The photographer's shutter clicks were almost constant.
The boy on the screen was dressed in an exquisitely crafted crescent-white ancient costume. When the wind blew, the dragon whiskers on both sides of his face and the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, making him look ethereal.
Coupled with that fair and delicate face, every move she makes under the lens could be a poster; she looks good from every angle.
There were many people standing around, all of them staff members. Wu Weiguang was also standing in the crowd, with an undisguised smile on his face. Little Treasure is Little Treasure; he always manages to surprise him.
She has good acting skills and her appearance matches the role.
The photographer got more and more excited as he took the pictures and showed no sign of stopping. It was An Qingyan who called for a halt first. He took a sip of water from the straw handed to him by his assistant and then said to the staff, "Could you please bring over the blindfold?"
"Okay!" The staff member quickly ran over and brought the item over. It was a white silk ribbon about half a meter long and two finger joints wide, and it felt very nice to the touch.
An Qingyan walked back to the curtain, her fair and slender hands holding a ribbon that covered her bright eyes, then casually tied a knot behind her head.
In the early stages, Shen Tinghan was blind, and his eyes were always covered with a white veil. Later, during his revenge, he met Lin Xiao, the young master of the wolf clan, and was healed by him.
As the boy tied the ribbons around his neck, the onlookers once again focused their attention on him. Covering his eyes only added to his fragile and broken appearance, making his superior face seem even more aloof.
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The way Juejue's mother opened the door for Juejue was absolutely incredible!
Isn't she the epitome of a cold, aloof beauty?
The photographer started snapping photos nonstop again.
Getting a shot is a win!
A few minutes later, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd. An Qingyan couldn't see because she was blindfolded, but she heard someone call out "Hello, President Wen." Wu Weiguang seemed to be greeting the person as well.
"I just came here to take a look around. You all go about your business and don't mind me." A gentle, magnetic male voice cut through the crowd and reached An Qingyan's ears. It was both unfamiliar and familiar, overlapping with her memories.
His body stiffened for a moment, then he pulled off the white silk blindfold and immediately saw Wen Yan standing in the crowd.
Wen Yan stood next to Wu Weiguang, dressed in an expensive white suit. He was tall and handsome, with a gentle smile on his face that matched his name. He met Wu Weiguang's gaze from a distance and nodded slightly.
Several months had passed since An Qingyan last met Wen Yan. When she saw him again, she suddenly felt as if she had been through a lifetime. There was no resentment or hatred, only peace.
How did Wen Yan end up here?
Wu Weiguang waved to An Qingyan, signaling him to come over. After a moment's hesitation, An Qingyan walked over to Wu Weiguang and Wen Yan and politely greeted them as "Director Wu."
"Mr. Wen, this is An Qingyan, the male lead of our drama." Wu Weiguang introduced him to Wen Yan, and then said to An Qingyan, "This is Mr. Wen from Shengshi Group, our sponsor."
"Hello, Mr. Wen."
An Qingyan pretended not to know him, extended his right hand and shook hands politely with Wen Yan, then quickly withdrew his hand. His handsome face remained calm, exuding an invisible sense of distance.
Wen Yan is a well-known photographer in China and the son of the owner of Shengshi Group. He is a rich second-generation heir born with a silver spoon in his mouth. It is estimated that he has already returned to work at the company.
Is it a coincidence or intentional that Shengshi Group has now become a sponsor of this drama?
An Qingyan was unaware.
Wen Yan looked at the boy in front of him with complicated feelings, but he was not as excited as when they first met. He smiled gently and said, "This outfit suits you very well, it looks great on you."
"Thank you." An Qingyan smiled politely and aloofly, nodding slightly. "Director Wu, President Wen, I'll go take some photos now. You two can continue your conversation."
Wu Weiguang nodded. "Okay, go ahead."
Wen Yan followed behind him and walked to the photographer's side. The photographer recognized this famous senior and immediately greeted him. Wen Yan smiled and said, "You take a break, I'll take a few pictures."
"Okay, no problem."
Wen Yan's photography skills were excellent, and An Qingyan seemed to have no reason to refuse this sponsor. So she tied the ribbon again, took the exquisitely crafted prop sword handed to her by the staff, and got back into character.
Wen Yan looked at the boy on the screen, whose movements and expressions were casual and natural, confident and composed. Although his eyes were covered and he couldn't see his eyes, he could still tell the changes in the other person.
The Lin Qingyan he dated in his past life was no different from the boy in front of him, but he was more introverted and insecure. He was always timid when talking to others, lacking confidence and a sense of security.
An Qingyan, who was standing in front of him now, was confident and composed. His movements and expressions were not stiff at all. It was a natural quality that emanated from within, as if the ugly duckling had undergone a metamorphosis and become a noble and proud swan.
