Chapter 3: May I touch your hand

The elevator doors opened, and the man stood to the right, pressing the number 7, his fingertip resting on the button glowing with a faint blue light, as he looked up at Jiang Jiusheng

Jiang Jiusheng is beautiful, but lacks a bit of the warmth of life, appearing lazy and indifferent in everything she does

Strange incidents like these occurred one after another, leading to a rumor in the circle that the rock diva Jiang Jiusheng was under a curse. Those who sought to undermine her, to blacken her name, or to replace her all... met with disastrous ends

We boarded the nanny car, driven by Assistant Xiao Qiao

I just had a sudden onset of intense pain, menstrual cramps

Mo Bing slowed her pace, walking side by side with Jiang Jiusheng: "Shengsheng, tell me the truth, who is the big financial backer providing you with protection?"

The man spoke with a gentle tone, like a soft breeze brushing past the ear: "I live here, in Building 7, Room 703"

"With a scalpel," Jiang Jiusheng turned her head, gazing at the neon lights outside the car window, her eyes shimmering with brilliance, "that would certainly be more enchanting"

Indeed, it is unnecessary. Since Jiang Jiusheng debuted, those who wished to approach her could have circled the entire Tianyu. In the end, those 'financial backers' vanished one by one, yet she continued to thrive. In just three years, she firmly established her presence in the Chinese music scene.

Oh, so it is the new neighbor. Jiang Jiusheng politely responded with a smile, suppressing the inexplicable thrill that had suddenly arisen.

Mo Bing had a stern expression, somewhat serious: "Your condition is too severe; I will make an appointment for you another day"

Jiang Jiusheng sincerely exclaimed: "Your hands are truly beautiful." She found it hard to look away.

The other party seemingly absentmindedly tapped the number 7 with their fingertip, their nails neatly manicured, a clean pearly white, with distinctly defined slender joints, proportionate and elongated.

Jiang Jiusheng finally saw his features clearly; he truly resembled a gentleman as pure as jade. Especially his pair of eyes, which were strikingly similar to the night outside the tall buildings, concealing a sky full of dazzling light

At the elevator entrance, Jiang Jiusheng turned back and asked, "Do you want an autograph?"

Xiao Qiao, whose full name is Chen Yiqiao, has just graduated from university and is two years younger than Jiang Jiusheng. She is charmingly beautiful in appearance and has a quiet and shy personality, resembling a lovely neighbor girl who has grown up eating Kawaii snacks

Later, another investor pretended to be drunk and behaved frivolously, yet did not touch Jiang Jiusheng's clothes. The next day, his hand was broken, with two bones fractured.

Mo Bing smiled knowingly and said, "Surgery."

It is evident that he possesses exceptional refinement, untouched by the slightest disturbance of the chaotic world around him. He exudes both nobility and restraint, unlike the young gentleman in today's gym, who, despite his best efforts at disguise, cannot conceal the overwhelming stench of vulgarity that clings to him. In contrast, this man is a true noble, with every gesture and movement reflecting grace and sophistication.

He looked up and met his gaze, polite yet distant: "No need."

What happened? Mo Bing asked

A man followed her all the way, dressed in a white shirt and suit pants. He was very tall, with an exceptionally handsome appearance. In the dim, yellowish light, his features were somewhat blurred, yet he still resembled a finely crafted medieval portrait, with every detail being extremely exquisite

The scent of the ladies' cigarettes was too faint. Jiang Jiusheng smoked two Mo Bings before returning to the adjacent dressing room, changing out of her punk-style performance outfit, and removing her makeup. With a bare face, she bit down on the extinguished cigarette butt, draped in a black cloak, half-reclining on the sofa with her eyes closed, resting. Wearing shorts and a short T-shirt, she revealed a slender and fair little waist, her long legs resting on the armrest at one end of the sofa. In that posture, she truly resembled an enchanting little fairy.

She gasped for breath, this face, why does it seem so familiar, like the most vivid strokes in a midnight dream, so profound that her heart trembled with fear

Jiang Jiusheng lived in Building 7, the innermost one. Under the orange-yellow streetlight, her solitary shadow stretched long and slanted. She walked slowly, suffering from severe abdominal pain, her steps somewhat unsteady. The night was tranquil, the wind rustling the leaves softly. A few meters behind her, the sound of footsteps followed her into the first floor of Building 7.

She has a peculiar habit; she is infatuated with hands. Upon seeing a pair of beautiful hands, she cannot help but want to caress them and secretly keep them for herself.

