The host did not pay attention to Meng Jingwei's knee. Instead, Ivan walked over and was the first to ask her, "Are you alright?"
Meng Jingwei shook her head. "It's nothing."
"Designer Ivan, hello. Model number 82 wearing this set of jewelry is your company's finale piece. It's truly beautiful and stunning. Could you introduce the design inspiration and concept to everyone?" the host asked.
Ivan nodded, took the microphone, and said, "The inspiration for this design comes from Meng Jingwei, Miss Meng. When I was sitting with her, having tea, she told me about her first love, a memory filled with warmth, like the gentle sun on a winter day. That immediately sparked my inspiration to design this 'First Love' collection. Therefore, I asked Miss Meng to be the model to showcase 'First Love' today."
This fictional background story was originally designed to cover up the fact that Meng Jingwei couldn't walk the runway.
Who would have thought that Meng Jingwei would actually be a model?
However, seeing Meng Jingwei's excellent stage presence, Ivan still insisted on using this 'fictional' background story.
"Oh, really? Designer Ivan is truly very creative." The host smiled and then asked Meng Jingwei, "I believe not only I, but also the audience present, are very curious. What kind of unforgettable romance gave Designer Ivan such great inspiration? Miss Meng, could you tell us about it?"
The host handed the microphone to Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei took the microphone, nodded slightly, and maintained a professional smile, contemplating how to tell the story.
Ivan leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Don't be nervous, just casually talk about your first love story."
Meng Jingwei gripped the microphone, her thoughts drifting back a few years. "It was a biting winter. I was riding my bicycle to school, and I fell hard on the icy roadside. At that moment..."
As she spoke, she looked down at her knee and chuckled, "Yes, just like my knee now, it was purple-red and swollen, making it impossible to walk."
The camera operator switched the shot, focusing on Meng Jingwei's knee for a close-up.
Looking at it, her knee was clearly badly injured, very swollen, and almost a purplish-red, with visible blood vessels.
"Just then, he happened to be passing by. Seeing me in pain and unable to get up, he kindly walked over and carried me on his back to the infirmary. From then on, that was the beginning of that first love."
Meng Jingwei didn't falter on stage; instead, she slowly recounted her first encounter with her first love.
However, just as Meng Jingwei was handing the microphone to the host on her right, her gaze happened to fall upon... Qing Mu Ye, sitting by the runway.
Meeting Qing Mu Ye's deep and cold gaze, Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat, and she nervously swallowed.
When did he arrive?
Meng Jingwei was quite startled and secretly let out a sigh of relief, no longer daring to look directly into his icy eyes.
"It sounds like a truly pure and beautiful relationship. However, since we've come this far, Miss Meng, perhaps you could satisfy everyone's curiosity and tell us if you still like your first love?"
The host held something in her hand. She glanced at a received message and then directly asked a private question.
At that moment, many felt the host's question was rather foolish.
But she had already handed the microphone to Meng Jingwei, showing no intention of asking for Meng Jingwei's consent.
Ivan, standing beside her, immediately said, "Miss Meng's leg is injured, perhaps we should..."
"It's fine."
Meng Jingwei shook her head and graciously took the microphone from the host.
At that instant, her gaze met Qing Mu Ye's again. They looked at each other across the distance, their eyes complex and heavy.
Meng Jingwei took a deep breath, clutched the microphone, and said, "Yes. And I can't forget him."
This sentence seemed to be an answer to the reporter, but she was speaking it while looking at Qing Mu Ye.
Since she was here, Meng Jingwei felt cornered, but she might as well take this opportunity to give Qing Mu Ye the answer he had always wanted.
Moreover, Han Jun Yan had not been in the country for years, and she had not revealed Han Jun Yan's name, so she had no reservations.
Unless, of course, Han Jun Yan was present!
As Meng Jingwei finished speaking, Tang Si and Han Yu, the two brothers sitting next to Qing Mu Ye, exchanged glances and instinctively moved a little further away from Qing Mu Ye.
This blow was equivalent to TNT.
And just as Meng Jingwei and Qing Mu Ye were looking at each other, someone in the audience stood up.
Chu Xue, who was watching everything on stage from backstage, was overly jealous of Meng Jingwei's performance.
She had originally intended to humiliate Meng Jingwei and make her a laughingstock by tampering with her shoes. But who knew she would be able to complete a perfect walk by stepping on her toes?
Not only did she not embarrass herself, but she also earned widespread praise.
Chu Xue was immensely jealous. However, when she noticed Qing Mu Ye sitting in the audience and Meng Jingwei talking about her first love on stage, Chu Xue suddenly felt that she had truly been 'petty-minded'.
To publicly declare her love for her first love, while looking at Qing Mu Ye, meant she truly didn't love Qing Mu Ye.
Chu Xue fell into thought, and as she raised her eyes, she saw someone stand up in the audience.
Following a woman's intuition, Chu Xue immediately felt that the way that person looked at Meng Jingwei was unusual.
He immediately walked over to the lighting technician and said, "Quick, shine the spotlight on him."
Regardless of anything else, Chu Xue was the eldest princess of the Chu Group and held an extraordinary position in Lan City. Ordinary people would naturally not dare to oppose her.
The lighting technician, intimidated by Chu Xue's status, shone a spotlight on the person who had stood up.
Suddenly, the standing person became the focus of everyone's attention, and they all looked over.
Meng Jingwei, standing on the runway, had a clear view of the man enveloped in the white spotlight. Her pupils constricted, and her breathing stopped.
He...
How could it be... him?
"Han Jun Yan?" Meng Jingwei blurted out Han Jun Yan's name involuntarily. But because she was still holding the microphone, her voice was amplified countless times.
In her extreme shock, Meng Jingwei's speech slowed down considerably. However, to others, her voice sounded like a heartfelt calling.
Everyone turned to look at the man named Han Jun Yan, starting to whisper amongst themselves.
"Is that man the first love Meng Jingwei was talking about?"
"My goodness, is this the romance that Zhongling Jewelry has created today?"
"That man is so handsome."
"He has the aura of a scholarly gentleman, so elegant."
"Damn it, we came to see a jewelry show and ended up getting a dose of romance."
...
Qing Mu Ye followed Meng Jingwei's gaze and clearly saw Han Jun Yan standing among the crowd. His brow furrowed slightly, and a complex expression appeared on his handsome face.
Tang Si's jaw dropped. He didn't even dare to speak to Qing Mu Ye, so he turned to Han Yu beside him and said, "Holy crap, Old Han, you said Han Jun Yan wasn't supposed to be back, right? Where did this guy come from, popping out of thin air?"