novelraw Chapter 15 The Feeling of Being Moved
Chapter 15 The Feeling of Being Moved
Just as Wen Shumu helped Ling Suyu re-tie his tie, the PD informed them that they were about to enter.
After having a meal with the important figures from Philemiel, not only Ling Suyu changed his clothes, but Wen Shumu also changed his.
The imperial aristocratic attire he wore in the afternoon was too formal, so Xiao Jin prepared a simple, elegant, and sophisticated satin white shirt for him.
Looking in the mirror, Wen Shumu raised his hand and pressed down a strand of slightly curled hair.
Okay, I can't suppress it.
Wen Shumu gave up, since it wasn't very obvious anyway. He smiled at Ling Suyu, who had stood up, and the two got out of the car together and walked towards the hotel.
As Wen Shumu got closer to the door, he noticed that the production team had laid out a red carpet on the ground.
Walking along the red carpet and through the hotel entrance, the high-ceilinged lobby is luxuriously and modernly decorated, with a predominantly wood color scheme. The background wall creates a layered visual effect, which, combined with the marble, makes the overall space more design-oriented.
A group of staff members stood deep inside the lobby, directly opposite the main entrance. On the left and right sides in front of them stood several people with extraordinary bearing, who were the guests.
However, Wen Shumu had no time to appreciate the hotel's decor, nor did he have time to look at the expressions of the guests and staff. All his attention was focused on the cameras flying around in front of him.
Ling Suyu's expression was icy and his aura was too overwhelming. The cameramen dared not let their cameras fly around the marshal. As a result, the flying cameras gradually tilted towards Wen Shumu's direction.
One of them even practically shoved his hand in his face.
It seems that the cameras won't let Wen Shumu off the hook unless he responds.
Wen Shumu could only slightly twitch the corners of his mouth and reveal a gentle smile in front of the camera.
Knowing that hundreds of millions of viewers were watching the show, he greeted everyone politely, "Hello."
Ling Suyu didn't speak or laugh, but just glanced coldly at the camera that was too close to Wen Shumu.
Then, Wen Shumu saw the camera suddenly "whoosh" backward, flying to a position four or five meters away from him.
The camera operator behind the monitor was saying, "..."
Waaaaah, family members, does anyone understand?! On my first day at work, I got glared at by the Marshal because I was too close to his wife!
[Holy crap! This camera work almost made me dizzy!]
[Is the camera work really that unprofessional?]
[Marshal Ling's cold face is so handsome!]
[That sudden glance he gave the camera was priceless! Has anyone made a GIF of it?]
[That close-up shot of Young Master Wen just now was actually quite handsome...]
My skin looks so good, I don't even have any pores!
[It must be makeup; surely noble families can afford good stylists.]
[Your smile is so gentle and beautiful.]
[Can't you stop putting on an act for the first time on a TV show?]
[This is hilarious! Are they hired trolls? Which member of the Wen family could possibly be associated with the word "gentle"?]
[This is the first time in all these years that I've been accused of being a paid troll. Go check my profile! Have you lost your mind trying to smear someone?]
Kemo's terminal can see the live stream comments in real time. Sure enough, as soon as the Marshal and his wife appeared, the comments were several times faster than before, even surpassing the top-tier Jiang brothers.
However, the environment of the bullet comments can only be described as chaotic, with people praising, arguing, and generally being in a mess.
After spending these days with Wen Shumu, Ke Mo had long since realized that he was definitely not the spoiled young master that outsiders thought he was.
Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, Ke Mo had encountered many arrogant and domineering big shots. He had prepared himself mentally for Wen Shumu's "torture" this time, but he did not expect that Wen Shumu was completely the opposite of what he had imagined. He was very gentle and polite, which made him feel even more favorably toward him.
The four groups of guests finally gathered. Ke Mo stepped forward and asked everyone to stand in the center of the lobby.
Wen Shumu was already standing in this position. He subtly moved a small step closer to Ling Suyu and quietly observed the other three groups of guests from Ling Suyu's side.
Wen Wei and Ye Jingxi seemed to be the most easygoing pair. They both laughed a lot, talked in hushed tones, and held hands.
The Jiang brothers standing next to them were casually positioned, one with his hands in his pockets and the other with his arms crossed, looking very relaxed, but they also exuded the aloofness unique to big stars, as if they were in their own world.
Wen Shumu looked towards the corner and saw two Alphas walking towards him unhurriedly. The blond one always had a smile on his lips and was very elegant, while the black-haired one was the complete opposite, with a blank expression, staring straight ahead and not looking at anyone.
Once everyone was in position, Ke Mo smiled politely: "Welcome to Philemir. This is the starting point of 'Love's Star Journey,' where you will embark on a unique interstellar journey."
A 3D spatial projection appeared in the air in front of the guests. In the deep black of the vast universe, stars of various colors gathered like colorful jewels inlaid on the celestial canvas. Blue cursor arrows marked the route on the projection.
Wen Shumu looked up at the projection carefully, when he suddenly heard a boy's clear voice in his ear.
Jiang Hong asked, "This route isn't complete, is it? It only points to Floating Star as the next stop after Philemir Star, and that's it."
Komo replied, "That's right, the rest of the itinerary will be revealed at the end of your journey on Floating Star."
This is also how the show maintains its mystery and attracts viewers.
Wen Shumu recalled his travelogue. Like Philemer, Fumeng Star also belonged to an independent star system. However, unlike Philemer, it had a unique forest landscape and was an asteroid with a thriving tourism industry.
Komo stroked his chin: "Phiramir is just a meeting point for everyone. Tomorrow you will depart for Fumeng Star."
Ludwig raised an eyebrow: "So rushed?"
"I thought I was going to stay here for two days," Wen Wei said in surprise.
Ke Mo smiled and said, "The Holy Epiphyllum on Fumeng Star only blooms twice a year, and the blooming time lasts only two hours. In order to catch this, we must set off tomorrow."
Wen Shumu immediately perked up; he remembered!
Various rare and precious plants grow on the planet Fumeng, among which the Holy Epiphyllum is one of the most famous, because it has an extremely beautiful symbolic meaning—
Love is captured in its bloom.
Many couples make a special trip to Fumeng Star before their wedding to see the blooming of the Holy Epiphyllum and to seek a beautiful blessing.
Wen Wei, who was deeply in love, had naturally heard of the Holy Epiphyllum. His eyes lit up, and he excitedly tugged at Ye Jingxi's sleeve, whispering the meaning of the Holy Epiphyllum in his ear.
Wen Shumu looked up at Ling Suyu beside him.
In front of outsiders, Ling Suyu's expression was calm and indifferent, even completely apathetic. It seemed that nothing could catch his eye, whether it was the world-famous Holy Epiphyllum or the live broadcast watched by hundreds of millions of people, nothing could stir his emotions.
Noticing Wen Shumu's gaze, Ling Suyu lowered his eyes.
The moment their eyes met, those icy blue pupils reflected the Omega's handsome face, and a corner of his icy exterior silently melted away, suddenly gaining a touch of warmth.
Suddenly, Wen Shumu realized that he was not just imagining things; the barely perceptible warmth was indeed caused by him.
Thump, thump...
What's going on? Just like when he was tying Ling Suyu's tie, he could hear his own heartbeat again.
The scene was clearly not quiet; it was filled with all sorts of chaotic noises.
Wen Shumu raised his hand in a daze, placed it on his chest, and stopped at his heart.
Is this... the feeling of being smitten?
Even before he had seen the sacred epiphyllum in person, the flower in his heart had already quietly bloomed.