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Lin Jinhe said nothing about Zhao Shusen's visit. The news reached me through a familiar Paparazzo. He had captured photos of Lin Jinhe on a date with a guy at a café. I had a deep connection with this Paparazzo; the money I funneled to him each year was enough for him to buy a luxury apartment in the city center. Given our relationship, he didn’t go public with the scoop but sold the set of photos to me privately.
The Paparazzo truly had skills. In the photos, Lin Jinhe wore large sunglasses and was wrapped in a thick scarf; if I weren’t so familiar with her, I wouldn’t have recognized her at all. The guy sitting across from her, however, was completely unmasked. Despite the passage of time and the poor quality of the images, I recognized him at first glance: Zhao Shusen, my high school classmate and Lin Jinhe's childhood sweetheart.
During high school, Lin Jinhe was a legendary figure on campus. She shone brightly, consistently ranking among the top three in every exam. While I held the top spot year after year through relentless hard work, she seemed to effortlessly achieve good grades just by listening in class. A top student, the school beauty, and the popularity king—she was like a dazzling star.
Naturally, Zhao Shusen, who was always by her side, also became the center of attention. At that time, Lin Jinhe was seen as a beacon of hope by both teachers and students. During our senior year sprint towards graduation, everyone had high hopes for her future. Who would have thought that an accident would completely alter her life’s trajectory?
In an effort to protect Zhao Shusen, she clashed with several delinquent youths, resulting in serious injuries to one of them. This incident caused quite a stir at the time and exploded across social media. The injured boy’s parents seemed to have some influence and made quite a fuss about it. Zhao Shusen, who should have stepped forward to explain, never showed up.
Eventually, under pressure, the school had no choice but to expel Lin Jinhe. The last time I saw her in high school was at the train station. Her figure dragging a suitcase gradually disappeared into the crowd. She was tall and I saw her scanning the crowd as if searching for someone. Finally, she let out a bitter smile and resolutely turned to board the train heading to B City.
At that moment, I hid among the crowd and secretly watched her take her last journey—though there was really no need to hide.
Lin Jinhe probably never noticed me, the quiet classmate in the background.
We met again seven years later.
That day, I attended a regular fashion cocktail party. When she approached me, holding a champagne glass, I recognized her at once and couldn't help but exclaim, "Lin Jinhe?"
She was taken aback and politely asked, "Do you know me?"
I couldn't help but smile.
I gazed at her; the maturity of her experiences left a unique mark on her. Her demeanor was calm like water, yet it couldn't conceal her stunning beauty. Unlike the vase-like models under my management, her beauty had a subtle narrative quality. Her bright eyes sparkled with life, and every gesture exuded charm.
I didn't mention our high school days; when we parted, I simply handed her my business card.
She glanced at it and showed no reaction to my name, clearly having forgotten me.
I chuckled nonchalantly, "Lin Jinhe, you have exceptional qualities. If you're interested in stepping into this industry, you can call this number!"
Three days later, Lin Jinhe returned my call.
With her outstanding talent and my strong support, Lin Jinhe quickly carved out a place for herself in this appearance-driven industry, becoming one of my top artists. She had always been obedient and never caused trouble—until today, when that video appeared before me.
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