novelraw Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Chapter 65 On the day of the school anniversary performance, none of the arts committee members dared to trouble their “Big Brother Yu.” So, Wen Yufeng was just one of the audience members.
However, as Qin Qing was about to leave her seat to go backstage for preparations, Wen Yufeng casually glanced at the empty seat next to him and noticed a sheet of paper on the floor.
He frowned and picked it up. It was a sheet of music, likely used for daily practice. Unsure if Qin Qing would need it later, he decided to take the sheet and went backstage.
At that moment, Qin Qing was examining the pale yellow gown and holding a pair of cream-colored high heels, looking somewhat distressed.
“Do I really have to wear this on stage?”
She glanced at the gown and then at the delicate heels, unable to suppress her curiosity. She asked the girl responsible for distributing costumes in the arts department.
The girl responded with a helpless expression, “I’m afraid there’s nothing else suitable. This is the only gown that fits your size and performance type. It’s a performance, so you can’t wear your school uniform.”
Qin Qing frowned, “But I’ve never worn such thin high heels before.”
“Just trust me; the heel’s thickness won’t affect the balance. Besides, this gown is our department’s best. It was approved just last year, and it looks much better than other options. We picked it especially for your piano solo.”
Another male arts committee member, who claimed to be a “future stylist,” also encouraged her, “Believe in my taste—you’ll look great in this gown!”
Under the relentless persuasion, Qin Qing’s gaze returned to the gown. Although the design was indeed elegant, with a fitted waist and silver embellishments, she was uneasy about the deep V-back design and the length of the gown.
She feared tripping over the long skirt while managing the delicate heels, especially under the scrutiny of everyone.
“Come on, hurry up and change and get your makeup done!” The arts department head shouted from a distance.
Pressed for time, Qin Qing had no choice but to head into the makeshift dressing room backstage. Coincidentally, as soon as Qin Qing entered the dressing room, Wen Yufeng arrived backstage.
Recognizable by his distinct appearance throughout the school, Wen Yufeng’s presence caused everyone to avoid confrontation. Even a few girls nervously stopped cooperating with their makeup artists.
Wen Yufeng scanned the backstage area twice but didn’t see Qin Qing, his brow furrowed in concern.
The arts department head, unable to stand it any longer, approached and asked, “Yufeng, are you looking for someone?”
Wen Yufeng focused on him, “Yes, is Qin Qing here?”
The head of the arts department, relieved, pointed to the dressing room. “She’s inside changing. If you need to talk to her, you can wait outside.”
Wen Yufeng nodded, taking the sheet music with him to a spot near the dressing room but not obstructing the traffic. He leaned against the wall and waited.
After a couple of minutes without seeing Qin Qing, Wen Yufeng’s brow furrowed deeper.
Changing clothes shouldn’t take this long. Is something wrong?
Worried, Wen Yufeng was about to walk over when two girls in charge of costumes and styling became anxious.
“Is there a problem with the outfit? Let me check.”
One of them went to the dressing room, asked a few questions, and then entered.
The curtain was drawn again.
Wen Yufeng relaxed his furrowed brow and withdrew his leg from the step forward.
Half a minute later, the curtain was finally pulled back. The girl who had gone in came out first, followed by Qin Qing.
In the busy backstage, people’s eyes involuntarily moved toward the commotion.
Qin Qing emerged in a light yellow gown with a deep V back, adorned with silver beads. The exposed skin on her neck and arms looked delicate and fair. Her hair, released from its tie, cascaded in natural curls over her shoulders, adding a relaxed yet elegant touch.
Qin Qing’s refined features were highlighted under the crowd’s gaze, and with the high heels enhancing her grace, people couldn’t tear their eyes away.
Many people were astonished and whispered among themselves, surprised by her stunning appearance.
“How is it?”
The self-proclaimed “future stylist” approached with a smile and patted Qin Qing’s shoulder, “I told you this gown would look great on you—”
Before he could finish, Wen Yufeng’s hand grabbed his wrist with a vice-like grip, causing him to yelp in pain.
“Who gave you the right to touch her?”
The icy voice, filled with a fierce anger, seemed to chill the air. Everyone around could almost hear the growl from Wen Yufeng’s throat.
The girl responsible for the costumes stepped back in fright, her rationality barely holding as she almost fled.
The previously noisy backstage fell silent, with everyone nervously watching.
Qin Qing’s eyes also showed a hint of panic.
She hadn’t seen Wen Yufeng this intimidating in a long time.
“Wen Yufeng, don’t do this.” Qin Qing instinctively placed her hand on Wen Yufeng’s hand, trying to stop him.
Before she could even exert pressure, Wen Yufeng abruptly released the other person and seized Qin Qing’s wrist. At the same time, he stepped closer, narrowing the distance between them to almost zero.
They faced each other. One was slightly lowering his chin, eyes fierce and intense; the other, lifting her face, with eyes flickering in worry.
Feeling the intense gaze from everyone in the room, Qin Qing’s cheeks flushed. She instinctively tried to pull her wrist away and move back.
But the next second, Wen Yufeng, perceiving her intention, raised his hand and placed it firmly on her bare back.
The smooth skin on her back felt like it was burning from his touch.
Qin Qing was stunned, the heat spreading to her cheeks.
“Wen Yufeng!”
Her voice cracked with emotion.
Wen Yufeng’s only reaction was to deepen his gaze.
After a few seconds, he leaned in slightly and whispered near her ear, “If you go on stage wearing this, I will pin you to the piano and kiss you until you can’t speak.”
He paused, his lips nearly touching her ear, “I swear.”
Qin Qing’s eyes widened, and she remained in shock until Wen Yufeng released her wrist and stepped back.
The image of Wen Yufeng’s tall, imposing figure reflected in her eyes, and Qin Qing continued to stare at him, unable to believe it.
Wen Yufeng’s lips curled into a faint smile, but his eyes remained serious, filled with deep emotion.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have expressed such intense desires. It might scare her.
But he couldn’t help it.
If he continued to hold back, he might do something truly irreparable.
Realizing this, Wen Yufeng forced himself to look away from Qin Qing. He turned to the arts committee member.
“Give me that.”
The girl, startled, responded, “Ah?”
Wen Yufeng’s gaze dropped to her arms holding Qin Qing’s school uniform.
The girl quickly handed it over.
Wen Yufeng took the jacket, spreading it out and draping it over Qin Qing’s shoulders.
However, the tailored jacket was too small to serve as a proper cover, and it might fall off with movement.
Wen Yufeng’s eyes darkened.
Without much thought, he handed Qin Qing’s clothes back to the girl, unbuttoned his own suit jacket, and wrapped it around Qin Qing.
The other members of the arts department fell silent, not daring to voice any objections.
So, twenty minutes later.
When the curtain rose, the audience saw a girl in a pale yellow gown but wearing an obviously oversized school uniform jacket over it. Teachers and students alike were left questioning the situation.