Chapter 404 - Shaking Off the Paparazzi

However, that was only the band members’ or ordinary people’s point of view.

How could Ye Fan possibly sell himself to Nahua Records to become a singer?

Accompanying Chen Jiajin to his office for a detailed discussion was merely Ye Fan’s way of finding another location to privately refuse Chen Jiajin.

In Chen Jiajin’s office, Chen Jiajin sincerely invited Ye Fan to join the label and offered many conditions that even Shen Yan found quite favorable, but Ye Fan declined directly.

Regardless of how earnestly Chen Jiajin pleaded, Ye Fan still refused without batting an eye.

In the end, Chen Jiajin, having no other option, could only retreat and say, “Mr.

Prisoner II, if you one day need to join a record label or agency, please consider Nahua first, okay?”

“Alright,” Ye Fan responded.

Since the serious discussion had come to naught, Chen Jiajin, out of a desire to maintain good relations and coincidentally hitting the lunch hour, warmly invited Ye Fan and Shen Yan to eat in the company cafeteria.

The cafeteria at Nahua Records was markedly different from that of an ordinary company, as it was practically run like a hotel.

This was because many big-name stars and celebrities often had lunch or dinner here while recording songs, so the food was necessarily good.

Of course, they still had to pay for their meals themselves.

When Chen Jiajin led Ye Fan and Shen Yan into the cafeteria, the sight of Ye Fan wearing a mask immediately grabbed everyone’s attention, and they all turned to look.

At Nahua Records, even a cleaning lady paid attention to music, and given Prisoner II’s distinctive masked appearance, they recognized him immediately.

Especially when they saw Shen Yan with him, it confirmed for them that this was indeed the recently much-talked-about Prisoner II.

However, having seen many celebrities, they didn’t crowd around excitedly; instead, they looked at Ye Fan with great curiosity.

Led by Chen Jiajin, Ye Fan and Shen Yan entered an elegant private room, shielding them from the gazes of others.

After ordering the food and drinks, Chen Jiajin said to Ye Fan with a smile, “I heard you singing a new song in my music studio just now, and it was so moving that even an old hand like me had wet eyes.

I can guarantee that your new song will be a huge hit!”

Hearing this, Shen Yan couldn’t help but feel pleased for Ye Fan.

As the vice-president of one of the leading record companies in the country, in charge of scouting music talent, Chen Jiajin’s perspective on music was naturally regarded as semi-authoritative in the industry.

His high praise for Ye Fan’s new song “She Said” was a sure sign it would be a hit.

Ye Fan merely smiled faintly and said, “Thank you.”

Whether “She Said” became a hit didn’t overly concern him.

He didn’t expect to make money from selling songs, nor did he wish to become famous.

Singing “She Said” was almost entirely prompted by something Zhao Lina had said.

Seeing how calm Ye Fan was, Chen Jiajin couldn’t help but hold him in higher regard.

For a newcomer to be so indifferent to fame and fortune was truly remarkable.

After finishing lunch and taking a short rest, Ye Fan returned to the music studio to continue rehearsing with the band, planning to formally record the new song the next day.

In the late afternoon, around four o’clock, Ye Fan left Nahua Records in Shen Yan’s car.

What Shen Yan said was true; someone had leaked the news, and paparazzi, scenting a story, had gathered and were waiting outside the gates of Nahua Records.

As soon as they saw Shen Yan’s car pull out, they immediately started their engines and followed.

“What should we do?

There are about four or five cars behind us from different paparazzi teams.

It’s possible that others are lurking at different intersections,” Shen Yan asked while driving.

“It’s fine.

Just keep driving towards the Xinyang New District,” Ye Fan said calmly.

“Got it,” Shen Yan replied, reassured by Ye Fan’s composure and knowing he was a person who remained calm under pressure.

Still, subconsciously, she pressed the gas pedal a little deeper, not allowing the paparazzi’s vehicles to catch up.

After driving for approximately seventeen or eighteen minutes, Ye Fan said, “Yanyan, up ahead is Longan Road, which is straighter, has fewer intersections, and fewer cameras.

In a while, you stop the car, and we’ll switch seats, and then I’ll drive to shake them off.”

“Okay,” Shen Yan replied, and although she was worried that Ye Fan might not be able to lose the paparazzi, she found the idea of evading them with Ye Fan to be thrilling and fun.

Ye Fan continued, “When we switch seats, we must be quick.

We can’t let them corner us and see who we are.”

“Okay.”

Soon, they turned at an intersection and entered Longan Road.

Ye Fan unbuckled his seat belt, and Shen Yan also began to unbuckle hers while driving.

“Just pull over and stop quickly up ahead,” Ye Fan said, pointing to an empty spot ahead.

Shen Yan responded and couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

Finally, they reached the space, and Shen Yan turned the wheel to the side, abruptly pressing down on the brakes to come to a stop.

“You come over first, and I’ll switch after!” Ye Fan quickly said.

Shen Yan didn’t bother with formalities and immediately half-stood, her gracefully curved body moving toward Ye Fan’s seat.

Because of the urgency and the inconvenience of switching positions in the car, Ye Fan stretched out his arms and embraced Shen Yan by her slender, supple waist, pulling her towards him.

Shen Yan felt Ye Fan grasp her slender, soft waist and her entire body tingled and softened.

Then, she found herself sitting in Ye Fan’s broad and firm embrace.

The soft, delicate warmth in his arms brought Ye Fan to his senses, and he couldn’t help but breathe a bit more heavily.

Especially with Shen Yan’s posterior seated on his thigh, the soft mound made it hard for him to suppress a physical reaction.

However, this situation was very dangerous.

If the paparazzi caught up and managed to take pictures, Shen Yan’s reputation as a pure and innocent celebrity would be utterly ruined.

Therefore, Ye Fan quickly suppressed his distractions and shifted Shen Yan’s delicate body to the right while he moved to the left, leaving the passenger seat and swiftly taking the driver’s seat.

After taking the driver’s seat, Ye Fan immediately started the car, slamming on the gas pedal, and zoomed off with a “whoosh.”

The pursuing paparazzi’s vehicle was finally unable to catch up.

After speeding off for five to six hundred meters and putting a distance of one to two hundred meters between them and the paparazzi’s car, Ye Fan took off his mask.

He was now driving; if he kept wearing the mask and was spotted by traffic police, he would definitely be pulled over.

Even if it was only caught by a police camera, it would cause a lot of trouble later on.

Being personally in control of the wheel, Ye Fan wasn’t worried about the paparazzi catching up to see his real face.

After taking off the mask, Ye Fan casually fastened his seat belt.

“Yanyan, are you okay?” Ye Fan asked Shen Yan in his spare time, turning to look at her.

Shen Yan had already fastened her seat belt.

Her pretty face still held a few traces of blush as she squeezed out a smile, pretending to be relaxed, “Hehe, I’m fine.”

“Then brace yourself, I’m about to speed up and lose the paparazzi,” Ye Fan said with a light smile.

Shen Yan nodded her head with a little excited anticipation, “Okay!”

Next, Ye Fan shifted into fourth gear, pressed deep on the accelerator, and the car sped up.

It dashed through the busy traffic like an agile fish, weaving and overtaking other vehicles, and quickly lost sight of the paparazzi’s car.