Chapter 690: Chapter 690: He Doesn’t Know About His Fiancée?
His gaze upon Rong Yan was as intense as if he were trying to see a blossom emerge, “Who told you something?”
It was only at times like these that his reactions were especially fast!
Rong Yan’s heart leapt, and she hurriedly denied, “No, I just saw some gossip about you online, so I couldn’t help but ask.”
Li Shengxiao gripped her wrist, unable to suppress the intense possessiveness in his eyes, “There’s no one like the person you mentioned! There was nobody before, now I have you, and you’ll be the only one in the future too!”
There was nobody before, now I have you, and you’ll be the only one in the future too!
Looking into his eyes, Rong Yan felt as if she could see herself confined in the depths of those beautiful eyes. She pressed her lips together, but her chest felt even heavier.
Li Shengxiao remained unaware, but the elder had mentioned something, and moreover, if they didn’t break up, Li Group would go bankrupt. Neither of them was the type to tell lies, so what exactly was going on?
All night long, Rong Yan pondered over this matter, so much so that even in her dreams she saw the bankruptcy of Li Group, where Lin Zhiya was devastated, hugging her and crying. Li Shengxiao also got hit hard by the sudden bankruptcy, despairing and drowning his sorrows in alcohol, before disappearing…
Her dreams were filled with chaos, and she didn’t sleep well all night, tossing and turning with nightmares.
When she got up in the morning, Rong Yan, washing up in front of the mirror, unsurprisingly saw her complexion had turned almost sickly, clearly showing she hadn’t slept well.
It was nearly noon by the time she rose, and Li Shengxiao had already left.
Little Baby had probably been taken to grandma’s by the man who had woken up earlier than her.
Rong Yan slowly brushed her teeth and washed her face with cold water, gradually waking up. Afterwards, she applied some skincare products, taking care of her “breadwinning tools.”
Just as she finished her routine, Estelle’s call came through.
Wiping her hands dry, Rong Yan answered the phone, “Hello. Estelle.”
“Where are you? I’m calling to remind you, don’t forget about the celebration banquet at noon today.”
The talent show organized by AQ platform had unexpectedly good results, sparking widespread enthusiasm. AQ made a fortune, and so did the various companies providing trainees.
Therefore, before the finals began, AQ facilitated a meeting, inviting all the contestants who had made it to the top 15 or had gained popularity during the show, plus some senior executives from big entertainment companies and investors to hold a celebration.
As one of the top four contestants, Rong Yan definitely had to attend; it was the kind of social obligation she couldn’t avoid!
She was well aware that she couldn’t avoid it, so she readily said to Estelle on the other end, “I know, I’ll put on some makeup and be right there. It shouldn’t have started yet, I’ll make it in time to avoid being late.”
“OK. I can’t accompany you this time, so be a little careful on your own.” There are many behind-the-scenes dealings in the entertainment circle, especially at social gatherings where tricks are most common.
She wasn’t worried that Rong Yan would be at a disadvantage, knowing that people from AQ would also be there. Those from AQ knew who stood behind Rong Yan; they wouldn’t put her in an awkward position at the banquet or introduce her to “investors” and push her to do anything unseemly. What worried her was Rong Yan crossing paths with those lacking discernment, or Rong Yan finding some aspects of the flashy entertainment scene disagreeable and acting rashly on her own initiative.
What she was concerned about, Rong Yan knew very well. She wasn’t the naive fool that Rong Weiwei had played her for at eighteen anymore. She was painfully aware of the ways of the world, “Don’t worry, Estelle. I’ve got it under control. When I get there, I’ll find a corner to keep my distance, and after the celebration is over, I’ll come straight back. I won’t stay there any longer than necessary.”