Chapter Fifty-Six: The guest speaker at the seminar was actually him!

By daybreak the next day, public opinion had been suppressed.

After having breakfast with her assistant and Cheng Letian, Song Nian'an went downstairs for a stroll before heading to the venue.

Cheng Letian winked at Song Nian'an, "By the way, if the professor asks later who this beautiful woman is, just say she's my girlfriend!"

"ah?"

"ah?"

The two of them looked astonished in perfect unison.

Cheng Letian scratched his head. "Isn't it because I'm afraid those two senior brothers will make a rash move? Besides, it doesn't make sense for two grown men to go out with a girl. Are we supposed to tell Professor Huang that this is the personal assistant assigned to Song Nian'an, the young woman who became a president's wife?"

That's not without reason.

"It's okay, just say she's my sister. Being your girlfriend is too much of a sacrifice!" Song Nian'an looked at him with disdain.

"Hey, what's wrong with me?" he exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Why am I not good enough? I'm one of the top ten most handsome guys in school, you know. There are even confession threads on the online forum. I have quite a few girls chasing after me!"

As he spoke, he even playfully flicked his nose with his fingertip.

"Yes, yes, you're the most handsome, but you're terrible at games." Song Nian'an finished off Cheng Letian with a single strike.

Xiao Wu listened attentively, nodded thoughtfully, and chose the identity of the younger sister without hesitation.

Xiao Wu only remembered one sentence: Cheng Letian was bad at games.

"Hey you, are we even brothers? How can you sabotage me like this! I've always covered for you like this..."

Cheng Letian looked resentful.

After a few minor squabbles, we arrived at the venue entrance in no time.

The two male students didn't even blink when they saw the pretty girl.

Cheng Letian stepped in front of them and introduced, "This is... Song Nian'an's sister, and also my..."

Song Nian'an interrupted him, "My sister happens to be free, so I brought her along to learn. Is that alright, Professor?"

"Of course, it would be my honor."

The professor gave each of them a name tag with the words "Guest of the Conference" written on it.

I feel like my identity has been elevated.

Song Nian'an took out her phone and took several photos, which she then sent to the group chat for her grandmother and Wen Jing to see.

Grandma: Thumbs up.jpg

Wen Jing: Groundhog Scream.jbg

Cheng Letian: Groundhog Scream.jbg

Song Nian'an: "..."

Looking up, he saw Cheng Letian holding his phone and staring at him with a resentful expression.

So this whole thing isn't over yet?

Song Nian'an glared at him, then continued scrolling through the messages on her phone.

Grandma: When can we bring Grandma along to play together?

Song Nian'an: Okay! Next time I'll take Grandma to stay at a guesthouse in the mountains! I designed it!

Grandma: Our Nian An is so great!

Wen Jing: That's great!

Cheng Letian: Applause!

Song Nian'an: "..."

After we went inside, my senior brother led everyone to their seats and thoughtfully printed out the design drafts from previous years and distributed them to everyone.

Only Cheng Letian was bad at the game and held a grudge.

Throughout the forum, Cheng Letian was playing Honor of Kings. Every time Song Nian'an glanced at him, the screen showed a countdown.

Calling it a bad dish is an understatement; you should say his hand is broken.

It wasn't until Professor Huang went on stage that Song Nian'an reminded him to put away his phone.

The professor took the stage to share his creative experience and design philosophy.

Finally, the host said, "We are honored to have Professor Huang's beloved student, a leader in the design world, a gardener in the education field, and now an outstanding entrepreneur—Wen Siyan."

The professor almost stumbled as he stepped off the stage, but Wen Siyan happened to be on stage and saw it, so he helped Professor Huang sit down first.

After a brief moment of surprise, Professor Huang regained his composure and nodded his thanks.

Wen Siyan turned around and went up on stage to share the types and results of her basic architectural design teaching materials with the students and guests below the stage.

A pair of dark, sharp eyes stared at Song Nian'an, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you everyone, that concludes my speech."

Applause erupted from the audience, along with whispers from the female students.

"To become a professor at such a young age and own his own business, he's a true winner in life!"

"Yes, how wonderful it must be to be his student!"

"But I heard that he has a girlfriend, that big star, Shen Zhuangyue! Entertainment reporters have photographed her several times."

"Oh no... does that mean I have no chance? I saw him looking in my direction the whole time he was giving his speech."

"What are you thinking about... Go to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."

Song Nian'an looked away, spoke to the people around her, and went to the restroom.

A shadow suddenly enveloped Song Nian'an. His eyelashes drooped, casting a faint halo in the lamplight, and his tone carried a hint of gritted teeth:

"Why didn't you come to the meeting with me, the professor?"

Song Nian'an took two tissues, wiped her hands, threw them into the trash can, and replied, "I came with Professor Huang."

"Then I'll treat everyone to lunch later. Professor Huang is also my mentor, so you're my junior brother in that sense."

Song Nian'an took out her phone and looked at it, saying, "My husband and I have arranged to have lunch together. Thank you for your kind offer, Professor."

Wen Siyan's eyes were gloomy as he grabbed Song Nian'an's arm. "What's so great about him? You clearly liked me first."

Song Nian'an's eyelashes trembled slightly as she struggled to pry his hands away. "I have nothing to say to you. Please respect me. You have a girlfriend now. If people see us being all lovey-dovey, they'll write all sorts of things, which is bad for both you and your girlfriend."

"Who said he's my girlfriend?"

"I don't care if she's your girlfriend or not, at least I'm your aunt."

The two were still arguing when footsteps suddenly came from the doorway.

"I don't know if I fell into a pit...it's been like this for so long."

Cheng Letian grumbled as he came in.

It turned out that Song Nian'an had been in the restroom for a long time and hadn't come out. Everyone was waiting for him at the door to go eat together, so Cheng Letian went to the restroom to bail him out.

When he looked up and saw the situation before him, he immediately felt a little flustered.

"Um... Professor Wen, you're also... going to the restroom?"

How did this happen to coincide with Song Nian'an?

Wen Siyan didn't say anything, but pushed open the door and walked straight out.

Cheng Letian looked at Song Nian'an's reddened wrist and said helplessly, "Were you planning to fight even if I hadn't come?"

"No, it's just a misunderstanding."

As they went downstairs, a biting cold wind swept over them. A student pulled his collar tighter and exclaimed with delight, "It's snowing! Look, it's snowing!"

Song Nian'an paused in her actions, and when she looked up, she was surprised to see that it was actually snowing.

Snow is rare in the south during winter, so its arrival this year was so sudden that everyone was excited and exclaimed, "It's snowing! It's snowing!"

The snowflakes fell like tiny crystals into Song Nian'an's palm, but only Song Nian'an felt that this snowfall was terrible.

There was another meeting at the branch venue in the afternoon. At noon, Song Nian'an and Xiao Wu found a compromise hotel to wait for Wen Jing to have lunch together.

The roads were snowy and cars were moving very slowly, so they called a private car and turned on the heater.

The driver's radio broadcast traffic updates: there was a traffic accident at the intersection of Huainan Road. The road was slippery, a large truck overturned, causing a five-vehicle rear-end collision, which resulted in vehicles catching fire. The accident caused one person to be injured or killed, two people to suffer minor injuries, and traffic was interrupted.