Xu Xia turned her face to the side, glanced back, raised her hand, and ended the performance with a beautiful dance pose.
The audience erupted in thunderous applause.
Amidst the sound of whistles, Leng Zirui already leaped onto the stage, presenting the bouquet Ah Ke prepared to her.
"Honey, this is for you."
Goodness, his wife’s live performance—how could he not give her flowers?
"Thank you."
Xu Xia accepted the flowers from his hand.
On stage, she couldn’t exactly ignore him, could she?
Unexpectedly, Leng Zirui took the chance to embrace her along with the flowers in his arms.
"I love the way you sing; I feel like I’m in love!"
His voice was low and pleasant in her ear, and of course, he didn’t dare to use Chinese.
There was a strange emotion in his voice, and Xu Xia’s heart fluttered inexplicably, momentarily forgetting to push him away.
The feeling of being hugged made her think of Leng Zirui instantly.
Of course, two seconds later, she snapped back to reality, realizing the man hugging her wasn’t her Leng Zirui, she immediately stepped back to escape from his embrace.
"At best you have a one-sided love, Mr. ROY!" Xu Xia lowered the microphone in her hand, unceremoniously saying.
Since it was just the two of them on stage, she wasn’t worried about others hearing.
Leng Zirui shrugged with a smile, but Xu Xia had already turned her back to head off stage, where Lan Zi immediately came to hold her arm. With Lan Zi protecting her, Leng Zirui didn’t proactively go on stage again, and instead, leisurely stepped down to where Shangguan Feng had already approached.
"I really admire your design style."
"Mr. ROY knows about art too?" Shangguan Feng inquired.
"Of course!" Leng Zirui smiled wickedly, "My specialty is performance art, for example: how to quickly take someone’s life creating the smallest wound possible..."
Shangguan Feng was taken aback, while Leng Zirui burst into laughter.
Then he raised his hand and lightly poked Shangguan Feng’s chest, "Stay away from her!"
"I don’t understand what you mean, who?" Shangguan Feng queried.
"You understand." Leng Zirui tilted his chin toward Xu Xia who was walking ahead, "That woman, I want her!"
"I think you misunderstand, my interest in Miss Xu is purely admiration, and besides..." Shangguan Feng smiled, "She’s not an object that anyone can just want; it’s her decision in the end. If Mr. ROY likes her, you should respect her."
No other man in this world respects her more than he does!
Leng Zirui nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, "Admiring is fine, but don’t fall for her, otherwise, I might consider making you the subject of my performance art experiment."
Shangguan Feng’s face turned pale.
"Haha!" Lei Wenting laughed, patting Shangguan Feng’s shoulder, "Mr. ROY is just joking, don’t take him seriously, he has a great sense of humor, right?"
"Yes, Mr. ROY certainly has a sense of humor." Shangguan Feng recollected himself, forcing a smile.
Leng Zirui merely spread his hands, neither confirming nor denying.
Lei Wenting led Shangguan Feng into the banquet hall.
Lei Qingqing, wearing high heels, approached Leng Zirui, "Or, I could help you come up with an idea."
"What?" Leng Zirui turned his face to look at her.
"Don’t you want that woman?" Lei Qingqing squinted slightly, looking at Xu Xia, who was just walking up the stairs in the distance. "Tonight, I’m going to give Mr. ROY a surprise, she’s yours!"