Chapter 55 Seoul is really a bit small

What is it like to hold a small book signing event at the exit of Gyeongbokgung subway station?
Jiang Zhaohuan felt as if his soul had left his body.

Seeing more and more passers-by coming here to join in the fun, he realized that if he continued to sign, there would definitely be problems.

Jiang Zhaohuan even felt that the word had spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred, and all his fans were rushing here.

After quickly signing for the girl in front of him who looked like a junior high school student, he lowered the brim of his hat and said hurriedly:
"I hope you guys have fun. I have something else to do so I'll leave first. See you later if we have the chance."

"Hey? Dohwan oppa, don't leave, my friend will be here soon!"

That's why I'm running away.

If it causes traffic jam or something, it will also have a bad impact on you.

Jiang Zhaohuan was glad that he ran fast enough, and these girls were not sasaeng fans, so they had no intention of catching up with him.

He found an empty alley, breathing slightly hard. When he took off his mask and was about to take a breath, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

There was even a familiar voice calling out "Ouni".

Jiang Zhaohuan put his hands on his waist and looked behind him, only to see two people dressed similarly to him, both wearing hats and masks.

Sun Seungwan, hugging his sister's arm, didn't bother to tidy up the hair that was all over his face.

She gasped for breath, her face panicked:
"Ou...Ni, should we get rid of him?"

"Not sure, let's try to contact ..."

Before Bae Joo-hyun could finish her words, she noticed that she and Son Seung-wan were not the only ones in the alley.

She noticed that the other person was fully armed and was not sure what kind of person he was.

When she came to her senses, Bae Joo-hyun had subconsciously protected Son Seung-wan behind her.

Jiang Zhaohuan was not sure whether the voice was Son Seungwan's, but after hearing Bae Zhuxuan's voice, he took off his mask and said:

"Irene xi, why are you here? What happened that made you run so fast?"

"Zhao Huanxi?"

Bae Joo-hyun widened her beautiful eyes and put down the hand that was protecting Son Seung-wan.

She guessed that the illegitimate fan would not let them go easily, so she had no choice but to ask for help:

"We are hiding from illegitimate children. Do you know anything about this place? Is there any place we can hide?"

Jiang Zhaohuan was about to shake his head, but then he remembered that his father's friend worked in the art museum in Tongui-dong, and he might be able to hide there for a while.

Anyway, the distance between them is less than 50 meters, so it is very convenient whether you run or walk there.

"How about going to the Dalin Art Museum? I have an uncle I know there."

"Yes, please lead the way."

Jiang Zhaohuan sighed in his heart for the hundredth time, "Seoul is so small", then lowered the brim of his hat and walked out of the other side of the alley.

After he made sure that there was no one around, he took the two people behind him and quickly went into the Dalin Art Museum which was still open.

This art museum was founded by the Dalin Group and holds exhibitions in the fields of design, photography, clothing, etc. every year.

He had worked with Kang Do-hwan's father in his early years, so he had a good relationship with the curator Lee Hae-wook.

As soon as he entered the art gallery, he saw the vigilant gaze from the front desk, so he simply took off his mask and asked:

"An Ning, Hello, is Uncle Hai Xu here?"

After seeing this familiar face, the receptionist quickly recognized him as the popular new actor Kang Do-hwan.

Thinking of the relationship between this person and the curator, she quickly bowed politely and responded:

"Inside, the curator is receiving guests on the fourth floor. Why don't you go sit in the lounge for a while? Do you need me to inform the curator?"

"Ani, let Uncle Haixu do his work. I'll take my friend to sit for a while and then leave."

Jiang Zhaohuan led the two people behind him to the lounge on the first floor with ease.

He has been here several times. Even when he was applying for admission to Yonsei University last year, it was Li Haixu who took him there.

The lounge was connected to the street outside, and he carefully drew the curtains and turned on the lights in the room, fearing that the sasaeng fans would see them. It was the first time for Jiang Zhaohuan to meet them privately outside of work hours, which made him a little uncomfortable.

