novelraw Chapter 548 - 247. [Dewy Summer] Wanxia smiled charmingly with eyes like silk,
Chapter 548 - 247. [Dewy Summer] Wanxia smiled charmingly with eyes like silk,
Four years have passed, what is half an hour?Jin Sinan’s lips curved into an attractive smile, "Going inside is just mutual flattery, very dull. In comparison, being with Miss Ji is much more interesting."
This rare beauty with such unique charisma was worth his extra effort.
Wanxia lazily leaned against the car seat, raising her hand to press her neck, sore and numb from playing on her phone too long, and lazily blinked, "What a coincidence, I think so too."
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A series of photos rolled on the big screen.
The subjects were an elderly couple with white hair, sometimes sitting under a big tree enjoying the sun, sometimes weeding in the field—very ordinary daily activities.
After about a dozen photos, only a solitary elderly figure remained, and gradually, the barren land was covered with roses, dirt visible on the elder’s hands.
The last photo showed two tombstones standing side by side.
"What touches the heart isn’t the light or colors, but the story within the pictures," Jin Sinan read out the awarding speech from the organizers, glancing at the man seated in the VIP area, a subtle smile at the corner of his lips saying, "The Best Photography chosen by online votes goes to... Ji Wanxia, congratulations!"
Upon hearing the name, the water cup in Shen Weiyi’s hand suddenly fell to the floor.
She was wearing a white gown and couldn’t care less about the juice stain, instinctively turning her head to look at the man beside her.
About to leave out of impatience, Gu Shaozhi’s first reaction was disbelief as he heard those three words, thinking he was hallucinating, only lifting his gaze to the stage when ’Ji Wanxia’ was called out a second time by the host.
What he saw was this sight.
The person he had only seen in dreams for the past four years was right in front of him.
In a red strap dress, with a charming smile, every bit of her was breathtakingly beautiful, like she was standing in the flames.
At this moment, even his breath seemed to freeze.
Suddenly, flashes of that night four years ago before the storm—strong winds raging, appeared in his mind.
She stood on the street, her face pale, asking him, "Do you not trust me, or do you trust her more?"
He reached out to pull her paper-like figure into his arms, but she stepped aside, "Wanwan, calm down, when Xia Qian and Xu Qiubai had the accident, Shen Weiyi was in the recording studio..."
"Gu Shaozhi, do you not trust me?" The woman interrupted him, standing still, tears rolling down her face.
Everything else disappeared; she could only see the person in front of her, tears gliding down her cheeks, pooling at her chin, each drop audible like raindrops on stone, ’drip... drip... drip...’
Her eyes filled with desolation, repeating the question, "Gu Shaozhi, do you not trust me?"
...
Wanxia caught sight of the white figure’s unsteady steps as they left through the side door, not resembling the usual goddess image.
What, is Shen the Superstar panicking?
Jin Sinan’s deep, magnetic voice murmured in her ear, "You’re beautiful, Miss Ji."
Wanxia accepted the trophy he handed her, showing her most perfect smile, "Thank you."
She was expressing gratitude to the award presenter Jin Sinan, but her gaze drifted to the man seated in the guest area, their eyes meeting for just a second before she looked away.
It seemed as if she was just accidentally looking in that direction.
Then she confidently answered the host’s questions, explaining the photo’s origin.
"Over these four years, has Miss Ji always lived with this elderly couple?"
Wanxia nodded, "Yes, actually... they are my friend’s grandparents."
The director’s voice in the earpiece informed the host of a sudden spike in live viewership, prompting her to find topics to keep Miss Ji on stage for a few more minutes, "Oh, is your friend here today? Could she tell us how her grandparents met?"
Although the host really wanted to ask something else, she didn’t dare to offend the Gu Family’s CEO in such a setting.
"I’m sorry, my friend..." Wanxia’s smile faded slightly, with a glance passing over Miss Shen, who had returned to her seat, she apologized, "She is no longer with us."
The Xia Qian who had winked and said to her, [Your name is my surname, we should be friends], the most promising singer Xia Qian, has been gone for four years now.
Long forgotten by the world.
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In the backstage restroom.
Ji Wanxia stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror, for a long time, until the water overflowed, dripping onto her feet, snapping her back to reality.
After tidying her slightly disheveled hair, she had just walked out of the restroom when a hand clasped around her waist, a force pressing her harshly against the corridor wall.
She seemed unfazed by the sudden pressure.
After a brief stiffening, she relaxed, lazily leaning against the wall, raising her eyes to look at the man close at hand, smiling seductively, "Mr. Gu, you’re hurting me."
Time was especially kind to this man, four years had brought no change.
His deep, sea-like black eyes were as bewitching as ever, his features sharp, untouched by time, only adding a touch of mature charm.
Gu Shaozhi held her slender waist with one hand, his other leaning against the wall, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing strong arms, trapping her in the corner.
In contrast to the uncontrollable power in his hands, his delicate features appeared calm, his lips curving in an inscrutable smile, "Avoiding me, why come back?"
The proximity allowed his unique male scent to invade her senses, his deep black eyes reflecting her image, Wanxia momentarily dazed.
The spot on her waist gripped tightly by his hand hurt, yet she showed no intent to resist, still enchanting with her gaze, "Didn’t you see? I’m here to receive an award."
She wore rose-scented perfume, speaking in sweet breaths, intentionally brushing her body against his.
It seemed like both a tease and flirting.
Her seductive eyes were like a lazy Persian cat.
"When I saw you in the snow, you had the same look," Gu Shaozhi said, gazing at her charming face, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
He lowered the arm propped up against the wall, his long fingers tucking her loose hair behind her ear, leaning in as if whispering intimately like lovers, "Only today, you’re wearing too little, with other men staring, I’m not pleased."
At first sight, she was in a red dress, like a flame.
Time passed, feeling like another lifetime.
"Is Mr. Gu unhappy," Wanxia laughed softly, layers of allure in her eyes, "Is it because I’m not pretty anymore?"
Before Gu Shaozhi could speak, Jin Sinan, who had waited for ten minutes, stepped out from around the corner, looking at the intimate pair outside the women’s restroom with a half-smile.
He spoke unhurriedly, "Mr. Gu, if you continue being so rough with my date, I might also become unhappy."
At first glance, his posture was gentle to the extreme, yet the hand gripping the beauty’s waist turned a faint white at its joints.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Gu really isn’t gentlemanly.