He leaned back and ordered, "Translate!"
Xia Xingchen was stunned for a moment, looking at him in confusion. Translate? Translate what? No one was talking to him, right
Bai Yeqing pointed at the huge screen in front of him with his chin. On the screen was the lyrics of the song sung by the star from Country Y on stage. Xia Xingchen understood and immediately translated it word for word. Bai Yeqing just said, "What did you say?"
The sound effects in the venue were very good, and her voice was very soft, so it was covered by the sound effects and made it sound fragmented.
Xia Xingchen had no choice but to move closer to his ear and start translating from the beginning again.
Bai Yeqing glanced slightly to the side, and could see her serious and focused profile. Her eyes were always on the big screen in front of her, and her red lips were slightly moving. Under the dim light, her little face looked even whiter...
Being so close, I could smell the faint fragrance on her.
Too familiar.
It was so familiar that his chest suddenly ached, and the pain spread to the tip of his heart. He really wanted to ask this woman why she suddenly didn't want him anymore! Why was he not as good as Yu Zenan? Why could she withdraw so resolutely and freely every time? Was he the only one who tossed and turned at night and couldn't fall asleep? !
That night, when she said so rationally that 'there might not be a future between them', was it because she really didn't care at all
Or…
In her mind, actually... had she really never envisioned a future for the two of them
When he was fantasizing about holding her hand and walking into Baiyu Palace to receive the blessings of the whole nation, when he was fantasizing about taking her to meet his parents, he and Yu Zenan...
"Okay, that's it for the whole article." She concluded with a gentle voice that brought his thoughts to an abrupt halt.
After saying that, she slowly withdrew her gaze from the curtain and looked at him. He stared at her without any intention of withdrawing his gaze, just meeting her eyes.
The complex and deep emotions revealed in those eyes made Xia Xingchen's heart tighten and his heart palpitated for a moment.
Is this my illusion? I always feel that...
The way he looked at me was actually somewhat desolate, somewhat... painful...
"Mr. President?" Xia Xingchen felt a little confused by his look. She pinched her palms to calm herself down, then called him softly in a calm tone.
He seemed to have come to his senses, and said nothing, looking away. His eyes fell on the center of the stage, and he returned to his initial indifference and alienation.
Looking at him like this, Xia Xingchen couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
Apparently...
Just now, it was probably just my illusion!
After that, Bai Yeqing seemed to have completely forgotten about Xia Xingchen. He just left her aside. No matter who talked to him, he didn't need her as a translator. Xia Xingchen stood beside him holding a paper and a pen, feeling that her coming here tonight seemed completely unnecessary. She didn't know why Leng Fei arranged for her to come here.
After the cultural exchange event, there was a dinner as usual. Xia Xingchen, as his partner, still had to follow him. He drank a lot of wine tonight. Even Leng Fei, who was waiting outside, noticed it and spoke to her in the headset, "Miss Xia, you have drunk too much. To prevent yourself from losing your composure, please remind me."
"Okay." Xia Xingchen responded, watching Bai Yeqing accept the offer again and drink half of the wine offered by an official. If this continued, he would really get drunk.
Xia Xingchen was worried and took a step forward, "Mr. President."
Bai Yeqing glanced at her, and then ignored her. Xia Xingchen took a step forward, and quietly pulled down his sleeves when there was no one else around. Bai Yeqing was stunned, lowered his head, and saw her white fingers pinching his shirt...
My chest swayed slightly. It was like returning to a while ago...
As if she felt his gaze and realized that she had lost her composure, Xia Xingchen quickly pulled her hand back.
At that moment, Bai Yeqing's face darkened, and he raised his thin lips and asked, "What?"
“… You can’t drink anymore. You’ll get drunk if you drink more.”
Bai Yeqing's eyes deepened as he stared at her. "Ms. Xia is a translator, not my secretary. Why are you still controlling me?"
He was mocking her for not being qualified to say such things!
Xia Xingchen could only say: "... Leng Fei asked me to remind you."
"..." Bai Yeqing took a deep breath, and when he looked at her again, his eyes became heavier and colder, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. He also put the wine glass heavily back on the tray of the waiter who passed by.
She felt cold all over when being stared at, and could only lower her head.
So... For this kind of thing, it would probably be much better for Leng Fei to remind him personally! As soon as she said that, he was so unhappy.
… … … …
Halfway through the party, Bai Yeqing left. Xia Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to leave.
The group of people left the venue one after another. The wind outside blew straight at them, and Xia Xingchen shivered with cold, wanting to hide inside. It was getting colder and colder!
Bai Yeqing was walking in front of her, and he could hear her gasping because of the cold, so he subconsciously took off his suit. Xia Xingchen lowered her head and blew on her hands to warm them, while following the others to walk forward. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulders. A warm piece of clothing was thrown at her, covering her eyes.
She was stunned for a moment. Even if she didn't pull the clothes off, she knew who the clothes came from just by smelling the scent.
After a while, she took the clothes off her head. When she looked again, they had reached the car, and Bai Yeqing leaned over to get in.
Xia Xingchen hurriedly followed, "Mr. President, your clothes."
That tone made the man sitting in the car look cold. He glanced at her and said, "Get in the car!"
"I... can just take a taxi."
"Even if you are not afraid of freezing to death, I don't want to see in the news tomorrow that my translator followed me and froze to death outside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!" he said in a serious tone.
Leng Fei saw that her nose was red from the cold, so he also advised: "Miss Xia, get in the car."
It was indeed cold. It was not certain that a taxi would be available right away. Xia Xingchen did not insist any more, and just nodded to Leng Fei, then subconsciously stepped back and planned to take the same car she had taken when she came. However, she had only taken one step when she heard someone's voice again, "Ms. Xia, do you know what a personal translator is?"
Xia Xingchen was puzzled and looked back at him.
He looked cold and pursed his lips, obviously not wanting to explain further. Leng Fei naturally understood, and quickly opened the car door and made a "please" gesture.
"Miss Xia, please take this car."
"… But, isn't the work already over?" A personal translator is indeed supposed to stay close to the person, but, isn't it all over now
"Maybe... the embassy official will want to talk to you on the phone later." Leng Fei really admired his ability to make up stories.
Xia Xingchen had no choice but to sit in.