“That girl at the end was so beautiful and elegant. I couldn’t have imagined that pipa and piano would sound so lovely together. It made me feel like my soul was being cleansed. What a treat for the ears!”
“I wasn’t even paying attention to the music. I was too engrossed staring at her, she’s gorgeous!”
“Yeah, she feels so much prettier than all those popular female celebrities.”
Being forced to listen to all those compliments, Xu Lu’s expression darkened to the point that black ink was almost dripping down her face.
How was Wen Qiao as good as they made her out to be?
Not only was she so rude to her father, she was always fierce and uncouth, and not at all gentle like how a girl should be. What’s more, she was delusional enough to pursue Zhuang Yan. She was the laughingstock of the entire school!
Other than that Lu Youyou, who in Nine Middle School was willing to be her friend?
Moreover she was promiscuous and slept around. After failing to win Zhuang Yan’s affection, she immediately turned around and hooked up with some random rich guy!
She wasn’t at all worthy of these praises.
Backstage, Vincent sighed emotionally for the 18th time. “My goodness, I hardly dare to believe that you two are a couple. Oh my god, what amazing affinity. You two are so compatible… you’re simply a match made in heaven.”
Behind, Lu Youyou nodded in agreement. These two people truly looked amazing together.
Fu Nanli smiled. “She’s worthy of your invitation.”
“Of course.”
Vincent shook Wen Qiao’s hand. “Thank you for agreeing to perform with me.”
Wen Qiao replied, “It’s my pleasure.”
Throughout, Fu Nanli’s hand was placed on Wen Qiao’s waist, demonstrating his obvious possessiveness.
Vincent said, “Feynman, I have something to say to you in private.”
Hearing that, Wen Qiao quickly said, “I’ll go out and take a walk.”
With an arm circled around her waist, Fu Nanli edged close to her ear and said, “Don’t go too far away. I’ll be done soon.”
After leaving the backstage, Wen Qiao bumped right into Uncle Li who was smartly dressed in a suit. With his affable face, Uncle Li looked like an approachable elder.
“Miss Wen, is it convenient for us to have a word?”
Wen Qiao walked with him to the railings. Uncle Li didn’t bother to beat around the bush. “Are you really our young master’s girlfriend?”
Wen Qiao clenched her fists slightly. “Why else would I rescue a completely unrelated man at the risk of my own life?”
“You don’t need to explain. Young Master may have lost his memory, but I haven’t. The only two places Young Master ever goes to are the airport and home, and I’ve never heard of him having a girlfriend. Our young master is no saint. If one day your lies are exposed, you won’t be the only one to suffer, your entire family will be implicated as well. Young lady, listen to my word of advice—stop while you can.”
Wen Qiao tightened her grip on the golden railings and lowered her gaze. “You’re prejudiced against me.”
Uncle Li sighed. “Young Master is surrounded by perils and his each and every day is filled with cunning people. Everyone is plotting something against him, eager to replace him. Young lady, if you have a heart, please be a kind person. Don’t be that person he trusts the most, yet deceives him and hurts him most deeply.”
The words seemed to hammer steel nails into her and Wen Qiao’s heart clenched, feeling heartache for Fu Nanli all of a sudden.
Footsteps sounded behind. The man’s large hand was placed upon her waist once more. There was a hint of displeasure in Fu Nanli’s eyes as he gazed at Uncle Li. “What were you talking about?”
The way he was unconditionally shielding her made him seem like a muddle-headed tyrant.
I’m a sinner!
I’m guilty of a mortal sin!
Uncle Li’s solemn expression eased into a smile. “I was just praising Miss Wen about how charming she was at tonight’s performance. Right, Miss Wen?”
“Yeah.” Wen Qiao played along with a smile.
Soon after, Vincent personally escorted the duo out of the cruise ship. As the bodyguard placed Wen Qiao’s pipa case into the trunk, the self-aware Lu Youyou said, “Qiaoqiao, I’ll get going first.”
With that, the bodyguard fled towards the car park, fearing that if he were to stay a second longer he would incur the displeasure of Young Master Fu.
Like that, Wen Qiao was led to the car by Fu Nanli. The lights outside the window illuminated the interior of the car in a flickering manner.
“Tell the chauffeur your address,” the man said in his deep voice.