As for rivals in love, the better; you can eliminate as many as you can.
Meng Ziyi smiled faintly.
—
The selection of the Flower Goddess had already concluded with the appearance of the young girl.
Some people standing there are the goddess of flowers themselves.
The crowd gazed at the woman on the stage, who seemed like a goddess, with fascination and admiration.
As Miss Luo, who ranked second in the previous Flower Goddess selection, presented Qingyin with the exquisite flower crown symbolizing the Flower Goddess, Qingyin looked at the face in front of her with complicated emotions, a face that made her pale in comparison.
Every year, the winner of the Flower Goddess selection gives the prize to the next winner, but this time, the previous winner, Miss Liu, has already married into the capital, so the county magistrate approached her.
Luo Qin agreed, but she never expected to encounter such a beauty who made her lose all her confidence. She moved closer and carefully examined the face of the beauty in front of her, trying to find a flaw.
Damn it, the closer she got, the more beautiful her face looked. Not only was her skin so white that you couldn't see a single pore, but she could also smell a faint, very pleasant fragrance.
Luo Qin dared to use his more than 20 years of experience in perfume research to prove that this fragrance was definitely not a perfume made by humans. Therefore, it must be the natural fragrance that the beauty herself possessed.
Damn it, God is so unfair! It's one thing to give someone such a beautiful face, but to give her a natural fragrance as well!
Qingyin looked at the woman in front of her who had inexplicably fallen into a daze and felt helpless. "Hello? Is this the flower crown for me?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Qingyin's voice woke Luoqin, but it couldn't bring back her blushing face.
The beautiful woman's voice sounded even more lively. Luo Qin avoided looking at Qing Yin, her refusal seeming to carry a different meaning.
The people below the stage were all red-eyed as they watched Luo Qin being intimate with Qing Yin. At this moment, whether it was the powerful and wealthy sitting at the front of the stage or the crowd around them, they all stared at Luo Qin with jealous eyes, wishing they could take her place and exchange it for the intimate time with Qing Yin.
They had no idea that Luo Qin had once been one of the beauties they had recommended.
Qingyin looked down at the crowd below. The intense, infatuated gazes that were fixed on her made the body feel pleased, and even the Qingyin inside her felt a little more pleased.
She likes to be the center of attention, and she likes to be looked up to and begged for pity.
Qingyin satisfied her.
The ethereal music stopped at that moment, and the girl's voice rang out.
"Today, I am the goddess of flowers, so may we meet again someday."
A masked man appeared on the stage, expertly embracing Qingyin. With a few leaps, he vanished.
...
In an instant, with the man who suddenly barged onto the stage and took away the stunning beauty, the scene of the Flower Goddess selection turned into complete chaos.
A large group of people followed the masked man's back. Anyone could see that the girl was familiar with the man, but the people pretended not to see him and shouted that they were going to save the Flower Goddess as they chased after him.
Those powerful and wealthy individuals are no different from ordinary people; in fact, they are just as fanatical and obsessed.
Unfortunately, the man carrying Qingyin was too fast, and no one was able to prepare for it, so they could only watch as he disappeared before their eyes.
—
Duan Heng, who had quietly carried Qingyin back to the courtyard where they had previously stayed, pursed his lips and looked at the beauty who was admiring herself after removing her jeweled flower crown. He said, "Weren't you supposed to participate in the Flower Goddess selection?"
"Why do you want me to hold you and hide now?"
Qingyin replied matter-of-factly, "I'm already the Flower Goddess, why should I stay there?"
Duan Heng was holding his breath. The girl was always so willful, doing whatever she wanted, even if it might endanger his identity. This time, he was determined to teach her a lesson and make her be more cautious.
"Hello, Duan Heng?"
Duan Heng: "...Yes."
"I see my sister! Go save her!"
Staring at the girl in front of him with wide eyes, Duan Heng calmed down a bit after his mind had been messed up by her earlier words.
"You have a sister? And this person might just look like you, just trying to deceive you, you..."
Qingyin stared intently...
She stopped Duan Heng from saying anything to persuade her, thinking, "Fine, let him or she save him if they want, regardless of whether they've admitted their mistake."
As for if that person had ulterior motives, he had plenty of ways to make that person obediently coax the girl.
The man's eyes were dark, looking at the proud girl in his arms with a mixture of helplessness and tenderness.
—
Just as everyone was frantically searching for Qingyin's existence, Qingyin's fame and the news that a flower goddess had descended to earth in the eastern suburbs suddenly spread throughout the East Street. The news spread like wildfire, and with the first batch of fans who had seen Qingyin already becoming her die-hard fans, everyone knew that a stunningly beautiful woman had come to the eastern suburbs to participate in the flower goddess selection.
Even if someone wanted to suppress the news, they couldn't stop so many people from talking, and could only watch helplessly as the beauty they cherished was revealed to the world.
Of course, some people didn't believe it, but after a scholar chosen by the Flower Goddess brought a handwritten portrait, everyone was speechless.
Although the painting was stolen by someone, its existence was still seen by many people.
After that, even more people came looking for Qingyin, and Duan Jiachen and his group became a significant force searching for her.
In order to find Qingyin, Duan Jiachen even reluctantly rekindled her relationship with Wang Chun'an and searched for Qingyin together.
In his spare moments when he occasionally missed Qingyin, Duan Jiachen would vaguely feel a strange familiarity with the back of the man who took Qingyin away that day, but unfortunately, he could never quite remember it.
With Duan Heng's help, Qingyin, who was being thought of by everyone, had already slipped away to Yingchun Courtyard where Liu Dahua was staying.
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