The awards ceremony became his solo stage.
After singing a new song, Ling Qianhe walked down.
Under everyone's gaze, he sat beside Lin Muci as if no one else was there. Lin Muci coughed and stroked his chin.
He leaned close to her ear, his tone ambiguous.
"What do you think I should do now?"
Lin Muci took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but then stopped.
What should he do—how could she know?
As Ling Qianhe moved closer, his eyes fixed on her, and his hand instantly grabbed her wrist, as if gripping her pulse.
"I heard."
"Doesn't Xiao Ci have a fiancé?"
"Xiao Ci, you said you recognized your birth father."
"Your birth father's Lin family has a marriage engagement with Yang Lanyan's family, right?"
He asked with certainty, and Lin Muci's eyes widened as she heard him, a mix of confusion, suspicion, and bewilderment welling up in her gaze.
"You... How did you know? Who told you?"
Ling Qianhe acted proud again.
"In this world, is there anything I don't know?"
"I know you have an engagement with Yang Lanyan, so don't you have anything you want to tell me?"
Lin Muci immediately reassured him!
"My heart definitely belongs to you!"
"Qianhe, I promise you, I will absolutely not flirt around, nor will I get involved with other men—my heart and eyes are only for you."
The little system's teeth were about to ache from sweetness.
"Host, saying that—cough cough, isn't that a little too cowardly?"
"Are you that afraid of Ling Qianhe?"
"Where did that strong resolve of yours to utterly crush this villain go?"
Lin Muci retorted fiercely at the little system.
"Stop talking about me—if it were you, and the main system came, wouldn't you say some nice words to appease him? Would you still be stubborn?"
"Yours, mine, are the types who will go crazy at any moment if we disagree. How can I crush them completely without risking my own life?"
"Crushing hearts leads to mutual destruction."
"Angering a yandere means losing your own life."
"Shouldn't I be wise enough to know better and appease this great devil early on?"
The little system was utterly dejected!
"Oh my god. Host, why have you suddenly become a different person—what hardships has my host endured, what sins has she committed, to become so obedient and endearing."
"Sob sob sob, give me back the host who could conquer the heavens in an instant!"
...
After the awards ceremony ended, Lin Muci and Ling Qianhe got into the car together to return to the hotel.
The hotel lobby was filled with flowers, with inscriptions on them.
"Congratulations on Lin Muci's wrap-up."
Was this—someone knew she would be staying at the hotel and sent this specifically for her?
Lin Muci's eyelashes trembled slightly. She found it interesting.
It seemed someone was still not giving up.
Was it Yang Lanyan?
Conversely, Ling Qianhe glanced at the flowers, his lips revealing an unconcealed chill.
"You said you wouldn't flirt around?"
Lin Muci felt utterly innocent.
"It wasn't me who asked for the flowers, what crime have I committed?"
"You are unreasonable."
Ling Qianhe snorted, then hooked his finger at her nose. Seeing the pure innocence in her eyes, he eventually softened a little, but still held her hand and led her forward.
Lin Muci felt a bit embarrassed.
"Are we still in the same room?"
Ling Qianhe answered her slowly.
"Do you think the organizers would give us two rooms?"
"You forgot, only I am the guest."
"However, they should have given us the highest grade suite. Otherwise, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the floor?"
Lin Muci gasped upon hearing this and felt very embarrassed.
"How can I let you sleep on the floor? With such a big hotel, there can't be only one room, right?"
"I'll book another room!"
Thinking this, she turned to book a new room immediately.
Ling Qianhe, however, gazed into her eyes with a deep intensity. Without hesitation, he directly wrapped his arm around her waist. She suddenly widened her eyes and heard Ling Qianhe say:
"Don't go."
"If I say this hotel only has one room, then it only has one."
He embraced her waist and led her into the elevator.
He swiped open the door to the suite on the top floor.
Lin Muci sat on the sofa, turned to look at Ling Qianhe, and then coughed again.
"You sang on stage—you must be thirsty. I'll get you mineral water and open it for you."
Ling Qianhe, however, looked at her sitting obediently on the sofa, like a dutiful wife. A deep, meaningful, and dark glint flashed in the depths of his eyes. Then, he asked his little wife earnestly.
"Xiao Ci, I have many things I want to ask you."
Lin Muci felt guilty upon hearing him speak with such a serious tone.
"Uh-huh... Ah. Speak, speak."
Ling Qianhe smiled.
"I received information from a certain channel."
"It says I am your conquest target?"
Lin Muci's palms trembled as she heard this. She immediately felt a dry mouth.
"This—this is all a rumor."
Ling Qianhe hummed. He moved closer and closer to Lin Muci. Then, Lin Muci heard him ask:
"If that's a rumor, then who is your conquest target?"
"Feng Yuting?"
"Yang Lanyan?"
"Your childhood friend, Zhou Yuan'an?"
"That guy you filmed with, what's his name—"
"Xiao Ci, you've attracted too many men, too many to count."
"Or rather, are we all your conquest targets?"
Lin Muci's breathing grew rapid. She turned her head away, refusing to answer this sensitive question.
But Ling Qianhe pressed closer. Behind her was the sofa, and before her was his burning breath, slowly tracing her cheeks. Then he said:
"I am just an accident for you."
"Aren't I?"
"If it weren't for me, this accident, you would have left this world without looking back, wouldn't you?"
Lin Muci felt both awkward and ashamed.
How unbearable was it to have her secrets exposed like this.
Or perhaps, because it was Ling Qianhe before her, that's why she felt such a headache and helplessness.
Ling Qianhe gently lifted her chin. His gaze was deep as the sea, with colorful mists swirling in his eyes. The mists diffused, revealing his peerless face, which stirred the heart.
"Xiao Ci."
"If I truly liked you, would you believe me, stay, and be with me."
"Would you?"
"Have you ever met a man like me, one who truly made your heart flutter?"
Meaning.
He was...
Purely jealous?
Lin Muci opened her mouth, and she cleared her throat. Ling Qianhe, however, kissed her lips.
He drew close to her, his breath from his lips telling her word by word.
"No matter how much you've experienced, no matter how many people you've met, no matter who has been in your heart—I'm telling you, from the moment I met you, your world, your life, can only have me."
"Other people."
"No one else will ever get you!"