Chapter 40
Like a Scumbag Who Toys With Others’ Feelings
Wen Qiao nodded her head docilely. “Mm, got it.”
“I lost my memory after the car accident. You’re the first person I saw after regaining consciousness, and also the person I trust the most. Wen Qiao, you mustn’t lie to me again.”
Under his scorching hot gaze, Wen Qiao blinked and braced herself before she could bring herself to reply to him. “Okay, I won’t lie to you again.”
Dear lord, she felt like a scumbag who toyed with others’ feelings.
“The day after tomorrow, I’ll resume flying to Munich. Come and fly with me.”
After a momentary pause, Wen Qiao glanced at his countenance, then instantly agreed. “Okay, sure.”
“Have you ever taken my flight before?”
“Never.”
“Then what did we do on our dates?”
“We… just walked around in the park near my house.”
Never to lie to him again? Wasn’t this way too difficult?! She was already at it again…
He merely held her like that and didn’t do anything further. Wen Qiao continued cautiously, “I came here because I’m supposed to perform together with Mr. Vincent, so I need to go backstage to prepare.”
With an arm around her waist, he said, “Let’s go together.”
Wen Qiao was a resilient girl. Even though something so heart-stirring had happened right before the concert, she still managed to perform at a standard that would allow her to win at a major international competition.
As for Zhao Tong’s doubts about her never having won any prize before, that was because she wasn’t as fond of seeking the limelight as Xu Lu, so she had never signed up for any competitions before.
After the final performance ‘Jasmine Flower’ ended, the audience roared with a standing ovation.
In the manner of a perfect gentleman, Mr. Vincent walked away from the piano and to Wen Qiao’s side. He extended a hand to her and she elegantly placed her hand on his arm, before the two of them walked to the center of the stage. Shining with boundless radiance, she bowed together with him as the curtains lowered.
Fu Nanli’s vision seemed fixated on her, as if she was the only one in existence. From the time she went onstage to the time the curtains lowered, his gaze was riveted upon her throughout.
Seated in the first row, Xu Lu saw particularly clearly Mr. Vincent’s admiration towards Wen Qiao. She was merely deceiving herself about Wen Qiao forcing her way into this collaboration.
The only thing she could be glad about was that Madam Zhuang now thought less of Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao’s dream of returning to the upper class society was crushed once more.
Gloating over this perceived misfortune, Xu Lu thought to herself that a crude lass like Wen Qiao didn’t belong to the upper class society. Also, that small-time male celebrity was also watching the performance in the first row, seated not far away from them.
A foreign staff member walked over to Fu Nanli’s side, lowered his head and said in English to him, “Mr. Fu, Mr. Vincent invites you to go backstage.”
With that, Fu Nanli smoothed his suit, before walking past Xu Lu and Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong said with uncertainty, “Did… did I just hear that guy address him as Mr. Fu? As in the Fu family? There aren’t many with the surname Fu in Ocean City. Surely he’s not Vast Skye’s young master…?”
That mysterious young master who worked in the aviation industry?
Xu Lu’s hand trembled and she dropped her handbag to the ground with an unnatural expression. “What kind of a joke is this? How could Fu Nanli possibly take a liking to Wen Qiao?”
Zhao Tong nodded profusely in agreement. “You’re right. I heard that every socialite who has seen Fu Nanli dreams of becoming Young Mistress Fu. Too bad Young Master Fu is extremely picky, and none of them managed to catch his eye. He definitely won’t deign to look at someone of Wen Qiao’s caliber. So are we still going backstage to take a photo with Mr. Vincent?”
“Forget it. I feel that the last two traditional music performances dragged down the standard of the entire concert. It’s so out of place. Didn’t you say you’re no longer a fan of his?”
She was used to Wen Qiao being mocked at and ostracized by everyone.
Deep inside her heart, she feared seeing a Wen Qiao being adored and praised by others, a Wen Qiao who shone brightly.
Zhao Tong raised her chin. “Exactly. We don’t care for that. If we go backstage we might run into that cocky Wen Qiao who’s surely going to gloat over this. Why should we have to put up with her bad attitude? In fact, let’s never go to Vincent’s concert again in the future.”
They left with the other members of the audience.
Yet even as they left, their ears were filled with all sorts of praises for Wen Qiao.