Du Xueyan, 31, is the first Chinese female singer to be nominated for the Grammy New Artist of the Year Award.
Just a nomination, it's excellent.
"It's Du Xueyan!" Song Ci's tone could not hide her surprise and joy.
Song Ci pulled Han Zhan's arm, her tone filled with unconcealed excitement, "Brother Han, it's Du Xueyan. She's coming to Wangdong City for a concert! I wonder if I can get her ticket."
Hearing Song Ci's yelling in his ear, Han Zhan finally looked up at the promotional video for the reunion on the screen. He reacted very calmly, looking at the Siren Song Queen Du Xueyan with the same eyes as he would look at an ordinary person.
Pulling Song Ci to a less crowded place, when the voices around gradually died down, Han Zhan suddenly asked Song Ci: "Do you like Du Xueyan very much?"
Song Ci was staring at a milk tea shop in front of her. When she heard Han Zhan's question, she nodded and said, "I'm a fan of her works. I've bought every one of her albums and have been a fan of her for six or seven years."
Song Ci dragged Han Zhan towards the milk tea shop and asked as they walked, "Brother Han, have you heard Du Xueyan's songs?"
Han Zhan's tone was a little cold. "I haven't gone to listen to it specifically, but I can always hear it in some places." Du Xueyan is so famous that the coffee shops and entertainment venues on the street always like to play her songs.
"So what do you think of the song she sang?"
Han Zhan commented objectively: "Very good."
Song Ci pointed to the top of the building and said, "I, Song Ci, admit that Du Xueyan is prettier than me."
Han Zhan looked at the woman on the big screen, then at Song Ci. He shook his head, "Not necessarily."
Song Ci was a little proud. "Hey, Brother Han, do you think I'm prettier than Du Xueyan?"
Han Zhan suddenly stared at Song Ci's facial features seriously. Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable, but did not dodge and let Han Zhan look at her openly.
Song Ci has a bright and charming face, with slightly deep eye sockets, which makes her look a bit mixed-race. Her eyes are long and narrow, with double eyelids, and she can captivate everyone with just a touch of eye makeup.
She has a raised nose and red lips, and is a natural beauty.
"You're prettier than she is."
Song Ci was delighted, but was a little lost in Han Zhan's mindless praise. "Brother Han really has good taste. Let's go buy your little wife some milk tea!"
The milk tea shop was doing very well, and the two of them waited in line for a long time before they could buy milk tea. Han Zhan bought a cup of room temperature milk tea and handed it to Song Ci, "You can't drink iced milk tea now, so I ordered room temperature milk tea for you."
Song Ci didn't mind, she took the milk tea and asked Han Zhan: "You don't want to drink it?"
Han Zhan shook his head, "I'm not used to drinking it."
Song Ci muttered something like "old-fashioned" before opening the milk tea and drinking it. After taking only two sips, she couldn't wait to take out her phone to take a picture and then post it on Weibo. After posting on Weibo, Song Ci handed the milk tea to Han Zhan: "I don't want to drink it anymore."
Han Zhan held the cup of milk tea she handed him and said in surprise, "Didn't you keep saying you wanted to drink milk tea? Just two sips?"
Song Ci rubbed his stomach and said, "If you drink too much, you'll gain weight. Just post a Weibo and pretend."
Han Zhan really couldn't understand the thoughts of young girls these days. In line with the principle of not wasting, Han Zhan drank most of Song Ci's remaining cup of milk tea. After drinking the milk tea, they went to the restaurant at just the right time.
The alley restaurants have a good reputation and are expensive, so those who can come here to consume are all wealthy people.
The most famous socialite was a skilled dancer with friends all over the world. Song Ci knew almost all of the high-ranking officials and wealthy young men in Wangdong City. As soon as Song Ci and Han Zhan entered the restaurant, they were recognized by acquaintances.
"Miss Song!" A long-haired girl in a light blue tube top dress whispered to Song Ci and waved.
Han Zhan lowered his head and asked Song Ci: "Do you know him?"
Song Ci replied to him: "Well, there are three people I know in this store."
Song Ci took Han Zhan's hand and walked over to the girl, giving her a fake hug. "Miss Jin, what a coincidence, you're also having dinner here tonight." Miss Jin was the eldest daughter of the Jin family, named Jin Feng, whose family background was comparable to that of the Mu family.
Miss Jin has a good appearance, but compared with Song Ci, she is crushed.
Women are jealous. On the surface, they are affectionate with Song Ci, but secretly gossip about her. But when they meet, they can hug each other with smiles, which is both pretentious and ridiculous.
"Yes, Dongfang said the food in this restaurant is good, so he brought me here to try it." When she said this, she winked at the handsome man opposite her.
Song Ci saw all of this.
It seems that the rumors are true, Miss Jin is getting together with the second young master of Dongfang.
Miss Jin touched Song Ci's neck brace and showed concern for her. "I heard you were in a car accident a few days ago. It wasn't serious, was it? How long will you have to wear this neck brace?"
"It will take another two or three weeks." After saying that, Song Ci looked at Jin Feng's date again.
Buddha said that all beings are equal, but there are different levels, and this is especially true in Wangdong City.
Wangdu City, a prosperous first-tier city, naturally had no shortage of wealthy people, but the wealthy were also divided into different classes. The Mu and Jin families were only third-rate families, while the Dongfang family was a level higher than the Jin and Mu families, and could be considered second-rate.
The real top families are the Cheng family of the East Sichuan Group and the Zhong family of Mingtai International.
The Second Young Master Dongfang was well-dressed, the watch on his wrist enough to buy Han Zhan's Volvo. Seeing Song Ci looking over, the Second Young Master Dongfang nodded and said to her, "Miss Song and Xiaofeng are good friends. How about sharing a table?"
Jin Feng turned her head to look at Song Ci, a smile on her face but no smile in her eyes. Clearly, this girl wasn't happy to share a table with Song Ci. She was in the middle of trying to hook up with a man, so what was the point of Song Ci intervening?
Song Ci was the most capable person. She politely declined the Second Young Master Dongfang's request: "Forget about sharing a table. Let's do it next time. I have an appointment today."
Hearing this, Jin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but the Second Young Master Dongfang turned his gaze to Han Zhan. "This gentleman is..." He really couldn't reconcile Han Zhan's face with the identities of the famous young masters he knew.
However, how could a man who could accompany Song Ci to and from a high-end restaurant be a man of ordinary status? Therefore, even though Dongfang Ershao didn't know Han Zhan, he would not look down on him, for fear of provoking the mysterious boss.
"Ms. Song, won't you introduce to us the identity of this handsome guy next to you?" Miss Jin looked at Song Ci with a smile.
They were really curious about Han Zhan's identity.
Song Ci took Han Zhan's arm and introduced him to Miss Jin openly: "He is Han Zhan, my husband."
Song Ci's words, "my husband," caused a landslide and a tsunami. The smile on Miss Jin's face disappeared, and the second young master Dongfang looked a little surprised.
"Husband..." Miss Jin cried out in a lost voice: "Song Ci, you are married!" Even Miss Song didn't call out, which shows how shocked Miss Jin was.
Miss Jin's exclamation attracted the attention of all the guests in the restaurant.
This is exactly the effect that Song Dynasty porcelain desired.
She raised her left hand, smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, I am married."
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