The big star has a prince syndrome

Ye Yan has stayed at home for too long. This vacation is the longest one he has had in all the years since his debut. On weekdays, the company also stipulates that he should try not to go out unless it is force majeure.

After all, being recognized is not scary. What is scary is that super stars with high traffic like them have the attribute of attracting paparazzi and illegitimate children.

Ye Yan had suffered losses before, so he didn't like to go out during his rest time, but this time was different. The vacation was long and Xu Qingran was not around to spend time with him.

He couldn't hold it in any longer, and after thinking for several hours, he decided to sneak out to the supermarket without telling anyone.

So he changed into a comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants, found a golden wig from the drawer of the cloakroom and put it on, and finally added a knitted hat and a mask.

After finishing his outfit, he stood in front of the mirror. He had to admit that his disguise was so successful that he almost didn't recognize himself.

"What kind of fate is this? I'm in a relationship and still have to go shopping alone. How unlucky..."

He stared at himself in the mirror and couldn't help complaining.

He has been alone since middle school. Even though he has parents, he still lives like an orphan. Now he is in a relationship, and the person he likes has suddenly turned from an assistant into a wealthy heir and will soon leave him.

Ye Yan felt that he might be born to be lonely. A.TIM Group is such a huge company. When Xu Qingran goes back to work and she has to start work again, let alone a date, she may have to make an appointment in advance even to make a phone call.

He seemed to be suffering from a disease of worrying about everything. He had a good life, was successful and famous at a young age, and had a net worth of over 100 million, but his emotions could not help but turn towards negativity.

He also felt that he was being quite pretentious, but he just couldn't stop his habit of daydreaming.

"I'm only 27, not in menopause."

As if realizing that he was starting to be emo again, Ye Yan complained about himself and turned to walk out. There was no shortage of large shopping malls near the luxury residential area. Although he didn't know what was missing at home, he felt that there would always be something he wanted to buy if he went to take a look.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is when there are few people in the shopping mall. This time is perfect for a big star like Ye Yan who attracts attention wherever she goes.

He was strolling around the huge membership supermarket alone, pushing a shopping cart, taking things from the shelves and putting them into the shopping cart as he walked.

"Cooked crayfish? Is there something this convenient? Two boxes, or three, please."

"I'd like a bag of teriyaki eel, too."

"What kind of wine is this? Try it."

"A box of French Sunshine Rose, please."

"A5 Wagyu, take a piece and fry it yourself tonight."

"This lobster is so beautiful, it must be delicious... Could you please help me catch the biggest one and process it?"

"Give me some peony shrimp too. This is the first time I've seen live ones."

"Two swimming crabs, please."

He was so happy with his shopping and suddenly his appetite exploded. When he saw the fresh seafood, he wanted to eat a little of everything. Maybe he had eaten enough takeout these days and wanted to satisfy his appetite.

The waiters in the seafood area were all grinning from ear to ear because the lobster that Ye Yan had taken a fancy to was very beautiful. Its scientific name was Chinese Splendid Lobster. There was only one in the entire mall and it cost over ten thousand yuan.

It was a cause for celebration that such an expensive item was sold, but what was even more outrageous was that Ye Yan didn't even look at the price tag the entire time. He was only thinking about how to make it taste good when he got it back.

With such bright colors, it couldn't be poisonous, right? Ye Yan thought, if it were poisonous, the mall wouldn't sell it publicly. Suddenly, he felt relieved at the thought. His originally emo mood was healed by the delicious food.

He thought his disguise was perfect, and no one who saw him dressed like an idol would associate him with Ye Yan. However, he still underestimated the group of people who made a living by secretly taking pictures of celebrities.

While he was waiting to buy seafood, a camera was pointed at him from behind a shelf not far away. After taking more than ten photos, it was still not satisfied and changed the angle again. It seemed that because Ye Yan's look today was very special, it was a good deal to take the photo.

Perhaps due to his profession, Ye Yan's sensitivity to the camera has reached the point where he can sense it with just his sixth sense. When he realized someone was staring at him, he immediately pulled his mask higher and looked around.

