It was completely unexpected that Ye Peicheng would agree to the fan's request. Xing Wanshuang's expression was a wonderful sight to behold. It was quickly captured by a journalist in front of her.
At this moment, Qiao Moyu had arrived at Ye Peicheng's side.
Ye Peicheng entered into his role very quickly; in just two seconds, his formerly indifferent and cold eyes completely changed.
Although the man wore a modern suit at the moment, Qiao Moyu truly felt as if he was Ling Cang from the ancient world of 'Sheng Shi.'
They took a step forward and drew closer to each other. The deep emotions in Ye Peicheng's eyes seemed to drown her. She saw him reached forth with his slender fingers to brush aside the hair on her forehead before lowering his head. The man's breath fell lightly on her forehead, and with a deep voice filled with passion, he said: "I love you. Sister, will you marry me?"
Qiao Moyu lifted her gaze and stared up at Ye Peicheng. Underneath the sunlight, the bottom of his eyes were filled with warmth. She could even feel the temperature left by his fingertips across her cheeks.
"Brother Ling Cang, I- I will!" She deliberately controlled her voice to have a charming sound, making it gentler and with a slight tremble, as if she was nervous and shy.
The next moment, Ye Peicheng's lips suddenly raised to an unforgettable smile, like the spring wind that lightly rippled a quiet lake's surface, causing the water to waver at its presence.
He raised the girl's chin slightly with his fingertips and bent down.
As the tips of their nose touched, Qiao Moyu suddenly felt the man's clear breath. She could no longer see the sunshine ahead and only sensed that their lips were very close, as if it could touch by just a slight movement.
Underneath the stage, everyone held their breath. They were entranced by such an atmosphere, as if they were watching the story of childhood sweethearts from the time of 'Sheng Shi.'
There was no such scene as this for the TV series, because right when Ling Cang was planning to marry Zi Yan, his life took a huge turn. So this interactive theatre compensates for everyone's regret of not seeing more of the couple in the drama series. At this time, the crowd couldn't help but feel tearful.
Back onstage, Ye Peicheng was about to pull away after being so intimately close for two seconds. But right when he was about to distance himself, a photographer accidentally tripped over a power line near the stage and exclaimed in surprise.
Almost instinctively, Ye Peicheng turned his head slightly to look over.
But just as he turned his head, his lips gently brushed against Qiao Moyu's lips; her petal-like lips were soft and elastic to the touch.
His eyes trembled and he immediately paused to look down at Qiao Moyu. Because of how close they were, their breathing intermingled, making their breaths almost indistinguishable from each other. The air became dry and subtle at that moment.
"I'm sorry." His voice was very low, just like the day when he first met her on set. But this time, because they 'kissed,' their hearts raced as they blushed.
"It's nothing." Her volume was also very low; it was charming and gentle, as if the mists and rain fell lightly on the bluestone road, causing a light dampness.
Only the two of them could hear their conversation, as if they were listening to a quiet melody.
When Ye Peicheng finally let go of Qiao Moyu, the two of them straightened their posture.
Under the stage, there was a loud cheer: "A good match for each other! It's so sweet!"
Someone from the audience asked, "Film Emperor Ye, did you really kiss her just now?" From the audience's point of view, it looked like they really kissed, but they could have faked it with a stage technique.
Ye Peicheng replied with a meaningful smile: "Ling Cang kissed Zi Yan."
It was a kiss because his lips touched Qiao Moyu's. However, he didn't say that he kissed her, which left everyone feeling unsure of what he meant.
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On the other hand, Xing Yichen, who saw the whole process, stared at the couple coldly. It turned out that this woman had another target to pursue. Ha ha, is this what she calls affection? What a cheap woman!Xing Yichen and Xing Wanshuang greeted each other before turning their attention to Qiao Ruohuan who was on the opposite stage.
Afterwards, the host chose several scripts that the fans prepared for the interactive theatre. There were also some very comedic versions that made the atmosphere even more lively.
Since most of the interactive theatres didn't involve Qiao Moyu, she spent most of her time standing off to the side, quiet and indifferent. But her attitude left a good impression on the reporters.
The last request was a talent show where Xing Wanshuang will perform a dance. She learned how to dance from an early age so she was able to perform a soul-stirring sword dance.The fans below applauded loudly. Seeing their positive response, Xing Wanshuang lifted her sword and smiled brightly, completely different from her earlier restrained smile.
At this time, a reporter rushed to Qiao Moyu's side and said "It seems that you haven't performed. There was a recording of your action scenes online, and I wonder, could you perhaps show us a live demonstration?"Qiao Moyu thought about it for a moment and replied, "Alright, but there's nothing new about an old performance, so I'll try something different this time."
"What's different?" the reporter asked excitedly.
Qiao Moyu: "The dress I'm wearing today isn't very suitable for my previous performance, so instead, I'll demonstrate board breaking with my bare hands. Sorry to trouble you, but can you help me find some boards?" she asked.
The reporter tilted his head, wondering if he had misheard her. But the girl on stage looked back at him so seriously; she obviously wasn't joking about it.
As a result, the staff immediately went to find wooden boards. Meanwhile, the number of fans below the stage have increased to three times the size of their initial crowd.
Qiao Moyu had no idea that her kiss scene with Ye Peicheng from the earlier interactive theatre was recorded by fans and uploaded on Weibo, causing the fandom online to go mad. Soon, almost all the fans who were close by ended up rushing here at their fastest speed.
