Arrested for impersonating a powerful figure's girlfriend, but forced into a formal relationshi

The sky was a clear, deep blue with not a cloud in sight, and the warm, gentle sunlight slanted down.

The lawn was packed with guests, with every seat filled.

Everything is ready.

The host took the stage and raised the microphone.

The next second, clear and melodious piano music resounded throughout the entire venue.

Everyone's ears were instantly drawn to it, and their eyes instinctively focused on it.

A girl in a misty blue dress sat gracefully and calmly at the piano, her fingertips lightly moving across the keys.

The musical notes poured from the girl's fingertips, seemingly imbued with life, striking straight to the heart.

But it was only for a moment.

The music, like a pair of gentle yet powerful hands, drew everyone's gaze to the end of the passageway.

The bride, arm in arm with her father, walked in to the rhythm of the music, her white veil trailing on the petals, her skirt swaying gently in the wind.

The long, gentle piano music, carrying a romantic atmosphere, spread throughout, deeply drawing everyone into this warm and beautiful wedding.

The father's steps were steady, and the bride's eyes were slightly red.

Everyone watched quietly as the two people walked the path strewn with flower petals, step by step.

Upon arriving at the altar, the father stopped and placed the bride's hand in the groom's.

He didn't say anything, but patted the groom on the shoulder, his eyes reddening.

The music softened, becoming as gentle as a whisper, as if speaking for those who are not good with words.

As the wedding ceremony progressed, the rhythm of the piano music changed.

No one was consciously listening to the music, but everyone's emotions were drawn together by the melody, laughing, crying, and being moved along with the newlyweds.

The music gradually faded away only after the newlyweds left hand in hand.

As the last note faded into the air, the entire venue fell silent.

All eyes were on the girl next to the piano.

Immediately afterwards, enthusiastic applause swept in.

In the crowd, Wenya suddenly came to her senses.

Looking at her own hands, she realized that... she was clapping too.

She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't deny it either.

In that brief moment, she forgot her obsession and her calculations, and was simply led by the music into the wedding and into that happiness.

Wenya's face gradually turned pale.

She knew she had lost.

She didn't lose because of her piano skills, but because... her opponent's playing contained something she lacked.

Neither humble nor arrogant, neither deliberately pandering nor cowardly retreating, neither vying for the limelight nor deliberately concealing one's own brilliance.

The other party won over everyone present, including her, in the time it took to hold a wedding.

The applause was still ringing out, coming from all directions.

Yunmiao calmly rose from the piano and bowed slightly.

Just as she was about to step off the stage, she saw a familiar figure in the crowd with a strong presence.

For some reason, her eyes suddenly felt hot.

Sheng Yinian lifted his foot, walked through the bustling crowd, and slowly approached her.

Yun Miao didn't move, standing still, watching him approach her step by step.

All eyes were on the two of them.

Sheng Yinian stepped onto the stairs and stood in front of her, blocking all the scrutinizing gazes from behind.

Yunmiao looked up at him for a long while.

"Sheng Yinian, you're a little late."

She pouted, her eyes, slightly moist, reflecting his image.

"Yes, it was my fault."

Sheng Yinian took her hand and held it in his palm, his deep eyes fixed on her.

"My little friend, you were so brave today."

Tears instantly streamed down Yunmiao's face.

Sheng Yinian reached out to help her wipe it, but she turned her head away to avoid it.

She hastily wiped away her tears and pulled him off the stage.

"There's Eight Treasure Duck at the banquet today, and I want to be number one."

Sheng Yinian smiled helplessly.

He took her hand in return and led her off the field.

As they walked a little further away, a buzz of discussion arose.

"That's... Sheng Yinian? He personally went up on stage to greet him?"

"Of course, that's his girlfriend."

"By the way, what's her name?"

"It seems to be called... Yunmiao."

"Her name is quite nice too. Did you hear her playing the piano just now?"

"I heard that, and it gave me goosebumps."

"I really didn't expect that she could not only play, but also play so well and so steadily in such a situation."

"That's right, I have to say Yun Miao is quite something."

"How could Sheng Yinian's judgment be bad?"

"Let's not discuss that now. Why are they in such a hurry to leave? What are they going to do?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we'll find a secluded spot to kiss, hug, and lift each other up high."

The chatter subsided only when the two figures disappeared from sight.

But everyone knew in their hearts that the girl in the misty blue dress had a name of her own in the Beijing social circle from this day forward.

The crowd gradually dispersed from the lawn.

Old Master Sheng slowly stood up and looked coldly at Old Master Wen beside him.

"Your granddaughter should go back to where she came from."

"This..." Old Master Wen was very reluctant.

"Wen Ya went to great lengths to get into the symphony orchestra. If we were to send her back to Ningcheng and give up everything here, it would be like taking her life..."

"Within three days," Old Master Sheng interrupted him, "Don't wait for me to take action."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Yunmiao was led by Sheng Yinian's hand all the way through the lobby and into a quiet corridor.

After walking for a while, she realized something was wrong.

Looking back, the banquet hall seemed to be behind me, getting farther and farther away.

"Sheng Yunian, where is the banquet hall...?"

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was grabbed by a force, and she was pulled into a half-open door.

VIP lounge.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Before Yunmiao could react, her back was already pressed against the wall.

Sheng Yinian placed his hand behind her head, and with his other hand he held her slender waist, and kissed her deeply.

Yunmiao's breath caught in her throat from his kiss, but she couldn't pull away, so she could only turn her head slightly.

"It's a promise... um... I'm going to be number one..."

Sheng Yinian pressed down on the back of her restless head and kissed her again.

He gently stroked behind her ear with his fingertips, letting out a low, husky murmur.

You will be number one.

……

When the two appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, the corridor was already full of people from the Huo and Wen families.

Upon seeing the two approaching, the group quickly stepped forward, their faces beaming with smiles.

Polite and warm, yet with a hint of caution.

Sheng Yinian's willingness to stay for dinner was a pleasant surprise for them, especially after what happened at the wedding.

Huo Chengqian's father was the first to come forward, his gaze falling on Yun Miao.

"Miss Yun, on behalf of Wen Ya..."

Before he could even finish speaking, a slightly cold gaze swept over him.

Mr. Huo's words stuck in his throat.

He sensed a hint of impatience in Sheng Yinian's gaze.

It's clear that he doesn't want what just happened to affect Miss Yun's mood anymore.

So he swallowed the rest of his words and changed his tone, saying, "Miss Yun, Yu Nian, please come inside and sit down."

The main table is at the far end and is currently empty.

A crystal chandelier hangs above the table, illuminating the dishes.

Everyone gathered around the table, waiting for Sheng Yinian to sit down first.

Sheng Yinian ignored everyone.

He gently pulled out a chair for Yunmiao, took her hand, and led her to sit down. He then gently brushed the hair that had fallen over her shoulders behind her back.

Then he bent down and straightened her skirt to make her more comfortable.

Yunmiao pursed her lips.

Oh, so she really is number one.

Sheng Yinian made sure she was settled before sitting down next to her.

Upon seeing this, everyone quickly smiled apologetically and took their seats.

Seeing his attitude towards the young girl, I couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear for what would have happened at the wedding.

Sheng Yinian raised his hand, spun the turntable, and brought the plate of Eight Treasure Duck to Yun Miao.

"Eat." His voice was very soft, as if he were only saying it to her.

Yun Miao didn't stand on ceremony, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth.

After chewing a couple of times, her eyes lit up.

"tasty."

Sheng Yinian smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and placed another piece on her plate.

The people at the table finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up their chopsticks to eat.

But no one touched that plate of eight-treasure duck from beginning to end.