Chapter 150: Reuniting with Wen Yan
The photographer’s shutter clicks were almost continuous.
On the screen, the young man wore an exquisitely crafted moon-white ancient costume. A breeze blew, his side bangs and the hem of his robe fluttered in the wind, looking ethereal.
Paired with his fair and delicate face, every movement captured on camera could become a poster. He was perfect from every angle, looking good no matter how he was photographed.
Several people stood around, all staff members. Wu Weiguang was also among the crowd, a smile playing on his face that he couldn’t quite conceal. A hidden treasure is a hidden treasure, he thought, always able to surprise him.
Good acting, and his appearance suited the role perfectly.
The photographer became more and more excited, showing no sign of stopping. An Qingyan was the one who called a halt. He took a sip of water from his assistant and said to the staff, “Please get the blindfold.”
“Right away!” A staff member quickly brought over a roughly half-meter-long, two-finger-wide white silk blindfold, with a lovely texture.
An Qingyan returned to the backdrop. His fair, slender hands held the blindfold, covering his clear eyes, casually tying a knot behind his head.
In the early stages, Shen Tinghan was blind, his eyes constantly covered with white gauze. Later, during his revenge, he met Lin Xiao, the wolf clan’s leader, who cured him.
As the young man tied on the blindfold, the onlookers once again fixed their gaze on him. The covering of his eyes added a sense of vulnerability and fragility, making his already outstanding face appear even more aloof.
Wow, wow, it’s incredible!
It’s absolutely amazing, the best ever!!
Isn’t this the perfect aloof, sickly beauty?
The photographer started clicking the shutter again.
Every shot was a treasure!
A few minutes later, a commotion suddenly arose in the crowd. An Qingyan, blindfolded, couldn’t see, but he heard someone call out “Mr. Wen,” and Wu Weiguang seemed to be greeting the newcomer.
“I just came to take a look. You can continue with your work; don’t mind me,” a gentle and magnetic male voice cut through the crowd, reaching An Qingyan’s ears. It was familiar yet strange, echoing a memory.
His body stiffened for a moment, then he removed the white blindfold, seeing Wen Yan standing in the crowd.
Wen Yan stood next to Wu Weiguang, wearing an expensive white suit, tall and straight. A gentle smile played on his handsome face, matching his name. His eyes met An Qingyan’s, and he nodded slightly.
It had been several months since the last time he saw Wen Yan. Meeting him again, An Qingyan felt a sense of time passing, no resentment, no hatred, only calmness.
Why was Wen Yan here?
Wu Weiguang beckoned An Qingyan over. After a moment’s pause, he walked over to Wu Weiguang and Wen Yan, politely greeting Director Wu.
“Mr. Wen, this is An Qingyan, the male lead of our drama,” Wu Weiguang introduced Wen Yan to An Qingyan, then said to An Qingyan, “This is Mr. Wen of Shengshi Group, our sponsor.”
“Mr. Wen, hello.”
An Qingyan pretended not to know him, extending his hand to shake Wen Yan’s politely, quickly retracting it. A calm expression was on his handsome face, exuding a sense of distance.
Wen Yan was a famous photographer and the son of the Shengshi Group’s owner, a wealthy second-generation heir. He probably returned to his company after the shoot.
Now Shengshi Group was sponsoring the drama. Was it a coincidence or intentional?
An Qingyan didn’t know.
Wen Yan looked at the young man before him with complex emotions, not as excited as their first encounter. He smiled gently, “This outfit suits you very well. You look great.”
“Thank you.” An Qingyan had a polite and distant smile, nodding slightly, “Director Wu, Mr. Wen, I’ll go take photos now. You two can chat.”
Wu Weiguang nodded, “Mm, go ahead.”
Wen Yan followed him to the photographer. The photographer recognized the famous senior and greeted him immediately. Wen Yan smiled, “You can rest for a while; I’ll take a few shots.”
“Okay, no problem.”
Wen Yan’s photography skills were excellent, and An Qingyan had no reason to refuse the sponsor, so he tied the blindfold again, received a finely crafted prop sword from a staff member, and got back into character.
Wen Yan looked at the young man on the screen, whose movements and expressions were natural, confident, and calm. Although his eyes were covered, he could still see the change in him.
The Lin Qingyan he had dated in his past life was no different from the young man before him, but he was more introverted and insecure, always timid when talking to others, lacking confidence and security.
