Su Ci openly threatened him. “You’re an artist of Chuangshen now, so you must follow the company’s arrangements—unless you’re hoping to be shelved by the company.”

After saying that, Su Ci didn’t look at him again and left.

The person in charge patted the manager’s shoulder before following her out.

Zheng Hao stood up and kicked the chair hard.

The manager took in his rebellious aura. “You heard Miss Su’s words. She’s the treasure of the Su family, even President Su listens to her. You can’t mess around.”

Zheng Hao irritably ruffled his hair, a few strands of fringe falling across his forehead, making his handsome face look even more wild and unrestrained. “I’m not even worried about getting into an accident myself, but this Su Ci is using the company to pressure me. So annoying.”

Hearing Zheng Hao’s words, the manager deeply felt that this little ancestor really needed an even fiercer little ancestor to keep him in line.

Su Ci walked out in irritation.

She didn’t know whether Zheng Hao had taken her words to heart, nor whether he would respond to her threat.

“Have emergency medical personnel been arranged on site?” Su Ci asked the person in charge.

The person in charge responded quickly, “Miss Su, please rest assured. The medical staff arrived long ago and are on standby at all times.”

He felt that the company placed great importance on Zheng Hao’s concert. Not only had they assigned a large number of personnel to handle the event, they had also ordered repeated inspections of the stage from front to back to ensure safety.

They had even brought in a medical team specifically for the concert. Even if an accident occurred, medical treatment could be administered immediately.

Su Ci let out a breath of relief.

She had done everything she could. If Zheng Hao remained stubborn and something happened, she could only hope the medical team would be able to save him in time.

Su Ci walked toward the VIP seats.

The other audience members had not yet entered. The stage was still adjusting the lighting, and the surrounding lights were not turned on. She saw Lu Zhe sitting in place, his figure seeming to blend into the darkness—a quiet loneliness lingering around him.

Su Ci pressed her lips together and quickened her steps.

She sat down beside him, leaned in, and directly kissed his cool lips.

“Tuan Tuan.” Lu Zhe glanced around. There were quite a few staff members in front of the stage.

Feeling the cold aura on him fade away, Su Ci finally became pleased.

Blinking, the corners of her eyes lifting upward, she deliberately asked in surprise, “What is it? You don’t like me kissing you?”

Lu Zhe: …

He reached out and pinched her cheek lightly. In his dark eyes, there was helplessness mixed with tenderness. In the dim lighting, he said in a low voice, “I like it.”

Su Ci laughed happily, her beautiful eyes full of pride.

Of course—she was so pretty and cute, even her little mouth was a fragrant little enchantress. There was no way Lu Zhe wouldn’t like her kissing him.

At seven o’clock, the audience began entering one after another.

There was a certain distance between the regular seats and the front VIP section to ensure comfort for the latter.

Soon, the stands were filled with fans.

The moment the concert began, the fans burst into deafening screams.

“Zheng Hao! Zheng Hao! Zheng Hao…”

Their calls grew even more frantic when Zheng Hao took the stage. Su Ci even heard someone behind her scream to the point of voice cracking.

Su Ci had always been the idol others chased after. This was her first time experiencing fans chasing stars from the perspective of a bystander.

“Do you have an idol you like?” Su Ci asked the Lu Zhe beside her.

Lu Zhe: “No.”

Su Ci had already guessed that answer. If Lu Zhe had said yes, she would’ve been shocked.

Right then, Zheng Hao was performing both singing and dancing exceptionally well. The atmosphere around them instantly ignited.

Amid the waves of excited shouts from the fans, Su Ci kept track of the time. Zheng Hao’s life value had only half an hour left.

Her seat was close to the stage, and the big screens also showed close-up shots of Zheng Hao. When he raised his hand, Su Ci barely managed to catch a glimpse of the life value on his wrist—a thin red line still.

She felt a bit nervous.

Even if she didn’t care about Zheng Hao, a human life was still a human life. She didn’t want it to collapse right before her eyes.

Twenty minutes left.

Zheng Hao was going all out on stage, and the fans’ shouting grew more and more fervent.

Su Ci’s entire attention was fixed on the life value on Zheng Hao’s wrist.

At that moment, she unintentionally noticed a group of people entering from the opposite side of the audience area. The person walking in the center was too prominent, too eye-catching—impossible to ignore.

“Gege?” Su Ci whispered in surprise.

Lu Zhe followed her gaze.

It was indeed Su Zhiyuan.

“Why is Big Brother here?” Su Ci shrank closer into Lu Zhe’s side, trying her best to hide herself. Thankfully, the lighting around the audience area was dim.

