做我们这行的最忌讳爱上客人

After graduation, Ling Chen caught the spring breeze of civil service exams and successfully secured a government position—working as an honorable… mortuary makeup artist at the XX Funeral Home.

One night during his shift, he was called in for an urgent job. A certain “VIP” needed a rushed funeral service, and the generous family handed over a five-figure red envelope.

This VIP is not ordinary person—bodyguards stood watch outside the memorial hall, a thorough body search was required at the entrance, all electronic devices had to be handed over, and a confidentiality agreement had to be signed.

Ling Chen thought, even in death, this guy sure knows how to make an entrance.

Just as his patience was wearing thin, he finally saw the person lying in the ice coffin.

It was none other than film emperor He Jinzhao!

Ling Chen, a huge fan of He Jinzhao, never imagined he’d one day personally “send off” his idol.

With a lip brush, he gently swept over the lifeless lips of the man in the coffin and murmured quietly,

“Is this what they mean by chasing your idol all the way to the crematorium?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a haunting male voice suddenly spoke from behind him—

“Dear fan, this is my first time holding a fan meet at a funeral home too.”