Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 96: How much must one love something to be able to remember it so fondly?
The Golden Tripod Award selection process concluded at 5 PM.

It became a trending topic within an hour, sparking widespread discussion.

The official video of the top five winners has been released, and one of them has already received over a million likes.

In the video, the girl is wearing a scarlet dress that reaches her chest, with two blue shawls wrapped around her wrists and her hair styled in a high bun. Her beautiful figure, adorned in red, dives into the water and dances gracefully in the shimmering light and shadow.

The guzheng melody flowed lightly, and every movement was precisely timed.

Fancy waist movements, long sleeve swings, bare feet with bells, flowing clothes, the dance is light yet powerful.

The stage lights tilted and reflected into the water, forming a beam of light.

Red suits her best.

Shattered shadows turn to gold, and the flames blaze brightly.

It is so beautiful that words fail to describe its breathtaking beauty.

#Shen Guining's Dance Leads to Godhood#
[Living Dunhuang murals!]

[She perfectly embodied the spirit of a graceful swan and a swimming dragon!]

[I'm not very cultured, so all I can say is "Holy crap, awesome!"]

[How can her waist be so flexible? She can do a 360-degree backflip in the water! That's amazing!]

Now I finally understand why ancient emperors loved having princesses from the Naxi region in their harems. Who wouldn't be tempted? They were completely captivated!

She's so beautiful; if she entered the entertainment industry, she'd be a sensation.

[They'll soon be with the National Classical Dance Company; what's the entertainment industry compared to that?]

……

Shen Guining didn't have time to read the online comments. After the competition, she was surrounded by a group of media for interviews and barely managed to escape.

The driver was waiting for her in the parking lot.

The Maybach was conspicuous, and Shen Guining went over and opened the back door.

A large bouquet of vibrant champagne roses comes into view, with layers upon layers of petals, full and plump, and glistening water droplets hanging on the stems and leaves.

The driver smiled and said, "Mr. Qu prepared this for you in advance."

Shen Guining smiled, got into the car, and couldn't wait to take out her phone to send a message to Qu Yanci to share the news.

He's probably busy and doesn't have time to reply.
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The top floor of the group's building was quiet, shrouded in a cold, oppressive atmosphere.

A refined figure sat at a dark-colored desk, a lit cigar between his fingers, sparks flying, half-burnt ash lying on the table.

The fluorescent light on the computer screen outlined a deep facial contour, with hard brow bones, a taut jaw, and unfathomable eyes whose emotions were hard to discern.

The opened interface showed a video, and every frame of it was extremely glaring.

Qu Yanci raised his hand, took a deep drag on his cigar, the nicotine filling his throat with a rich, spicy flavor, and exhaled smoke from his thin lips.

That was a Shen Guining he had never seen before, innocent and naive in matters of the heart, pure and radiant, like a rose blooming freely.

She smiled radiantly in another man's arms, tiptoed to kiss his cheek, and they strolled hand in hand and embraced on the beach.

Even that pearl bracelet was put on her by her ex-boyfriend.

Qu Yanci clearly remembered that when she barged into his room on the yacht, she said that the bracelet was very important to her.

How much must one love someone to be so attached to them? Even after breaking up, they can't bear to let go.

I know I shouldn't care about her past.

But he just couldn't control himself; he was so bothered by it that he went crazy.

The cigar burned out and was discarded in the ashtray.

His eyelids were lowered, his back was leaning against the leather chair, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging and twisted.

His phone vibrated several times, but he ignored it.

Just as it was time to leave work, Han Yi knocked on the door and came in to remind him, "Mr. Qu, you have a dinner appointment tonight, you should leave now..."

Qu Yanci's expression was indifferent. "Rejected."

Han Yi hesitated for two seconds, not daring to ask why, and simply did as instructed, "...Okay."

The atmosphere around me felt cold and aloof.

It is frightening.

Qu Yanci spoke again, "Have you found the email sending address?" Han Yi reacted quickly and reported, "The IP shows it's in an internet cafe. We've already sent someone to check the surveillance footage, but it will take some time to investigate."

Qu Yanci raised his hand, gesturing for him to leave.

Han Yi silently turned and left.
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That evening, Su Yuchen organized a gathering at a bar, inviting his friends to drink together.

This upscale venue is vastly different from ordinary bars. The orchestral music is soothing and gentle, and the crystal chandeliers in the atrium cascade down like a waterfall.

The liquid in the glass shimmered.

With long, well-defined fingers, Qu Yanci gently swirled the glass by the handle, brought the rim to his lips, tilted his head back, took a sip, swallowed the red wine, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

His arrival surprised everyone.

Su Yuchen asked, "Brother Ci, didn't you say you had something to do and wouldn't be coming?"

"Rejected." Qu Yanci's voice was indifferent, his interest waning.

He has always been aloof and indifferent, making it difficult for others to perceive his emotions.

Su Yuchen chuckled, "So I have that much influence."

Qu Yanci drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

During a casual conversation, someone asked, "Ah Chen, how are things going with Jin Yuhan? Haven't you made up yet?"

Su Yuchen frowned unhappily, "Don't bring up things you shouldn't talk about."

His friends mocked him, "You've actually come to this? What do you call that? What goes around comes around..."

"Spin it around like crazy!" someone nearby chimed in, perfectly in sync.

A group of people laughed so hard they were doubled over, but Qu Yanci remained unfazed.

Su Yuchen regretted inviting them over for drinks; they were all a bunch of gloating guys.

"Alright, alright, stop laughing. What's wrong? Do you want some advice, bro?"

"What else could it be? Miss Jin's ex-boyfriend came back to ask for reconciliation. I heard they were each other's first love."

"They say first love is the most unforgettable, the weight of the white moonlight, you may never forget it for a lifetime, why don't you give up as soon as possible?"

Qu Yanci tightened his grip on the cup, the veins under his skin bulging.

First love, you can never forget it, right?
At ten o'clock, Shen Guining called.

He retrieved his phone and went to the balcony to answer it.

He had drunk half a bottle of red wine, and a hint of drunkenness appeared in his eyes. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, resting on his brow bone, and were ruffled by the wind.

Qu Yanci tugged at his collar to cool it down, and pressed the answer button with his other hand.

In the quiet night, Shen Guining's gentle voice came, "Are you still busy so late? Are you coming home tonight?"

She has a naturally soft voice, which sounds like she's being coquettish.

"Come back," Qu Yanci replied in a low voice.

Shen Guining realized, "You've been drinking?"

He murmured "Mmm".

"Did you drink a lot?"

"Fortunately."

"Remember to take some hangover medicine if you feel unwell." Shen Guining yawned sleepily, her voice languid. "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep now, I won't wait for you."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Qu Yanci returned to the courtyard, grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and draped it over his arm. "Let's go first."

"It's still early, are you leaving already?"

Su Yuchen, who was quite drunk, interjected, "What do you know? Brother Ci is a man with a nightlife."

Who would leave their beautiful wife at home to drink here?

Qu Yanci left the bar and got straight into his car.

He tossed his coat aside, reached into the car refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and took two gulps.

It's icy cold, washing away the bitterness in your mouth.

The driver stepped on the gas and drove away. In the rearview mirror, Mr. Qu raised his hand to press his temple, rested his elbow on the armrest, and closed his eyes for a short rest.