When Guan Zhizhi took the stage, the audience went wild. Her already delicate face, combined with her perfect makeup, made her radiant. The pink dress made her look younger, and the white belt she wore around her waist was the perfect finishing touch.
Guan Zhizhi sang a song with a somewhat vintage feel, and many people in the audience hummed along, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere. The village chief and a few others scored the song in the audience.
Standing backstage, Lan Qingyue rubbed her forehead in distress, her heart sinking. Her feet ached. She had just gathered a bunch of the original owner's talents. Singing was something the original owner could definitely do, and dancing was also an option. Lan Qingyue originally wanted to choose dancing, but unfortunately, her shoes were uncooperative. She wore three pairs of socks, wrapping her feet up like pig's trotters, but it still didn't work.
Guan Zhizhi made a perfect exit amidst enthusiastic applause. Lan Qingyue, wearing massage shoes, took small steps, trying hard to suppress her laughter. The moment the stage lights shone on her, her eyes were filled with a golden halo, and the audience below could not see any expression. It was blinding.
Lan Qingyue held the microphone and sang a relatively simple song, which lasted only three minutes. When the three minutes were up, she was relieved, but her feet were throbbing with pain. She hid backstage, took off her shoes, and looked at her miserable feet with a pitiful expression.
"You don't feel pain when you wear high heels, so why can't you stand massage shoes?" A voice came from behind, and Lan Qingyue was so frightened that she trembled and almost fell off the small stool.
Lan Qingyue pouted and glanced speechlessly behind her. Qi Yu, dressed in all black, appeared in the dim light. The warm white light from above shone on his hair, casting a soft glow. He held the expensive and mysterious phone in one hand, his lips curling into a half-smile.
"Mr. Qi, you're scaring people to death, okay?!" Lan Qingyue protested weakly. She quickly pulled up her socks and put them on, then put on her massage shoes and sat on a small stool, looking up at Qi Yu.
"Oh?" Qi Yu drawled, "I wasn't trying to scare you, you're just a coward."
Lan Qingyue: "..."
hehe!
Even if I'm not timid, you scaring me like this would make me chicken out, okay?
Qi Yu stood at the backstage entrance, which had only one small door. He blocked the door, leaving Lan Qingyue trapped inside. The longer she stayed, the faster her heart beat.
She finally understood what they always said in school: the authority of a superior can't be faked. That kind of aura emanating from within is so powerful that it becomes one with the other person, inspiring awe in them involuntarily. That's how she felt now—weak, helpless, and pitiful.
Waaaaaah~~~
Qi Yu leaned against the wall, his deep eyes like an unfathomable pool, his gaze fixed on Lan Qingyue's small figure. Some inexplicable memories began to stir within him again. Qi Yu's gaze darkened for a moment, then flashed by again. He chuckled and said, "Where did that ruthless attitude of yours, the one that threw a million at me, go?"
Lan Qingyue: "..."
I'm so frustrated I could cry!
Can we please stop bringing this up? Is there any crack in the ground that she can crawl into?
Lan Qingyue was incredibly embarrassed, her face flushing hot. She blinked her large eyes, forcing a tearful expression, looking utterly pitiful. "President Qi, um...um...I suddenly remembered something I forgot to mention..."
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