Chapter 15 Then Let’s Fight
The second stop of the Concert was set in Jiangcheng.
That day a lot of partners and brands sent flower baskets.
Including Haohai Media and Xiao Yuan personally.
Getting one from Haohai wasn't surprising. But Xiao Yuan—this was the first time in all these years, solid and real.
Sister Li stared at the basket under Xiao Yuan's personal name, completely lost. "Is Xiao Yuan a masochist? Is he cheapening himself?"
The makeup artist was setting my makeup. I laughed so hard I shook. The makeup artist scolded me, "The setting powder's laughing right off!"
When the lift rose toward the stage, I closed my eyes. I thought of all these years. I would always leave Xiao Yuan a seat at the Concert.
But he had never come.
The fans' roar went from blurred to clear.
I thought I wouldn't let myself be sad anymore.
I opened my eyes. Lights gathered. Voices boiled.
The crowd roared through the venue. Their love came at me, fierce.
The Concert ended perfectly. There were six days until the next stop. I stayed in Jiangcheng to gather material.
Then I ran into Xiao Yuan at the hotel I was staying at in Jiangcheng.
To say I was surprised wasn't quite surprise. These years he had avoided me like a flood. It was so exaggerated that at the company annual gala, to keep from giving me an award, he would find reasons to send Xie Kun up instead.
But Xiao Capital was in Jiangcheng, and this was Jiangcheng's best chain hotel.
I nodded and said hello. "Mr. Xiao."
Xiao Yuan smiled very lightly. "You used to call me Brother Yuan."
I kept wrapping the bandage on my hand. "We're only former company superior and subordinate now."
Xiao Yuan was silent for a while, then suddenly held out his hand. "Let me help you?"
I paused, shook my head, and turned slightly to avoid him.
Xiao Yuan took his hand back. He made conversation. "Is the Concert over?"
"Mr. Xiao." I finally lifted my head and looked straight at him. "I don't want to talk to you."
Xiao Yuan met my eyes, turned, and picked up boxing gloves from the side. "Then let's fight a round."
Rage ran from my chest all the way to my throat. I laughed. "Fine."
That matter-of-fact, light-as-cloud attitude completely set me off.
Looking at that same lazy face of his, a hate I had never felt before almost buried me.
It was this attitude. In the past five years, it had trampled my love as if it weighed nothing. The pain of a true heart offered up with both hands and never treasured—every time I thought of it, I couldn't breathe.
Love and hate mixed and wanted to burn me through. But my eyes were that calm.
I put on the gloves and stared at him without blinking. "Please advise."