Chapter 472 Taking a Big Step Towards Marriage
Ruan Qi rubbed his hands with joy as he suddenly gained two more years of life.
Bai Li had a look on his face that said, "You've really never seen the world!" He waved his hand and said, "This is just the beginning. This is only day one. People who like you are attracted by your face. As they get to know you better, their liking for you will grow, and so will their faith in you."
"Of course, if you can bring back a prize," Bai Li held up five fingers, "five years of life, at least!"
If Ruan Qi could win a trophy, it would mean that she had broken the decline of the Chinese music scene in the past decade and could be deified.
By then, the favorability of Chinese netizens alone will be enough to bring in a lot of faith.
Not to mention that there are so many fans and netizens abroad.
When Bai Li thought of the endless flow of faith points, he couldn't suppress his inner excitement.
But he also knew that winning an award wasn't his decision, nor was Ruan Qi's. He didn't want to put too much pressure on the girl, so he just casually said it and didn't mention it again.
But Ruan Qi took this matter to heart.
She had wanted to win an award before, but she wasn't too obsessed with it. After all, she was still young, and if winning an award wasn't enough once, she could try twice. With her ability and hard work, she would win the trophy sooner or later.
But now, she changed her mind.
If walking the red carpet at the Grammy Awards can add two years to your life expectancy, then if you actually take home a trophy, wouldn't your life expectancy increase by five or eight years?
By then, wouldn’t I be one step closer to marrying Xi Jiu?
Ruan Qi's blood boiled at the thought of this.
She wants to win a prize.
There are two nominations in total. If you can win one, you will be successful.
If I could get both... I would wake up laughing in my dreams.
Ruan Qi suddenly felt a surge of anticipation in her heart.
She stared intently at the huge Grammy Awards logo on the stage, lost in thought.
"Hello." A voice suddenly sounded beside me.
Ruan Qi was stunned for a moment, withdrew his gaze from the stage, and turned his head away.
Next to her seat stood a very beautiful woman.
The woman had flamboyant wine-red curls, a bright and sharp makeup, and a long white dress. And pinned to the hem of her dress was... the corsage Ruan Qi had taken off earlier.
"It's you?!" Ruan Qi looked at the woman in the white dress, her eyes shining. "Are you sitting in this row too?"
The woman in the white dress didn't answer, just smiled and sat down next to Ruan Qi.
"Thank you for what you did just now." She extended her right hand to Ruan Qi. "My name is Annie Dylan. You can call me Annie."
Ruan Qi quickly stretched out her little paw and shook hands with Annie.
"My name is Ruan Qi, and I'm from China. Nice to meet you."
The little girl's hands and voice were soft. Annie Dillane looked at her clear and bright eyes, and her gaze softened a little, and her sharp eyebrows also became more gentle.
Ruan Qi felt her friendliness, and the smile on her little face softened a little.
She glanced at the hem of the woman's skirt and asked with concern, "Has the matter just now been resolved? Those staff members..."
"They were all paid to keep quiet." Annie Dillane's tone turned cold when she mentioned what had just happened. "The staff at the venue are not allowed to bring any electronic devices, so no video or recording will be leaked. They can be silenced by paying a little money."
Ruan Qi nodded and asked, "What about the woman who splashed your orange juice..."
"I scolded her for a full ten minutes in front of everyone backstage. She cried so much that her makeup was ruined," Annie Dillane said in a cold tone.
Ruan Qi was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said "oh" calmly.
Annie Dillane looked at her in surprise, "Don't you think I'm going too far?"
"?" Ruan Qi was bewildered. "Excessive?"
Anne Dillane: "Yeah, a lot of people think I'm being too aggressive. She just accidentally splashed it on me, but I got aggressive."
Ruan Qi became even more confused after hearing this.
"How are you being aggressive?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. "She spilled her orange juice on you. Whether it was intentional or not, you're the victim. Her misbehavior caused you significant losses, yet all she does is cry and apologize, not make amends. So, as a victim, why should you forgive her? Just a few worthless 'I'm sorry's? "
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