About to get rich soon: 【So hard to choose. Song Chan and Zhou Chiyu seem like a great ship too. Maybe ship them—after all, Chan Yi Mian Mian got torn apart by the mains themselves.】
70-year-old online flirt: 【Sis, think bigger. Kids pick one; college me wants all three together. It’ll just make me happier!】
Give every hunk a home: 【Weird CPs multiplying. I can’t choose—why not all three together? (hopeful eyes)】
Amid the live chat’s heated discussions, the gala hall’s stage lights suddenly blazed.
The two hosts took the stage for the final closing remarks.
Song Chan’s heart pounded wildly in her chest—it was finally time for the most nerve-wracking and daunting part of the entire gala.
“Next, let’s give a warm round of applause for the editor-in-charge of ZE Fashion’s 20th Anniversary Issue, Teacher Song Chan, to deliver the gala’s closing remarks.”
The moment her name was called, the spotlight above her head lit up.
The stark white light hit her glamorous crimson mermaid gown, her stunning beauty instantly captivating every guest in the hall.
Thunderous applause filled the banquet hall as Song Chan became the center of attention. No matter how nervous she felt, she had to shove it all aside.
With calm, composed steps, she stopped at the base of the stairs. For Song Chan in her sky-high heels, facing those three steps was still a challenge.
She steadied her foot to step up when a large hand extended.
She turned to look—it was Zhou Chiyu.
Beside him, Su Yicen, half a beat late, stared coldly at the hand he had extended.
Under the live broadcast camera and in front of the entire audience’s gazes, Song Chan had no way to politely refuse the kindness that Zhou Chiyu proactively offered.
When her slender white hand rested on Zhou Chiyu’s hand, she could hear the soft sighs from the guests behind her.
Supported onto the stage by Zhou Chiyu, Song Chan politely thanked him.
Under the spotlight, Song Chan stood calmly and composed on stage. Although she had forgotten most of her lines, she still managed to deliver them smoothly.
Following the gala’s procedure, after finishing her closing remarks, Song Chan prepared to step down but was stopped by the host.
“Teacher Song, wait a moment. Let’s take a group photo on stage with all the guests present.”
Another group photo…
Smiling and nodding in agreement, Song Chan stepped aside.
With the big boss and Lin Jinhe present today, even for a large group photo, she had no need to stand in the center.
In a short while, all the guests from below the stage came up, the photographer was in position, and the guests were all politely yielding the center C-position.
Only Su Yicen and Zhou Chiyu stood purposefully next to Song Chan.
Seeing Zhou Chiyu stand directly on Song Chan’s other side this time, Su Yicen circled around to separate them unobtrusively.
Suddenly, a middle-aged Fat Uncle walked up and called out to Song Chan.
“You’re Little Song Editor, right?”
Song Chan did not recognize this man, but seeing the hand he placed on Su Yicen’s shoulder, she roughly guessed he was from Chichuang.
“Hello.” She replied politely.
The man asked again: “I’m the producer of Fashion Gentleman in Paris, and an old friend of ZE Fashion. Our crew should have sent an invitation to Little Song Editor, right?”
“Why haven’t we gotten a reply yet?”
So he had come to question her…
Song Chan did not know how to politely refuse his invitation in front of so many people.
Fat Uncle laughed heartily and asked her: “Is it because Old Li won’t let you go?”
The Old Li he mentioned was precisely ZE Fashion’s big boss. Song Chan had not expected him to know the big boss as well, which made it even harder for her to refuse.
At that moment, the big boss came over.
Fat Uncle’s thick palm patted the big boss’s shoulder—it was clear they were very familiar.
He said: “Old Li, I have a drama about to shoot soon. I hope you can let Little Song Editor serve as our crew’s fashion consultant.”
“We’ve been waiting a long time for a reply. Are you reluctant to part with your valued subordinate and blocking it?”
Meeting the big boss’s inquiring gaze, Song Chan hurriedly waved her hands to explain.
“No, no, our boss didn’t know.”
The big boss glanced at Song Chan, then shifted his gaze to Lin Jinhe nearby.
He asked: “Once Little Song finishes the 20th anniversary issue, she shouldn’t have much work left, right?”
Song Chan’s inner thought: There is, quite a bit.
But before Lin Jinhe could reply, the big boss made the decision himself and agreed to Fat Uncle.
“Even if there is, Little Lin, clear her schedule first. Let Little Song gain some experience with the crew; it’s good for her.”
He then instructed Song Chan: “Little Song, after the 20th anniversary issue pre-sales end, pause your current work and cooperate with the crew as their fashion consultant.”
In Song Chan’s bewildered state, her next assignment had already been clearly arranged.
