Lu Yeben was in the room watching the premiere on his phone, with almost no blood on his face.
Her thin lips pursed lightly, her patience reaching the extreme.
He took a deep breath, turned off his phone, and went to the closet to find a very formal dress.
Then he picked up the car keys and rushed to the variety show.
Meng Ji finally bowed deeply to the audience, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.
She couldn't tell what emotion she was feeling inside.
If everything goes well, she will be truly free.
When Meng Ji walked off the stage, her body was shaky, Xiaoya quickly ran over to help her.
There were still some contestants competing behind him, and Meng Ji had to endure it no matter how uncomfortable he felt.
She sat backstage holding a thermos cup, taking a sip at a time.
"Aji, you must be the God of Dance!!!" Dong Qing looked at her with admiration.
Meng Ji suppressed his physical discomfort and chatted with everyone.
Finally, when all the other contestants have finished competing, the host invites all the contestants to the stage.
Han Lin seemed to notice her discomfort and silently supported her arm at the end of the crowd.
The clothes of the two of them covered all this well. To outsiders, they just thought that the two of them were close to each other.
"Uncomfortable?" Han Lin frowned.
Meng Ji shook his head and smiled at her, "It's not bad."
A group of people walked towards the center of the stage, and all the lights were turned on. When the lights flickered, Meng Ji saw Lu Ye sitting in the middle below.
He looked at the contestants on the stage expressionlessly, his eyes not stopping at Meng Ji.
When she saw Lu Ye appear at the scene, her hands and feet became cold for a moment.
But then he secretly calmed himself down. He was only here as an investor and must not get into trouble.
The live audience and online fan voting channels are different, and there are too many people watching this show, so it will take some time to sort out the votes.
In order to lighten the atmosphere, the host made a few harmless jokes.
The host was told through earphones backstage that the voting statistics were over, and the host finally got serious.
"Now we have Mr. Lu from the Lu Group, the largest investor in "God of Dance", come on stage to crown this year's God of Dance."
The camera panned over Lu Ye.
He stood up slowly, wearing a white suit that made his figure more upright, and put a tie clip on his tie.
Meng Ji bought it for him.
He specially chose to wear it on this important occasion today.
The combination of one dark and one light color also has the finishing touch effect.
Lu Ye slowly walked onto the stage, and when he passed by Meng Ji, he paused.
He glanced down at her, his eyes seemed to contain a lot of emotions.
Meng Ji's heart trembled at the sight of those eyes, and then he watched as Lu Ye walked to the center of the stage and stood there.
The host handed Lu Ye a small card with the final results of the vote.
Lu Ye took it slowly. After seeing the name on it, his thin and slender fingers trembled slightly.
"Now, I would like to ask Mr. Lu to announce the voting results for us!" The host stood next to him.
Lu Ye's eyes were fixed on the name, with a sinister look on his eyebrows.
He tried to open his mouth several times, but the name seemed to be spinning in the middle of his throat and he couldn't come out.
Lu Ye didn't speak for a long time, causing a silence on the stage.
Sensing something was wrong with Lu Ye, the host's eyes changed and he picked up the microphone again and joked, "Mr. Lu is very good at creating program effects."
Meng Ji stood not far away, looking anxiously at Lu Ye in the center of the stage. She felt no pain when her nails were dug into her palms.
The tension was suffocating her.
"The god of this dance is—" the host finished the first half of the sentence and handed the microphone to Lu Ye's mouth.
Lu Ye looked at the name on the card with calm eyes, as if he had been struggling for a long time.
"Han Lin."
The whole place was boiling.
Meng Ji was shocked on the spot, his face pale.
Everyone turned to look at her, thinking that Meng Ji would win the championship.
The host's hand holding the microphone did not move away, but Lu Ye stopped speaking.
The host frowned and looked at him.
What is Mr. Lu doing? There are two names clearly written on the card, why did he only read one.
Just when the host was confused, Lu Ye took the microphone and continued to speak.
"Meng Ji." He paused, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"congratulations."
That sentence of congratulations kept echoing in Meng Ji's ears.
Meng Ji's tears fell. The moment she heard her name, her heart was not as happy as before.
Across the contestants, she looked at Lu Ye's back.
He seemed a little depressed and stood beside the host lifelessly.
Seeing that Lu Ye was in really bad condition, the host picked up the microphone and started talking.
"In this voting, there are two champions, Han Lin and Meng Ji. Congratulations."
【Han Lin’s wife, after all the hard work comes joy! ! ! 】
【Meng Ji’s wife, she is the best! ! ! 】
【Ugh, they are both my favorites. Who knows, when they stand together, I automatically imagine a story about them getting back together and meeting at the top! ! 】
【I see! I kowtow too! 】
.......
The other contestants said blessings to them and left one after another.
Some people cry, some people laugh.
Meng Ji and Han Lin walked hand in hand to the center of the stage. They were the champions of this year and the gods of dance chosen by everyone.
The host and Lu Ye each held a crown made of pure gold in their hands.
Han Lin took the initiative to stand next to the host and left the crown in Lu Ye's hand to Meng Ji.
The host quickly put it on for Han Lin.
Lu Ye and Meng Ji looked at each other. If you look closely, his hand holding the crown was trembling.
There was a forced smile on his lips, and the ends of his eyes were red with uncontrollable sadness.
"Wanwan." Lu Ye choked and called her name, looked deeply into her eyes, and then took a deep breath.
Meng Ji's heart suddenly hurt, and she looked at Lu Ye with wet eyes.
"You won the championship." Lu Ye lowered his head and slowly put the crown on her head, solemnly.
Wearing the crown, she looks more like an elf, with skin as smooth as cream and a unique aura.
However, this elf will soon escape from him.
Lu Ye bent down in despair, closed his eyes and pressed a solemn kiss on Meng Ji's forehead, and then stood up after a long time.
He whispered in Meng Ji's ear, "Wanwan, congratulations."
