Zhuang Heng thought angrily to herself, pointed at the stage and shouted again, "Axing, if you have the guts, take off the veil on your face!"
Su Xingyu looked in her direction and frowned slightly, surprised that soone was still causing trouble at such a mont. However, taking off the veil on her face? For what reason? Although she was not afraid to take off the veil, it did not an she had to listen to whatever Zhuang Heng said. Should she take it off just because soone wanted her to? She wasn’t that bored, so bored that she had to prove anything to Zhuang Heng.
Yet, before she could fully process her displeased thoughts, she felt her face lighten slightly.
That thin layer of veil was removed by Lu Shifeng, and onstage, under the gentle and pure light, a delicate and gorgeous face erged—skin soft and fair, subtly exuding a beautiful luster like white jade, a cute and exquisite nose, lips beautiful like pale cherry blossoms, and eyes slightly widened with a hint of surprise and confusion...
Beautiful.
So beautiful.
Her beauty at this mont made everyone hold their breath in awe.
Soon, the audience stirred up, and soone said, "Oh my god, she’s so beautiful. Who was the one calling her ugly just now?"
"Wasn’t it Zhuang Heng? It looks like that woman who stood up is Zhuang Heng. She must have gone crazy after being dumped by Lu Shifeng, right?"
"It was Zhuang Heng, you can tell by the voice that it’s Zhuang Heng. She must have been overly stimulated after being dumped, shouting like that at the press conference and slandering Su Xingyu as ugly. Su Xingyu was never ugly before. Where did she get the confidence thinking Su Xingyu would look bad after taking off the veil?"
"Though it’s unclear why Su Xingyu is wearing a veil, when it’s removed, it’s clearly her herself, even more beautiful than four years ago."
"Exactly, exactly, Zhuang Heng kept slandering her, saying she wasn’t Su Xingyu."
"It truly is Su Xingyu, resurrected, back from the dead..."
The crowd was buzzing with chatter, focusing on Su Xingyu’s stunning looks and affirming she was really Su Xingyu. Before, although Lu Shifeng steadfastly announced to the public that Axing was Su Xingyu and even Su Xingyu admitted she hadn’t died four years ago but had returned anew, she always refused to remove the veil, making everyone doubt. So were incited by Zhuang Heng, believing another woman disguised as Su Xingyu to seduce Lu Shifeng, veiling herself because she couldn’t change her appearance.
Many people previously felt sympathy for Zhuang Heng.
However, as Su Xingyu’s beauty revealed to the crowd, all those sympathetic voices fell silent.
Onstage, the one standing gracefully in the dress layered like a rmaid princess was indeed Su Xingyu herself, Lu Shifeng’s original wife, that beautiful and elegant girl!
"Lu Shifeng and she are a perfect match!" a girl in the audience exclaid excitedly.
"Yes, yes, they look so good together!"
"Honestly, when Zhuang Heng and Lu Shifeng stood together, they looked like business partners, one in a suit and the other always in a professional skirt suit. But Su Xingyu is different; she rarely wears formal and domineering suits. She either wears casual ho clothes or those laid-back T-shirts and jeans, or like today’s occasion, the chosen dress looks stunning, like a princess. Wow, she and Lu Shifeng together have the feeling of settling down, like prince and princess!"
"Exactly, exactly!" more people echoed.
The two onstage stood together, perfect to the extre.
Lu Shifeng looked down at Su Xingyu, reaching out to pull her into his arms, lifting her cute chin deeply kissed her.
She instinctively wanted to turn her head away, but his fingers were firm, with strong force, giving her no chance to avoid.
His breath brushed her cheeks, lips colliding.
The venue was filled with excited discussions and screams, but she was already too occupied to care.
She felt the world spinning, a small face suddenly flushing red, her body softening as if unable to stand. She wanted to push him away, but her hands were pulled in by him, weakly clinging to his back, embraced in the most beautiful couple pose on the stage. In that mont, the whole world ceased to exist, her eyes only seeing his deep eyes, so profound, as if they would absorb her...
She didn’t know when the kiss ended. When he released her, she faltered a bit to steady herself, her clear eyes staring at him.
This man, how could he be so outrageous?!
He kissed her without her consent! And in front of so many people!
Su Xingyu’s hand itched again, wanting to slap him hard like that night in the shadows of the villa corridor. But in front of so many people, she ultimately cared for his reputation or perhaps for another reason—anyway, this ti the slap never landed.
She awkwardly lifted the hem of her dress, turned around, and fled in panic.
He stood where he was, body like a tall spear, his eyes deep as he watched her stumble down from the stage, without pursuing.
His usually grim lips unknowingly curved into a slight smile, not hitting him, that’s a good thing, isn’t it?
Below the stage, dressed in a suit, Zhuang Heng stared at the stage dumbfounded, speechless in shock. No, it’s impossible, she didn’t believe it! How could Su Xingyu’s face beco so beautiful? What about those ugly old scars burned from the fire on her face?! When were they healed?! How could the scars on Su Xingyu’s face be treated?!
It was Zhuang Heng who set the fire, she knew better than anyone how severe the injuries on Su Xingyu’s face were.
This ti four years after Su Xingyu returned to China, Zhuang Heng specifically consulted the most authoritative doctors in costic and dermatology fields. All the doctors stated, the injuries on Su Xingyu’s face were absolutely impossible to treat!
So Zhuang Heng confidently forced her to take off the veil!
Unexpectedly... this was the result.
"How could... how could..." she murmured to herself, slumped into her seat, lost and disheartened.
The lights at the press conference brightened, since Lu Shifeng had completed his confession to Su Xingyu, that exquisite and beautiful cara was handed to Su Xingyu, then today’s carefully planned event could end. Many people around Zhuang Heng turned to look at her, and as they looked, they mocked and discussed, "It really is Zhuang Heng, is she crazy to cause trouble for Su Xingyu?"
"Really, not looking at her current state, still thinks she’s that Zhuang Family’s big lady."
"The Zhuang Family has fallen, what does she have to fight Su Xingyu?"
"Honestly, Su Xingyu is younger than her, prettier than her, and was the original wife of Lu Shifeng, their relationship is good, Zhuang Heng really can’t compete..."
The discussions were ear-piercing.
Unable to bear it any longer, Zhuang Heng grabbed her bag and rushed out of the crowd.
She staggered, leaving the hall, not noticing that she brushed past soone—
It was a young man, dressed in a white shirt, thin and clean appearance, leaning by the door, coldly watching everything happen inside, a face almost bloodlessly pale, yet his features almost identical to Su Xingyu!
Reviews
All reviews (0)