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On the day of the press conference, I arrived at the venue early. Looking at the crowd below, dark and dense, along with the countless flashing lights, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, and my palms began to sweat.
"Good afternoon, media friends!" With the host's opening remarks, the press conference officially began. Song Xingchen, dressed in a black suit and wearing a serious expression, walked onto the stage, causing an immediate uproar among the audience.
Seeing Song Xingchen standing on stage, as dazzling as ever, the last glimmer of hope in my heart vanished without a trace. "The purpose of today's press conference is to clarify something," he said, taking a deep breath and scanning the audience with determined eyes.
I couldn't tell if it was my imagination, but when he looked at me, there seemed to be a hint of warmth in his gaze that I couldn't comprehend. "Regarding the recent rumors circulating online about my 'private number' incident, I admit that the owner of that number is my high school deskmate. She is a very kind girl and has been instrumental in helping me achieve my current success."
"Here, I want to say to my fans: thank you for liking and supporting me; I am deeply honored. However," his tone suddenly turned sharp, "for those who maliciously spread rumors and invade others' privacy, I will reserve the right to pursue legal action! I hope everyone can be rational fans and allow each other a peaceful space!"
After finishing his statement, he bowed deeply, and a wave of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
"Finally, I want to solemnly announce to everyone," Song Xingchen's gaze fell on me again, a slight smile on his lips, "that I liked her back in high school. So now we are dating; I hope everyone can bless us!"
In an instant, my mind went blank as if something had exploded within me. I stared incredulously at the man radiating light on stage; his passionate gaze felt like lightning piercing through all my psychological defenses.
I was overwhelmed by this immense surprise and could only let him lead me onto the stage. The reporters below erupted like a boiling pot, raising their cameras and recording devices while eagerly throwing a series of questions at him.
"Song Xingchen, when did you start dating this girl?"
"Is this related to your recent work? Is it just for publicity?"
"Are you worried that going public with your relationship will affect your career?"
Sharp questions came one after another, yet Song Xingchen remained calm. He raised his hand to signal for silence and then spoke in an undeniable tone: "I know everyone has many questions, but I hope you can give us some private space; our relationship is between the two of us. I will do everything I can to protect her from any harm."
"As for my career, I believe that true fans will respect my choices and continue to support my work."
After finishing his words, Song Xingchen bowed deeply once more and, escorted by the staff, quickly pulled me off the stage.
It wasn't until my best friend caught up and tugged at me that I came back to my senses. Ignoring the curious gazes from Song Xingchen and his manager, she excitedly screamed while pulling my arm, "Ahhh, my precious Yue! You’re finally happy! He actually confessed to you in public! This is even more romantic than a drama!"
We all got into his van, and I secretly glanced up at him, only to find him smiling and staring at me, his ears slightly flushed.
"I'm sorry, Yue. I didn't mean to scare you, but everything I said just now was sincere." He paused for a moment, his gaze intense as he softened his tone and asked, "Would you be willing to be my girlfriend?"
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