The An Qingyan standing before him was confident and composed, his movements and expressions not stiff at all. It was an inner radiance, as if an ugly duckling had undergone a transformation, becoming a proud and noble swan.
His appearance hadn’t changed, only his demeanor had. He was more outstanding, exuding charm, and even more captivating.
…
At 2 pm, after the publicity photos were finished, An Qingyan changed out of his costume, removed his makeup, and was about to return to the hotel with his assistant when Wen Yan suddenly came in.
“YanYan, let’s talk.”
The two assistants looked at each other, puzzled. They wondered how their artist knew the heir of Shengshi Group, and why he pretended not to know him earlier.
Mr. Wen’s gaze towards YanYan was a little strange. Was there a story between them?
An Qingyan said to his assistants, “You guys go to the car and wait for me.”
The two looked at each other again and then turned to leave, closing the door behind them. Humans are inherently nosy; they whispered, “What’s going on?”
“Did you see Mr. Wen’s gaze just now? I feel like there’s a story between them.”
“Should we report this to Mr. Lu?”
“Probably…”
There were two single sofas in the makeup room. An Qingyan looked at the hesitant man sitting opposite him, saying indifferently, “Say it. What do you want?”
“YanYan, you’ve changed a lot,” Wen Yan looked at the handsome young man, his eyes gentle yet complex. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice tight, “Congratulations on reuniting with your real family.”
An Qingyan hummed, silent for a moment before saying, “You sponsored this drama because of me?”
Wen Yan nodded, “Yes. I just wanted to be closer to you… I watched that talent show every week. You performed very well, and you were very brave.”
“YanYan, I know I’m sorry. You won’t forgive me, but my feelings for you were genuine. I was foolish before, and I hope you can give me another chance, okay?”
He already sensed that there was no possibility between him and An Qingyan. He was no longer worthy of YanYan, but he still had a glimmer of hope, however small, he had to try.
Since God gave him a second chance, wasn’t it to make up for his mistakes and regrets? In his past life, he had died with regrets…
The handsome man’s expression was moved, his gaze affectionate and gentle. If it were Lin Qingyan from his past life, he might have accepted him again, but not An Qingyan.
It wasn’t a matter of forgiveness. He no longer had feelings for Wen Yan. Someone else had filled that void, leaving no room for anyone else.
Thinking of Gu Fei, a hint of tenderness flashed in the young man’s eyes. When he looked at Wen Yan again, only calmness remained, “Wen Yan, I’ve forgiven you, really.”
“You don’t need to apologize or feel sorry. I’m grateful for your help before, and you gave me warmth and love, but that was in the past life.”
Wen Yan had indeed helped An Qingyan a lot, and he remembered everything. Their first meeting was at a hotel.
An Qingyan was then a penniless, obscure eighteenth-tier artist, unable to make his own decisions, forced by his manager to attend a dinner party – essentially, to accompany a boss.
He had gotten drunk, and the boss tried to take advantage of him. He refused, pushed the boss away, and ran out of the private room, but he was pulled back at the door.
Wen Yan happened to pass by and saved An Qingyan from those wolves, even taking off his coat to cover him…
For a period of time afterward, Wen Yan often took care of and helped him. They naturally got together. Wen Yan was very gentle, but he was gentle with everyone.
“Wen Yan, it’s all in the past.”
An Qingyan felt a sense of relief.
“It’s all in the past…”
Wen Yan murmured softly. He looked at the young man’s gentle eyes, and he wasn’t in them.
His eyes were wet, his heart half-cold. Lin Qingyan’s eyes had only held him in the past. He hadn’t cherished it, and now, even with a second chance, he couldn’t win him back.
Wen Yan said, “YanYan, do you have someone else in your heart?”
An Qingyan nodded without hesitation.
Wen Yan asked, “Gu Fei? Right?”
An Qingyan answered, “Right.”
Wen Yan fell silent.
After a moment, he spoke.
“If it’s him, I’m relieved.” The man smiled, his voice hoarse, his tone complex, “YanYan, he really loves you. I… I can’t compare to him.”
An Qingyan didn’t quite understand what he meant.
How would Wen Yan know…?
“Actually, in the last life, I knew your background. Gu Fei found out, but you were… already gone.”
At these words, An Qingyan’s heart skipped a beat. His hand, resting on the armrest of the sofa, clenched tightly, “What do you know?!”
He had died in his past life, but Wen Yan was still alive, so he knew what happened afterward.
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