"Isn't it about returning late? What's she singing about?"
"Where did this woman come from? How come she doesn't know any rules?"
There was a lot of discussion everywhere, and the panic on Tang Lingshu's face gradually turned into pride.
She just knew...
How could that rustic woman write such an article?
Li Qing's tense expression also relaxed.
After all, Yu Wanwan could never be the talented and popular "Chigui".
He even felt inexplicably relieved in his heart. If she really was, it would make his original choice seem like a joke.
But Yu Wanwan... actually went to this extent to get his attention.
Li Qing frowned and was about to yell, "Get down! Yu Wanwan, stop messing around..."
Before he could finish his words, Fei Wan's next words made the whole scene even more chaotic.
"But... 'Stranger Knife' and those essays were indeed written by me, and the pen name 'Late Return' is also mine."
She paused slightly and clearly saw that the blood color on Tang Lingshu's face suddenly faded away. Li Qing's eyes were full of disbelief. He pushed his glasses, as if he suspected that he had heard or seen it wrong.
"But I'm not the 'Mr.' you imagined. I'm sorry to disappoint you all." Fei Wan's tone remained calm, yet carried an irrefutable force. "As a woman, I write about chivalry and heroism, and discuss justice in the world. I'm not trying to be pretentious, nor am I..."
Her eyes swept over Li Qing vaguely, and the corners of her lips raised slightly, "To try so hard to imitate someone and attract their attention."
These few words seemed to have exposed Li Qing's hidden superiority and punctured the illusion that Tang Lingshu had deliberately created.
Li Qing's face felt slightly hot. His previous admiration for "Chigui"'s literary talent and his contempt for Tang Lingshu's hint all turned into unspeakable embarrassment at this moment.
He actually praised the other person's article in front of her, but the moment he recognized who she was, he was filled with contempt.
The contrast was so ironic that he felt almost ashamed.
Tang Lingshu's face turned even paler. She unconsciously tightened her grip on Li Qing's arm, digging her nails into his sleeves. The taunts that implied she was imitating someone else's seemed to be buzzing in her ears, making her feel ashamed and angry.
Fei Wan didn't look at them again, as if it was just an insignificant episode.
She calmly took out the prepared manuscript from her handbag and began to read the message she had prepared for the charity gala.
Her voice is clear and steady, her views are clear, she cares about her country and has a broad vision.
The little controversy about her personal identity just now suddenly became insignificant in the face of the magnanimity and practical thoughts she displayed at this moment.
There was silence at first, and then the audience broke into truly warm and heartfelt applause.
Du Fang excitedly stepped forward and held Fei Wan's hand tightly. "You're late... Hey! Look at me! Miss Yu, you are truly... talented and outstanding, a woman who is as capable as a man. We were blind to recognize you, so ashamed, so ashamed..."
He excitedly turned to Li Qing, whose expression was still a little awkward. "Professor Li, isn't that right? We've praised Mr. Chi Gui so many times before, but I didn't expect it would be your wife. You really don't know what's going on when you have a pearl right beside you!"
The word "Madam" was like a thorn, piercing three people at the same time.
Li Qing's face turned pale and blue, and he forced a stiff smile: "Yes, yes... Wanwan... is indeed unexpected."
The look he gave Fei Wan was extremely complicated, but he didn't want to offend others, so he could only reluctantly agree.
Tang Lingshu clutched her handbag tightly, her delicate nails almost digging into the leather.
She bit her lip tightly, as if she couldn't believe it.
Her original wife, whom she had tried so hard to step on and use to highlight her superiority, actually crushed all her superiority and calculations with such a height and attitude that she could never reach.
In the second half of the dinner, Feiwan naturally became the focus of the whole audience.
Literati, scholars and celebrities kept coming up to talk to her, chatting about literature and current affairs.
She handles things with ease and has unique insights. Her speech and conversation show both the delicacy of a woman and the vision and sharpness that are not inferior to men.
Li Qing mustered up the courage to step forward and talk to Fei Wan several times, trying to save the situation, but Fei Wan didn't give him a chance.
Fei Wanqing knew what kind of person Li Qing was.
A child of destiny, he prides himself on his talent.
But now, his feudal wife, whom he despised the most, has surpassed him.
This kind of disregard is more painful than direct accusation.
…
After talking with the scholars, Fei Wan was about to go for a drink when a gentle voice sounded beside him.
"Miss Yu's views on the current situation are indeed profound and thought-provoking."
Fei Wan turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with an elegant and calm temperament.
She recognized him; he was Lin Jun, a journalist and scholar with great prestige in Shanghai's cultural circles.
But she vaguely felt that this person was not that simple.
After a few words, the other party occasionally revealed his concern for the grassroots people and his yearning for an ideal society.
The former is perfectly normal, but the ideal society that Lin Juan envisions...
This is exactly what later generations admired and yearned for, and it is almost identical to the purpose of that organization.
Fei Wan was in no rush to reveal her true colors, only responding at the right time and steering the conversation forward. She was neither overly flamboyant nor deliberately restrained.
But when she talked about how society should change, the insights in her words far exceeded the horizons of ordinary women.
A barely perceptible light flashed in Lin Juan's eyes.
Before leaving, he handed over a business card with only his name and a private phone number. He lowered his voice and said, "Miss Yu, it would be a shame if your talent were limited to writing. If you truly desire to find a 'real' way to improve this impoverished situation... perhaps we can have a serious discussion sometime."
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