“Alright…” Wen Wenyao nibbled on Song Nanqiao’s neck and obediently got up.
It had happened like this several times before. Whenever Wen Wenyao was deeply in the moment, Song Nanqiao would interrupt her.
“Could you arrange an identity for me? I’m not on the guest list, and it might be challenging to get in,” Wen Wenyao asked.
“Sure, I’ll say you’re my invited friend,” Wen Wenyao nodded, bringing someone in wouldn’t be a problem.
“After entering the venue, stay with me in some less crowded areas and avoid interacting with too many people.”
“Okay, I’ll follow your lead.”
Wen Wenyao would always take Song Nanqiao’s ideas seriously.
Next,
Song Nanqiao gave some simple instructions, and before they knew it, it was already four in the afternoon.
There were some sounds outside the door, seemingly knocking on Wen Wenyao’s room door.
“Oh no, the makeup artist is here. I have to go back,” Wen Wenyao seemed a bit disappointed. They hadn’t spent much time together, and they were about to part again.
“Go back quickly; we can see each other tonight.”
“Yeah.”
Wen Wenyao nodded, kissed Song Nanqiao on the cheek, and then straightened her clothes before leaving Song Nanqiao’s room. Her cheeks still had a suspicious blush.
“Miss, hello,” several makeup artists greeted Wen Wenyao in turn when they saw her.
“Come in, you’ve worked hard,” Wen Wenyao opened the door to her room.
The makeup artists followed her inside.
“Miss’s cheeks are flushed; you look very healthy,” one of the makeup artists remarked while looking at the girl in the mirror.
“Thank you,” Wen Wenyao replied after a moment of hesitation. It was all because of Song Nanqiao that she felt so happy.
Thinking about it, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Wen Wenyao’s lips.
Two hours later, the banquet was held as scheduled.
Wen Wenyao, who had just walked out of her room, looked like a fairy, pristine and untouched by worldly troubles. Hotel staff passing by couldn’t help but keep their eyes on her.
Wen Wenyao cast her gaze toward Song Nanqiao’s room, elegantly making her way to the door.
She raised her fair hand and lightly knocked on the room’s door.
“Have you finished dressing up?” Song Nanqiao opened the door and glanced outside.
Upon seeing Wen Wenyao, Song Nanqiao was once again amazed by her beauty.
“Come with me,” Wen Wenyao held Song Nanqiao’s hand and looked at her with bright eyes, like a young deer.
“Alright,” Song Nanqiao hesitated for a moment but nodded.
“Baby, you’re so obedient,” Wen Wenyao pinched Song Nanqiao’s cheek and expressed her satisfaction with Song Nanqiao’s recent reactions.
The two of them got into a car together.
As they entered the venue, Song Nanqiao kept an eye on her surroundings. She noticed several tall, blond, and blue-eyed men in military uniforms, which made her feel uneasy.
After 6 o’clock, Wen Guangquan was busy welcoming guests, while Wen Wenyao stayed by Song Nanqiao’s side. Song Nanqiao took Wen Wenyao to a secluded garden, a relatively remote spot less likely to be found.
“Stay here,” Song Nanqiao took off her own coat and draped it over Wen Wenyao.
“Okay,” the girl tightened the coat a bit. As long as Song Nanqiao was by her side, everything would be fine.
Song Nanqiao thought they could safely pass the time like this, but unexpectedly, she suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.
Song Nanqiao turned her head to look.
It was a foreign man.
“You go upstairs and hide. Come out when he’s gone…” Song Nanqiao quickly shielded Wen Wenyao behind her and became alert.
“This beautiful young lady, I’ve been watching you for a while. Would you like to have a drink?” The man seemed to have noticed Wen Wenyao a long time ago, ignoring Song Nanqiao’s presence and approached Wen Wenyao.
Song Nanqiao sneered.
“System, activate my half-hour combat power buff.”
“Oh, okay,” the system quickly opened its ability panel, the skill it had obtained for Song Nanqiao after her last injury.
The man was about to reach for Wen Wenyao’s hand, but she subtly avoided him. There was clear fear in the girl’s eyes.
“Sir, please restrain yourself,” Song Nanqiao grabbed the man’s hand and applied a slight force, causing a crisp sound at the joints.
What followed was the man’s painful expression. He glared fiercely at Song Nanqiao, then cursed something in a foreign language. He had wanted to kick Song Nanqiao, but she keenly sensed it and turned the tables by kicking him hard.
Now the man could hardly stand.
“I’m the son of a general in the army. Do you want to die for doing this?” The man’s face turned red, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
“Get lost,” Song Nanqiao said coldly, showing no intention of giving him face.
“Hmph, you won’t be able to maintain that attitude for long.”
The man seemed to think of something, smirked twistedly, and appeared somewhat pleased. He limped, leaning on the wall, and walked into the crowded hall outside…
“Alright…” Wen Wenyao nibbled on Song Nanqiao’s neck and obediently got up.
