Cui Ziqi didn't care at all, "What does it have to do with me?"
"This concerns your reputation, how can it not be your business?"
Is reputation important?
Cui Ziqi turned her head to look at him, her eyes as deep and dark as an abyss, devoid of any emotion, as if she truly didn't care about her reputation.
He doesn't care about the misunderstandings he faces from the outside world.
Xia Wan looked at him, and a wave of bittersweet emotions washed over her.
Since the age of five, Cui Ziqi has suffered greatly. In the years since returning to the Cui family, he has lived as an illegitimate child who appears glamorous on the surface but is actually riddled with problems, all under the arrangement of Cui Jiyang.
He doesn't care about his reputation, and he cares even less about himself.
A sour taste spread to her throat, and Xia Wan opened her mouth, but no sound came out immediately.
Sensing that Xia Wan's mood was lower than before, and that her eyes held a hint of sadness, he noticed that she was feeling even more down.
Cui Ziqi frowned. "You...are you disgusted by my reputation?"
Xia Wan clicked her tongue and lightly pinched his fingertips.
"My reputation isn't much better, how could I possibly look down on you? I love you more than anything!"
Cui Ziqi: ...
She would seize any opportunity to confess her feelings to him.
He quickly looked away, his ears turning red.
Xia Wan didn't tease him any further; she had other thoughts on her mind.
A commotion suddenly arose behind me.
Xia Wan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the media friends who had just automatically made way for them were all facing the same direction, and the group was excited.
"Mr. Zheng, we just witnessed your charitable act at the donation ceremony. Tonight, you generously donated 100 million yuan to contribute to the charity cause in Lincheng. It is truly touching. As far as I know, this is not the first time you have done charity. Why are you so enthusiastic about doing charity?"
Facing the camera, Zheng Minghuai did not shy away and stood ramrod straight.
Xia Zhizhi, who was holding his arm and standing beside him, seemed a little intimidated and subconsciously took a step back.
Zheng Minghuai patted Xia Zhizhi's hand lightly, trying to comfort her.
Long, slender eyelashes drooped down, and a pair of affectionate, almond-shaped eyes fell on the female reporter who asked the question.
The female reporter's heart raced, and her hand holding the microphone trembled slightly.
"Does doing charity need a reason?" he asked gently.
The female reporter blushed, but her professionalism allowed her to quickly regain her composure and respond with a smile.
"Mr. Zheng is indeed a kind-hearted person who is able to provide assistance to society within his capacity and contribute to the underprivileged. I believe that the recipients of this charity event will be grateful to you."
"..."
Xia Wan could faintly hear the commotion from this side.
His eyes showed worry.
She almost forgot that she still had the task of drugging Zheng Minghuai tonight.
She also has to maintain the persona of a villainous supporting character.
Cui Ziqi followed Xia Wan's gaze and saw a group of people, from whom she could vaguely hear praise for Zheng Minghuai.
His gaze instantly turned cold.
She cares about her reputation!
He was a pariah, while Zheng Minghuai was a phoenix being lauded to the heavens.
In everyone's eyes, including Xia Wan's, Zheng Minghuai was more eye-catching.
A bitter feeling welled up inside him; for the first time, he felt jealousy!
Xia Wan suddenly turned to look at Cui Ziqi, smiling, her eyes curving into two small crescent moons.
"I heard the organizers have meticulously prepared a show of top-tier quality. Xiao Cui, how about we go up later?"
Cui Ziqi's expression grew even colder.
Did she stay to watch the performance, or did she have some other purpose?
"Aren't you going to treat the injury on your hand?"
He asked in a calm tone, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.
Xia Wan glanced at the wound on her palm; it had long since stopped bleeding, but still ached slightly.
She laughed and said, "It's not too late to deal with it later. If we miss the performance, there won't be another one. Will you come with me?"
Contrary to Xia Wan's prediction, Cui Ziqi did not show any tenderness towards her coquettishness.
The more she acted coquettishly, the worse his expression became.
Xia Wan finally realized something was wrong. Looking at his face, she felt a sudden fear rise up after a moment of confusion.
"What's wrong?"
To Xia Wan's surprise, Cui Ziqi's face, which seemed about to explode, returned to normal in an instant.
He calmly took her hand, his warm fingertips gently caressing her thin silk gloves, yet it sent shivers down her spine.
"It's alright, let's go."
He took her hand, walked around the reporters, and returned to the venue from the other end.
Xia Wan felt unwell all over during that time.
She turned her head to look at Cui Ziqi's expression.
normal.
Absolutely abnormal normality!
She couldn't help but start to wonder if she had said something wrong.
'System, can you detect Cui Ziqi's level of corruption now?'
Two seconds later, the system went online.
[Host, all of the male supporting character's indicators are normal, please rest assured.]
Xia Wan was secretly relieved.
It might just be her imagination.
If this little pervert were truly angry, he wouldn't have such a calm expression.
At the very least, I'll glare at her.
The two returned to their seats and the performance officially began.
A national-level dance troupe's exquisite performance, a talented singer performing live, and a highly artistic theatrical performance...
The variety is extensive, yet they are cleverly integrated together.
Xia Wan's artistic skills are not high, but she was required by her parents to attend various training classes since she was a child. She has a good sense of aesthetics and knows a little bit about art.
She couldn't help but be captivated by this visual feast.
Zheng Minghuai, who had returned to the venue at some point, looked at Xia Wan, who was focused on the stage, and his heart rippled like a lake, feeling numb and swollen.
Swift as a rabbit in motion, still as a virgin at rest.
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