3 CHAPTER THREE - The Little Fella

The whole bar had gone quiet and Zhou Weisheng and his friends were currently the center of attention. This however, wasn't because of him, but because of one individual amongst his friends. Although he and his other friends were all elite handsome men, they were like shadows when walking next to Wei Junhai who was hailed as the Film Emperor with millions of fans. First, there would be a stunned silence and then, there would be a mad mob rushing at them. Thankfully, they would have reached the VIP booth by the time the shock would have worn off.

With the closing of the door, there was a sudden eruption of noise outside. As they all slipped into their seats, Li Fan started up his usual complaints. "This is why I hate going out with Xiao Jun. Nobody notices me when he's around. Aren't you supposed to be filming anyway? Why the hell are you here?" he demanded, as he looked across at Wei Junhai.

Wei Junhai was unruffled as he nonchalantly said, "It wouldn't make a difference whether I was here or not. Nobody would notice you either way." His face was a direct contrast to his vicious words. An overall innocent and adorable baby face, but with a pair of smouldering eyes with a sexy mole underneath his right eye that his fans spent countless nights dreaming about. 

"Again!" Li Fan screamed. "He's doing it again. Do his fans know what kind of person he is?!" 

Wu Fan, who had been holding in his amusement laughed lightly and said, "All right already that's enough. Just how old are you two? You've been doing this since we were in diapers. Weisheng let's just leave these two and order drinks already."

Right at that moment, there was a knock on the door and a waiter stumbled in. He staggered to a stop in front of the table and looked at them all with teary eyes and mumbled in a low voice. "C-can I take your order?"

Zhou Weisheng usually wouldn't have taken an interest in a waiter, except this little fella was acting rather strange. He was standing hunched over with a huge notepad in his hands which was held over yu illhis chest and he kept sneaking glances at them. The strangest part was that he barely paid attention to Xiao Jun and was instead blushing and looking at Li Fan instead. While Li Fan was oblivious to the attention, the others had all noticed. 

Zhou Weisheng had always been highly intelligent and good at noticing small details. The waiter was already being quite strange so with his close observations he had noticed several details. Such as his floral perfume, his girly features, his voice that strangely turned high pitched several times, his hunched over posture and protection of his chest and his lack of an adams apple.

Such as the fact that 'he' was most probably a 'she' and 'he' obviously wasn't a disguised fan. But 'he' was obviously up to something, Zhou Weisheng mused. "This 'little fella' is somewhat interesting." This was his first impression of Xia Ling.