Although her appearance hasn't changed much, her temperament has. She's become even more outstanding, radiating charm and attracting more and more attention.
...
At 2 PM, after taking the costume photos, An Qingyan changed out of her costume and removed her makeup. Just as she was about to return to the hotel with her assistant, Wen Yan suddenly walked in.
"Yan Yan, let's talk."
The two assistants looked at each other, puzzled. They wondered how their artist knew the heir of the Shengshi Group and why he had pretended not to know him earlier.
The way Mr. Wen looked at Yan Yan seemed a bit off. What's the story between them?
An Qingyan said to her two assistants, "You two go to the car and wait for me."
The two exchanged another glance, then turned and left, closing the door behind them. Human nature is to be a spectator, and they whispered among themselves, "What's going on?"
"Did you see the look in President Wen's eyes just now? I have a feeling there's something going on between them."
"Should we report this to President Lu?"
"I think so..."
There were two single sofas in the dressing room. An Qingyan looked at the man sitting diagonally opposite him, who seemed hesitant to speak, and said emotionlessly, "Speak, what do you want to see me about?"
"Yan Yan, you've changed a lot." Wen Yan gazed at the handsome young man opposite him, his eyes gentle yet complex. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his throat tightened. "Congratulations on reuniting with your true family."
An Qingyan hummed in agreement, and after a moment of silence, said, "You sponsored this drama because of me?"
Wen Yan nodded. "Yes, I just want to get closer to you... I watch that talent show every week. You performed very well, and you were very brave."
"Yan Yan, I know I've wronged you, and you won't forgive me, but my feelings for you are genuine. I made a mistake before, and I hope you can give me another chance, okay?"
In truth, he already had a vague feeling that there was no possibility between him and An Qingyan, that he was no longer worthy of her. But he still had a sliver of hope in his heart, even if it was just a tiny bit, he was willing to give it a try.
Since God gave him a second chance, wasn't it so that he could make up for his mistakes and the regrets in his heart? In his previous life, he lived with regrets until his death...
The handsome man's expression was moved, his gaze deep and tender. If it were Lin Qingyan from her previous life, she might have accepted him again, but An Qingyan would not.
It's not a matter of forgiveness or not. He has long since lost feelings for Wen Yan. Another person has come along and filled that void, leaving no room for anyone else.
Thinking of Gu Fei, a hint of tenderness flashed in the boy's eyes, but when he looked at Wen Yan again, only calmness remained. "Wen Yan, I have forgiven you, really."
"You don't need to apologize to me, nor do you need to feel sorry for me. I am very grateful for the many things you have helped me in the past, and for the warmth and affection you have given me, but that is a thing of the past."
Wen Yan had indeed helped An Qingyan a lot, and he remembered all of that. Their first meeting was at a hotel.
Back then, An Qingyan was a penniless and powerless 18th-tier celebrity who couldn't make decisions for herself. Her manager forced her to attend a dinner party, which was actually just drinking with the boss.
He was a little drunk, and the boss tried to take advantage of him. He refused, pushed the boss away, and ran out of the private room, but was pulled back when he reached the door.
Wen Yan happened to be passing by and rescued An Qingyan from the pack of wolves and tigers, even taking off his own coat to cover him...
In the period that followed, Wen Yan often took care of him and helped him. Later, they naturally got together. Wen Yan was a very gentle person, but he was gentle to everyone.
"Wen Yan, it's all in the past now."
An Qingyan felt a mix of emotions, but mostly a sense of relief.
"It's all in the past..."
Wen Yan murmured softly, looking at the gentle-looking boy, whose beautiful eyes held no trace of him.
His eyes welled up with tears, and his heart sank. Lin Qingyan used to only have eyes for him, and he didn't know how to cherish her. Now, even if he could do it all over again, he couldn't make up for it.
Wen Yan said gently, "Yan Yan, is there someone else in your heart?"
An Qingyan nodded without hesitation.
Wen Yan asked, "Is it Gu Fei? Is it correct?"
An Qingyan replied, "Yes."
Wen Yan fell silent.
He spoke after a moment.
“If it’s him, I’m relieved.” The man smiled, his voice a little hoarse and his tone complicated: “Yan Yan, he really loves you. I… I can’t compare to him.”
An Qingyan didn't quite understand what he meant.
How could Wen Yan possibly know...?
"Actually, I knew about your background in my past life. Gu Fei found out, but by then you had already... had already passed away."
Upon hearing this, An Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his fist tightly on the sofa armrest. "What do you know?!"
He died in his previous life, but Wen Yan is still alive, so the other party knows what happened afterward.
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