Chapter 71 Meeting 3/8.06.37
Kwon Ji-yong's friend across from him also turned around to take a look, but only saw his back.
He smiled and asked Kwon Ji-yong, who had looked away, "You know her? The woman next to Hirayama Kenichi?"
The reason he didn't consider that Anru Feng was Hirayama Kenichi's girlfriend was because he was also involved in the art world.
Although I've never had any dealings with Kenichi Hirayama, I know him; he's married. His wife is the daughter of a famous auction house owner in Japan.
"I don't know him." Kwon Ji-yong said casually, reaching for his coffee, holding it out to him, and taking a slow, deliberate sip.
His friend seemed thoughtful, then gave Quan Zhilong an ambiguous smile, saying with an unclear meaning, "Although I didn't see her face, I feel she's a great beauty. You two are quite destined; her sunshine just happened to shine on you."
He was certain that Kwon Ji-yong was definitely interested; otherwise, he wouldn't have glanced at the sunlight dancing freely in front of him from time to time while talking to him, without showing any aversion.
If you weren't interested, you wouldn't have such patience. After all, even if it's someone you know or a friend, it would be offensive or annoying if they kept reflecting sunlight onto you.
I just don't know if the other party did it on purpose?
He also noticed that the other person didn't seem to be intentionally reflecting the sunlight onto Kwon Ji-yong.
But he knew very well how popular this guy was with women.
If the other party really did it on purpose, then congratulations to her, she has successfully caught Kwon Ji-yong's attention.
Compared to the methods used by other women who had designs on Kwon Ji-yong, this woman's methods were unique and seemed to suit Kwon Ji-yong's tastes, which he appreciated as a romantic.
Before Kwon Ji-yong could respond, he glanced at the top floor of the hotel across the street and chuckled, "I remember you also stay at that hotel across the street, right? On the top floor too? I wonder if it's Hirayama Kenichi or that woman staying there? If it's her, you might run into each other."
Kwon Ji-yong gently stroked the rim of the coffee cup with his fingertips, raised his eyes and smiled, neither confirming nor denying, and changed the subject.
Paris, the city of romance, also has many great places to go at night. You can stroll along the Seine, climb the brightly lit Eiffel Tower, go shopping on the Champs-Élysées, or admire various styles of art in Montmartre. The atmosphere at night is completely different from that during the day, adding a poetic and dreamlike quality.
Instead of appreciating the more romantic Paris under the night sky, Anjou Feng stayed in the hotel to paint.
After finishing the last stroke, An Rufeng put away her paintbrush and looked at the beautiful scenery she had felt in the painting, but she didn't feel much sense of accomplishment.
Anru Feng experienced beauty during her journey, and the paintings she created were all her private works. She would not and did not want to show them to outsiders, but she would like to share them with her parents.
But she is only staying in this time and space for a short time. Her parents are far away in Egypt, and she will leave soon. She will not see her parents again. The paintings she is making in Paris at this time are destined not to be shared with her parents.
The beautiful scenery that only she could experience and cherish herself, when painted by Anru Feng, didn't bring her the same sense of satisfaction; she felt a little empty inside.
An Rufeng put the painting away and sat down in the living room. Ran Lu was preparing for the concert and hadn't returned yet.
She looked out the window at the brightly lit street scene and felt it was meaningless.
I've been in Paris these past few days, sightseeing and having fun, but there's nothing else I want to do.
Being too far from my parents makes me feel uneasy, and I don't feel like painting.
Fortunately, it's already the end of the month, and Ran Lu will soon finish her performance and end her trip to Paris. Then she can go back to China to get the documents and change her timeline.
An Rufeng was looking out the window, her thoughts drifting away. Just as she was lost in thought, a beautiful piano melody drifted in, interrupting her reverie.
Anru Feng snapped out of her reverie. The piano music was coming from downstairs; it was the classic Canon.
The pianist handled the notes perfectly, with both fluidity and clarity, sometimes as gentle as a babbling brook, sometimes as warm as a gentle breeze, with a steady and soothing rhythm.
An Rufeng suddenly became interested as well. She got up, took out Ran Lu's spare cello, tried it out, got a feel for it, and then followed the piano music downstairs.
Kwon Ji-yong chatted with someone he knew from the same hotel in the lounge for a while. After the person left, the staff saw that there was no one else in the lounge and the environment was nice, so they took some photos of Kwon Ji-yong in the lounge.
During filming, Kwon Ji-yong saw a piano in the dressing room and, on a whim, started playing it.
Unexpectedly, not long after I started playing, a bright and melodious cello sound joined in from upstairs.
Kwon Ji-yong paused for a moment, but continued playing with his hands without stopping, joining in the chorus with the other person.
