Chapter 145 "Which room is yours?"
Mu Jia's heart trembled suddenly.
It feels like being pierced by a series of fine needles in the heart. It's hard to describe the feeling.
She subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the two people behind her in the dim light of the theater.
A typical Asian face, but with a bit of an exotic temperament.
The tailoring of the suit is also clearly European and American style, and when talking in low voices, a few English words are occasionally interspersed.
Unlike Chinese people who grew up in the country.
"...The one from the Xie Group..."
Intermittent conversations drifted into my ears.
Mu Jia's fingertips unconsciously pinched into his palm.
I thought to myself, it can't be such a coincidence. How could it be possible that the person behind me would be talking about the person I was thinking about just by sitting there casually?
She forced herself to turn her gaze back to the stage.
However, the entire back was tense.
On the stage, the melodious music of "Changsheng Palace" sounded.
The pipa strings vibrate out a lingering tune.
The female role, dressed in a moon-white costume, fluttered her sleeves, bringing a fragrant breeze and attracting the attention of the audience.
Mu Jia's eyes could not focus.
"On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Hall of Eternal Life, in the middle of the night when no one is whispering..."
The graceful singing voice of the female role echoed in the theater, but Mu Jia was subconsciously startled. She had accidentally seen a clip of the National Grand Theater performance in China on the short video platform, but the singing voice was no different now, even crisper and more... youthful.
The performance is over.
Mu Jia raised his hand and mechanically followed the other audience members in clapping.
After the movie, Cheng Yu'an ran into an acquaintance in the theater lobby and had a lively conversation with him.
Mu Jia walked out of the main gate alone.
The night wind, carrying the scent of camphor trees, blew towards me.
She lowered her head to adjust the thin shawl on her body, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a slender figure walking out from the side door of the theater.
Walk straight down the stairs.
It was the young female role who sang "Changsheng Dian" on the stage just now.
The girl had taken off her heavy stage makeup, revealing a beautiful and refined face. Standing there in the moonlight, she looked like a white magnolia covered in night dew, tall and straight. Seeing the car coming, she walked over.
Mu Jia was about to look away, but inexplicably, he felt that the girl looked familiar, as if he had seen her online before.
Just as she hesitated, the door of the black car slowly opened.
The warm yellow light from inside the car streamed out, and under the streetlight, the man's well-defined profile was reflected. He opened the car door with his bony hands, and Xie Siyan stepped out of the car. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were cold and distant.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie." Ye Zhen's voice inadvertently brought out a bit of joy. When she realized it, she deliberately slowed down her tone and spoke gently and obediently.
From the angle where Mu Jia was standing, the figures overlapped.
The girl seemed to be holding the man's arm affectionately.
"Did you see my performance today?"
"I have seen it." Xie Siyan didn't even look up, but glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist. "I have booked a hotel in downtown Los Angeles. Let's go together."
He closed the document handed to him by the person next to him and got into the car without even glancing at the person next to him.
Ye Zhen quickly walked to the other side and got into the car.
The black luxury car drove away from the theater entrance in a low-key manner, and the red light of its taillights was lost in the night.
Mu Jia stood where he was, digging his nails deep into his palms, but the sharp pain couldn't cover up the bitterness surging in his heart.
She had imagined the scene of the two of them reuniting countless times.
In the past, she had a little inferiority complex.
Because of family background.
Because the two people are so different.
So she didn't dare to take the initiative to take a step, and just stood there waiting for him to come over.
Whenever she feels that she has not been firmly chosen, she will retreat into her shell, afraid of being hurt.
She had imagined their next encounter, perhaps at a well-dressed dinner, where she would calmly raise a glass in the latest haute couture collection; or perhaps at a cross-border M&A conference, where she would confidently and fluently present her latest project...
Obviously, she is very close to her dream of a gorgeous transformation.
In the past two years, thanks to the steps provided by Cheng Yu, her career has been booming.
When she appears before him radiantly and uses her strength to make up for the gap caused by her family background, she may also be able to express her admiration frankly.
But she never thought that no one would just stand there and wait.
What’s more, it’s Xie Siyan.
How could a child of destiny like him, the son of a top wealthy family, be short of people around him?
I'm afraid that there are already young ladies of equal status lining up, waiting for his favor, and beautiful women around him are within his reach.
Why should he keep waiting for himself?
Mu Jia raised his hand and wiped his cheek, and his fingertips felt something cold.
"Miss, are you crying"
Mu Jia hailed a taxi and mechanically gave her apartment address. The driver looked at her cheek through the rearview mirror and asked with concern.
Mu Jia shook his head subconsciously.
When he realized that he was sitting in the back seat and the driver couldn't see him, he belatedly denied it in English.
But her voice was very hoarse, and by the time she finished speaking, she had already realized it.
I had to remain silent and turned to look out the window.
…
The troupe's celebration banquet was held in the Ritz-Carlton Ballroom.
The ladies were well-dressed and drinking happily.
The actors took turns toasting, but their eyes couldn't help but stay on Xie Siyan.
The seldom-seen head of the Xie Group is the financial backer of their troupe. In order to ensure a smooth global tour, he even set up a company to invest in and build theaters in various places.
And the target, of course, is the beauty beside him.
Ye Zhen, who was at the center of attention, had changed out of her costume. She was now wearing a Chinese cheongsam, which was white and embroidered with dark patterns. Her hair was tied up high, which matched Xie Siyan's suit very well. She was like a hostess, responding to greetings from all parties appropriately.
"Mr. Xie, why didn't I see you sitting in the guest seats today?" The troupe leader greeted him with a smile on his face, holding a glass of wine.
Xie Siyan pursed his lips and replied casually, "I'm a little late."
He tapped the cup lightly with his fingertips, making a crisp sound. "I did take a look backstage—" His eyes pointedly swept over Ye Zhen, as if offering a comment. "You've made progress compared to last time."
The troupe leader was naturally accustomed to the obscure gossips of the upper class and was not surprised by such things.
On the other hand, Ye Zhen, who was being pointed at, blushed when she heard these words. Her fingertips unconsciously tightened the front of her cheongsam, showing a hint of shyness.
Captain He looked over there again.
I think this girl is still quite reserved, but rich people's tastes are too open, which is really boring.
The celebration banquet is coming to an end.
Many people left the venue. Ye Zhen followed out of the banquet hall, a hint of embarrassment on her face. She looked at Xie Siyan, "Mr. Xie, you just arrived today. Where are you staying tonight?"
Xie Siyan raised his eyes and saw Captain He and his group coming out. His eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of elegance, and he asked:
"Which room is yours?"
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