TSFLIP Chapter 314

Liu Han said, “Don’t you usually hate clearing your mailbox? That’s why I’ve been the one managing your apartment’s mailbox. About a month ago, you started getting a letter every week. You know how there have been so many incidents with obsessed anti-fans in recent years, so I didn’t dare let you handle anything unknown. I checked them in advance. When I realized the letters were just one-sided ramblings of someone pouring out their feelings, I thought it might distract you from your work, so I didn’t mention it. It’s probably just some creepy fan.”

“Wait, you read my mail?!” Feng Guang latched onto the key detail in her statement.

“Read? What do you mean read?” Liu Han smacked Feng Guang on the head, exuding authority. “I was looking out for you! Did you forget a few years ago when an anti-fan pretended to be a supporter and gave a boy band member a drink laced with glue? He almost lost his voice!”

“Are you saying someone would put poison on my mail?”

“Hmm… That is a plausible method.” But before it could harm a big star, the mail carriers would probably be the first to suffer.

Feng Guang stomped her foot. “Han Han Jie!”

“Alright, alright. I didn’t want some over-the-top rant to hurt your feelings. You’ve been so busy with work lately, and I wanted to play it safe.”

Feng Guang knew Liu Han’s actions were out of concern for her safety. From the moment she debuted, Liu Han had been her manager, working tirelessly to make her a superstar. The idea of Liu Han trying to harm her was laughable.

Deciding to move past the issue of the letters being read, Feng Guang pouted and said, “Look, now one of those letters has been sent to this hotel—half a month ago, no less. This means the sender knew I’d be staying here two weeks later. Not even the paparazzi know where I’m staying. This person… is seriously creepy.”

“I’ll arrange for more bodyguards to protect you. You’re not to wander off alone after leaving the set. This letter writer doesn’t seem like an anti-fan; they’re more like an obsessive superfan. And those kinds of people… are far more dangerous than regular anti-fans.” Liu Han peeled off her face mask, her worried expression visible, proving she wasn’t just brushing it off.

Feng Guang thought for a moment. “Han Han Jie, give me the letters. I want to see what they wrote. Maybe I can find some clues with help.”

“I threw them away ages ago. They’re probably lying in some landfill by now. Don’t worry, the whole crew is here at this hotel. There’s no way that letter writer would dare come here and harass you.”

…Why did that sound like the setup for a bad omen?

Feng Guang realized that no matter how strong a woman Liu Han was, she wasn’t invincible. Displeased, she said, “From now on, you’re not allowed to read my mail again. Even if it’s from an anti-fan, I’ll deal with it myself.”

“Hey, you little brat. Are you seriously blaming me right now?” Liu Han jabbed Feng Guang’s forehead with her finger. “I’m doing this for you!”

“Hmph! I don’t care! You just use your age to boss me around!” Feng Guang pouted, spun around dramatically, and stomped off.

Liu Han sighed, sticking the face mask back on her face. Exhausted, she muttered, “Everything I do is for this little brat.”

After returning to her room, Liu Han locked the door, finished tidying up, and climbed into bed for some beauty sleep. But shortly after she turned off the lights, she thought she noticed something behind the curtains.

The window was shut, so there shouldn’t have been any wind. Yet the curtains were swaying…

Liu Han froze, too scared to move. She pulled the covers over her head and stayed like that all night, unable to sleep. The next morning, she emerged with two massive dark circles under her eyes.