The President Made Me Trend

Meeting again, Mo Qinghuan noticed that the youthful aura had faded significantly from this young man, replaced by a mature and steady demeanor, which made her quite pleased.

For Liang Yi, who hadn’t seen Mo Qinghuan for a while, his heart still skipped a beat at her presence. He responded shyly, “It’s not just my achievement; it’s the result of everyone’s hard work. And if it weren’t for Qinghuan-Jie’s support back then, I wouldn’t be the Liang Yi loved by fans today.”

He was someone who knew how to be grateful, always remembering Mo Qinghuan’s kindness in discovering him. Huo-Jie, standing by, praised, “Qinghuan, now all of Liang Yi’s fans know that it was you who recommended him to the talent agency. Everyone is grateful to you as if you’re their benefactor. Your reputation in showbiz has reached new heights.”

As an agent, Huo-Jie was naturally proud, given that Mo Qinghuan was a star she had nurtured. Her success also elevated Huo-Jie’s own standing.

But Mo Qinghuan, indifferent to Liang Yi’s gratitude and Huo-Jie’s joy, smiled faintly. She regarded him like an older sister would a promising younger brother, saying, “Didn’t I tell you before? My recommendation was secondary; the key is your own hard work. Liang Yi, keep it up and don’t let your fans down.”

“I’ll always remember Qinghuan-Jie’s advice,” Liang Yi said, his gaze inadvertently catching the wedding ring on Mo Qinghuan’s finger. His eyes dimmed slightly, though he cleverly concealed it from everyone. He continued, “During my intensive training, I heard the news of Qinghuan-Jie and Mr. Lu’s wedding. It’s only now that I get to congratulate you in person. You won’t blame me, will you, Qinghuan-Jie?”

Despite harboring a lingering attachment to Mo Qinghuan, Liang Yi decided to bury it deep within, perhaps as a seed of motivation to keep striving. Seeing her happiness with Lu Yucheng, he was genuinely pleased for her.

“Of course not. Seeing your achievements now makes me happier than if you had attended our wedding.”

After exchanging a few more words, Liang Yi was called away by his agent to prepare for his performance. Watching his reluctant departure, Huo-Jie leaned in and whispered to Mo Qinghuan, “So, seeing how much Liang Yi has changed, do you regret not pursuing something with him back in the States?”

“Huo-Jie, jokes have their limits. I know you’re kidding, but if others hear, it might spark rumors.” Mo Qinghuan frowned, reminding Huo-Jie not to joke lightly. The showbiz world was sensitive, always surrounded by gossip, and Mo Qinghuan had witnessed the harm of rumors firsthand and didn’t want to experience it again.

Realizing her mistake, Huo-Jie laughed awkwardly and apologized, “Alright, Qinghuan, I was just joking. But you did have a keen eye for talent with Liang Yi.”

“But Huo-Jie, I’m starting to wonder if bringing Liang Yi into showbiz was a good or bad decision.” Shen Meng’s situation had made Mo Qinghuan reflect deeply. Liang Yi was a pure-hearted young man, and the corrupting air of showbiz might eventually erode his integrity. Could he maintain his purity, or would he succumb? This was what worried Mo Qinghuan the most.

“Of course, it’s a good thing! You have no idea how grateful Liang Yi’s agent is to me, like I saved their ancestral grave.” Huo-Jie couldn’t quite grasp the depth of Mo Qinghuan’s concerns, but Liang Yi’s looks and talent were undeniably suited for this industry, a fact that couldn’t be disputed.

As the award ceremony officially began, Mo Qinghuan received her card as a presenter and discovered it was for Liang Yi. What a delightful coincidence.

She gracefully walked to the center of the stage, partnered with a handsome actor. Mo Qinghuan’s popularity caused a wave of cheers as she appeared. Feigning surprise, she raised a finger to her lips, signaling for quiet, and said, “Shh, let’s keep it down a bit. The real stars today are the award winners. Let’s give them all our support.”

Her words demonstrated her high emotional intelligence, earning her respect as a senior in showbiz, providing comfort to those whose popularity didn’t match hers.

Unbeknownst to her, a pair of sharp eyes in the crowd watched her intently, like a predator eyeing its prey, a sinister smile playing on thin lips, revealing the person’s treacherous nature.

On stage, Mo Qinghuan continued, “Today, I’m presenting the Best Song Award to someone very close to me. Can anyone guess who it is?”

Leaving the audience in suspense, though the answer was already anticipated, they shouted eagerly, “Liang Yi! It’s Liang Yi!”

“That’s right, it’s the rising star Liang Yi. Congratulations to him for creating music that’s been embraced by the public in such a short time. Let’s welcome him to the stage with applause.” Mo Qinghuan and her co-presenter led the applause, soon joined by thunderous clapping from the audience. This award not only recognized Liang Yi’s music but also served as motivation for him to continue his efforts.

Dressed in a gray pinstripe suit that emphasized his maturity, Liang Yi ascended the stage amidst applause, accepting the trophy and certificate from Mo Qinghuan, followed by a polite hug. Taking the microphone, he expressed his gratitude:

“I feel this award should go to every staff member, fan, and especially Qinghuan-Jie. Without her, I wouldn’t have had the chance to pursue my passion for music and share it with everyone. Thank you, Qinghuan-Jie, you’re a lifelong benefactor to me.”

Liang Yi’s words brought another round of applause, and Mo Qinghuan watched him speak confidently, no longer the nervous newcomer, her smile radiant as a blooming flower.

After stepping off stage, it was already 5:30 PM. Having promised to join Lu Yucheng and his parents for the Mid-Autumn Festival, she quickly changed and discreetly left with Huo-Jie’s help, aiming to arrive by 7:30, which wasn’t too late.

“Huo-Jie, Xiaoxue, you stay here and handle things. Let the driver take me,” Mo Qinghuan instructed, aware that she couldn’t make it back to the Lu family home in time. She had arranged for Lu Yucheng to take Little Bun ahead, and she would follow.

Huo-Jie agreed wholeheartedly, unaware that danger was quietly approaching Mo Qinghuan, hidden by the excitement of the award ceremony.

The eyes that had watched her earlier now followed her departing car, turning menacing and grotesque, like a true demon lurking in the shadows.