Chapter 67 There is someone beside you

When Sang Wan woke up, she instinctively rolled over on the bed. As soon as she turned over, she ran directly into a warm embrace.

She hadn't gotten used to having someone around her yet, so she suddenly opened her eyes.

Lu Tingzhou was still asleep, his eyes slightly closed. He noticed her rolling over and naturally brought her into his arms.

"Why haven't you left yet? Are you not going to work anymore?"

She kicked her legs and her knee accidentally hit something it shouldn't have.

His face instantly heated up, and he pulled back the covers and gasped when he saw the state of the two people.

Last night they had gone too far. After rolling around on the bed, the man was still not satisfied and forced her to go to the bathroom. Sang Wan had no recollection of how she came out.

"Spring nights are short and the sun rises high. From now on, the king will no longer hold court early."

Now I really understand.

The man chuckled softly as he spoke, his voice still raspy from the morning.

Sang Wan blushed and was about to push him up when her cell phone rang.

She glared at him, turned around, picked up her phone and answered the call.

"Hello!"

The sweet and soft voice was like a feather sweeping across Lu Tingzhou's heart.

He walked over, put his arms around the girl's waist, and kissed the small red mole on her back.

"Um……"

The soft humming sound came clearly to the phone.

"Tingzhou?"

Sang Wan, who was feeling hot all over, was frightened to death by the word "Tingzhou".

It was more like ice-cold water being poured over her head, extinguishing all her enthusiasm.

Lu Tingzhou curled his lips and slowly took the phone from her hand. It was obvious that he had also heard the voice on the phone.

"grandmother."

Lu Tingzhou answered the phone with a steady voice, as if the man who was fooling around in the bed just now was just Sang Wan's hallucination.

But the scorching heat of his hand around her waist silently announced his presence.

Sang Wan's whole body was stiff and he even forgot to breathe.

grandmother?

Lu Tingzhou's grandmother?!

It feels like being caught in bed.

The ice-cold water, no, the ice-cold Arctic Ocean, poured down over her head, extinguishing every inch of the passion that had just been ignited in her body.

It's over.

These two words were the only ones in her mind.

On the other end of the phone, the old lady's voice came with a kind and somewhat inquiring tone.

"Tingzhou, is there a girl around you?"

Lu Tingzhou chuckled and turned his head to glance at the petrified Sang Wan, with undisguised mischief in his eyes.

"yes."

He actually admitted it!

"wait……"

Sang Wan snapped back to her senses, her sparkling peach blossom eyes widening in horror.

Without thinking, she stretched out her pink hand and covered Lu Tingzhou's mouth tightly.

Don’t say it!

Please don't say that!

Her eyes were full of pleading, like a deer cornered by a hunter.

How will she face people in the future after being caught by the elders just after they got together? What will the elders think of her since they are conservative?

Lu Tingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and seeing her anxious and frightened look, the bad nature in his heart was aroused.

Instead of getting angry, he lowered his head and placed a hot kiss on the soft, trembling palm.

“Hmm…”

Sang Wan retracted her hand quickly as if she had been struck by lightning.

The hot and wet touch on her palm was like a branding iron, burning her heart and making it tremble.

Lu Tingzhou raised the corners of his lips, then slowly said to the phone: "Secretary, comrade, is there something you want to talk about at this time?"

Seeing the girl curled up like a quail beside him, Lu Tingzhou touched her head as if he was comforting a pet.

Sang Wan slapped his hand and pushed him away.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up even more, but he still didn't stop petting the cat.

The old lady laughed with relief from the other end of the phone, "I thought you had someone by your side."

"I'll definitely show you when I have one." The man stared at the shrunken head and chuckled softly, "Grandma, what did you say yet?"

The old lady on the other end of the phone suddenly remembered the purpose of her call and said with a smile, "By the way, go back to Beijing this weekend. Grandma has something important to tell you."

"Okay." Lu Tingzhou agreed without hesitation.

"It's settled then. You can't lie to me."

"Yes, I will definitely come."

After hanging up the phone, silence returned to the bedroom.

Sang Wan was still in a huge shock and it took him a long time to recover.

She turned her head and looked at the calm man beside her. She couldn't help but ask, "What important thing did grandma want to talk to you about? Why didn't you ask?"

Lu Tingzhou looked calm, as if the phone call was just an insignificant episode.

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair that was scattered on her cheek behind her ear, his fingertips brushing her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally.

"You'll know when you get there," he said calmly, his tone gentle. "What's there to ask?"

Sang Wan looked at his bottomless black eyes and suddenly felt that everything in this man's world seemed to be under his control.

——

Saturday, Beijing.

The finals of the "Dreamweaver Cup" National Youth Fashion Designer Competition officially kicked off.

The spotlights were flashing, and the air was filled with tension and anticipation.

