Desire! This Romance Is Overflowing with Ambiguous Atmosphere! So Sweet! - Chapter 3

Thud.

The sharp sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed abruptly.

The moment Wen Shiwu heard Yu Zheng address her as “Teacher Wen,” she panicked, immediately releasing her grip and stumbling out of his embrace.

Yu Zheng leisurely raised an eyebrow.

He watched as Wen Shiwu clutched her camera tightly, flustered as she backed away step by step. “N-No, that’s not it!”

He lowered his gaze to meet hers. In the dim light, her eyes, still strikingly clear and beautiful even in her panic, locked with his.

Wen Shiwu declared firmly, “You must have mistaken me for someone else!”

Ah!

Wahhh QAQ!

So embarrassing, this is just too embarrassing!

How could Wen Shiwu, with her well-maintained reputation, have her first meeting with her idol turn into such a mortifying scene?!

She absolutely refused to acknowledge her identity.

Turning her gaze toward the exit of the emergency stairwell, she noticed that the security guards’ voices seemed to have faded away outside.

“Anyway…” Wen Shiwu lifted the hem of her dress and took small steps backward. “Thank you so much for helping me today, Teacher Yu. I’ll be going now!”

“Goodbye, ahhh!”

With those words, Wen Shiwu turned and dashed off.

Yu Zheng seemed taken aback by her extreme reaction. When he looked up, he caught sight of the figure in the elegant gown hoisting up the heavy, voluminous skirt and breaking into a determined sprint.

He stood frozen for a few seconds.

Looking down at the high heel he still held, the one he hadn’t had a chance to return, he let out a breath that was almost a laugh.

But some things had to be returned to their rightful owner.

Yu Zheng lifted his eyes toward her retreating figure and strode forward, intending to catch up and return the shoe.

Just as he was about to step out of the emergency stairwell, a furious roar echoed: “Wen Shiwu!!!”

Yu Zheng’s footsteps halted.

Lin Yixian stormed over in her high heels: “Are you Pikachu’s little sister, ‘Itchy’? Weren’t you boasting about not getting caught? Getting chased by security… classic Wen Shiwu move!”

“Wahhh, Sister Xian!” Wen Shiwu rushed toward her as if seeing a lifeline. Before the other could fully unleash her scolding, she buried herself in Lin Yixian’s arms, whining pitifully. “My feet hurt so much, wahhh! Sister Xian…”

Lin Yixian was so furious she felt like steam was about to pour out of her ears.

On her way over, she had rehearsed countless ways to berate Wen Shiwu in her mind. But before she could unleash any of them, she was met with Wen Shiwu’s pitiful, tearful voice.

Lin Yixian: “What happened to you?!”

Wen Shiwu: “I lost a high heel while running…”

Lin Yixian: “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused? What if the security guards had actually caught you?!”

Wen Shiwu: “I twisted my ankle… It hurts, QAQ.”

Lin Yixian stared into Wen Shiwu’s clear, deer-like eyes and found her anger dissipating despite herself.

“You really are-”

Wen Shiwu: “Whimper.”

“Fine.” Lin Yixian took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. “Can you still walk?”

Wen Shiwu blinked her teary eyes and nodded.

Without another word, Lin Yixian reached out to support Wen Shiwu as they headed toward the dressing room. “Don’t you know you’ve got the ‘Princess and the Pea’ syndrome? Will you still be able to go on stage to accept your award later? If not, I’ll talk to the staff.”

“It’s fine,” Wen Shiwu lifted her face, the tears in her eyes already replaced by a bright smile. “My fans have been waiting for so long. They’d worry if they didn’t see me on stage. I’ll just trouble the best, most amazing Sister Xian in the universe to find me another pair of heels!”

Lin Yixian: “…”

“Damn it, she really couldn’t handle this woman’s coquettishness, even though she knew full well it was an act.”

And so, the troublemaking starlet didn’t get a scolding; instead, a few sweet words were enough to soften her agent’s heart. Arm in arm, the two gradually walked away.

Yu Zheng didn’t chase after them, changing his mind at the last moment.

He leaned lazily against the dimly lit emergency exit, bowing his head to light a cigarette. Smoke curled around his long lashes, the crimson ember of the cigarette flickering before his eyes.

Soon.

The faint voice of the host echoed from the stage: “The award for the Most Popular Actress of the Year goes to…”

“Let’s congratulate Wen Shiwu!”

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Yu Zheng lowered his head and pulled out his phone to watch the live stream, seeing the stage lights fully illuminate Wen Shiwu.

Her eyes were like the clearest spring water.

The corners of her eyes slightly upturned, her under-eye crescents plump, and her naturally long, fairy-like lashes could captivate with just a blink, utterly lively, yet subtly enchanting.

“Hello, everyone.”

The camera deliberately zoomed in on her two iconic little dimples: “I’m actress Wen Shiwu.”

Wen Shiwu…

Yu Zheng stared at her face, lost in thought, until cigarette ash suddenly fell onto his slender, pale fingers.

The burn made his hand tremble, and his shaking fingers accidentally turned off the phone screen. Still, he could faintly hear Wen Shiwu’s acceptance speech from the stage.

“Tch.”

He pinched out the cigarette with his fingertips, ultimately deciding not to return the high heel. He turned and walked away without looking back.

…

Wen Shiwu didn’t sleep well that night.

In her dream, she was fleeing through a palace in a princess dress. The golden spiral staircase seemed endless as she stumbled along, clutching her skirt and wearing crystal shoes.

Suddenly, a bright light descended.

Wen Shiwu thought she had finally found her knight in shining armor, but when she looked up, a ferocious dragon with a gaping maw lunged at her: “Roar!”

“Ahhhh ε＝ε＝ε＝(#＞д＜)!!”

Wen Shiwu jolted awake from the nightmare, her damp eyes still vacant and panicked from the fright.

The image of the dragon’s strikingly handsome face kept swirling in her mind, along with his accusatory questions in the dream:

“You like me?”

“If you’re not a girlfriend fan, why do you call me ‘hubby’?”

“Hah, so every handsome guy is your hubby? How many other hubbies do you have behind my back?”

Wen Shiwu: “…”

Fine, I won’t call you that anymore, okay? I’ll never call you that again!

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Wen Shiwu tried to shake the dragon’s image from her mind. But just then, a sharp roar came from downstairs:

“Wen! Shi! Wu!!!”

“Look what you did last night! When did you and Yu Zheng start dating behind my back? How come I didn’t know!!!”

Lin Yixian charged upstairs, brandishing a kitchen knife.

Wen Shiwu wasn’t fully awake yet.

Hearing Lin Yixian’s hysterical roar, she thought she was still trapped in her dream, only now, the accuser had transformed from a dragon into a lioness.

“Sister Xian, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Wen Shiwu shivered, clutching her little blanket tightly: “I’m just a career fan and looks fan! Not a girlfriend fan! Who’s dating? Why would I date Yu Zheng?”

“Not dating???”

Lin Yixian threw her phone in front of her: “Then explain this trending topic to me!”

“What trend-”

Wen Shiwu took the phone in a daze, but the moment she opened the trending page, she flung it away as if it were a hot potato: “Holy crap!”

It must have been the wrong way to open it.

Restart and check again.

So, Wen Shiwu immediately lay flat on the spot, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and mentally knocked on a wooden fish for ten seconds.

Knock, knock, knock.

Merit +999,999.

Then she opened her eyes, picked up the phone again, and checked the trending topic, but the result remained unchanged:

#Wen Shiwu and Yu Zheng’s Romance Exposed# [Explosive]