"Throw them away." Mai Zheng said with a hint of stubbornness in his voice.
There’s so many, wouldn’t it be a pity to throw them away?
"Alright." The assistant turned to leave.
"Wait." Mai Zheng suddenly spoke.
He glanced at the ti, it was already 10:30, she must have been held up by sothing, she would definitely co...
"Just leave them for now."
The agent’s eyes flickered, "You’ve been working hard all day, go back to the hotel and rest. I’ll give you a week’s vacation after this, do whatever you want, okay?"
Mai Zheng pursed his lips, grabbed his coat, and walked out, too lazy to listen to any more nagging.
He slowly walked on the grass field of the stadium, everyone had already left. At this mont, besides the staff dismantling the stage, there was no one else in the stadium, and no one would expect Mai Zheng to be wandering here.
Snow fell heavily and continuously, Mai Zheng looked up at the sky and sighed.
Why didn’t you co?
He didn’t know from when, but that graceful figure quietly took residence in his heart.
Every sleepless night, he would think of that face, think of her lips, think of her...
He closed his eyes and smiled self-mockingly.
She already has a fiancé, why does he still harbor illusions?
After taking a few steps, he suddenly froze.
Near the side of the venue, stood two figures, one tall and one short, a man and a woman. The man was tall and handso, the young woman was delicate and charming, with an outstanding grace.
He didn’t recognize the man, but he was all too familiar with that young woman.
His gaze fell on their intertwined fingers, and instantly his face turned pale. He abruptly turned away and walked off quickly.
"Mai Zheng." He heard her call out, her voice crisp and pleasant as ever, now tinged with urgency.
He paused his steps, and in the next mont, the two of them caught up.
"Mai Zheng, why are you running when you see ?"
Mai Zheng wanted to act gracefully, but he couldn’t. He clenched his fist and suddenly turned around, pursed his lips, and didn’t dare to look at her, his gaze landed on the necklace around her neck: "Look at the ti now. My concert ended a long ti ago."
Yun Ya smiled, "Sorry, I was delayed by attending a banquet, I rushed over as soon as it ended, isn’t that sincere enough?"
Yan Song’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, a mocking smile tugging at his lips, the man’s intentions were all too evident.
He wrapped an arm around Yun Ya’s waist, pulling her into his embrace, his voice low and magnetic, "Yun Ya was exhausted after the banquet. I advised her to rest, but she insisted on coming."
It was only then that Mai Zheng took a serious look at this man. Even though he was already quite tall among n, this man was half a head taller, the height difference creating a strong sense of oppression. The man had an exceptionally handso face, particularly those eyes, dark and mysterious. When looking at soone, they reflected a cold, deep light that made one’s heart involuntarily clench... as if suddenly fallen into an icy pool, hands and feet turning ice cold.
He looked very young, at most in his early twenties, yet he exuded a mature masculine air that was reassuring.
He watched as the man’s hand wrapped around Yun Ya’s waist, pulling her into his embrace, dominantly declaring ownership. In those eyes, he read a signal.
This woman belongs to him, no one else should even think of touching her.
If he had held any fantasies before, at this mont, his heart turned completely cold.
Compared to this man, he seed so immature and flimsy, what right did he have to fight or compete?
Yun Ya holding onto the man’s arm, the Yun Ya he had known always smiled gently, looking approachable, yet as if wearing a mask, no one could see the indifference behind that smile. But at this mont, she smiled so radiantly, a genuine smile that deeply wounded his heart.
"Yan Song, my fiancé." Her eyebrows and eyes radiated with joyful and happy smiles.
Mai Zheng quickly gathered his thoughts, smiled and said, "So, this is your fiancé? Not bad looking."
He extended his hand towards the man, "Hello, I’m Yun Ya’s friend, Mai Zheng."
The man reached out his hand and lightly shook it, his expression montarily fierce, quickly retracting his hand. Mai Zheng pulled back his stiff hand, hiding it behind his back, feeling numb all over.
This man did it on purpose.
"Mr. Yan is quite the remarkable figure, indeed." Mai Zheng said sarcastically.
"Mr. Mai isn’t bad either." Yan Song raised an eyebrow.
Yun Ya looked carefully at Mai Zheng, rembering his previous threats, feeling a bit uncertain: "Mai Zheng...."
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