It had happened like this several times before. Whenever Wen Wenyao was deeply in the moment, Song Nanqiao would interrupt her.
“Could you arrange an identity for me? I’m not on the guest list, and it might be challenging to get in,” Wen Wenyao asked.
“Sure, I’ll say you’re my invited friend,” Wen Wenyao nodded, bringing someone in wouldn’t be a problem.
“After entering the venue, stay with me in some less crowded areas and avoid interacting with too many people.”
“Okay, I’ll follow your lead.”
Wen Wenyao would always take Song Nanqiao’s ideas seriously.
Next,
Song Nanqiao gave some simple instructions, and before they knew it, it was already four in the afternoon.
There were some sounds outside the door, seemingly knocking on Wen Wenyao’s room door.
“Oh no, the makeup artist is here. I have to go back,” Wen Wenyao seemed a bit disappointed. They hadn’t spent much time together, and they were about to part again.
“Go back quickly; we can see each other tonight.”
“Yeah.”
Wen Wenyao nodded, kissed Song Nanqiao on the cheek, and then straightened her clothes before leaving Song Nanqiao’s room. Her cheeks still had a suspicious blush.
“Miss, hello,” several makeup artists greeted Wen Wenyao in turn when they saw her.
“Come in, you’ve worked hard,” Wen Wenyao opened the door to her room.
The makeup artists followed her inside.
“Miss’s cheeks are flushed; you look very healthy,” one of the makeup artists remarked while looking at the girl in the mirror.
“Thank you,” Wen Wenyao replied after a moment of hesitation. It was all because of Song Nanqiao that she felt so happy.
Thinking about it, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Wen Wenyao’s lips.
Two hours later, the banquet was held as scheduled.
Wen Wenyao, who had just walked out of her room, looked like a fairy, pristine and untouched by worldly troubles. Hotel staff passing by couldn’t help but keep their eyes on her.
Wen Wenyao cast her gaze toward Song Nanqiao’s room, elegantly making her way to the door.
She raised her fair hand and lightly knocked on the room’s door.
“Have you finished dressing up?” Song Nanqiao opened the door and glanced outside.
Upon seeing Wen Wenyao, Song Nanqiao was once again amazed by her beauty.
“Come with me,” Wen Wenyao held Song Nanqiao’s hand and looked at her with bright eyes, like a young deer.
“Alright,” Song Nanqiao hesitated for a moment but nodded.
“Baby, you’re so obedient,” Wen Wenyao pinched Song Nanqiao’s cheek and expressed her satisfaction with Song Nanqiao’s recent reactions.
The two of them got into a car together.
As they entered the venue, Song Nanqiao kept an eye on her surroundings. She noticed several tall, blond, and blue-eyed men in military uniforms, which made her feel uneasy.
After 6 o’clock, Wen Guangquan was busy welcoming guests, while Wen Wenyao stayed by Song Nanqiao’s side. Song Nanqiao took Wen Wenyao to a secluded garden, a relatively remote spot less likely to be found.
“Stay here,” Song Nanqiao took off her own coat and draped it over Wen Wenyao.
“Okay,” the girl tightened the coat a bit. As long as Song Nanqiao was by her side, everything would be fine.
Song Nanqiao thought they could safely pass the time like this, but unexpectedly, she suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.
Song Nanqiao turned her head to look.
It was a foreign man.
“You go upstairs and hide. Come out when he’s gone…” Song Nanqiao quickly shielded Wen Wenyao behind her and became alert.
“This beautiful young lady, I’ve been watching you for a while. Would you like to have a drink?” The man seemed to have noticed Wen Wenyao a long time ago, ignoring Song Nanqiao’s presence and approached Wen Wenyao.
Song Nanqiao sneered.
“System, activate my half-hour combat power buff.”
“Oh, okay,” the system quickly opened its ability panel, the skill it had obtained for Song Nanqiao after her last injury.
The man was about to reach for Wen Wenyao’s hand, but she subtly avoided him. There was clear fear in the girl’s eyes.
“Sir, please restrain yourself,” Song Nanqiao grabbed the man’s hand and applied a slight force, causing a crisp sound at the joints.
What followed was the man’s painful expression. He glared fiercely at Song Nanqiao, then cursed something in a foreign language. He had wanted to kick Song Nanqiao, but she keenly sensed it and turned the tables by kicking him hard.
Now the man could hardly stand.
“I’m the son of a general in the army. Do you want to die for doing this?” The man’s face turned red, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
“Get lost,” Song Nanqiao said coldly, showing no intention of giving him face.
“Hmph, you won’t be able to maintain that attitude for long.”
The man seemed to think of something, smirked twistedly, and appeared somewhat pleased. He limped, leaning on the wall, and walked into the crowded hall outside…