She is interested: "Gynecologist?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, greeted and then went to the back seat, frowning, with a weary expression

Good

Jane's intends to withdraw its investment

Mo Bing shook the car keys in her hand and said, "I will take you back."

Hello, Sister Sheng

Mo Bing was left speechless. The artist from her family had trained in Sanda, which likely contributed to their good coordination and high intelligence, allowing them to excel in whatever they learned. In less than nine months of training, they managed to defeat a senior brother from the same school, who had reportedly trained for seven years and was a descendant of a founding general. His lifetime of brilliance was ruined by the fists of the artist from her family.

Jiang Jiusheng stood up, put on his windbreaker, and asked her: "Is it resolved?"

Mo Bing has reason to suspect that Jiang Jiusheng has a powerful backing; otherwise, one can only explain the series of tragic incidents through supernatural means

Indeed, there are still many who are unafraid of death, such as that Young Master Jian from earlier

Jiang Jiusheng instinctively cleared his throat, having sung for four hours, his voice slightly hoarse: "I can," he paused, ultimately losing his politeness, and boldly asked, "May I touch it?"

It was Mo Bing who chose her. Although it is said that artist assistants should not be too good-looking, for fear of overshadowing the main star, Mo Bing found her to be earnest and diligent, never complaining, so she decided to keep her. In the past six months, Xiao Qiao indeed has not made any mistakes.

If a hand fetish is considered a condition, then she should be classified as a mild to moderate patient, with the cause still unclear. Unlike typical individuals with specific fetishes, she is open and never deliberately conceals it

Mo Bing is not considered foolish, yet for the matter concerning Jiang Jiusheng, she has been unable to discern even the slightest hint for three years

Mo Bing changed her reason to cater to his preferences: "There is a doctor at the First Hospital of Tianbei, whom I happened to meet when I took my cousin to see a doctor last time. He has a pair of hands that will surely captivate you."

She then withdrew her gaze and said, "I also live on the seventh floor"

Would you like me to take you up?

Jiang Jiusheng remained as calm and composed as ever: "Isn't it true that I beat him to the point of rolling on the ground in a panic?"

Jiang Jiusheng's fan base is not particularly large in the entertainment industry, yet his combat value is extraordinarily high. If he were to be photographed, the matter of 'rock star Jiang Jiusheng suffering from menstrual pain' would likely no longer be a secret.

Later ... ...

Truly a beautiful figure, even the hands are of the highest quality

Not everyone can make it onto the headlines

The concert venue is only a twenty-minute drive from Jiang Jiusheng's apartment. She took a short nap before being awakened by Mo Bing.

Such a demeanor does not resemble that of a private fan, so why has she followed her all the way

Jiang Jiusheng lazily yawned and said, "I would like to know as well"

Hmm. With an expression neither cold nor warm, and without a hint of surprise, Jiang Jiusheng pinched the cigarette butt between her fingers and threw it in a graceful parabolic arc towards the ashtray

Mo Bing raised an eyebrow, remaining silent

Mo Bing laughed and scolded, "Your temper!" This is already the second time this month that you have disrespected the 'investor'.

Mo Bing still felt uneasy: "Last time, a fan managed to sneak in. Especially those wealthy fans, they are even more terrifying than terrorists"

Mo Bing chuckled. When Jiang Jiusheng first debuted, her personality was much like it is now: carefree and straightforward. A music director at Tianyu, attracted by her looks and demeanor, took advantage of the enchanting night and acted inappropriately. At that time, Jiang Jiusheng threw an ashtray at that music director, nearly costing him his life. Mo Bing thought to herself, it's over; she hasn't even started her career and is already facing disaster. But what happened? Jiang Jiusheng was not blacklisted; instead, that director mysteriously vanished. There were rumors that he spent over half a year in the ICU.

There is no need; the security in this community is very good. She lives in an upscale community, where the surveillance system and security questions are both quite satisfactory

However, Jiang Jiusheng is lazy and too lazy to make the headlines

Mo Bing thought for a moment and felt reassured: "Then I will go home for a while and come back to pick you up"

She refused, squinting her eyes in a smile that was not quite a smile: "I certainly do not want to make headlines because of menstrual pain"

Still wearing that nonchalant expression, like an outsider who is detached from the situation

The man nodded: "Thank you"

She retorted, "Is it necessary to change?"

She is indifferent to the temperature of food, has a strong preference for spicy dishes, and her physical constitution is not particularly robust, suffering greatly during her monthly menstruation.