the next few days, so I might as well give her the gift first."

Jiang Zhaohuan did not choose to lie, because deliberately covering up the truth would only cause unnecessary suspicion from some people.

Che Chunhao didn't think much about it. He simply thought that they were colleagues and this was a necessary courtesy.

But he was a little confused, so he asked:

"But why didn't you just give it to me? Did you forget?"

"Ani, it's not a good idea to give it in a beauty salon. You don't know if the stylist will tell others about it."

Jiang Zhaohuan has already suffered from the media's fabricated rumors, and he cannot allow new scandals to be born.

Therefore, it is necessary to act with caution, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to others.

Che Chunhao showed an expression of understanding. It was because of their carelessness last time that SM Entertainment had the opportunity to use their favorite black and red marketing methods.

To be honest, he really couldn't understand what SM Entertainment did.

This kind of black-and-red marketing is not afraid to make idols endure criticism just for the sake of traffic.

Are you really not worried about the artist’s mental health?

Thinking of this, Che Chunhao couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

It turns out that being an artist is not suitable for someone with a fragile heart like him. He really needs to have a strong heart to succeed.

But people are not made of steel, and they will collapse one day.

The nanny car slowly stopped in front of KBS TV station.

Wearing a grey sweatshirt, Jiang Zhaohuan carried a sports bag to hide the gift bag and album. He walked on the familiar way to work and took the letter handed by the fans.

After seeing one of the fans holding a valuable gift, Jiang Duohuan waved his hand to refuse:
"Just send me the letter. It's free."

"But this is bought specially for you?"

The female fan was a little anxious. She spoke awkward Korean and it was obvious that she was not a native of the peninsula.

Jiang Zhaohuan didn't expect that he came all the way from overseas to see him.

He hesitated for a moment, then took the gift and said with a smile:
"From now on, just send me the letter. I will ask my agent to receive the letter and send it to JYP Entertainment."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, Do-hwan~ If possible, please certify it!"

"Yes, I will cherish it."

Kang Do-hwan once again waved to the fans who came to see him, and then walked to the media's designated photo area.

He had long been accustomed to the constant sound of shutter clicks.

After the photo shoot was over, Kang Do Hwan walked along the road to the MC waiting room.

Before the rehearsal officially begins, prepare to see the gifts and letters sent to you by fans.

Jiang Zhaohuan opened the beautifully packaged box and found a Cartier platinum men's ring inside.

I really didn't expect that this fan is a rich guy.

[Hello Dohwan, I am your Japanese fan. I just happened to have a holiday after finishing work, so I came to Peninsula to travel and see you. ]

[There are many fans like me who like you. I hope Do Hwan will have the opportunity to come to Neon for a fan meeting. I will definitely go there.]

【I hope you like the ring I gave you. 】

[If possible, please remember me~]

[A Japanese fan who likes you——Michiko Morishima. 】

Jiang Zhaohuan carefully put the letter away and began to open other fan letters and read them slowly.

There was nothing wrong with the previous letters, but when I picked up a black envelope sprayed with a lot of perfume, I inexplicably had a bad feeling.

Jiang Zhaohuan didn't know why he had such a sixth sense.

After he opened it, he saw something fell onto the coffee table along with the letter.

The white coffee table clearly highlights the curly black hair.

Jiang Zhaohuan's hand, which was about to pick it up, suddenly stopped in the air, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Even if he wasn't a medical student, he could tell where the hair came from.

Jiang Zhaohuan suppressed his discomfort and opened the letter with a frown.

[Do Hwan Oppa, have you missed me recently? I tried to pursue another Oppa some time ago, but it didn’t seem interesting. You are still better.]

[The back of you running away last time was so cute. Have you moved now? ]

[If not, can I come to your house? Actually, I have a good figure, and Junhui from THEX said that I made him feel very comfortable~]

[As a gift for meeting you after a long time, please keep it well. 】

It turned out to be the stalker who installed a hidden camera inside the doll. I didn’t expect her to show up again.

There were a lot of fans who handed me letters just now. Most of them were wearing masks and blending into the crowd, so I didn’t notice them.

Jiang Zhaohuan took a deep breath and sighed, then took out a wet wipe from his sports bag.

He wiped his hands first before wrapping up the so-called gift with a look of disgust on his face.

Throw it into the trash can with the shredded letters.

This will prevent someone from picking it up and checking it.

After entering this circle, there are really too many things to be wary of.

(End of this chapter)