Wen Qiao smiled guiltily and touched his face, "I didn't think it through enough. Anyway, you are very busy. This is also a small-scale performance. Friends and relatives will not have tickets. Otherwise..."
Her breath hitched, the man's breath pressed against her lips, "I'm treated the same as your friends and family, right?"
Wen Qiao leaned against the French window and pursed her lips. "Why don't you go backstage and watch our performance from the side curtain? Okay?"
The man rubbed her neck with his rough fingertips: "I want to watch my girlfriend's performance. Do I need to stand at the side curtain?"
Wen Qiao forced herself to use the most tender and gentle voice to coax him, "Just think of that as a VIP seat, ok? You are the most special audience, so of course you have to stand in the most special position."
April 26th was a rare sunny day before the plum rain season arrived.
Young Master Fu stood at the side of the stage, looking at the man next to him, his face turning very pale.
Shang Fan didn't realize it yet and wanted to shake his hand: "Mr. Fu, it's nice to meet you."
Fu Nanli put one hand in his pocket and nodded coldly as a greeting.
Backstage, Wen Qiao was so nervous that his legs were shaking.
It was not because she was going to perform on stage, but because Shang Fan was here. The most special audience seat she promised - the side curtain of the stage, now had more than just Fu Nanli standing there, and Fu Nanli would definitely settle the account with her afterwards.
It's very annoying.
What’s even worse is that Zhuang Yan also came, and as a guest performer.
Wen Qiao pressed his temple anxiously: "Lu Youyou!"
"Qiao Qiao." Lu Youyou smiled guiltily.
"Explain to me why Zhuang Yan is the guest performer. I don't know."
Lu Youyou said with a guilty conscience: "This performance is a combination of folk music and Western music. Haven't you always wanted to promote the integration of Chinese and Western music? I asked Song Yu to participate. I thought that since we already have a piano, we should add a violin. Zhuang Yan is definitely the best choice. Qiao Qiao, I did this all for our performance."
How could Wen Qiao bear to be so mean to Lu Youyou
He could only whisper helplessly: "You should have told me earlier. Fu Nanli still doesn't know that I will be performing with Zhuang Yan in a while. Aren't you trying to cause trouble?"
Lu Youyou: "I will go to Master Fu and kowtow to apologize later."
Wen Qiao's temple was in severe pain. What was the point of Lu Youyou's apology? Wasn't she the one who suffered in the end
Zhuang Yan went backstage carrying his violin.
When she saw Zhuang Yan again, Wen Qiao felt calm. After all, liking this boy was a thing of her past life, just like a dream.
Zhuang Yan apologized to her in front of many people, and she could now get along with him without any grudges, just like an ordinary friend.
But Zhuang Yan couldn't treat her as an ordinary friend, and his eyes were still burning when he looked at Wen Qiao.
Now that everyone has been invited, it is impossible for Wen Qiao to be so pretentious and capricious as to let them go.
It’s all for folk music, and Youyou has good intentions. She smiled at Zhuang Yan and said, “Then let’s rehearse it first.”
Wen Qiao's makeup and hair were already done. She wore an ochre-red Hanfu long skirt with buttons, an emerald-colored hairpin in her braided hair, a teardrop mole at the end of her right eye, and a watery gleam in the corners of her eyes.
Zhuang Yan's eyes were a little dazed.
Such a girl once chased him and said she liked him, but he was the biggest fool in the world. He pushed her away with his own hands and humiliated her in every possible way with so many people.
Girls at that time must have had a very difficult life.
(End of this chapter)