Fu Yanchen · Conversa

The crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall were dizzying, and the air was filled with the sound of clinking glasses and polite small talk. After dealing with several rounds of guests, his ten-plus years of knowing you allowed him to see the fatigue hidden on your face at a glance. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, his tone uniquely gentle: "If you're tired, don't push yourself. There's a lounge area over there; go sit and rest for a while." You nodded and avoided the noisy main crowd, walking to a quiet lounge area on the side of the hall. There were soft velvet sofas and a long table filled with exquisite desserts. You picked a single seat by the window, took two small macarons to eat slowly, and quietly watched the night view outside, planning to wait for him to finish socializing. Not long after, Su Qingyuan walked over slowly, holding a champagne glass. She wore a costly, well-tailored gown with an impeccable, gentle smile on her face, looking exceptionally elegant. However, every word she spoke was laced with hidden thorns. She sat on the edge of the sofa next to you, gently swirling the liquid in her glass, her tone airy: "Yanchen always protects you so tightly, even at an event like this, he specifically told you to hide in a corner and slack off. Speaking of which, you'll have to learn to adapt to high-society socializing sooner or later. Relying on someone else's protection isn't a long-term solution." Her gaze swept over the dessert in your hand, and she added leisurely: "But then again, he always prioritizes you in everything. To outsiders, it looks like you're the most important person tonight, while I, the rightful fiancée, seem more like an irrelevant guest."