CHAPTER 506: 201 GRADUALLY BECOMING ADDICTED_2

Helian Yi glanced at him and suddenly curled her lips into a smile: "You’ve always been smart since you were a kid. Uncle believes in you."

But with a mother like that... Helian Yi shook her head.

Liu Runxi stood up: "I’m going to the restroom."

At that moment, Helian Yi’s assistant called, asking about some work matters. Helian Yi nodded and began quietly chatting on the phone with the assistant.

"Doesn’t that guy look like Jiang Han?"

"Now that you mention it, he really does kind of look like him."

"Should we go ask for an autograph? This might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance."

"Kind of rude to disturb him, don’t you think?"

Two girls walked by, their hushed conversation drifting into Liu Runxi’s ears.

Liu Runxi didn’t follow celebrity news, so he had no clue who Jiang Han was. The words entered one ear and exited the other.

But he keenly sensed that the restaurant atmosphere seemed a little restless—perhaps due to that star named Jiang Han.

Coming out of the restroom, Liu Runxi stood at the sink and bent over to wash his hands.

Suddenly, commotion erupted at the entrance, a cacophony of voices rising and converging like a tidal wave.

Liu Runxi instinctively furrowed his brows.

A moment later, he saw a young man dart into the restroom, slamming the fire door shut behind him and leaning against it while gasping for breath.

Liu Runxi raised his eyes and quietly looked over.

The young man noticed someone standing by the sink, paused for a moment, then sincerely apologized.

Jiang Han felt a bit annoyed. He had underestimated his popularity—incredibly, all he wanted was a quiet meal, despite disguising himself meticulously, fans still recognized him.

He took out his phone and sent an apologetic message to Shen You’an via WeChat.

Previously, he didn’t even have Shen You’an’s WeChat; during the meal earlier, he had taken the opportunity to finally add him.

Shen You’an quickly replied—No worries, need help?

—I can handle it. Wait for me at the parking lot.

Jiang Han looked up. The restroom’s lighting was faintly hazy; the youth had a slender build, sharp brows, and an elegantly refined look. Those dark, bright eyes, however, seemed veiled under a shadow, making it hard to read.

Jiang Han cleared his throat: "If you walk out now, fans might mistake you for me and drag you into this."

Their builds were similar, and the striking sharpness of their eyebrows bore an eerie resemblance. If Liu Runxi were to wear a baseball cap and mask, fans could easily mistake him for Jiang Han.

Liu Runxi quietly studied him and quickly made a decision internally: "This isn’t a situation we can keep stalling."

Outside the restroom, a mob of fans had gathered—men and women alike. The crowd was swelling rapidly with more people rushing in after hearing the news. The restaurant hadn’t been prepared for this, and the security guards were clearly outnumbered.

If not for considerations of propriety between genders, this cluster of fans would likely have stormed right in without hesitation.

While the fans anxiously waited, the restroom door swung open, and someone stepped out.

The fans’ eyes gleamed instantly, collectively shouting: "Jiang Han is out!"

In a flash, they swarmed forward.

This person was wearing a familiar stand collar jacket in an old-school, business-like style—a signature look of Jiang Han.

Every time he appeared on camera, wasn’t he always dressed like this with that retro vibe?

The baseball cap and mask wrapped tightly around his face, but his long and lean figure, paired with his facial contours, was unmistakable.

Jiang Han trudged laboriously within the fan-packed circle, keeping his head down with an air of cool detachment that seemed to push everyone far away.

"Jiang Han, can I get your autograph?"

"Jiang Han, your new song is amazing!"

"You’re the most talented newcomer in the music scene!"

The fans’ effusive praise surged one after another, easily sweeping people away in adoration. Yet Jiang Han remained unresponsive from start to finish, seemingly deaf to it all. His aloof demeanor left many fans hesitant to approach too closely.

Seizing an opening, he found a gap in the crowd and slipped away.

The fans shouted loudly, chasing after him at full speed.

What once had been a peaceful restaurant had devolved into a chaotic scene of fandom frenzy.

As the fans surged away in pursuit, the entrance to the restroom instantly fell quiet.

The fire door silently creaked open a crack, and a cautious head peeked out to check the surroundings. Seeing no one around, he exhaled in relief.

He quickly stepped out, hugging the wall as he dodged people to make his escape.

After walking a few steps, he raised his eyes to look toward the uproar ahead, a hint of reluctance flashing in his gaze.

"Thank you."

He murmured softly and briskly walked off.

Jiang Han, already drained from being chased, suddenly felt himself yanked forcefully from the corner by an unexpected hand.

The narrow, dark space was cluttered with miscellaneous items everywhere—as if even the slightest movement would topple everything onto him.

His wrist was firmly grasped, the touch as smooth and warm as jade.