The second half of the game has begun.
Huo Zhixing's entry into the game sparked a small surge of excitement. He received a pass from the middle, charged forward, and scored a goal after several exchanges with the opposing defenders!
The entire venue erupted in cheers, and Jiang Can couldn't help but stand up and cheer as well.
Huo Zhixing took off his jersey and waved it in his hand, revealing his strong upper body, exuding masculine vigor.
"ah--"
The ladies from high society standing next to Jiang Can had completely lost their ladylike image.
She turned to look, and saw that the women's eyes were shining brightly, like wolves and tigers, as if they wanted to rush into the arena and devour Huo Zhixing immediately!
Looking further away, the female fans in short skirts in the stands were extremely excited, twisting their bodies wildly.
"Hey!" She was suddenly patted on the shoulder. "Did you see that? Did you see that Mr. Huo? He's amazing!"
"Yeah, yeah, they even outshone the star players!"
"Ah—he's dribbling into the opponent's penalty area again!"
Jiang Can bit her lip hard.
Hearing these screams, she smiled on the surface, but inside she was filled with jealousy.
Why are these women so annoying?!
And Huo Zhixing, if you're going to play football, just play properly. Why do you keep taking off your clothes?
Jiang Can puffed out her cheeks and sat back down in her original spot, as if she wanted to stare a hole through her husband.
The entire match was intense, with both sides giving their all. Near the end, Huo Zhixing dribbled past the midfielder and unleashed a powerful long-range shot that slammed into the opponent's goal!
The referee blew the final whistle.
Tens of thousands of people cheered simultaneously in the huge stadium.
Jiang Can looked up and saw that the man had taken off his clothes again to celebrate his victory in the competition.
"Huo Zhixing!" she shouted in Chinese, "Put your clothes on!"
However, her voice was drowned out by this sea of joy.
Huo Zhixing on the field not only wasn't wearing clothes, but he also deliberately spread his arms to let the camera film him.
Just as Jiang Can was about to lash out, she saw the large screen in the center of the stadium and froze instantly.
On the big screen was Huo Zhixing, shirtless, with the character "灿" (can) tattooed on his chest.
The man patted his chest and raised his arms in a shout.
He was telling the world in this way that the person he cherished most in his heart was named "Cancan".
The stadium fell silent for a few seconds as everyone whispered among themselves, trying to figure out what the Chinese phrase meant.
Jiang Can's mind went blank for a moment, and when he came to his senses, fireworks burst in the sky above the stadium.
As night fell, the fireworks shone like stars, transforming into hearts in the night sky.
Jiang Can's heart skipped a beat. She stared blankly at everything in front of her, and suddenly felt an urge to cry.
Huo Zhixing walked up to her, holding the trophy.
His deep eyes were filled with doting affection and tenderness. He had already put on his jersey, and his hair, soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead, softened his sharp features.
Jiang Can burst into tears, laughing and crying at the same time, and tried to hide from the reporters and cameras around her.
Huo Zhixing gently embraced her, and the spot where her small face was pressed against was the tattoo of the character "灿".
She touched it with her hand, a happy smile appearing on her lips.
"When did you get this tattoo? You kept it a secret from me!"
No wonder he's been sleeping all wrapped up tightly these past few days; he was hiding a secret.
Huo Zhixing gently kissed her forehead and chuckled softly.
"Honey, does getting a tattoo hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt at all."
"But……"
However, his family had strict rules, and neither the Huo family nor the Fu family allowed their children to have tattoos.
“But you can get a tattoo on your heart,” he continued softly. “You can only reserve that spot for the one person in your life.”
"So, Chanchan..."
"No matter how time changes, no matter what happens, your name will always be engraved in my heart."
"There is only one place in my heart, for you."
He cupped her small face in his hands and placed a deep kiss on her lips.
Fireworks burst into the sky behind us, each one a shining heart.
The firelight illuminated Jiang Can's beautiful face. She gently closed her eyes, embraced and kissed him, and a tear slid down her cheek.
...
Fu Qingyan held her phone, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
She was watching the live broadcast of this friendly match, and she was so angry that she was trembling all over and her face turned pale.
Then she suddenly raised her hand, about to throw the phone away, but Sun Meifen grabbed her wrist.
"Ouch! What are you doing! What if you break such an expensive phone?"
"Mom—" Fu Qingyan screamed hysterically.
"It's just a broken phone, so what if it breaks! What, can't our family even afford a new phone?"
“This isn’t a problem with the phone,” Sun Meifen gave her a meaningful look. “Even if you smash the phone, the person inside still exists!”
Fu Qingyan's chest heaved, her facial features almost contorted.
“Daughter,” Sun Meifen glanced at the video, “Since that Huo Zhixing is so ungrateful, you don’t need to be so devoted to him anymore! Don’t worry, Mom will find you someone much better! A million times better than him!”
Fu Qingyan collapsed onto the sofa and burst into tears.
"Alright, alright, let them be smug for now!" Sun Meifen patted her on the back. "Don't worry, they won't be smug for long. Mom has a way to deal with them!"
"What other ideas do you have?" Fu Qingyan protested. "You couldn't even handle one banquet last time, what more do you want now!"
"That was an accident last time!" Sun Meifen argued forcefully. "This time... this time it won't happen!"
"Qingyan, just you wait. Once we get the orders from the international fashion week, let's see how they try to cause trouble!"
"What?" Fu Qingyan looked up, wiping her face haphazardly. "The orders from International Fashion Week, are you really confident?"
"Of course!" Sun Meifen said proudly. "Otherwise, what have you been doing all this time? It's all for this!"
"But it was taken from your aunt. Do you think your aunt would forgive you?"
“Heh,” Sun Meifen pointed towards the balcony and whispered, “Isn’t he there?”
Fu Qingyan looked over and saw Fu Chengwei on the balcony, teasing the birds and grinning foolishly.
Her smile was cold, and her eyes held a hint of disdain.
Having a fool is actually quite good; he's not only a sucker but also a shield!
“If your aunt dares to boss me around, just push this idiot out! Hasn’t he taken the blame for us enough over the years? As long as he’s around, not only your aunt, but even your grandfather has to give way to us!”
"Mom, you're amazing!" Fu Qingyan laughed. "That's an order from an international fashion week! With this, your position in Manchester's fashion industry is secure!"
"Heh, I'm just waiting to see if Auntie's face will turn green! Haha..."
However, at that moment, Sun Meifen's phone suddenly rang.
The person on the other end was her secretary, whose voice sounded somewhat flustered.
"Madam, regarding the order... why have you stopped pushing it forward?"
"What?" Sun Meifen was taken aback. "What did you say? I don't understand."
"The order has already been taken by Young Master Huo, didn't you know?"
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