The other party reacted very quickly and took a step back to hide behind the shelf, successfully avoiding Ye Yan's sight. However, even so, Ye Yan still believed in his first instinct. He was sure that he was being followed.

"He can still be recognized even when he's dressed like this. He really can't do anything else except being a paparazzi."

Ye Yan complained, thinking that since he hadn't done anything illegal or morally corrupt, he could just take the photo. He ignored the person who was secretly watching him and turned back to wait for his seafood. However, he was afraid that his wig would not be usable next time because it had been exposed.

Ye Yan came here on foot, but he bought so many things that he obviously couldn't carry them home by himself, so after paying the bill, he applied for home delivery. It took about fifteen minutes to walk from his home to the supermarket. He also wanted to go out and buy some ice cream, as he hadn't had his favorite snack for several days.

"Hello, I want an original flavor ice cream cone." There are various ice cream and milk tea shops at the entrance of the mall. Ye Yan only ordered the simplest original flavor ice cream.

Just as he took out his mobile phone to pay, a ten-yuan note suddenly passed by him and was extended to the counter.

"Let me treat you to a meal. Nice to meet you again."

Ye Yan was sure that it was a stranger's voice, but he felt inexplicably that he had heard it somewhere before. He subconsciously turned around and saw a curly-haired man wearing black-framed glasses smiling at him.

The man looked to be around 30 years old, and he exuded the aura of a two-dimensional otaku. Ye Yan remembered him, the crazy fan who followed him on the highway back to his hometown and claimed to be a photographer.

"No, I'll pay for it myself..."

Perhaps because he was afraid that the other party would suddenly reveal his identity, Ye Yan panicked and quickly raised his mobile phone to scan the code to pay, then took the ice cream and left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his phone, the man pushed his arm away and stopped him, saying, "I already told you I'm treating you. I'm a fan, not a bad person."

"Then you eat it, I don't want it." Ye Yan said speechlessly. He gave up his favorite ice cream, put away his phone, turned around and prepared to leave.

Just at this moment, the waiter had handed over the ice cream cone. The curly-haired man took it and quickly caught up with Ye Yan.

"You didn't get your ice cream, here you go."

"I've already told you no, don't follow me. I've already told you that if you want to film me, contact my agency through my own studio. It's useless for you to secretly film me."

He didn't want to get entangled with a paparazzi on the street, so he kept his composure and quickened his pace, trying to distance himself from the other person. He was even more afraid that the other person would suddenly reveal his identity and attract onlookers.

He feels very insecure now, after all, there is no one else around him today.

But the guy wouldn't give in and kept pestering me with the ice cream.

"I just wanted to treat you to an ice cream. You clearly wanted it, so why don't you want it now?"

"I have no appetite now, okay? If you keep following me I'm going to call the police."

Ye Yan resisted, saying that he didn't believe this person was his fan. After all, the only people who could do such things as stalking and secretly taking photos were either paparazzi or illegitimate children, and in any case, they definitely couldn't be fans.

"I'm your fan. Are you going to call the police to arrest your fans? Take it. I'll let you take it!"

The man suddenly shouted in a louder voice, then grabbed Ye Yan's arm and handed the almost melted ice cream to him. His eyes were a little scary, like an angry wolf. Ye Yan was stunned and froze in place, at a loss as to what to do.

Seeing that passers-by were looking at him strangely, in order to avoid being recognized, he could only slowly raise his hand to take the ice cream cone that was about to collapse.

"That's right. This is a token of my appreciation. It's a rare treat for you. This is my business card. When you decide to have me take a photo, please contact me. I'm leaving now."

The man stuffed a business card into Ye Yan's coat pocket, then smiled at him and prepared to leave.

"By the way, please don't call the police to arrest me. I mean no harm. Bye."

The man waved to him and left reluctantly. Ye Yan stood there in a daze for a long time until the ice cream melted and dripped onto the back of his hand.

When he came to his senses after feeling the chill, the man had disappeared in the crowd. Ye Yan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the thing in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then silently pulled open the mask and licked it.

He was not greedy, but he had a premonition that the crazy man was still watching him from a distance. If he saw that the things he gave were thrown into the trash can, the consequences would be unpredictable.