After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Is He Angry?

Xia Wenjin, although she wished she could leave right now, knew that with so many people around, if she really walked away, she feared the kinds of rumors that would spread outside.

She took a deep breath and had no choice but to stay put.

A cool breeze suddenly started blowing at the spot, bringing a few drops of rain with it.

At that moment, the host’s voice rang out again on stage, “Next, our esteemed teachers will personally present the awards to the winning students! Please come forward to receive your awards.”

Xu Zhenzhen raised her hand and patted Lu Zhaozhao, purposefully raising her voice as she said, “First place, go on! Take a photo of the first-place trophy for me!”

Although her words were directed at Lu Zhaozhao, her eyes were fixated on Xia Wenjin from beginning to end.

Anyone could see that Xu Zhenzhen was purposely targeting Xia Wenjin.

Already in a bad mood, Xia Wenjin glared at Xu Zhenzhen, “Lu Zhaozhao won the award, what are you so happy about? It’s not like you won it.”

Xu Zhenzhen shrugged, “Of course, I’m happy. Who am I? I am our Zhaozhao’s fawning admirer. If not now, when should I be happy?”

“…”

Xia Wenjin was completely at a loss for words.

Her face was not as thick-skinned as Xu Zhenzhen’s, nor could she put down her pride to argue with her, so she could only go to the awards podium with a scowl.

By then, the rain, which had started as a drizzle, had grown much heavier.

Since the sports venue was semi-open-air, almost all the competitors got a bit wet from the rain.

As Lu Zhaozhao was concerned about Xu Zhenzhen, she placed her sun hat on her before going up to the podium, braving the rain.

The host, very timely, spoke up to hurry along, “The students who didn’t win can go to the stands to take shelter from the rain, safety first.”

After saying this, he turned to look at the awards podium, “Now, for the awards…” But,

he nearly ended his career as a host with that turn.

Because of the host’s bizarre tone, nearly everyone’s gaze turned to the big screen.

Even the cameraman was shaking.

And so, through the trembling lens, everyone saw the award-winning competitors soaked by the rain.

Most had their hair wetted by the rain, looking a bit disheveled, but two standing in the front looked especially distinct.

One was Lu Zhaozhao, and naturally, the other was Xia Wenjin.

Although Lu Zhaozhao’s entire small face was wet, not a bit of dishevelment showed; rather, she looked like a delicately weak emerging lotus, stirring pity.

Turning to see Xia Wenjin standing just a step away from her, she was a world apart.

The makeup on her forehead seemed to have been smudged by the rain, turning blotchy and black, ruining her entire face.

The host struggled to turn his face away from Xia Wenjin, but his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He managed to persevere, twisting his leg with his hand and continuing the process, “Alright… please, let the guests proceed with awarding…”

Teresa originally did not want any interaction with Xia Wenjin, but seeing her in that state, she handed the trophy to Xia Wenjin and quietly warned, “Your makeup is smeared.”

Xia Wenjin’s eyebrows lifted, her gaze towards Teresa clearly wary.

Thinking of how she had intentionally downplayed her work earlier, she felt furious, so she didn’t care about her “kindness.”

What was a little smeared makeup?

Her outfit today was perfect, styled by a makeup team Cao Mei had specifically arranged for her; a little smeared makeup wouldn’t affect anything.

Although she wasn’t first place, second place was enough for the Shangjing Circle.

Enough to prove her excellence.

Xia Wenjin forced a grimace of a smile, “Thank you for the reminder, Teacher Teresa, but I think I’m fine.”

“…”

Teresa pursed her lips wordlessly, eventually choosing to say no more.

After all, she had done all she could.

The painting competition ended early due to the rain. Xia Wenyan originally wanted to go back with Lu Zhaozhao, but due to the fans who stormed the school during the live broadcast, the school was completely surrounded.

Not to mention going back together, he wasn’t even sure if he could get out himself.

So, Xia Wenyan could only watch helplessly as Lu Zhaozhao left right under his nose.

Fortunately, everyone’s attention was on Xia Wenyan, each trying to find a way into the school.

So, they completely failed to notice Lu Zhaozhao sneak out of the school’s side gate in disguise.

“Mr. Song!” Lu Zhaozhao plunged into the car, her eyes brimming with laughter as she looked at Song Sinian.

She lifted the trophy in her hand towards him, “Look! I got first place!”

Because Lu Zhaozhao had rushed out in a hurry, she wore only a mask and sunglasses to cover her face, and her clothes were soon soaked by the rain.

She was wearing very little to begin and her light-colored clothes clung to her skin once wet.

Yet, she hadn’t even noticed.

Song Sinian’s brows furrowed deeply, and he took off his coat to wrap around Lu Zhaozhao.

Her small frame was already petite; now, wrapped in Song Sinian’s coat, only her head was visible.

Lu Zhaozhao moved, trying to struggle out, “Mr. Song, I’m not cold.”

She was about to say more when Song Sinian scooped her up with one arm and seated her in his lap.

“Uh…”

Lu Zhaozhao wanted to say more but realized that since the very beginning, Song Sinian hadn’t said a word.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Zhao Xi in the driver’s seat, trying to pick up some useful information from him.

Yet she didn’t even manage to meet Zhao Xi’s eyes before Song Sinian twisted her face back toward him.

His large hand pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her face back.

Lu Zhaozhao’s watery eyes blinked, staring at Song Sinian for a long while, but he didn’t utter a word.

Was he angry?

Well, at least he was displeased.

Lu Zhaozhao was uncertain if Song Sinian was upset because of her or because of something work-related.

But one thing was clear.

Even if he was angry, Song Sinian showed no sign of rejecting her.

With her hands wrapped inside his coat and unable to reach out, Lu Zhaozhao leaned her face close to him and softly asked, “Mr. Song, are you upset?”

Song Sinian’s eyelids drooped, his gaze falling on her pretty little face.

Her fair cheeks still had traces of oil paint.

He raised his hand to rub it off, eventually nodding lightly.

He felt a tightness in his chest, stifling, making it hard for him to breathe.

This must be the unhappiness that Lu Zhaozhao was talking about.

Yet it felt somewhat different.

His gaze swept over her face once more. Thinking that Lu Zhaozhao might hug or kiss him because he was unhappy, though he was willing to accept it, he still felt as though something was missing…