Everyone was eagerly looking in the direction the host indicated.
Su Xingyu looked over too, only to see a man in a deep black suit, white shirt, and silver-gray tie, standing tall on the stage. The spotlight fell on him, outlining his chiseled features, his calm and deep gaze, and his every gesture, flawless and breathtaking.
"Lu Shifeng..."
"It’s Mr. Lu!"
Many people in the audience exclaid, "Mr. Lu is going to personally present this dal to Su Xingyu!"
Su Xingyu was also surprised; her clear, sparkling eyes widened slightly as she looked at him. However, unlike the excited surprise of those below the stage, her mind was only revolving around one thought: He’s still injured! This arrogant tyrant, so eager to leave the hospital before he’s healed. Is it so hard to rest properly?!
While she was internally ranting, Lu Shifeng had already walked to her.
He took the Golden Star dal from the ceremonial hostess and handed it to her personally.
"Congratulations, Su Xingyu," he said, his voice as deep and cold as ever, yet surprisingly gentle, "You are Feng Ren’s pride."
She took the dal from him as if in a daze. The 24K gold dal was shaped like an irregular star, and most notably, it even resembled an open wing, so luxurious and exquisite.
"This Golden Star dal is specially designed for you," he said. "Unlike the others, it subtly incorporates your na, Xingyu. Thank you for saving my life."
The words ’Xingyu’ were pronounced by him in such a pleasant voice in front of everyone, clearly an official occasion, yet she couldn’t help feeling her face heat up.
She glanced at the dal as beautiful as a star and wing, then looked up at him and said, "Thank you."
She had initially intended to thank him simply, hoping he’d leave the stage soon. She was truly worried about his injuries—scapula fractures, spinal fissures—not a joke?
But he just looked down at her without showing any intention of leaving.
The host smiled and said, "This Golden Star dal is truly special. As far as I know, Miss Zhuang Heng’s and Zhou Liyan’s dals were just ordinary stars, and not personally awarded by Mr. Lu. Miss Su, you are the first to receive a dal from Mr. Lu personally, it’s a great honor!"
Su Xingyu smiled politely, irritated by the host’s chattiness, and secretly anxious for Lu Shifeng to leave the stage.
Below the stage, Feng Ren’s employees were in an uproar. Many new employees were asking the veterans, "Is Mr. Lu really giving an award for the first ti?"
"Even Zhuang Heng didn’t get this treatnt?"
"Isn’t there a rumor that Miss Zhuang is Mr. Lu’s fiancée? Why would Mr. Lu prefer not to award his fiancée but another girl instead?"
The discussions grew louder, and many reached Zhuang Heng’s ears in the audience. Yet she had to maintain her most elegant deanor, despite the jealousy raging within her. She dared not show any displeasure in front of so many people, or it’d be a laughing matter. She was the Zhuang Family’s eldest daughter, superior to all employees here, how could she lose her composure?
But her hands were secretly clenched into fists beside her thighs, wishing she could tear the charming Su Xingyu to pieces.
On stage, Su Xingyu saw Lu Shifeng still not leaving and beca anxious, blurting out, "Mr. Lu, I’m glad to have saved you, and since the award is given, perhaps colleagues are eager to return to their departnts. Shall we wrap it up?" She dared not directly say it was because of Lu Shifeng’s injuries that she was urging to end the event. Knowing his temperant after so long, she understood never to imply weakness. He’s as stubborn as a tyrannosaurus.
In the audience, Fang Luohua wiped tears and sighed emotionally, "Xingyu’s so thoughtful, knowing we’re suffering below the stage, hoping to go back for a break. She actually dared to suggest ending the ceremony in front of Mr. Lu’s icy face! Truly considerate."
Not just colleagues from the photography departnt, but even others from various departnts were moved.
The host looked awkward and said, "Miss Su, we still have your acceptance speech and the president’s address to follow..."
"I’m a bit tired," Su Xingyu said softly.
When she said this, she wasn’t looking at the host but slightly up at Lu Shifeng.
Anyway, she needed to coax this man, use soft words, whatever it took to get him off stage for rest soon.
Lu Shifeng remained silent, extending his arms toward her.
Su Xingyu froze for a mont, he... wouldn’t, right? In front of all these people?
Below the stage, there was a commotion, "What’s Mr. Lu going to do?"
"Wow, could it be a passionate hug with Su Xingyu?"
"To hug such a cold and handso man as Mr. Lu, it’s worth dying for!"
"Su Xingyu, go for it! Go for it!"
There were already whispers of encouragent for her.
In the audience, Zhuang Heng’s face looked even worse, her smile almost faltering, Su Xingyu—so shaless! Flaunting romance in public! Isn’t she just a mistress?!
Fang Luohua accidentally glanced aside, startled by Zhuang Heng’s expression, and said loudly, "Miss Zhuang, are you okay? Feeling unwell? Should I take you back?"
His shout attracted a lot of attention, with people turning to look at Zhuang Heng.
Zhuang Heng was terribly embarrassed, annoyed at Fang Luohua’s blatant behavior, but she could only force another smile, "I’m fine, maybe a bit low in blood sugar from skipping breakfast, just need to sit for a while."
Fang Luohua said, "That’s not good! Low blood sugar is dangerous! I’ll find so chocolate for you." Saying this, he hurriedly got up, repeatedly saying, "Excuse ," leaving to find chocolate.
His commotion was so large that not only the nearby area but even slightly farther people knew about Zhuang Heng’s low blood sugar.
Soone chuckled quietly, "I don’t think Zhuang Heng’s low blood sugar at all, clearly she’s upset that her future husband is awarding another girl?"
"No way, Miss Zhuang isn’t that petty, is she? It’s just an award, right?"
"Didn’t you see Mr. Lu wants to hug her? A woman can’t stand that."
"Just a normal, courteous hug, Miss Zhuang is making a fuss."
"But looking at it, that Su Xingyu with Mr. Lu on stage seems quite a match, doesn’t it? They look like a couple."
"Yes, talented guy and beautiful girl, if only Su Xingyu were also a noble lady like Zhuang Heng. Their presence together looks better than Zhuang Heng beside Mr. Lu."
"Look, look, they’re hugging!" The audience bubbled with excitent again.
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