Sang Wan wore a mask and sat low-key in the middle of the venue. In order not to attract attention, she sat behind her teacher.

Her mentor in college was Li Qingmeng, a famous fashion design professor in China.

In stark contrast to her low-key attitude was Song Xinran, who was sitting in the first row next to the judges.

As the former chief designer of MODO and the favorite to win this competition, she became the focus of the audience as soon as she appeared on the stage.

She was wearing a high-end champagne-colored long dress, with exquisite makeup and elegant posture. She was smiling and talking to the judges around her. Her confidence and pride could not be concealed in her every move.

The host passionately introduced the works shortlisted for the finals on the stage.

Five design drafts were projected one by one onto the giant screen in the center of the stage.

The lights dimmed and everyone's eyes were focused here.

When the fourth work appeared, Sang Wan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Even the breathing became heavier.

On the screen, there was a wedding dress that was breathtakingly beautiful.

The skirt is made of the finest mercerized satin, and is hand-sewn with countless tiny diamonds and pearls to form a dazzling galaxy, which spirals up from the waist and finally converges at the heart.

Under the light, the broken diamonds reflect star-like light, dreamy and holy.

In the lower right corner of the design draft is the designer’s signature - Song.

And the name of the work - "Stars".

Sang Wan's fingertips dug deeply into his palm.

She was very familiar with this work.

She was so familiar with every detail and every curve, as if they were engraved in her bones and blood.

This was her work from a few years ago, and it was her proudest work that she posted on her private Weibo account.

Later, out of selfish motives, she set the post to be hidden less than an hour after it was published.

Because "Stars" was designed by her for her future self.

It was the ultimate fantasy of her girlhood about love and marriage.

She didn’t know how Song Xinran saw it. Maybe... there really were such amazing coincidences in this world?

impossible.

Sang Wan immediately rejected the idea.

The details can be modified, but the creativity and soul are unique.

She would never tolerate this kind of outright plagiarism!

This is no longer simple plagiarism, but a trampling of her dreams!

"Wow, this 'Star' is so beautiful. Seeing it makes me feel like I'm getting married!"

"Yeah, it's on par with another entry called 'First Dawn'. It's hard to choose the winner this year."

The discussions around him brought Sang Wan back to his senses.

The judges on the stage also started a heated discussion. Obviously, they were also in a dilemma about who would be the champion.

Professor Li Qingmeng, who was sitting in front of Sang Wan, turned to the assistant beside him and whispered, "These two works, 'Stars' and 'Dawn', one is dreamy and ethereal with beautiful meanings; the other is full of charm and graceful oriental charm. Both are top-notch. I don't know which one to vote for."

Even the teacher said so...

If Song Xinran had plagiarized her other works and modified them, she wouldn't say anything, but this one was not acceptable.

This was her little idea, but she could no longer remember where the inspiration came from.

I just know that when I saw this work, I felt an uncontrollable sadness in my heart.

The voting results were displayed on the big screen, and "Chu Xiao" finally won the second place with a difference of one vote.

As the host was about to announce the final result, and a smile of victory appeared on Song Xinran's face—

Sang Wan stood up.

"Wait a moment."

Amid the audience's silent anticipation, the movement and sound of her standing up seemed particularly abrupt.

“Swish——”

Countless eyes were directed at her.

Sang Wan raised her hand and slowly took off the mask on her face.

That extremely beautiful face, which was highly recognizable in the entertainment industry, was exposed to everyone's sight without any warning.

“Wow—”

The scene exploded instantly!

"It's Sang Wan! Oh my God, why is she here?"

"Am I seeing things? It's really Sang Wan!"

Flashes went off like crazy and shutter clicks rang out.

The smile on Song Xinran's face completely froze. Looking at Sang Wan, a barely perceptible panic flashed in her eyes.

What was she doing coming out at this time? Thinking that she had already dealt with it, she felt secretly calm.

Sang Wan ignored the commotion around her. Her gaze was cold and directed directly at the glamorous woman on the stage.

She picked up the microphone on the seat next to her. Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in every corner of the venue.

"Sorry to bother you."

Her voice was still tender and gentle, but her eyes were unusually firm.

Song Xinran was protected by her assistant and paused slightly when passing by her.

She tilted her head, a triumphant smile on her red lips, and said contemptuously in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Unfortunately, I left the manuscript in a safe abroad."

"Is it really locked, or do you not have it at all?"

Song Xinran curled her lips and said, "Ms. Sang, if you lose, you have to admit it. Your constant chatter only makes me think that you are not a good competitor."

She waved her phone towards the camera and said, "I took a picture of my draft. You can take a look."

After he finished speaking, a picture appeared on the phone screen, which was the design manuscript of "Stars".

Sang Wan looked at the picture, dodging her phone, and enlarged it little by little.