On the opposite stage, Qiao Ruohuan, appeared graceful and generous in her plain white dress. She displayed her unique style as the Qiao family's favored Miss. However, at this time, she noticed that the number fans underneath her stage seemed to be dwindling. After the audience saw the video on their mobile phones, many left quickly and headed towards the other studio.
Beneath Qiao Ruohuan's stage, Xing Yicheng also noticed the change and frowned. He went to speak to a staff member and whispered a few words. Not long after, the staff member returned and reported to him: "Mr. Xing, I just heard that Qiao Moyu from the other stage wants to perform a bare-handed board breaking, so the fans wanted to go and see it!"
That woman, splitting boards with her bare hands? Did she lose her mind for the sake of getting attention? Xing Yichen's chest heaved as his anger flared. He wanted to see what kind of tricks she was playing!
By the time Xing Yichen arrived at studio for Sheng Shi, the staff members had already prepared the boards, each about one centimeter thick. They brought a piece to Qiao Moyu and asked, "Is this okay?"
Qiao Moyu glanced at it and said, "It's a little thin. Let's stack three of these together!"
Under the curious gaze of the crowd, Qiao Moyu placed the boards at the very edge of the table, with her left hand holding the end of the board in place while the rest of the board was suspended in air.
When the host saw that she was about to begin, he couldn't help but interrupt her and ask, "Aren't you going to wear gloves? Will it hurt? Otherwise, wouldn't you..."
"I have no other talent other than strengthening my muscles," Qiao Moyu said. She raised her bare right hand, and then-
Pak!
When they heard the loud crack, everyone was shocked to find that the three boards were split in an instant!
The crowd was silent for several seconds.
Qiao Moyu's hands felt a slight tingling, perhaps due to her lack of exercise. She raised her hand in front of everyone, her eyes shining with laughter: "My hand is alright!"
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Underneath the sunshine, her hand was delicate and white with cleanly trimmed nails. Her pair of hands seemed suitable for playing the piano, and yet they contained such surprising power.
Meanwhile, Ye Peicheng's lips raised to an almost imperceptible smile as he saw Qiao Moyu's enthusiastic expression. He thought: 'If she wasn't a girl, I'm afraid she would've turned that block into rubble by now.'
However, everyone was focused only on Qiao Moyu. No one noticed Ye Peicheng's sudden breath-takingly beautiful smile.
A few minutes later, the topic took flight throughout social media like a dandelion caught up in a spring breeze. Everyone was raving over the news.
[The Beauty in Plain White broke three boards with her bare hands]
[In the entertainment circle with many weak willow beauties, this heroine among women causes a surprise]
[Is the honorable sister Moyu actually a heroine who crossed over from ancient times?]
[I want to be ravaged by Sister Moyu. She's beautiful and knows how to fight. Please marry me!]
News like this has blown up all over the internet. And Qiao Moyu, who was the main topic, has no idea that she was on the hot search all over again.
The number one search topic was: 'Did Film Emperor Ye kiss his martial sister?'
Second place: 'Film Emperor and Qiao Moyu'
Third place: 'Qiao Moyu splits the board with her bare hands'
Fourth place: Xing Wanshuang's Sword Dance
Fifth place: 'Qiao Ruohuan and Xing Yichen'
And the last one: 'Sheng Shi drama's popularity surpasses Xing Hai.'
The fan meeting ended a success. Just when Qiao Moyu was about to leave, she saw Ye Peicheng coming out of the dressing room.
He had changed into a casual outfit, wearing sunglasses and a hat. There was no assistant following him. Since he had a car key in hand, he must be planning to drive home alone.
Qiao Moyu greeted him with a smile and was about to turn around and leave. However, she suddenly saw the actor bend over to pick up something from the ground.
Ye Peicheng unfurled the paper bill in his found and found it to be 150 yuan. He looked up and asked Qiao Moyu, "Did you drop this?"
Qiao Moyu shook her head. Ha ha, she knew where this money came from, but she didn't tell him.
Since they both took time to remove their makeup and change into normal clothing, they were late on leaving the studio compared to everyone else. The director, Xing Yichen and the rest had already left, so the money on the ground didn't have an owner to claim it.
Ye Peicheng looked at the bill in his hand and asked Qiao Moyu: "Is your driver not here?"
Qiao Moyu nodded: "The assistant's car happened to be under maintenance today, so I came by taxi this morning."
Ye Peicheng looked forward: "Let's go."
'Does he intend to give me a ride?' Qiao Moyu thought. It seems that Film Emperor Ye is actually quite approachable.
They walked together towards the underground parking, about two meters apart from each other. They didn't converse with one another, as if they were simply passerbys.
When the elevator finally reached the bottom floor, Ye Peicheng suddenly paused, then went towards the pickup window of a red ice cream shop. He lowered the eaves of his hat and naturally asked Qiao Moyu behind him, "What flavor do you want?"
"Tiramisu," Qiao Moyu replied without thinking.
"One vanilla, one tiramisu." Ye Peicheng handed over the money he had picked up earlier. This ice cream was known as one of the most popular food items, costing 75 yuan per piece.
The server was quite busy, so she didn't recognize the actor. By the time she finished prepping the orders, she handed the two ice cream cones over to him.
Ye Peicheng took the ice cream and passed the tiramisu flavor to Qiao Moyu.
Since he gave her a treat, Qiao Moyu felt somewhat flattered. Although the money was found because of her koi fish attribute, she still sweetly told him, "Thank you, Film Emperor Ye."
"It's alright." He took a bite of the ice cream and felt the cold, sweet dessert melt at the tip of his tongue. His eyes locked onto her as he said: "I didn't spend my money anyways."