She never expected that in this crew, the first person to be confirmed was her, the fashion consultant.
After the pleasantries ended, it actually was not bad this way. After all, the crew offered generously, and serving as a fashion consultant probably would not be too busy—it could even be treated as a paid vacation.
Song Chan and Su Yicen stood in the second row, partially blocked by the half-squatting guests in front.
Under the live broadcast camera, as the photographer’s camera flashed repeatedly, Song Chan tilted her head with a smile facing the lens.
Suddenly, she felt someone hook her hand from below. The next second, her hand was gripped in that person’s palm.
Instantly, Song Chan’s nerves tensed, and her body stiffened slightly.
This was right in front of the camera, a live broadcast watched by millions, with people all around.
His open yet sneaky seduction made her heart race uncontrollably.
Song Chan decisively slapped away the hand Su Yicen was using to hold hers, met with a threatening smile.
She sensed that Su Yicen was in an exceptionally good mood, especially after hearing that she had been confirmed to cooperate with the crew as fashion consultant.
The stage buzzed with voices under the flashing lights.
The person who had originally decided not to join that drama suddenly spoke up.
“Let’s go together, to Paris.”
Song Chan kept smiling toward the lens, squeezing the words out through gritted teeth as she glared at him with sparkling eyes, chin raised.
“Didn’t you decide not to go?”
Su Yicen remained unfazed, tilting his head slightly to whisper softly in her ear, his words carrying no hint of threat.
“Teacher Song, if you seduce me again, I’ll kiss you in front of everyone.”
His threat worked—and extremely effectively.
Song Chan’s smile froze. She knew he was fully capable of it.
She shifted her body to the side, but Su Yicen followed right along.
“Teacher Song… are you trying to run?”
There was a saying: A wise man knows when to yield. Hearing his voice full of threat.
Song Chan immediately pulled her stepped foot back.
After the group photo ended, the gala drew to a close.
Spotting the pink rose pinned to the pocket square on Su Yicen’s chest, the host asked with interest.
“Teacher Su’s styling is very interesting. Does it have any special meaning?”
Because his sneaky flirtation had succeeded earlier—seeing Song Chan’s reddened ear roots—Su Yicen was in a great mood and was willing to answer a few questions.
“Indeed there is, from a very important person.”
“The first flower sent to me.”
Her steps toward the stage exit halted; Song Chan felt rooted to the spot. Anxiously, she turned around and blinked at Su Yicen, fearing he would say something he shouldn’t.
As expected from a host with an entertainment reporter background, she immediately seized the highlight.
She probed: “Teacher Su, can you say who it is?”
The live broadcast’s final shot paused right there, drawing back the netizens who had wandered off.
Song Chan’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest; her palms sweated from the host’s question.
Su Yicen remained utterly composed, showing no flaws as he handled it calmly.
His lips parted slightly, lightly uttering two words. “A fan.”
His answer carried deep meaning, but his eyes gazed profoundly at Song Chan.
Fortunately, the camera captured a close-up; the live feed did not include her.
In the shot, only Su Yicen’s affectionate gaze and the host’s praise beside him appeared.
“Teacher Su, you’re so fan-doting! Being your fan is truly blissful!”
“Mutual. Having them is my happiness.”
His single sentence set off screaming bullet comments in the live chat.
Crazy for Cen: 【Aaaah! I love Cen Cen so much, my blood pressure’s at 180, I’m fainting!】
Give Cen Cen 108 babies: 【Aaaah! Cen Cen is so good at fan service! (nosebleed)】
Cen Cen’s off-site girlfriend: 【Blood tank empty. I knew he reads our comments. I love it so much!】
Only when the live broadcast lights finally dimmed did Song Chan’s suspended heart relax.
She had been terribly nervous earlier, afraid Su Yicen would let something slip the next second.
Fortunately, it passed without incident—nothing was discovered.
ZE Fashion’s 20th Anniversary Charity Gala had officially concluded.
Most of the chatting guests had dispersed. Song Chan walked to the edge of the steps.
Descending these three steps was clearly more dangerous than ascending.
Zhou Chiyu, who was nearby chatting with artists, noticed and approached with a gentlemanly smile. Before his hand could reach Song Chan, Su Yicen blocked it from behind.
In a deep voice, his tone brooking no argument: “I’ll do it.”
This was in public! With so many people around!
Clearly, Song Chan’s protesting gaze had no effect; that beautifully sculpted hand remained extended.
Su Yicen turned his head slightly, his dark eyes harboring restrained emotion.
He took her hand, heedless of the gazes from those around.
The person before him filled his deep eyes completely.
Gazing at her as if no one else existed, in a gentle tone, he earnestly repeated.
“I’ll do it.”