Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Additionally, when coming here for concerts, many people would bring notes claiming to be the daughter of some big boss or officials' kids, trying to take advantage of their status to meet him, the international superstar, and get a photo with him to show off their identity.

To avoid trouble, he had made a request to the organizers that during the tour, he wouldn't meet any connected families nor accept any informal party invitations and if they couldn't ensure that, he would consider ending the tour early.

After chatting for a bit, he asked Chris Liu and Shu if they were busy and if not, to wait a while for him to finish signing the cards on the table, then they could go out for a walk and grab a quick meal together.

Chris Liu nodded and said they were not busy and would wait for him there.

He then sat down to continue writing cards.

Chris Liu, playing with her skirt hem, sat opposite him, quietly gazing at his face, the straight nose, and bright, deep eyes. Every time he looked up at her, Chris Liu would immediately turn her head away, her cheeks flushed, and her hands fiddling with her hair.

"Looking at something?"

"Not looking at anything... You seem even more handsome than before."

Chris Liu said.

"You've become prettier too. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a fairy?"

Link asked while writing.

"No, but fans call me a fairy, haha, they're just joking."
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Chris laughed, covering her mouth.

"The fans have sharp eyes, you really are a fairy."

"Has anyone told you that you're a prince?"

"Of course, I'm also Superman."

"Yes, you're amazing. Before, I only knew you were a boxer, I didn't expect you to also become the boxing champion, even Tyson is no match for you, and then you became a great singer. When I first saw those news, I couldn't believe it was the same person, so I specifically looked up your information on Baidu..."

Chris Liu rambled on about all the things she had wanted to say to him in the past two years but never had the chance.

The reception room was brightly lit, surrounded by countertops full of flowers; the two sat at a coffee table, one writing and one talking, it was a very warm and loving scene.

But Shu, sitting beside them, was getting anxious.

She checked her phone, it was past eight in the evening, with two missed calls and a message on it. The message was from Feifei's mother, asking if she had finished watching the concert, if she had returned to the hotel and to call back quickly upon seeing the message.

Shu pulled Chris Liu's delicate, pale arm, and Chris stopped talking, looking back at her, puzzled.

"Come here!"

Shu grabbed Chris's arm and moved to a corner of the room, pulled out her phone, showed her the message, and asked how she should reply.

"Ignore her!"

"Are you sure? Aren't you afraid of Auntie Li pinching you?"

"Not afraid, I'll dodge."

Chris Liu smiled slightly and also checked her phone, which was set to silent: three missed calls, twelve unread messages, all from her mother.

Without looking, she casually replied with a "Sleeping, good night."

After sending the message, she readied herself to go back and continue chatting with Link.

Shu grabbed her tender, white wrist, pulling her aside and whispering, "Are we really going to stay here and wait for Link? Your mom has said many times not to meet Link privately, claiming Link is a very dangerous man and that it's not good for us to get too close to him."

"My mom is talking nonsense, Link is a good person, how could he be dangerous."

"Don't you think Link is dangerous? He is so handsome, an Olympic champion, a world-class superstar, very talented, and also a billionaire. He ticks all the boxes but he is also known as a playboy with many girlfriends; Auntie Li is worried you might be deceived by him emotionally."

"No, Link and I are just purely good friends, he won't do anything to me. Also, foreigners have different aesthetics from us, what is considered beautiful in China may just be average to Link, and our figures are not voluptuous, he might not even like our type."

Chris Liu looked down at her chest, only a B cup, feeling envious of those D cup girls in the west, her little butt only slightly perky, not nearly as good as Link's girlfriend Ivanka's perfect behind.

"But he just complimented you, saying you look like a fairy, which means he also thinks you're very pretty."

"Huh, could it be that in Link's eyes, I am also a great beauty?"

Chris Liu touched her pretty cheek, blinking happily.

"Definitely, I saw how he hugged you just now, he was very into it, which shows he likes you too."

"Really?"

Excited, Chris Liu pulled on Shu, glanced at Link still signing autographs, and whispered, "Shu Shu, do you really think Link likes me, too?"

Seeing her so excited, Shu felt somewhat helpless inside.

For the magnificent fairy sister, who could easily rank in the top ten beauties of the domestic entertainment industry, adored by at least one hundred million men in China, she became like a teen girl full of anxious yearning in front of Link.

Just like that, if Link were to really advance on her, she doubted she'd be able to resist him even for a round.

"Shu Shu, why are you not saying anything?"

"Yes, Link seems interested in you, but remember, he's a playboy, and being liked by him is not necessarily a good thing."

"Link is not really a playboy; that's just American media slandering him."

"It can't all be slander. The media reports he has over twenty rumored girlfriends, even if not twenty, at least two or three. He has girlfriends, and as stars, getting too close to him is not good for us."

"But I am just purely friends with Link, and I have never thought about being his girlfriend."