Chapter 134: Someone Wants to Harm Me!
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The names on the other nearby seats also belonged to heavyweight singers whose reputations were widely known.
Something was wrong.
Shouldn't he have been seated in the section reserved for Jiang Yan's team?
Could the rules be different from those in his previous life?
After asking a staff member, Su Chen was told that the labels had all been placed according to the seating plan.
Although he vaguely sensed that something was amiss, he could not put his finger on it. Seeing no point in dwelling on the matter, Su Chen let it go.
“Su Chen?”
Just as he was about to sit down, a voice called out to him.
Chen Qianyang was walking over from the rear section with several people.
“Where's Jiang Yan?”
Damn, the first thing he asked about was a woman. What was there even to say?
What was worse, apart from one man, everyone behind him was female.
Su Chen did not recognize their names, but guessed that they were probably singers who had not yet reached a high enough status.
In a situation like this, he was openly looking for another woman. Su Chen had no idea how the women beside him tolerated it.
“What? With all these beautiful women around you, Young Master Chen, you're still thinking about another woman? That's hardly very gentlemanly.”
Su Chen straightened up instead of sitting down and delivered a small verbal stab at Chen Qianyang.
“Heh. That's none of your concern.”
Chen Qianyang's expression changed. Suppressing his anger, he replied to Su Chen.
He disliked Su Chen intensely.
For one thing, there had once been rumors linking Su Chen and Jiang Yan. Then, at the airport this time, he had seen the two of them together again, appearing rather close. The sight had filled him with jealousy.
In truth, he and Jiang Yan had no relationship at all, yet he possessed an inexplicably strong sense of possessiveness toward her.
For another, the physical appearance he had always prided himself on seemed completely insignificant after he met Su Chen.
As he had just walked over, he had caught the sudden gleam in the eyes of the women accompanying him, and it had left him deeply displeased.
Most importantly, at the airport, Su Chen had talked back to him, challenging his authority.
All of this made Chen Qianyang feel intensely irritated whenever he saw Su Chen.
But in public, he could not go too far.
He glanced toward the entrance. Suddenly, an idea struck him.
“Oh…”
He drawled the word out.
“So Jiang Yan is walking the red carpet outside.”
“Why didn't you go with her?”
Damn, how could a man be so insufferably catty?
Su Chen knew perfectly well that Chen Qianyang was trying to belittle him, reminding him that he was merely a minor composer and had no place on the red carpet.
Even so, Su Chen still felt a little sick.
Of course, he was not going to indulge someone like this.
“Because I'm not qualified, naturally.”
“Then why didn't Young Master Chen go?”
“Could it be because you're not qualified either?”
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Su Chen's words struck Chen Qianyang straight in the heart.
Everyone knew that Chen Qianyang had made an unremarkable living in the industry by relying on a handful of songs. But Su Chen was the first person who had ever dared to tell him to his face that he was not qualified.
Outside, Chen Qianyang had walked the red carpet and even signed his name on the promotional backdrop.
But his time there had lasted less than a minute.
Whenever a major celebrity stepped onto the carpet, the media would urge them to strike a variety of poses and photograph them from every angle.
But when it came to someone like him, the media had shown no interest whatsoever after he appeared.
Chen Qianyang still had some pride. Naturally, he could not remain there for long.
“You…”
He glared at Su Chen with an ugly expression, looking as though he might explode at any moment.
The more he looked at Su Chen, the more he disliked him. In particular, he hated that sharp tongue and wished he could rush over and tear Su Chen's mouth apart.
Su Chen could not be bothered to argue with him any further. He turned his head and glanced outside.
The opening ceremony would probably take some time yet, so he decided to go out for some fresh air.
“Why are you in the first row?”
As Su Chen shifted aside, Chen Qianyang saw the name “Su Chen” on the label behind him and asked in disbelief.
“Is there a problem?”
Su Chen found it strange as well, but remained outwardly calm as he replied.
“Heh. The first row is reserved for kings and queens of pop and other senior singers. What qualifications do you have to sit there?”
Chen Qianyang felt deeply resentful. He had been assigned a seat much farther back.
What right did a mere composer like Su Chen have?
“Can you see the two words on this label?”
“Su Chen!”
“Seats are assigned according to the names. Young Master Chen, do I really have to explain that to you?”
Su Chen patted the name on the seat and spoke coldly.
“Besides, where I sit is none of your business.”
He snorted.
Chen Qianyang immediately became furious and embarrassed.
“Impossible!”
“How could a mere composer like you possibly be qualified to sit in the front row?”
“You there, come here!”
As he spoke, he beckoned over a nearby staff member.
“I'm asking you—how did he end up in the first row?”
“Did you make a mistake?”
The staff member stared at Chen Qianyang as he questioned her angrily, stammering uncertainly as she struggled to answer.
“Hm?”
The furious sound from Chen Qianyang made her whole body tremble. She hurriedly blurted out the explanation she had painstakingly put together.
“We're not entirely sure ourselves. We only placed the labels according to the seating list.”
The staff member did not appear to be lying, but Chen Qianyang still could not help questioning her.
“Is it possible that you put the wrong label there?”
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“That can't be.”
The staff member answered firmly.
“After placing the labels according to the list, we cross-check everything three times. If there were a problem, we would definitely have found it.”
Chen Qianyang frowned deeply.
“Bring me the list. I want to see it.”
He still refused to believe that Su Chen could possibly be seated in the first row.
“Well… it's an internal document. I'm afraid that would be difficult…”
The staff member looked troubled, giving him the sort of official response designed to avoid responsibility.
Chen Qianyang was not about to accept that.
“You're telling me I can't look at a lousy seating list? Get your manager over here!”
Seeing the situation grow increasingly heated, Su Chen stopped standing by and watching the show.
“All right, that's enough.”
His words did nothing but set off the powder keg.
“No! We have to get to the bottom of this!”
“I want to know exactly what qualifications he has to sit here!”
Chen Qianyang snorted coldly.
Before long, the manager came hurrying over with the list in hand.
“Young Master Chen, I'm sorry. I only just heard about what happened here.”
Panting slightly, he opened the list, spread it out, and handed it to Chen Qianyang.
“This is the seating arrangement for this section.”
“Please take a look.”
Unlike the staff members below, he knew how to read the situation.
Whether Chen Qianyang was a good person or not was beside the point.
The title of heir to Dynasty Entertainment alone was enough to make him obediently hand over the list.
Rules were rules only when necessary. Those excuses were merely used to brush off ordinary people and avoid trouble.
Chen Qianyang unfolded the list. He first glanced at Su Chen, then lowered his eyes to the document in his hands.
The moment he saw it, his expression turned ugly.
Curious, Su Chen leaned over and glanced at the list as well.
The name “Su Chen” lay quietly in the first-row position.
He gave Chen Qianyang a half-smile and was just about to say something when—
“Wait!”
“There are marks here!”
“I knew it. How could they possibly have assigned you to the first row?”
“Who altered the seating list?”
At his words, Su Chen leaned closer and looked.
Sure enough, faint marks surrounded his name, clearly indicating that it had been changed afterward.
His expression shifted.
Damn it! Someone was trying to set him up?
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