She had told her brother she was coming with a friend. Now she was sitting here with Lu Zhe—it was obviously impossible to hide this.

Su Ci suddenly felt the embarrassment of two elementary school kids who ditched going home after school to go play, only to be caught on the spot by a parent.

Several seats in the center of the VIP section were already occupied. Su Zhiyuan sat down several seats away from where Su Ci was.

Su Ci let out half a breath of relief. She didn’t know if her brother had seen her and Lu Zhe together.

She buried her head against Lu Zhe’s chest. “My brother didn’t see me, right?”

Her timid, guilty little posture made Lu Zhe laugh. “He probably didn’t. Your brother seems to be here with a friend.”

Su Ci peeked out secretly and looked over. There was indeed a woman sitting beside her brother, speaking to him about something.

Only then did Su Ci relax. With company around him, her brother probably wouldn’t pay attention to her.

Su Ci planned to observe the last twenty minutes of Zheng Hao’s life value, then quietly pull Lu Zhe away.

Next, she tried to shrink herself behind Lu Zhe as much as possible, anxiously waiting for Zheng Hao’s backflip performance.

Doing a backflip on flat ground was already impressive, and Zheng Hao was actually attempting one on a lifting platform three meters high. Fans were worked up, passionately shouting his name.

In the stands, everything was Zheng Hao’s support color—like a night sky filled with stars.

Su Ci checked the time on her phone.

Five minutes left.

At that moment, Zheng Hao came out in a new performance outfit. This time, he wore a deep-purple silk satin shirt, the hem hanging loosely outside. Several strands of his hair had also been sprayed with deep-purple dye—like a purple demon.

“Nervous?” Lu Zhe could feel the girl’s hand tightly gripping his inside his palm.

Unlike the excitement of other fans watching the concert, Lu Zhe felt Su Ci had no excitement or joy at all—instead, she seemed anxious.

Why was she nervous?

Su Ci’s eyes were fixed intently on the stage. Zheng Hao stood on the lifting platform. Dry ice was released, and amid the mist, the platform slowly rose.

Seeing the wire behind him, Su Ci’s red lips curled upward. Her delicate brows finally relaxed. Smiling, she told Lu Zhe, “After the concert, I’m going to have something good for you.”

Lu Zhe turned his head to look at her. The girl’s eyes were bright, as though something had suddenly made her very happy.

On stage, the lifting platform rose to its designated height. As Zheng Hao’s song approached its end, he prepared for the backflip—the final move.

The moment he flipped backward and landed, his foot slipped. One foot stepped outside the platform’s edge, and his entire body tilted off the lifting platform.

Fans widened their eyes in shock and screamed, “Zheng Hao, be careful—!”

In the next instant, just as Zheng Hao’s body was about to fall, the wire around him tightened, catching him just in time. His whole body hung half a meter above the ground before being slowly lowered down.

As he landed, dry ice rose and purple confetti drifted across the stage.

The stunning scene made the fans go from terrified to ecstatic.

Zheng Hao lay on the stage, his chest rising and falling violently. His heart felt like it had almost burst out of his chest in fright.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up amid the cheers of the fans and bowed deeply toward the audience.

Only he knew—he had almost died just now.

His manager had been watching the performance from below the stage. When Zheng Hao slipped, he had nearly jumped out of his seat in fright. A lifting platform over three meters high—if Zheng Hao had fallen from that, he didn’t dare imagine the consequences.

The manager patted his chest in lingering fear. His face had gone completely pale, and it took him a long while to recover.

He thought of how, if Miss Su hadn’t appeared in the dressing room earlier and forcefully threatened Zheng Hao into using the wire suspension, Zheng Hao would probably be lying onstage right now, being rushed for medical treatment.

Miss Su was truly incredible. It was thanks to her that Zheng Hao survived this ordeal.

The entire venue was filled with fans’ cheers.

Zheng Hao was safe—Zheng Hao, the manager, and the fans all breathed a sigh of relief. Only Su Ci stared at Zheng Hao in disbelief.

Her gaze fell on Zheng Hao’s wrist. On the big screen, his life value was still that thin red line.

Su Ci quickly pulled out her phone and checked the time on the screen. She hadn’t miscalculated—the danger should have already passed.

Everything that had just happened had indeed prevented Zheng Hao’s death.

Su Ci’s brows furrowed tightly.

Why was Zheng Hao’s life value still a red line?

Every time she saved someone before, the person’s life value would immediately change. But now—this was the first time she encountered a situation where she saved someone, yet the life value remained red.

Su Ci stared at Zheng Hao. Was he destined to die?