Desire! This Romance Is Overflowing with Ambiguous Atmosphere! So Sweet! - Chapter 22

The live stream audience burst into laughter instantly.

“Hahahaha watching our girl grow up through her dramas, it’s like saying our girl is really old.”

“Our baby is only 22 this year, just graduated from university, she’s only been in the industry for 17 years.”

“I really love seeing beauties compliment each other! Baby Shiwu is still so cute and polite. She doesn’t care about Xia Zhuozhuo’s scandalous reputation at all and took the initiative to greet her!”

“For our girl’s sake, I won’t curse at her, but she better not be trying to ride on our girl’s popularity!”

Wen Shiwu felt both flustered and honored by Xia Zhuozhuo’s enthusiasm.

Though she had indeed heard similar comments frequently over the years, making her both resigned and accustomed to them.

She curved her eyes into smiling crescents at Xia Zhuozhuo.

Xia Zhuozhuo clutched her chest, immediately putting on an expression of being utterly charmed, as if she suddenly felt this trip was completely worth it.

Just then, another commotion arose not far away.

A staff member responsible for the banquet couldn’t contain their excitement and exclaimed: “God Yu is here!”

The cameras almost instantly swiveled in that direction.

Remembering what her fan circle sisters had just sent her, Wen Shiwu’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She instinctively turned her gaze toward Yu Zheng.

There, against the orange-pink afterglow where sea met sky, a tall figure approached with lazy indifference.

Tonight’s Yu Zheng had completely broken from his usual style.

He wore his colors in reverse.

Over a sharply tailored white tailcoat adorned with bead-embellished notched lapels and a diamond brooch on the chest that epitomized nobility and elegance.

But beneath was a deep-necked black satin shirt, with a silver necklace hanging casually down, his collarbone shadows deep, exuding a subtle sensuality amidst cool tones.

As Yu Zheng made his entrance.

The live stream audience went even wilder, frantically screenshotting his striking features made even more exquisite by the formalwear.

Yet he appeared languid.

Seemingly indifferent to all the admiration, he merely lifted his eyelids and tilted his head to look at Wen Shiwu.

Wen Shiwu’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Caught off guard, she was drawn into Yu Zheng’s intense peach-blossom eyes, as if falling into a trap he had long set.

Her racing heartbeat was beyond control.

Remembering the details Ying Tao had analyzed for her, Wen Shiwu flusteredly averted her gaze.

Perhaps sensing her evasion,  Yu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

With cool nonchalance, he slipped one hand into his pocket and walked over, directly taking a seat beside Wen Shiwu.

Leaning back lazily and freely.

Then tilting his head: “Good evening, Teacher Wen.”

The live stream audience had lost count of how many times they’d gone crazy. Just from the earlier half-day recording, “Seize the Day” CP fans had already found countless sweet moments in their interactions.

And now another iconic scene was added!

Even Xia Zhuozhuo covered her chest beside them: “Ahhh so sweet! So shippable, so shippable!”

Fu Yuji cast a indifferent sidelong glance at her.

Then, snorted dismissively.

Xia Zhuozhuo immediately turned back annoyed, widening her eyes to glare at him extremely displeased.

The two displayed their opposing stances to the extreme.

Only Wen Shiwu was at a loss.

Hiding her hands under the table, she nervously twisted the tablecloth, lowering her eyes, not daring to meet Yu Zheng’s gaze.

Meanwhile, Yu Zheng looked at her openly and intensely.

Even casually complimenting: “Teacher Wen looks especially beautiful tonight.”

The live stream audience,

“Ahhhhhhh Yu Zheng you brat!”

“He only had eyes for her in the crowd the moment he arrived! He took the initiative to sit beside her and openly stared while complimenting her!”

“I’ve shipped countless couples and never been wrong before! The way Yu Zheng looks at Wen Shiwu is definitely not innocent!”

“I seriously suspect Wen Shiwu is the Dimple Girl. Otherwise, why would Yu Zheng, who’s been pining for his white moonlight for ten years, join a dating show just to pamper his fans?”

“Although I’ve come to like Wen Shiwu too, as a fan of Yu Zheng, my heart aches. Let’s just enjoy their mutual fan relationship, can we please not ship them romantically? I’m begging you QAQ.”

Although the gossip and public opinion had completely reversed, Yu Zheng’s fangirls no longer left negative comments about Wen Shiwu, and there were no more remarks about her being clingy, forcibly seeking attention, or a sasaeng fan, Most still couldn’t quite accept the idea of a romantic relationship.

Many of Yu Zheng’s fans who shipped the “Seize the Day” CP only did so casually, sticking to the dynamic of mutual admiration between the two.

Wen Shiwu felt a bit nervous under Yu Zheng’s praise.

She blinked her deer-like eyes in confusion, recalling what Yu Zheng had previously explained to her. Ultimately, she decided that avoiding the issue wasn’t the best approach. Taking a deep breath, she chose to be open and generous, not holding back her admiration and praise.

With a sweet smile, her beautiful eyes curving, she said, “Well, I suppose Yu Zheng is still the more handsome one.”

The live stream audience erupted into fangirl screams once again.

Another moment of mutual affection!

If this isn’t mutual affection, then what is?!

Yu Zheng seemed quite pleased with her response. He lifted the corner of his lips in an unrestrained, confident smirk, his jawline tilting up with a hint of defiance. Beneath his thick lashes, his peach-blossom eyes held a clear smile.

Xia Zhuozhuo, sitting nearby, was practically vibrating with the urge to squeal in excitement.

Fu Yuji sat upright and proper. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Xia Zhuozhuo swaying and tilting unsteadily. To make matters worse, she was wearing a strapless dress that evening, and glimpses of her décolletage kept catching his eye.

He finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Xia Zhuozhuo.”

“What?” Xia Zhuozhuo, fully immersed in her fangirling high, glared back irritably at being interrupted.

Fu Yuji’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. “Can you sit properly?”

His tone was hard to read, whether it was impatience or something else, but it excited Xia Zhuozhuo’s anti-fans, who immediately claimed they’d found evidence of Fu Yuji’s dislike for her.

Xia Zhuozhuo was about to retort, but noticing Fu Yuji’s gaze, she quickly covered her chest with her hand. “…Pervert.”

Wen Shiwu didn’t notice their exchange.

At that moment, she was secretly pulling a postcard from her small handbag, asking Yu Zheng to sign it for her.

Yu Zheng took the postcard and examined it.

It featured a photo from his third-anniversary concert, a half-body shot of his profile. One hand was tucked in his pocket, while the other lazily gripped the top of the standing microphone. His neck was slightly bent, lips partly pressed against the mic, and his eyelashes were lowered.

The photo had clearly been professionally edited.

The adjusted color tones made his facial features appear even more defined, his lips redder, and his complexion paler and cooler.

Behind him, the stage lights shimmered like fireflies.

The atmosphere was perfectly captured.

Even Yu Zheng didn’t realize he had such a photo. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled. “You collected this?”

A flicker of guilt flashed in Wen Shiwu’s eyes.

She had actually taken this photo herself, bundled up in layers to remain incognito. She had attended that concert and later posted the edited version on Weibo,

Using her alternate account, “Gathering Blossoms at Dusk.”

But of course, Wen Shiwu couldn’t admit that. As she rummaged in her bag for a pen, she simply hummed in agreement.

But I never expected Yu Zheng to have brought his own pen.

After pulling off the cap, he twirled it idly between his fingers and asked, “What do you want me to write on it?”