From the man's frantic words, Lin Qinghe quickly connected it to the posthumous photos and bloody funeral clothes that had been sent to the crew for You Rong a few days prior.
This man had to be involved in all of this!
Lin Qinghe's gaze suddenly turned cold. She pushed Yuan Xiao'ai, who was blocking her, aside and walked up to the man. She questioned him coldly, "The posthumous photos and funeral clothes sent to the crew a few days ago, you did that too, right?!"
Hearing Lin Qinghe's words, the man showed no sign of panic or fear. Instead, he became even more excited. "That's right! I sent them! You Rong dared to hurt you two years ago, and now he's found a sugar daddy, using capital to suppress you, making you apologize to him, to clear his name… causing so many people to scold you online. Of course, I wouldn't let him off. The funeral clothes and posthumous photos were just to teach him a lesson. Who knew he wouldn't realize his mistake at all? He…"
A fierce glint appeared in the man's eyes. At the same time, as he struggled, a dagger fell from his pocket, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Hu Xiaobei, both angry and scared, exclaimed, "You… are you a madman?! You even brought a knife! Call the police! Call the police immediately!"
The man ignored Hu Xiaobei and continued to stare at Lin Qinghe, saying, "Qinghe, I… I'll do anything to protect you. I can do anything! Really! As long as you're okay!"
Lin Qinghe had met many people, and many crazy fans outside the system, but this was the first time she had encountered someone who would commit crimes for their idol.
Hu Xiaobei was about to call the police, but You Rong frowned and said, "Wait."
Hu Xiaobei paused her action of dialing. She looked at You Rong with confusion. "Brother, you can see how crazy this person is. He has a knife on him! We must call the police and let them handle it!"
You Rong naturally knew that the man was a fan. However, calling the police would involve many issues, and Lin Qinghe would be more implicated.
You Rong turned to look at Lin Qinghe and was about to ask her something. Lin Qinghe, seeing through his thoughts before he could speak, said, "Call the police! We must call the police! Those who break the law should be punished. No one is exempt, and… your safety is the most important thing!"
Lin Qinghe looked directly at You Rong when she said her last sentence, her gaze firm, stirring an indescribable feeling in You Rong's heart.
As a popular female artist, she should have been more concerned about the negative impression this incident might have on her. Yet, she only cared about his safety.
The man, who had been so excited moments ago, looked at Lin Qinghe with disbelief. He roared in fury, "Qinghe! I did all this for you… it was all for you! Why are you doing this to me? I love you so much… I'd do anything for you, why are you like this? Why?"
Facing the man's hysterical accusations, Lin Qinghe narrowed her eyes, looked him straight in the eye, and said coldly, "You say you're my fan? You're a true fan, so have you ever considered the fatal impact this would have on me if it got out that you hurt You Rong for me?"
The man paused. "No! It won't! You Rong bullied you, he hurt you! I was protecting you! I was doing it for your own good!"
Lin Qinghe sneered. "Then there will be a wave of condemnation against me online, saying I can't manage my fans. No matter how I clarify or explain, netizens won't believe me. They'll just see that you're my fan, and whatever you do will be attributed to me, and I'll have to be responsible for it!" Lin Qinghe paused. "You're not ignorant of these things. You're just pretending to be. Aren't you? For your own self-gratification, you never considered me. You call your selfish actions a way to protect me, isn't that laughable?!"
The man looked stunned. "No… it's not like that. I'm your true fan. I've liked you for five years. My room is full of your posters. I attend all your fan meetings. I watch every drama you act in. I…"
Lin Qinghe found it increasingly ridiculous as she listened.
This kind of person was hopeless!
Lin Qinghe said, "I said you're doing this for self-gratification, and see… your actions now are exactly that. Also… who said You Rong used capital to force me to say those things? I said them willingly! Two years ago, it was my fault that he got hurt. I sincerely apologized to him on the show. The studio's lack of response was also my personal decision, unrelated to anyone else! Do you understand!"
"No! That's not true!" The man's eyes widened, and he roared angrily at Lin Qinghe, "You're lying! Qinghe is not like that at all. She must have been threatened by someone to say those things. It must be! It must be!"
Lin Qinghe was speechless.
This was a fan who was completely consumed by obsessive delusion. He wouldn't even believe his idol when she spoke to him directly. He only believed what he wanted to believe.
The man struggled violently, shouting unrepentantly, "Someone must have forced you to say that! Tell me, I won't let them hurt you. I will find a way to protect you! Tell me!"
The man's face contorted into a terrifying grimace.
Yuan Xiao'ai swallowed and couldn't help but tug at Lin Qinghe. "Sister Qinghe, let's call the police quickly. Let's stay away from him. Who knows what he might do if he gets agitated."
Lin Qinghe nodded. She looked at You Rong, whose eyes held a complicated expression, and said firmly again, "Call the police. Let the police handle it."
You Rong said "Mm." Hu Xiaobei didn't hesitate for another moment and immediately dialed 110.
About fifteen minutes later, the police arrived. After briefly understanding the situation, they took Lin Qinghe and You Rong to the police station to give statements.
After giving their statements, Lin Qinghe and the others returned to the hotel past 3 a.m.
Lin Qinghe thought of You Rong's jaw injury. Hu Xiaobei had wanted to buy medicine on the way, but it was too late, and the nearby pharmacies were closed. So, the first thing she did upon returning to her room was to look for a first-aid kit. Fortunately, Yuan Xiao'ai was a girl with a thoughtful nature and always kept one prepared for her.
After finding the first-aid kit, Lin Qinghe immediately went to You Rong's room and rang the doorbell.
You Rong had just returned and hadn't slept. The doorbell rang twice, and the door opened.
You Rong stood inside the doorway. "Why are you here? Is something wrong?"
Lin Qinghe handed him the first-aid kit she was holding. "Your jaw injury… I happened to have a first-aid kit in my room, so I brought it over to apply medicine for you."
"It's fine. It's just a bruise. I'll be fine with a warm compress. It's late, you should go back and rest."
You Rong made no move to let her in. Lin Qinghe pretended not to see it and insisted, "No! A warm compress won't work as fast as medicine! You need to use medicine! I… I'll come in and apply the medicine for you!"
Lin Qinghe, taking advantage of You Rong's inattention, sidestepped and slipped into his room.
You Rong frowned as he watched Lin Qinghe sit down on the sofa. He couldn't forcefully escort her out, and disturbing the neighbors late at night wouldn't be good. Sudanh novel network.
You Rong could only close the door helplessly and let Lin Qinghe tend to his wound.