Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

The last note fell.

The piano keys stopped vibrating.

That kind of passionate and tragic atmosphere, powerful enough to tear eardrums, abruptly ended.

The auditorium was eerily quiet.

There was no breathing sound.

There was no whispering.

Even the buzzing sound from the air conditioner vents seemed particularly jarring at that moment.

The venue, which can hold thousands of people, is like a wax museum that has been put on pause.

Everyone was still caught up in the auditory storm of war, ruins, and rebirth, their minds still unsettled.

on the stage.

Zhang Yan slowly withdrew his hands.

Sweat trickled down his temples, dripping onto the black and white piano keys, shattering into tiny water droplets.

He didn't look at the audience below the stage.

He didn't even glance at Zhao Yu, whose face was ashen, standing to the side of the screen.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the blinding spotlight and straight down to the first row of the audience.

There was a person sitting there.

A woman who had been calming him down since just now.

Eyes facing each other.

Through the dim light, at a distance of more than ten meters.

Zhang Yan saw those fox-like eyes.

The icy demeanor that once kept people at a distance has now completely melted away.

Instead, a ball of fire took its place.

A ball of fire that wanted to devour him whole, skin and bones.

Snapped.

A crisp sound broke the silence.

Nie Qingcheng stood up.

Under the gaze of thousands of blank eyes, the head of Jinghai City's top conglomerate, like a fanatical believer, was the first to stand up.

She didn't laugh.

Her red lips were pressed tightly together, and her chin was slightly raised.

That face, which was utterly devastating to the country, was etched with undisguised pride and possessiveness.

That was her man.

It was a treasure she had found.

*Slap.* *Slap.* *Slap.*

The applause was monotonous, yet extremely rhythmic.

Each sound seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.

next second.

boom--!

The dome of the auditorium seemed to have been lifted off the ground.

Thunderous applause, mixed with screams and roars, flooded the entire space like a burst dam.

"Awesome!!!"

"This guy must be a god!"

"I got goosebumps! Is this really a new life?!"

In the back row, several elderly professors from the music academy jumped up as if they had been electrocuted.

The dean was so excited that he grabbed his glasses, his finger pointing at the stage trembled wildly, and his lips quivered, but he was drowned out by the huge wave of sound. All that could be seen was him shouting words like "genius" and "master".

in the corner.

Wang Hao stood on the chair, waving his coat, his voice hoarse from shouting.

Su Wanqing covered her mouth, her eyes red-rimmed, looking at the radiant figure on the stage, her eyes filled with tiny starlight.

And all this.

Zhang Yan turned a deaf ear.

He stood up and buttoned his suit jacket with one hand.

The movements were elegant and composed.

Then, he made a gesture that instantly silenced the entire room.

He did not take his final bow.

There was no bowing.

Instead, he turned around, took long strides, and walked towards the steps at the edge of the stage.

He wants to step down.

It's not going back to the backend.

Instead, they went to the audience seats.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to his every step.

step.

Two steps.

The leather shoes made a dull thud on the red carpet.

He passed by Zhao Yu, who was already slumped in a chair, his face filled with despair.

They didn't even glance at me out of the corner of their eye.

It was as if it were just a wisp of insignificant air.

He walked past the school leaders and professors who were trying to shake his hand with fervent expressions.

Without stopping, he merely nodded slightly and stepped aside.

His goal was very clear.

It was so clear it bordered on obsessive.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Zhang Yan walked to the first row.

stop.

He stood in front of Nie Qingcheng.

An eerie silence fell over the entire room once again.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on these two people whose powerful auras seemed completely out of place.

One is a mysterious newcomer who has just captivated the entire audience with his piano playing.

One is a stunningly beautiful female CEO with an influential background and unparalleled beauty in Beijing.

Nie Qingcheng looked at Zhang Yan, who was so close to her.

He still carried the heat of the stage, and the aggressive hormones that came with having just unleashed his talent.

"You played well."

Nie Qingcheng spoke.

The sound was soft; only the two of them could hear it.

His tone was languidly hoarse, and there was a hint of reward that only Zhang Yan could understand.

Zhang Yan looked at her.

Looking at her chest, which was rising and falling slightly with excitement.

Looking at the captivating beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

He laughed suddenly.

It was an extremely relaxed smile, even tinged with a hint of indulgence.

It was nothing like the expression a poor student should have when facing a billionaire CEO.

My hands are sore.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hands and offered them to her.

Palms facing upwards.

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles.

These hands have just created a miracle.

Nie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

That little rascal.

How could you act cute and affectionate with her in front of thousands of people?

Or are they asking for a reward?

She glanced at the onlookers around her, their eyes wide as if they were looking at an alien.

A playful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

Row.

You're going crazy.

I'll go crazy with you, sister.

Nie Qingcheng reached out her hand.

The hand adorned with a pink diamond ring worth millions gently rested on Zhang Yan's palm.

then.

In front of the entire school, in front of various media outlets, and in front of Zhao Yu, who was still in shock.

She took his hand.

Their fingers are intertwined.

Tightly.

"Walk."

Nie Qingcheng parted her red lips slightly, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Let's go home and I'll give you a massage."