The photographer was taken aback for a moment, and while aiming at Kwon Ji-yong, he checked the sound recording.
The two hadn't practiced or communicated before, but they quickly found their rhythm and worked together seamlessly.
The rich, deep cello and the gentle, delicate piano blend together, complement each other, and respond to each other, creating a harmonious whole.
The melody, transitioning from delicate to gradually stirring, echoed throughout the room, quieting the people in the lounge as they immersed themselves in the gentle, tranquil, and profound musical atmosphere.
The last note drifted gently through the air, leaving the staff still somewhat wanting more. The lounge remained quiet for a while before becoming lively again.
"That sounds so good!"
"Wow, no wonder it's the romantic city of Paris."
"kk, is the person playing the violin a man or a woman?"
"Women, right? That's what romantic Paris is all about."
"The piano music is coming from upstairs, isn't it? Wow, Jiyong, you're upstairs too..."
Everyone laughed and teased Kwon Ji-yong.
Kwon Ji-yong smiled shyly and didn't say anything, letting them joke around. The staff were just making light of things, but he didn't respond, and it soon quieted down.
After filming the promotional materials, and with no work scheduled for today, Kwon Ji-yong went upstairs to his hotel room.
Before entering the room, Kwon Ji-yong glanced at one of the rooms.
Is it her?
Looking from the restaurant across the street, that room is located directly above the lounge.
Kenichi Hirayama probably doesn't play the cello.
Anru Feng happened to play a duet with someone, and the collaboration went quite well. After the performance, her mood improved considerably.
A little while later, Ran Lu also returned.
She came back with a bunch of shopping bags: "Shall we go to Chanel's haute couture show tomorrow at noon?"
"Aren't you very busy? Why do you suddenly want to watch a Chanel show? If you want to buy clothes, wouldn't it be better to watch the brand's exclusive clothing display? The models are the same size as you, so the effect on you is more realistic."
Ran Lu and An Rufeng both received invitations to attend fashion shows from more than one luxury brand. Ran Lu was too busy to go, and An Rufeng didn't want to go alone and sit with others, nor was she very interested, so she didn't go.
“I saw the show, it looked quite interesting,” Ran Lu explained. “I heard from people at Chanel that there will be an even bigger surprise. It’s all very mysterious, I want to go and see.”
Anru Feng thought about the 2015 fashion show. She hadn't paid attention to it; in fact, she didn't follow any of her shows much, so she wondered what surprises it might hold.
Hearing Ran Lu say this, An Rufeng's interest was piqued, so she agreed to go to the show with Ran Lu tomorrow.
On January 27, 2015, Chanel's Spring/Summer Haute Couture show was held at the Grand Palais in Paris.
When Ran Lu went to the fashion show, her teacher called her away for something, while An Rufeng arrived at the show first.
Chanel assigned VIC a personal assistant.
Anru Feng's personal assistant led her to a seat at the very end of the first row, near the entrance.
An Rufeng was very satisfied with this spot. With Ran Lu next to her and no one else on the other side, the media wouldn't be able to take pictures this way.
After An Rufeng sat down, her personal assistant warmly and thoughtfully handed her something: "Ms. An, this is a fabric feel box, which contains feel samples of the season's main materials. You can compare them when you watch the show later."
Anru Feng nodded and thanked her.
Most of those sitting in the show are important clients of the brands, and their seats are mostly arranged in the middle of the second row, ensuring a clear view without being disturbed by the media's flashing lights.
Of course, some people, like Anru Feng, sit at the end of the first row or in a corner, so they can easily see where the clothes are.
Most of the people sitting in Anjoufeng's row were top buyers and representatives of luxury department stores.
Chanel's seating arrangement was deliberate.
The first row seats here are close to the entrance, allowing Anjou Feng and his friends to see the models twice, giving the brand more opportunities to showcase the craftsmanship details and dynamic effects of the garments.
The location is close to the entrance and exit, making it easier for them to leave quickly and communicate about orders.
Placing VICs like Anru Feng here can indirectly stimulate purchasing interest by leveraging the professional reviews of buyers.
Everything is geared towards closing the deal.
An Rufeng sat for a while, and then Ran Lu arrived.
"I went to the wrong place and ended up in the media and celebrity entrance area."
Ran Lu sat down and shared what she had seen with An Rufeng: "I saw a male celebrity wearing Chanel. He's so daring with his outfit! He paired an elegant Chanel women's jacket with ripped jeans and ankle boots, and even added heavy metal accessories! But surprisingly, it suited him perfectly, and the effect was amazing."
An Rufeng listened to Ran Lu's description and tried to imagine it, but couldn't.
Ran Lu couldn't quite describe the feeling either. Just as she was thinking about how to describe it, she suddenly caught a glimpse of someone walking past them.
