Tonight, the TV station was frequented by numerous media outlets. Despite the presence of many big names from the entertainment, fashion, and business sectors—making the event glitter with stars—the moment Ji Yunya appeared, she captured everyone’s attention without an ostentatious gown or heavy, exquisite makeup. At that moment, she shone like the sun breaking through the clouds, the moonlight bathing the earth—her radiance enduring, bright and pristine.
Yun Ya gave a light smile to the flashes from all directions, quickly disappearing at the end of the red carpet amidst the intensifying bursts of light.
Ruan Ming glanced back and said with a smile to the woman beside her, "Is that Miss Ji? She really does have a beautiful face."
Zhu Yangyang curled her lips, "She just won the genetic lottery, nothing to be envious of, we’re here thanks to her luck," her tone full of self-deprecation.
"Being born well is a skill too," Ruan Ming said, taking another look. She was so beautiful—among the throngs of beauties in the entertainment industry, she stood at the pinnacle.
Zhu Yangyang lost interest, "Let’s go. It’s rare to see a crowd of celebrities escorting an outsider . Why should we worry on her behalf?"
Ruan Ming gave her a sidelong glance, "Don’t you know?"
Zhu Yangyang’s delicately made-up eyes slightly lifted, enticingly seductive, emitting a bewitching charm.
"What should I know?"
Ruan Ming covered her mouth and chuckled, "Most of the people who came tonight were brought in by Ming Han’s network. His relationship with Miss Ji is quite special—they were almost officially recognized as family. If you still have your sights set on him, perhaps you should start with Miss Ji."
It was an open secret that Zhu Yangyang harbored unrequited love for Ming Han. They had co-starred in a movie, wowing the audience with their stellar performances, and Zhu Yangyang fell for him during the shoot. However, Ming Han had always dismissed her feelings, leaving her a subject of ridicule and bitterness in the industry.
Now a leading figure in the film sector and a top-line movie star with seven-figure starting fees, Zhu Yangyang found it harder to let go of love as she got older. Hearing that Ming Han would be there tonight, she came in hopes of a chance encounter, even a distant glimpse would suffice.
Ruan Ming’s words left Zhu Yangyang slightly stunned. Though Ming Han was an acclaimed actor, and known for his discretion, she hadn’t expected him to go to such lengths for Ji Yunya.
She couldn’t quite articulate what she felt at the bottom of her heart—it was sour and envious.
Turning to look at the girl walking toward her slowly, she looked like a celestial deity from the moon palace stranded on earth. Her nails dug unconsciously into her palm, forcing herself to stay calm.
Then she scoffed at herself, feeling slightly petty for being jealous of a young girl.
"It’s all just an act. You think Ming Han actually sees her as a daughter? Hah..." She laughed scornfully. Read full story at novèlfire.net
Her pride wouldn’t allow her to show weakness in front of others, especially in the presence of women who relished the prospect of seeing her humiliated.
Ruan Ming glanced at her, a cryptic smile on her lips, "Really? Whether it’s an act or not, only Ming Han knows."
Suddenly, a scream resounded, and even Yun Ya couldn’t help but turn her head to look.
A tall figure stepped out of a car, his facial features gentle and uniquely attractive.
The winner of last year’s youth award, Dong Xieyou, was only twenty-five but had already become a legend in the entertainment world. His name alone was synonymous with quality and box office success. With his enduring popularity, even Ming Han couldn’t compete with him.
However, Dong Xieyou was known for keeping a low profile, rarely appearing in public, not doing ads, variety shows, or even interviews, and never attending events or promotions. Aside from acting, he was a mystery, and thus, his appearance always caused a powerful and shocking reaction from the public.
His success in the entertainment industry proved that he was a man of immense charm. At 1.80 meters tall and slender, he had an elegant and moon-like air, reminding people of a refined gentleman rather than an actor who mingles in the glitz of showbiz.
His eyes, like his name suggested, were melancholic, adding a uniquely captivating air to his personality. That quality exuded a fatally attractive pull like that of an opium poppy, making women helplessly infatuated.
His appearance electrified the atmosphere on-site; no one expected him to actually show up.
Yun Ya frowned as she observed him, feeling an intuition that she did not man. He had a dangerous aura about him that made her instinctively resist.
The man’s gaze pierced the dark night, looking over at her.
Those were eyes as hazy and deep as the night itself, desolate, silent, melancholic.
Yun Ya suddenly felt as if she were being singled out by some predator, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. She instinctively wanted to flee, but her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, immovable.
As she momentarily got distracted, the man approached her.
He smiled, a clear and gentle grin shining like moonlight. He reached out to gently touch her head and said tenderly, "Are you Sister Yun Ya? You are as beautiful as I imagined."