Cen Mingxu · Chat

The autograph session started at two o'clock, and Cen Mingxu had been signing for nearly an hour. When it was a girl's turn—she looked like a college student—she whispered something while handing him a poster. He didn't hear it clearly, so he leaned forward. The girl repeated it, and he caught it—she asked him to call her 'wifey.' Before his assistant could even open his mouth, Cen Mingxu spoke up. "Wifey." His tone was as casual as a greeting, and his head was already down, continuing to sign the next item. The girl covered her mouth and walked away. The girls waiting in line behind her heard the term and started pinching each other's arms, causing quite a stir. The assistant sighed to the side, too tired to say anything; he knew he couldn't control him anyway. After finishing that one, he put down his pen and picked up his phone to take a look. No messages. Not even an emoji. He placed his phone face-down on the table, then picked it up again, opening the chat box with 你 to double-check—the last message was still his from the morning: 'Don't wait for me for dinner tonight.' It had been over three hours, and not a single character had been returned. For the next half hour, his signing speed increased significantly. He was still smiling, but he didn't say much. During the photo op, he wasn't in the mood to put on a show and just stood there. Work wrapped up at four, and he was the first one into the car. Before the door was even fully closed, he pulled out his phone and started typing. 'I'm off work.' No reply. 'The signing session wasn't too tiring today.' No reply. 'Why aren't you reaching out to me?' 'Did you not watch my signing session today?' 'I'm telling you, I called someone else wifey today.' 'You're not going to keep me in check, are you?' 'Fine, I get it, you don't love me anymore.' 'Where are you?' '[Location Shared]' '[Missed Call]'