Chapter 62: A Minor Interlude at the Award Ceremony

Assuming Lin Yan was just brushing her off, Mu Ziqing wore a serious expression and said, "I'll say it again: whether you still like him or not, he will never like you, because he has me."

"I think if I were to like him now, my husband would get jealous." Lin Yan shrugged and stood up. "I don't want him to be jealous."

Unwilling to entangle herself with her any further, Lin Yan turned to leave right after dropping those words.

"Wait." Mu Ziqing stood up as well, her gaze turning icy. "Whether what you said is true or not, I don't believe it anyway. I just want to warn you, don't harbor any thoughts about Qin Xiang."

With that, Mu Ziqing turned and walked away swiftly. Halfway through, she suddenly turned back, snatched the copy of *Bloody Sakura* right out of Lin Yan's hands, and said, "This belongs to Qin Xiang."

Only then did she click-clack away in her high heels.

Left standing alone in a daze, Lin Yan felt a sudden surge of anger rising in her chest.

Frowning, she lowered her head and prepared to head toward the restroom.

Yet, from the stage nearby, the voice of the emcee drifted into her ears. The voice was sweet, gentle, yet crisp. Lin Yan recognized that voice instantly—it was none other than Mu Ziqing, who had just spoken to her so fiercely. Yet standing up on stage, she looked so serene, possessing an unearthly beauty like an immortal fairy, pure and flawless.

Lin Yan turned her head to look toward the stage. It seemed the award ceremony was about to begin, and everyone was surging toward the front. Only Lin Yan was walking outward against the current of the crowd.

Her progress was exceptionally arduous.

Her dress was somewhat long, so she lowered her head to lift her hem, failing to notice a woman approaching from the side. The woman was walking at a very fast pace, holding a glass of red wine in her hand while looking around for a place to set it down. The two of them crashed into each other head-on. The wine in the woman's glass spilled out, splashing in a large patch directly across Lin Yan's chest, while some also splattered onto the woman's own gown.

The woman was wearing a white dress, making the splashes of red wine stand out strikingly—a vivid crimson blotch that looked rather alarming.

Frowning deeply and panicked, the woman grabbed Lin Yan's arm and shouted, "What is wrong with you? Are you blind when you walk?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Why don't you change out of it, and I'll take it back and have it washed for you?" Lin Yan looked at the anxious woman and said.

"This isn't a matter of whether it can be washed or not! What on earth is wrong with you? Can't you see that the award ceremony is starting? What are you still wandering around blindly for? Who on earth let someone like you into the Literary Rising Star event? It's one thing that you've never seen the world, but why are you stumbling around everywhere? My dress is very expensive; it's not something a simple wash can fix."

Lin Yan had intended to resolve the issue calmly, but since the other party's tone was utterly arrogant, Lin Yan lost all inclination to be polite. She simply looked at the woman with amusement and said, "Miss, I was walking perfectly fine. Can our collision possibly be blamed entirely on me? Besides, I wasn't walking fast at all—you were simply moving far too hurriedly."

Pulling at the fabric across her chest, Lin Yan continued, "And look, my clothes are ruined too, much worse than yours. The wine stains on your dress might be washable, but with a large-scale stain like this, my dress is practically destroyed."

Hearing this, the woman grew even more frantic, losing all sense of proportion in her speech. "How much is your cheap rag even worth? Mine is a Christian Dior gown! Can you compare?"

The woman's voice kept rising higher and higher. While everyone's attention had been focused on the stage moments before, well over half of the crowd now turned their heads to look at them.