Han Junyan's mouth twitched, feeling that some coincidences were too extreme.
There's an old saying: Speak of the devil and he shall appear!
Wasn't that what happened?
He had said at noon that Han Junyan wouldn't be returning to the country, but what was the situation now?
This was causing trouble.
On stage, the host, holding the microphone, couldn't hide his delight. "Oh my goodness, designer Ivan, was this a romantic gesture you meticulously prepared? By having Miss Meng wear and walk the runway with the 'First Love' design, and then having her explain 'First Love,' the true intention was to confess to the Mr. Han, wasn't it?"
Meng Jingwei: Damn it, it's a pity you didn't become an editor!
She was lost in surprise, her emotions in turmoil, making it difficult to articulate at that moment.
Yet, her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.
Just moments ago, she had said Han Junyan would absolutely not know, but now look at this...
Han Junyan, whom she hadn't seen in five years, had appeared before her as if from nowhere, incredibly!
That wasn't the main point. The main point was the host's brilliant deduction, connecting everything together, leaving her speechless.
Meng Jingwei glanced at Han Junyan, whom she hadn't seen in many years. He seemed much more mature than back then, but the scholarly aura he exuded was truly captivating.
She gazed at Han Junyan, and he looked back at her. Their eyes met, as if a lifetime passed in that instant.
At that moment, the background music switched to a romantic melody, and Richard Clayderman's "Wedding in Dream" began to play, pushing the atmosphere to its climax.
For some reason, Meng Jingwei suddenly felt that her favorite song, "Wedding in Dream," was incredibly jarring and ironic at this moment, as if filled with endless mockery.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp gaze directed at her.
Meng Jingwei shifted her gaze slightly and met Qing Muye's heavy, slightly lost eyes.
Her heart felt a prick, a faint discomfort, at a certain moment.
She pursed her lips, her hand holding the microphone growing tense, sweat beading in her palms.
Shu Yao, seated on the other side of the runway, took in the scene. She looked at the man named Han Junyan and then at Qing Muye, feeling an immense awkwardness and embarrassment for Meng Jingwei.
Because backstage earlier, Ivan had discussed with Meng Jingwei, saying it was okay if she wasn't a great runway walker; with her perfect physique and height, she just needed to walk out with the jewelry and explain some design inspirations for 'First Love.'
But fate played a cruel trick; who knew her true first love would actually appear today!
More importantly, the host's irritating mouth brought up exactly what shouldn't have been mentioned.
Shu Yao was so embarrassed for Meng Jingwei that her toes curled up, almost digging a three-bedroom, two-bath apartment into the floor.
"Oh my god, I can't bear to watch!"
She covered her face with her hands, unsure how to face what was about to happen.
Would Meng Jingwei kill her after she got off the runway?
Equally anxious was Ivan, standing beside Meng Jingwei. Seeing the great atmosphere, an idea surfaced in her mind.
She leaned over and whispered in Meng Jingwei's ear, "This is an excellent opportunity to promote Zhong Ling Jewelry. The atmosphere is so well-created right now, it's simply... the entire venue..."
"Doctor, what's wrong with A'wei?"
The doctor waved his hand. "Nothing serious. The patient has low blood sugar. Just pay attention to it usually."
Meng Jingwei, lying on the hospital bed, opened her eyes and heard the conversation at the door. She curled her lips.
Damn, this was so embarrassing. Fortunately, she was quick-witted.
Otherwise, if she publicly admitted it was a confession to 'Han Junyan,' how many misunderstandings would that cause?
A perfectly fine runway show, how did it turn into a 'confession' midway?
Creak—
The hospital room door made a sound. Meng Jingwei immediately closed her eyes, continuing to feign unconsciousness.
"Hello, Mr. Qing. I'd like to go in and see Mengmeng."
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.
This voice had lingered in Meng Jingwei's mind countless times, longed for every day.
Now, the 'voice' she had been yearning for sounded again, and Meng Jingwei's heart couldn't help but race. She clenched her hands tightly.
Han Junyan?
Han Junyan!
After five years away, she thought they would never meet again, but he had returned without a whisper.
"A'wei is not feeling well. Perhaps we can meet another time."
Qing Muye stood with his hands in his suit pants pockets, his cold eyes glancing at Han Junyan, who was a few inches shorter than him. There was a hint of hostility in his gaze, but it flashed and disappeared.
Although he had seen Han Junyan in a photo yesterday, seeing him in person today, he had to admit he was quite handsome.
"Who are you to Mengmeng?"
Han Junyan asked curiously, his tone towards Qing Muye neither humble nor arrogant.