His eyes fell on Pei Zhuxuan, whose face was a little pale. After hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth and asked with concern:

"Irene xi, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Before Bae Joo Hyun could answer, Son Seung Wan next to her spoke as fast as a machine gun and answered directly:

"Ouni and I went out because she wanted to accompany me to eat Tosu Village Ginseng Chicken Soup, but we ran into a sasaeng fan on the way and we ran for a long time. She must have had hypoglycemia because Ouni slept in and didn't eat breakfast today!"

She felt somewhat aggrieved. It was rare that her agent allowed her to have a good meal, but she ended up hiding from the sasaeng fans.

Now, Joohyun, who was accompanying him, has suffered from hypoglycemia. He is so unlucky.

When Jiang Zhaohuan heard that it was hypoglycemia, he naturally would not choose to ignore it. If it gets serious, it can cause respiratory depression and even death.

He didn't reply, but quickly stood up and walked to the service desk, staring at the puzzled receptionist and asked:

"An Ning, is there anything to eat here? Chocolate or something like that will do."

"I'm sorry, Zhao Huanxi, the director does not allow food to appear in the art museum, so..."

Before the receptionist could finish her words, Jiang Zhaohuan rushed out the door.

I didn’t have time to go to a restaurant to buy food, so I just found a convenience store and quickly bought a bar of chocolate to replenish sugar and calories.

The round trip took no more than three minutes, and he directly unwrapped the chocolate and stuffed it into Bae Joo-hyun's hand.

Seeing that the other party wanted to see the calorie table of chocolate, Jiang Zhaohuan frowned and showed a serious expression:

"Don't worry about the calories at this time. Eat half first. I'll call and have the ginseng chicken soup delivered here later."

"…I really trouble you, Kang Sanmida."

Upon hearing this, Bae Joo-hyun had no choice but to take a small bite of the chocolate, which is a luxury item for celebrities.

The intake of sugar made her dizziness and tremors much better, and her complexion gradually returned to normal.

It was only after seeing Bae Joo-hyun return to normal that Kang Do-hwan got up and went outside to find the takeaway phone number of the Tosokchon Gyeongbokgung branch.

He hadn't eaten anything to begin with, so he ordered one for himself.

At this time in the lounge, Sun Chengwan took the opportunity to drive Jiang Zhaohuan out of the room and then lowered his voice and whispered:
"Ouni, do we owe Cho Hwanxi a big favor? Does your act of saving his life count as a favor?"

"Mo? You've already told me how I saved your life, but in the next second you still want me to... hm?"

Bae Joo-hyun raised her fist and pretended to hit Son Seung-wan on the head, but she didn't say the word in the end, as it was a bit difficult to say.

"I didn't think so, it's unnie... Ouch!"

After hearing what Sun Chengwan said, Pei Zhuxuan couldn't help but resort to "violence".
She was just about to say something when she saw Jiang Zhaohuan coming back after finishing his phone call, so she had to swallow what she was about to say.

Jiang Zhaohuan, who had no idea what was going on, sat on the single sofa and smiled:

"I've called for takeout, and it should be delivered in half an hour."

"Yes, thank you Zhao Huanxi. If there is a chance in the future, I will treat you to a meal."

When Sun Seung-wan heard that his sister was going to treat him to a meal as a return gift, his eyes widened like bells.

You know, I heard that when she was a trainee, Joohyun was someone who dared to refuse invitations to dinner from senior artists.

Moreover, even though we have known each other for such a long time, I have never seen Ouni make such an invitation.

Even if it's just to say thank you.

"Ani, don't worry about it. Just think of it as a return gift for the birthday present you gave me."

Jiang Zhaohuan didn't expect that his unintentional words would directly stir up a huge wave in Sun Chengwan's heart.

Ouni actually gave birthday gifts to the opposite sex?
Even proactive?
Oh no? Tomorrow won't be the end of the world.

Sun Chengwan felt that his intelligent brain was unable to solve the mystery for the time being, and only had one idea left.

I must drink more ginseng chicken soup later, in case it really is the end of the world, I will die of fullness.

(End of this chapter)