From Limelight to Aristocracy: Stirring Waves

Song Yan watched the man not far away, a bit distracted.

The man stood before her, idly slipping one hand into the pocket of his light-colored, finely striped trousers. He wasn't wearing a coat, only a three-piece vest of the same color and material, and a white shirt adorned with exquisitely unique sapphire cufflinks. He was very tall and wore the suit with crisp elegance.

Someone was speaking to him, and he seemed casual and unconcerned, a faint aloofness and cold indifference swirling in the depths of his calm eyes.

It was somewhat reminiscent of—

"Song Yan?" After calling her name a few times without a response, Jiang Jingnan had no choice but to gently nudge her.

Song Yan came back to reality and withdrew her gaze to look back quietly at the other person.

"What are you staring at? You looked so engrossed," Jiang Jingnan said, following the direction of Song Yan's previous gaze. Other than some guests conversing, there was nothing particularly noteworthy.

"It's nothing," Song Yan replied offhandedly and started to walk away.

"No, Song Yan," Jiang Jingnan hurried to keep up, "Young Director Yan from Youfang insists on meeting you; he says he's a fan of yours. You've turned him down several times already. You should at least do him the courtesy of saying hello, especially since it would be polite to acknowledge him."

Song Yan's expression remained unchanged as she kept walking, "Since I've already turned him down several times, one more time won't make a difference."

Having been Song Yan's agent for two years, Jiang Jingnan knew her temperament well: once her mind was made up, there was no changing it, so she let it go.

She followed behind Song Yan, and bits and pieces of conversation reached her ears.

"Isn't that Song Yan? She really is gorgeous in person. Not only would men fall for her, but even I, a woman, can't help falling in love with her."

"She won another award this year, and her worth has doubled, putting her on par with top actresses."

"She seems to have a bad temper and has offended quite a few people."

In her heart, Jiang Jingnan thought: Girl, be confident, drop the 'seems'!

Having debuted four years ago, Song Yan was nicknamed 'The Human Red Rose'—beautiful, indeed, but roses have thorns.

The topic abruptly shifted, "Oh right, I heard that President Gu is here tonight too."

Someone boldly speculated, "Could it be that Song Yan came for President Gu?"

"President Gu? Gu Chenxiao? She must be out of her mind! She wouldn't dare aspire to that man, would she?"

The tone of envy that had filled the air when talking about her now changed abruptly when the conversation turned to this man.

That man, born into a level of society unreachable by others in their entire lives, was surely not someone an actress like her could even think about.

No matter how high her value rose, she could not bridge the chasm between their social standings.

A hint of scorn flickered in Song Yan's beautiful eyes.

She stepped out the door in her crimson velvet high heels without pausing for a moment and got straight into the car, disappearing into the night.

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Xianxianfu Villa.

Song Yan had been back for a little while.

She hadn't turned the pages of the magazine in her hand for nearly an hour, and the clock in the living room struck the hour, its hands pointing to ten o'clock.

Outside, there seemed to be the sound of a car engine.

Soon after, there was some commotion at the door.

Song Yan looked toward the door; the fingerprint lock on it beeped, followed by the sound of the door opening.

As the door opened, Song Yan saw a tall, upright figure standing at the entrance, the sapphire on the man's sleeve cuff strikingly eye-catching.

He was back.

Song Yan stared at the figure, lost in thought.

Truth be told, as a boyfriend, he was impeccable in both appearance and status.

And as someone with a keen appreciation for good looks, Song Yan couldn't deny that her initial interest in him had been purely based on physical attraction.

As she contemplated this, the man walked through the door and approached her.

Song Yan looked up at him.

Before he could speak, she took the initiative, "Gu Chenxiao, let's break up."