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Dawn of the Night: A Romantic Comeback
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I smiled slightly, lifted my chin, and tightened my grip on Gu Chen's hand a little more. "That's right, let me introduce you. This is Gu Chen, my fiancé."
Gu Chen politely nodded to Yan Shi, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth, completely contrasting with Yan Shi's usual cold demeanor that kept people at a distance.
Yan Shi's face turned pale, his lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent. The fury in his eyes seemed ready to consume me, yet I felt not a hint of warmth—only a chilling coldness.
"Xiaoman, congratulations," Shen Jing said as she approached me with a glass of champagne. Noticing where I was looking, she followed my gaze to Yan Shi not far away and gently patted the back of my hand. "Don't mind him."
I withdrew my gaze and smiled at Shen Jing. "It's fine; I don't care anymore."
"Xiaoman, it's almost time for you to go on stage," a staff member reminded me as they walked over.
I took a deep breath, adjusted my gown, and lightly placed my hand on the staff member's arm as I gracefully walked toward the auction stage in the center of the banquet hall.
Under the spotlight, my white gown shimmered brilliantly. I confidently picked up the microphone, surveyed the audience, and finally focused on my latest jewelry creation. It was a set called "Dawn," featuring a diamond necklace and earrings inspired by the first light of dawn, symbolizing hope and rebirth—reflecting my current state of mind.
"Good evening, everyone. I am Li Xiaoman, and it is an honor to present my latest work here tonight..." I began to share the design concept and creative story behind this jewelry set. My voice was clear and resolute, each word striking at Yan Shi's heart.
He stood among the crowd, watching me shine on stage while countless memories flashed through his mind: the sweetness of our first meeting, the anger during our arguments, and finally his resolute departure.
The talents and dreams he once dismissed were now being realized one by one by me. The confidence and composure in my eyes were a dazzling brilliance he had never seen before. It dawned on him that he had completely lost me—the Li Xiaoman who once loved him deeply and was willing to give everything for him.
After the auctioneer announced the starting bid, bids began to rise from the audience until finally, my "Dawn" was sold to a mysterious buyer for the highest price of the evening.
I bowed slightly and walked down the auction stage amidst thunderous applause. Shen Jing came up to me and gave me a big hug, saying, "Xiaoman, you were amazing!"
I didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded. However, my peripheral vision remained fixed on Yan Shi's every move.
He stood still, like a statue, but his deep-set eyes were filled with complex emotions that were hard to decipher.
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I elegantly turned around, leaving Shen Jing's praise behind, and engaged in light-hearted conversation with the guests who came to congratulate me. The sweet scent of champagne filled the air, and every compliment sounded like pearls dropping onto a jade plate—crisp and pleasant. My smile grew even brighter, yet I deliberately ignored the intense gaze from not far away.
Yan Shi tightly gripped his champagne glass, his knuckles turning white. How he wished that the person standing beside me at that moment was him, receiving everyone's congratulations instead of watching me laugh and chat with others like an outsider.
He finally couldn't hold back any longer, pushing through the crowd to walk towards me. Each step felt like he was treading on his own heart—filled with hope yet tinged with anxiety.
"Xiaoman, congratulations. The design of 'Dawn' is outstanding." He raised his glass, trying to mask the turmoil within him with a formal tone. I slightly turned away to avoid his gaze and smiled lightly, "Thank you, Mr. Yan."
"Is that just polite talk? When did we become so distant?" Yan Shi's tone carried a hint of bitterness as he searched for signs that we could still salvage our relationship. However, my aloofness was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last flicker of hope in his heart.
"Mr. Yan is joking. We've always been partners, haven't we?" I turned away from him and left all pleasantries to Gu Chen beside me.
Gu Chen wore a gentle smile as he lightly held my hand and nodded slightly at Yan Shi. "Mr. Yan, long time no see." His presence acted as an invisible barrier, separating me and Yan Shi into two different worlds.
Yan Shi watched our intertwined fingers with a sharp gaze that instantly turned fierce. Suppressing his anger, he couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark, "Mr. Gu really is persistent; do you think painting a few pictures will get you into high society?"
Gu Chen remained unfazed, still presenting his gentle and refined demeanor. He shielded me behind him and smiled lightly, "Mr. Yan, aren't you curious about who the bidder for 'Dawn' was just now?"
Yan Shi was taken aback; he had been so focused on my interaction with Gu Chen that he overlooked the final auction result.
At that moment, the auctioneer stepped back onto the stage, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we now reveal the buyer of 'Dawn,' and that is—Mr. Gu Chen!"
The crowd erupted in astonishment, all eyes turning toward Gu Chen, with murmurs of discussion rising around the room.
Yan Shi looked at Gu Chen in disbelief, then glanced at me, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. He could hardly fathom that an obscure painter possessed such substantial financial resources.
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