He disagreed with Mai Jiehui, feeling that his heart was full of passion and drive, pledging to make a splash in the music scene, and he guessed that in a few more years, when his enthusiasm faded, he probably wouldn’t want to be in the music scene anymore.
This was just the right ti, so he decided to take it one step at a ti.
In another room, Kang Jinxian was still having her makeup done by the makeup artist. Her gown had been chosen early in the morning, but she suddenly took a dislike to it and insisted on changing it. The wardrobe team was in a frenzy, cursively berating Kang Jinxian in their minds for starting to act like a diva before she had even secured her footing, yet they had no choice but to carefully attend to her on the surface.
At that mont, Xiao Min walked in from the outside, holding a box for Kang Jinxian: "A Mr. He sent this for you."
It was He An.
Kang Jinxian eagerly accepted it, only to see that inside was a gorgeous gown adorned with sequins, extrely luxurious and beautiful.
Kang Jinxian exclaid with joy, "Hurry and help put it on."
At the crucial mont, it was He An who proved to be reliable.
The size was tailored to her figure; putting it on, she was stunningly perfect. Xiao Min marveled, "Wow, it’s really so beautiful. Miss Kang, you’ll undoubtedly be the most beautiful tonight."
Kang Jinxian proudly lifted her chin. Tonight, she was going to dazzle the entire audience.
Upon reaching the end of the red carpet, a TV station staff mber ca to greet her. Before entering, Ming Han turned his head to look back.
Would she co tonight?
He wasn’t sure, feeling both anticipatory and nervous.
Mai Jiehui asked with a smile, "Are you waiting for Miss Ji?"
Ming Han smiled, "Yes, I won’t hide it from you. Although it’s just for the show, for so reason, I regard her as my own daughter. It’s been ten years, and I have no idea what she looks like now. I truly feel like an old father waiting to see his daughter."
Mai Jiehui patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry, she’ll definitely co."
Ming Han hoped that would be the case.
Over ten years, he had dreamt countless tis about the young girl sweetly calling him dad. Sotis he thought he might as well marry and have a daughter of his own, so he wouldn’t be so fixated on a young girl.
——
Yun Ya had agreed with Yuan Pan in advance that she wouldn’t walk the red carpet, and Yuan Pan had promised her everything would be fine, so Yun Ya boarded the car sent by the TV station without any reservation.
The producer assigned to her was a girl in her twenties, a recent college graduate brimming with youth. She introduced herself to Yun Ya as Tao Qing, and she said her colleagues and friends all called her Qing Qing.
"Miss Ji, I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful in person. Those beauties in the entertainnt industry are nothing compared to you, instantly outshone into oblivion," Tao Qing said, visibly impressed.
Dressed in the simplest white shirt and skinny jeans, and with her hair in a half bun, what’s more, she was bare-faced. Yet, she was still unbelievably beautiful. Her facial features were exquisite, her figure slender and tall, her deanor elegant and pure, and it was especially her noble bearing that left people unable to look away.
True nobility wasn’t about wearing magnificent dresses or sporting exquisite makeup; it was an aura that radiated from within, ingrained in one’s very bones, shining through even the simplest and most ordinary attire.
There in the plain and ordinary, was reflected the most wonderful dazzle in the world.
The young woman gave a soft smile, her dark eyes warm and bright, stunning Tao Qing once more.
"Thank you." Even her voice was pleasant to hear, ethereal and clear. Compared to her, Kang Le, known as the Angel Singer, didn’t have a voice nearly as lovely.
Tao Qing sighed, this woman was born to be envied; no, in her presence, envy seed powerless, making one feel involuntarily base and lowly.
Indeed befitting of the National Socialite, she truly lived up to the na.
Tao Qing hesitantly asked, "Do you think we should change clothes? I have everything ready, and we can change in the car."
Although her current outfit was very fitting, walking the red carpet usually called for a gown.
Yun Ya gave her a fleeting glance with those pitch-black eyes, which inexplicably made Tao Qing feel utterly exposed.
"I won’t be walking the red carpet, so I don’t need a gown." She spoke softly yet with firmness that brooked no argunt.
Tao Qing was taken aback by that invisible authority but dared not contravene the director’s intentions, feeling hesitant.
Yun Ya took out her phone and directly dialed Yuan Pan’s number; Yuan Pan was too busy to answer her call.
By that ti, the car had stopped at the end of the red carpet.
The director cowered, playing the ostrich.
Yun Ya sighed, not expecting to be set up by Yuan Pan. Backing out now, she wondered how the dia would speculate tomorrow.
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