"Mom, help me with my bag, I'm going to catch up with Anian." Li Yunxian's eyes were smiling, and her light blue dress made her look gentle and charming.
The affectionate nickname caused a stir among everyone.
Wang Jiao took her bag, her face beaming with joy: "Go quickly."
Her best friend, standing next to her, saw Li Yunxian standing in front of Gu Nian, her eyes flickered, and she said, "The two of them standing together really look like a perfect couple."
"Blind." Xu Jia said, then turned and left.
Looking at the handsome man before her, Li Yunxian's heart pounded, and a blush spread across her face as she softly said, "A-Nian, it's been a long time."
Su Jingwen glanced at her and asked in confusion, "Son, who is this?"
"I don't recognize her." Gu Nian looked around but couldn't find the beautiful figure he longed for.
Li Yunxian froze, the surrounding gazes undoubtedly slapping her in the face, and a blush spread to her neck.
Taking a deep breath, she put on a smile again: "I'm your high school classmate, Li Yunxian. Don't you remember? Back then, you even..."
Those around her strained to hear more, but she stopped talking, leaving behind words that left much to the imagination.
As they were talking, a figure quietly approached Gu Nian from behind, taking advantage of the conversation in the banquet hall and the clear sound of a violin.
A delicate, jade-like hand rested on his shoulder, the voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "What did you do to her?"
The clear, crisp sound, like celestial music, flooded his ears, and the coldness in his eyes turned into tenderness.
The change in his gaze caught Li Yunxian's eye, and she became curious about the voice.
Gu Nian grasped the soft little hand on his shoulder with his large hand, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes as he turned around.
This is... the first time I've ever seen her wear a cheongsam.
The crescent-colored cheongsam hugged her graceful figure, the smooth fabric embroidered with a landscape painting, and her long, black hair was styled in an updo, which softened her usual free-spirited demeanor and gave her a more gentle air.
Just like the daffodil, it stands tall and graceful, elegant yet not coquettish, quiet and refined, and full of spirit.
A gasp of amazement rippled through the hall.
"Whose daughter is this? She is so beautiful. I have never seen her before."
"She is the minor celebrity with whom the rumors of a romance have been circulating online."
"Huh? How come she's here? This is the annual Winter Feast, not just anyone can come."
"Could it be that they knew Mr. Gu was here and sneaked in?"
"It's hard to say, maybe it was Mr. Gu who brought her."
Seeing him staring at her intently, Luo Shimiao smiled faintly and snapped her fingers: "Time to snap out of it and answer my question."
Hearing the surrounding chatter, Wang Jiao, unwilling to let her daughter steal the spotlight, stepped forward with a smile: "I didn't expect they would invite celebrities to perform this year. I wonder what kind of performance you will bring?"
No, that's not it.
"No?" Wang Jiao pulled her daughter to her side, looking her up and down. The more she looked, the more familiar she seemed. She didn't like this face, and her tone became more unfriendly: "What's your name?"
Luo Shimiao put his hands behind his back, smiled but did not answer.
Seeing that she didn't answer, a surge of anger rose within him: "Didn't the company teach you manners before you debuted?"
"My personal suggestion is to find another company and improve your manners."
She dared to say that in front of the Gu family because she was certain they wouldn't give her a hard time because of a minor celebrity.
They looked unhappy, perhaps because they felt embarrassed by her arrival.
"Shujun?"
Upon hearing the voice, Wang Jiao turned around in disbelief, her eyes blazing with anger: "Li Guangchang, what did you call her?"
"It's nothing, I misread it." Li Guangchang glanced at her indifferently, then turned to Luo Shimiao and said, "I'm sorry, I apologize on behalf of my wife for what she just said."
Luo Shimiao's eyes lit up, and she became interested: "You are Li Guangchang? I thought you would be a middle-aged man with a beer belly, but I didn't expect you to be such a refined middle-aged uncle."
Li Guangchang looked surprised: "You know me?"
“When I was little, my dad would often tell me how he beat out many suitors who were pursuing my mom when he was putting me to sleep.”
"I remembered it after hearing it a lot, but you are still the one that impressed me the most." Luo Shimiao had a good impression of him, so she talked to him a bit more.
“You are Luo Jingyuan’s daughter.” He stared intently at her, as if looking through her face to another, then lowered his head and murmured, “No wonder you look so much like her.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Jiao gripped her skirt tightly, suppressing her anger and reminding herself, "I must hold back; I can't let others laugh at me."
Luo Shimiao slightly raised her chin and said gracefully, "Everyone says I look seven parts like my mother and three parts like my father, and I'm very beautiful." Then she changed the subject, "Are you disappointed that I didn't grow up to look like you all say?"
“They’re all just idle people making things up,” Li Guangchang said, his expression returning to normal, a faint smile on his face. “What’s your name?”
"Luo Shimiao." She patted Gu Nian's shoulder: "Getting back to the original question, what did you do to her?"
Gu Nian shrugged lightly and said innocently, "If she hadn't introduced herself, I wouldn't have remembered having such a classmate. What could I have done to her?"
Li Yunxian hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and asked, "Back then, I heard from my classmates that you had a crush on me. Is that true?"
"Oh?" Luo Shimiao raised an eyebrow, looking at Gu Nian with an ambiguous expression.
He sneered and said, "Making something out of nothing."
"At first I didn't believe it either, but later I found out that you always look at me during class. You're not afraid to admit it, are you?"
"Looking at you during class?" Gu Nian gazed intently, recalling that distant event. Something flashed through his mind, and he chuckled softly, "There's a peach tree outside the window; it's quite beautiful when it's in bloom."
"Believe it or not, I'm looking at the peach blossoms, not you." Then he muttered, "You're not even as pretty as the peach blossoms, why am I looking at you?"
With so many people watching, Li Yunxian felt so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into a hole.
At that time, her classmates were all talking about it, and over time she believed it, not knowing that the truth was like this.
Her seat in high school was by the window, and there was indeed a peach tree outside. Every time it bloomed, many people would come to take pictures.
Every gaze was like a fiery whip, striking her.
A voice broke the awkward silence.
Luo Jingyuan's cheerful voice rang out: "My darling, Dad bought you milk tea!" He walked over with a smile, holding Ye Shujun's hand in his left hand and carrying the milk tea in his right.
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