Chapter 120: Delivering Gifts Once Again

But she didn’t pay much attention to it either; she got out of the car empty-handed, while Wen Jingxing followed with two bags in hand.

Cheng Mu, as usual, drove Wen Jingxing’s car to park in the nearby lot.

This time, Jiang Mingzhao didn’t follow them. Instead, he sneakily slipped into the production team’s group.

No matter how much he disliked Shen Yue, he still had to complete his tasks for the variety show, didn’t he?

During this process, he saw two people dressed exactly like him, which made Jiang Mingzhao excited—wasn’t this fate?

With the intention of making friends, Jiang Mingzhao went over to strike up a conversation.

But to his dismay, the other party knew nothing at all. Even though Jiang Mingzhao wasn’t officially on the staff, he was at least a guest, so he knew something about the work. Yet, when he asked these two about filming, they didn’t know; about props, they didn’t know; about the schedule, they didn’t know.

In the end, Jiang Mingzhao came to a conclusion: this man and woman, one old and one young, were both fools!

Little did he know that his unintentional actions had nearly frightened Song Zijiang and Song Xin, who had sneaked into the group, half to death.

They thought they had been discovered just as they came in. But the other side kept asking irrelevant questions, which irritated Song Zijiang so much that he answered every question with “I don’t know.”

In the end, both father and daughter also came to a conclusion: the other party... was a fool!

At the entrance of the glass villa, the doorman, seeing that it was the “Let’s Fall in Love” crew, didn’t stop them and even let the staff in as well.

The reason was simple: today, the venue had been reserved by Li Weiwei.

So as long as nothing inside the villa was damaged, she could do whatever she wished.

Inside, attendants were waiting to serve each guest one-on-one, leading them to their respective dressing rooms.

As they were about to separate, Jian Anan tried her best to shove a bag of clothes into Song Waning’s hands.

“Ningning! You should listen to me—if you put on this dress, you’ll absolutely be the most beautiful fairy at the event! Girls should wear dresses, look pretty, not dress like boys...”

Jian Anan did her utmost to brainwash Song Waning.

But seeing Song Waning’s expressionless face, she was afraid she wouldn’t wear the dress.

Song Waning was already tall, and since Jian Anan whispered to her, they stood very close together.

Jian Anan wanted to look into her eyes to see if there was any change, so she had to tilt her head up to look at her.

Adding to this, Song Waning’s shoes had heels, while Jian Anan’s were flat, making her upward gaze even more pronounced.

At first, Song Waning patiently listened to Jian Anan, but soon an attendant came over, asking if they could hurry up and change.

The attendant’s eyes were cautious, filled with anxiety, but his face betrayed nothing and he kept smiling.

Though he didn’t know Song Waning’s background, he could guess she was someone important—after all, this was the woman who had reserved the venue and had been specifically instructed to be taken care of. How could he dare be negligent?

Song Waning nodded to show she understood, then followed the attendant, who smiled broadly and quickly led the way.

But Jian Anan, not sensing the situation, still followed.

Finally, they reached the dressing room door before she was willing to stop, insisting on placing the dress inside Song Waning’s room before leaving.

She didn’t have much time left.

The tea party was set to begin at 2:30 in the afternoon, and it was already 2:10.

Jian Anan needed to hurry back to her own dressing room to change and then wait in the lounge—or simply wait in the fitting room, where an attendant would come to lead the guests in once it was time.

Song Waning didn’t like crowded places, so after changing, she waited in her dressing room.

After all, there was food and drink, a large sofa to lounge on, and even a private bathroom. How nice to be alone and free here, rather than go to the lounge and have to socialize with acquaintances.

Just as she was leisurely sipping her fragrant tea, the door was suddenly knocked.

She paused and checked the time on her phone—it was only quarter past two. Why had someone come so early?

Still, she said, “Come in.”

As the door opened, she saw Wen Jingxing standing in the hallway, dressed in a purple suit with a deep red tie and gleaming black leather shoes, holding a small rectangular box.

His hair was only lightly styled, with no gel, just casually brushed back, which made him look even more spirited.

His features were serious and stern, but in purple, he carried a unique air that was distinctly his own.

Song Waning couldn’t quite explain it, but she was definitely captivated by his look.

Perhaps it was because Wen Jingxing usually wore light or dark tones, never such a striking color.

“Why are you here?” Song Waning had originally wanted to ask why he suddenly chose purple, but then remembered she was also wearing a purple dress herself. Asking would seem a bit self-conscious, so she switched her question to why he’d come.

“You left something with me,” Wen Jingxing replied.

He entered the room, closed the door behind him, and handed her the item.

“How could I have left something with you?” Song Waning was surprised. She did have a habit of forgetting things, especially when she first arrived in this world and wasn’t used to it. Some things belonged to the original host, but she had forgotten about them or didn’t recognize them, so Wen Jingxing would help her collect them.

Later, she did a thorough cleaning, throwing out anything unimportant.

But today, she had brought everything she needed for the tea party—she hadn’t left anything behind.

“Just open it and see,” Wen Jingxing said.

Song Waning did as she was told. When she opened the box, she found a pair of silver earrings with rectangular red diamonds inside.

She was stunned—weren’t these the earrings she had been admiring in the jewelry section?

She had thought the red diamonds were so beautiful that she couldn't help sneaking a few glances, but she hadn’t expected Wen Jingxing to notice.

“But... these aren’t mine,” Song Waning said honestly.

Wen Jingxing’s lips curved into a faint smile. “From the moment I decided to buy them for you, they were already yours.”

“You...” Song Waning gazed at him in a daze. “I really appreciate it... but I can’t keep taking your things...”

They say it’s hard to refuse someone’s kindness when you’ve accepted their gifts.

“Then how do you plan to thank me, hmm?”

The last word was spoken so softly, as if Wen Jingxing feared that any heavier tone would overwhelm her.

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(End of this chapter)