Ran Lu immediately whispered, "It's him!"
An Rufeng looked up but only saw the other person's back.
My first impression was that he walked in a very special way; his body seemed to sway slightly rhythmically, and his steps were casual yet confident.
He sat down in the first row of another section, one section away from her.
An Rufeng could only see his sharply defined profile. He had his hair slicked back, wore sunglasses, and his lips were pursed. Combined with his sharp, sword-like eyebrows, he looked very cold and aloof.
Anru Feng glanced at his outfit: an elegant Chanel jacket, a casual black T-shirt, a rebellious gold chain, and ripped jeans. He managed to perfectly blend this mix and match, creating a unique and distinctive look.
"How is it? Pretty amazing, right?" Ran Lu couldn't help but ask.
An Rufeng withdrew her gaze and nodded in agreement: "Unique."
After Anru Feng and Ran Lu finished discussing this topic, they chatted about other things for a while before the fashion show began.
Ran Lu looked around. Apart from the garden, everything was made of paper, and she couldn't see any surprises. She muttered to herself, "I wonder what the surprises are?"
Before the models entered, a man dressed as a gardener came in carrying a large watering can, which aroused the curiosity of the crowd.
The man went to the center of the garden and poured water on the paper flowers.
After the man left, music started playing, and the paper flowers actually bloomed!
Ran Lu let out a small gasp and, like everyone else, took out her phone to take pictures.
Anru Feng watched as the paper flowers slowly bloomed and became more vibrant in color, and couldn't help but be amazed. Chanel's creativity was indeed very novel.
The models came out, and when Anru Feng saw the clothes, she suddenly realized that this fashion show was for displaying these clothes.
Chanel's style isn't the minimalist style that Anjou likes, but their elegant and sophisticated feel suits her mother very well.
Anru usually buys these for her mother.
She bought several daytime outfits for her mother from this season's Spring/Summer haute couture collection.
Anru Feng wouldn't stay in this time and space for long, so she just watched the show and didn't buy anything, but Ran Lu did take a liking to one or two items.
After the fashion show, everyone was busy socializing, and many people went to see Karl Lagerfeld, the creative director of Chanel.
Anru Feng had no need for social interaction and planned to leave directly through the VIP channel with Ran Lu.
"You go first, I want to take a picture with that person." Ran Lu pointed to the person wearing sunglasses next to the old lady.
Anru looked over and saw the man who had a stunning knack for mixing and matching.
"Okay, go ahead, I'll wait for you in the car."
Ran Lu nodded and turned to walk towards the Empress Dowager.
After taking photos with the Empress Dowager, Kwon Ji-yong glanced over and saw the back of a woman who looked somewhat familiar. He couldn't help but look at her.
She wore high heels and royal blue flared jeans, which made her look tall and had long legs. She also wore a white off-the-shoulder sweater, and her straight long hair covered her fair shoulders.
Kwon Ji-yong was deeply impressed by her neat, silky hair and recognized her from behind as the woman he had seen at the restaurant.
As the figure disappeared from sight, someone came up to ask for a photo. Kwon Ji-yong was used to this, so he didn't refuse and skillfully took a picture with the other person.
An Rufeng sat in the car waiting for Ran Lu, and Ran Lu returned shortly afterward.
She glanced at the photos of herself with various celebrities on her phone, knowing An Rufeng wouldn't be interested, and after admiring them for a while, she put them away with satisfaction: "The Empress Dowager has invited us to a fashion gala, are you going?"
"Are you going?" An Rufeng asked.
Ran Lu shook her head: "I'm not going. The concert starts tomorrow, and I have things to do."
“Then I won’t go either.” An Rufeng won’t stay in this world for long, and she’ll forget any interesting people she meets soon. She doesn’t want to go, but if Ran Lu goes, she’ll go with her.
The day after the show, Kwon Ji-yong was still in Paris. He had work to do and wouldn't return to South Korea for a few more days.
Kwon Ji-yong returned to the hotel from outside and was chatting with someone in the lounge when he suddenly heard Saint-Saëns' "The Swan" being played on the cello upstairs.
The cello bow glides gently across the strings, as if one could see a white swan swimming alone on a tranquil lake.
The delicate melody flows gently, carrying a sense of tranquility, elegance, and a touch of melancholy.
Kwon Ji-yong walked to the piano and reached out to play the cello's rhythm.
The delicate and gentle piano sounds subtly harmonize with the cello, like the lake water silently supporting a swan.
Anru Feng felt there was nothing fun to do when she went out, so she stayed in the hotel to paint. After finishing her painting, she was in the mood to play the cello again because she had played it last time.
Unexpectedly, someone volunteered to play a duet with her. An Rufeng felt that it was the same person who had volunteered to play a duet with her last time.
