If she really walked away with Gan Tang, it indeed would have been a blow to the operation of the new brand.
When the three of them arrived at Dynasty Hotel, on the top floor terrace, the company director Xu Anran was directing several child models in rehearsal.
These child models had been selected from all over the world, each with exceptional temperament and appearance, including experienced child models and child stars, all looking the part.
Xu Anran greeted them with a smile and exchanged pleasantries with Gan Yuan and her son, then instructed a staff member to take care of her and lifted the little one onto the catwalk to try walking the runway.
Will personally fetched a bottle of water for Gan Yuan, who sat down in a corner after expressing her thanks, cradling her knee and watching her son on the stage with focused attention.
The child’s temperament strongly resembled his father’s, every movement exuding an innate elegance, and under the spotlight, he seemed to shimmer.
Watching the delicate child she had brought into the world, Gan Yuan couldn’t help but become entranced.
Suddenly the lights on the stage dimmed, and she rose from her seat with a puzzled frown.
A tightness gripped her heart, and she quickly rushed to the edge of the catwalk, nimbly leaping onto it and heading backstage from memory.
A light and playful piano tune began to play, and at the end of the catwalk, a light illuminated.
She stopped, puzzled, only to see a small figure stepping out from backstage, holding a light in his hands.
Amid the flickering candlelight, Gan Tang’s delicate face was revealed, along with the cake he was holding.
"Happy birthday to you..." he approached her, holding the cake, with a child-like chuckle, "happy birthday to mommy!"
He came to a stop in front of her with the cake, and the little one looked up, his tone full of affection for his mother.
"Mommy, happy birthday, I wish you stay forever young and forever happy."
If he hadn’t mentioned it, she would have forgotten about her own birthday.
Gan Yuan squatted down and helped her son steady the cake, her smile radiant.
"Good son, thank you!"
"Don’t just thank me—Uncle Huangfu is playing the piano."
Following the little one’s gaze, Gan Yuan saw, over at the corner of the terrace, a white grand piano with a candle holder on it.
In the candlelight, Huangfu Jue, wearing a light gray suit, was deftly playing the final notes. When she looked over, he turned his face towards her.
The handsome contour of the man’s profile was softened and deepened by the light, and as their eyes met, he slightly lifted his lips in a smile.
That moment, like a close-up shot in a movie, was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her heart, tightened, skipped a beat.
Gan Yuan was stunned for a second before she looked away.
Finished selling his talents, now he’s selling his looks?
With that thought about Huangfu Jue, Gan Yuan returned her smile to her son.
"Come on, let’s blow out the candles together, shall we?"
"Mommy, you haven’t made a wish yet," the little one hurriedly reminded her.
If making a wish to a candle could come true, she’d definitely need to start a candle factory.
Gan Yuan had always been indifferent to such things, but since her son asked, she naturally played along.
"May the heavens bless my son to grow up more and more handsome."
The little one watched his mother with a resigned face, "You’re not supposed to say your wish out loud, or it won’t come true."
"Is that so..." she raised her eyebrows playfully, "then I’ll make another wish!"
"Stand up, close your eyes," directed the little one.
"Okay." She obediently stood up with the cake in her hands and closed her eyes with a smile, "Is it okay now?"