novelraw Chapter 562 - 251. [Dewy Summer]:
Chapter 562 - 251. [Dewy Summer]:
"Who can blame her for being pretty and having a super impressive brother?""Tsk tsk tsk, in my next life, I must be born into a good family. The entertainment industry is really not for ordinary people. I’ve been playing bit parts for so many years and I’m still struggling at the bottom tiers, sigh..."
"Isn’t that right? We don’t have the luck of Shen the Superstar, nor the backing of Mr. Gu. It’s really disheartening."
...
The hotel’s banquet hall is a world of flowers and crystal chandeliers, arranged warmly and cozily.
Shen Weiyi is still wearing her eternally unchanged white gown, with exquisite makeup, exuding the image of a perfect goddess with every smile and frown.
She holds a champagne glass, chatting with friends, jovial and relaxed, seemingly unaware of Wanxia’s arrival.
Shen the Superstar is well-liked in the circle. Those who came to congratulate her were either heirs from wealthy families or well-dressed actors or singers. Even a few of them who are stuck perpetually at the second or third tier can at least be named.
It was dazzling with stars.
Jin Sinan’s eyes were only focused on Wanxia, "Miss Ji, do you remember how many times I’ve helped you?"
The debts owed before haven’t been repaid, and today he’s picked up another one.
Ideally, the more she owes, the better, so that she can only repay with herself.
Wanxia, unlike him, roamed her eyes lazily and casually from left to right, then made another circle without lingering on anyone for a second longer than necessary, not stingy in giving any person any less time.
Her beautiful face carried a few traces of nonchalant smiles, "Mr. Jin is always ready to help others. Such a small favor shouldn’t be anything... to you, right?"
"No, no, no," Jin Sinan waved his index finger in front of the beauty, the curve of his lips intentionally tinted with a mischievous slant, "Getting benefits from me without needing any wager is limited only to my woman."
Arrogant, yet also... an enticing hint.
After entering the hall, the arm around her waist was withdrawn, even the action of tidying her stray hair just a while ago was utterly gentlemanly.
This kind of man indeed possesses quite an allure.
If she still had the ability to love, she might have been moved.
After circling the room, Wanxia’s gaze returned to Jin Sinan, "Is Mr. Jin free tomorrow evening? I’d like to treat Mr. Jin to dinner as gratitude, you can pick any time and place, is that okay?"
Her voice was very pleasant, especially highlighted by the flattery and pretentious gentleness of the surrounding celebrities, like a wind chime.
The first time Jin Sinan met Ji Wanxia wasn’t actually half a month ago on the hotel’s balcony.
But rather... four years ago.
The singer Xia Qian, who originated from a folk song talent show, was initially the one most likely to challenge Shen Weiyi’s solo dominance in the music scene back then. But a week before the release of her new song, all her past was exposed in a matter of days.
Her father was addicted to gambling and drinking all day long, and her mother was in the skin trade.
She smoked, skipped classes, fought, fell in love early, had an abortion in the second year of high school, got expelled, wandered, sang at third-rate bars, and reportedly also took clients.
The day Xia Qian jumped off the 47th floor, it rained in An City. The rain wasn’t heavy, and the bright red blood flowed everywhere with the rain.
That day, Ji Wanxia knelt beside a body that had long gone cold for four hours. Because it was raining, most of the onlookers had dispersed. Besides the police, only a few scattered spectators remained at the scene.
Jin Sinan happened to pass by, just catching a glimpse by accident.
The woman’s complexion was such a pale color nearing morbidity, her clothes were completely drenched, clinging tightly to her slender figure, the desolation and sorrow in her eyes seemed to threaten to drag her into a dark abyss.
Jin Sinan’s heart, which rarely moved even in compassion, suddenly gave a little jump.
In a moment of inexplicable impulse, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her, shielding her from the dampness and exposure.
But she seemed to have long forgotten, or perhaps, she never even remembered.
The surrounding people had already noticed this striking rose; Jin Sinan turned sideways, discreetly blocking the gaze of several men lingering on her.
He hooked his lips, his long black eyes full of a smile, speaking unhurriedly, "I rarely go home, I eat every meal at a restaurant. Miss Ji’s way of repaying the favor isn’t very sincere."
The implication was clear.
The saying: the hand that gives is above the hand that takes.
"Then... should I make you a meal?" Though Wanxia was somewhat unwilling, compared to being indebted, cooking a few dishes didn’t seem like such a big deal, "But let’s get this straight first, I haven’t cooked in a very long time, so the taste might be... well... you know, don’t be too picky then."