After the ensemble performance, An Rufeng noticed it was almost lunchtime. Since Teacher Ranlu wouldn't be eating with her, she decided to invite her to join them.
Anjou played a short section of a classic waltz, and after that, she played two more notes: Do and Si.
An Rufeng stopped, unsure if the other person understood what she meant.
Anru Feng wanted to arrange to meet the other party at 5 pm.
When Kwon Ji-yong heard An Yeo-feng finish one song and start a new one, he played a duet with her as well.
But after playing for a short while, An Rufeng stopped, which surprised Kwon Ji-yong.
Listening from the side, Choi Soon-ho asked in confusion, "This doesn't seem to be a complete section? What does that mean? Is this the person you played with last time? Does the other person not want to play with you anymore?"
Kwon Ji-yong understood what An Ru-feng meant, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "She invited me to meet at 5 pm."
Choi Soon-ho's eyes widened: "Really? How did you know?"
Kwon Ji-yong glanced at him before explaining to Choi Soon-ho, "She was playing a waltz. Waltzes are used in social situations. The last two notes she played were Do and Si, which represent 1 and 7 in sheet music. Put together, it means she asked me to meet her at 5 PM."
Seeing the disdain in his eyes, Cui Shunhao couldn't help but curl his lip and protest, "Who knows you guys! Who knows musical codes! I'm not a music student! How would I know?"
After complaining, Choi Soon-ho asked again, "Are you going to respond? Will you accept it? Are you going or not?"
As his agent, he knew that he happened to be off-duty at that time.
Choi Soon-ho didn't want Kwon Ji-yong to go. The other party was a stranger, and it was not good to have contact with such an uncontrollable person, regardless of gender, given Kwon Ji-yong's status. It would be too troublesome, and it was best not to see him. It's better to avoid trouble.
Of course, Kwon Ji-yong was going to keep the appointment, and there was nothing he could do about it. No one could stop Kwon Ji-yong from doing what he decided. All he could do was take precautions and be wary of the other party. He hoped the other party was a man.
Upon hearing Choi Soon-ho's words, Kwon Ji-yong's lips curled up slightly, and he uttered two words: "I'm not going."
Upon hearing his answer, Choi Soon-ho couldn't help but give him a disdainful look. He knew him well enough to tell from his expression that he wasn't really refusing.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "They're pushing and pulling each other without even knowing if it's a man or a woman, really..."
An Rufeng didn't hear a response from the other party, nor did she care. She didn't necessarily have to eat with the other party; it was just a matter of whim.
Maybe the other person was busy, maybe they didn't understand, maybe they didn't want to... whatever the reason, she didn't care and could accept it.
The next day, when Anru was playing the cello, a piano ensemble came from downstairs again, and it felt like it was the same person who had played the ensemble the previous two times.
Tonight, An Rufeng is going to see Ran Lu's concert. She thinks the person downstairs must be a music lover, so she wants to ask if he wants to go to the concert together.
So, after the duet, following the same method as yesterday's invitation, I asked him to meet me.
When Kwon Ji-yong, who was in the lounge downstairs, heard the invitation with the same procedure as yesterday, he couldn't help but tilt his head back slightly, rub his forehead, and smile helplessly.
Kwon Ji-yong was somewhat troubled.
Ah, I don't want to meet so soon.
Kwon Ji-yong placed his hands lightly on the piano keys, his fingers dancing lightly across the black and white keys, playing a series of notes.
He paused for a moment, then played the same note again.
Three times in a row.
When Choi Soon-ho heard that the process upstairs was the same as yesterday, he knew that the other party was inviting Kwon Ji-yong to meet again.
He knew that Kwon Ji-yong was still free tonight, and when he heard Kwon Ji-yong's response, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to the appointment? What was the meaning of what you played?"
When asked whether he would keep the appointment, Kwon Ji-ryong remained noncommittal, only answering Choi Soon-ho's subsequent question: "I played my phone number."
Choi Soon-ho was shocked: "How could you give your number to someone else?" Then he asked uncertainly, "Will the other person understand what you mean?"
Kwon Ji-yong ignored him, took out his phone, and smirked.
Choi Soon-ho saw his phone light up, clearly indicating a new message had been sent.
Choi Soon-ho's eyes widened.
Kwon Ji-yong ignored him and opened the message.
Hi, hello. I'm going to a cello concert tonight, would you like to come along?
Kwon Ji-yong replied with a smile:
[A concert? Unfortunately, I'm quite busy tonight. But I'm very interested.]
My friend is having a performance, a few more shows, tickets are always available, I can invite you next time I want to go.
So unguarded?
Unsurprisingly, his personality is very straightforward.
Kwon Ji-yong smiled faintly:
Okay, I'm looking forward to it.
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