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Chapter 408 - 409 A Familiar Woman_1

Chapter 408: Chapter 409 A Familiar Woman_1

In their presence, the security guards naturally didn’t dare to say anything out of line, but at that time they repeatedly stole glances at Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei.

Honestly speaking, one was handsome and the other beautiful; they were irresistibly attractive.

So once they entered the theater, a few of the security guards began to gossip.

As for this, Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei were completely unaware, and they made their way to the second floor according to the numbers on their tickets.

Soon, they found their seats and sat down.

The lighting in the theater was a bit dim, but the stage area was quite bright.

In their seats, there were props for clapping and both Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei picked one up to hold.

Truth be told, neither of them had ever been to such a place.

Although Li Changlin’s friend Ye Zhiwen worked at the opera house, Li Changlin had never taken advantage of that.

After all, Ye Zhiwen was just an ordinary employee at the opera house, and it was impossible for him to provide Li Changlin with free tickets.

Moreover, before becoming prosperous, the tickets, which cost at least several hundred yuan each, indeed represented a significant expense for Li Changlin.

Besides, staying by himself in Jincheng, there really was no need for him to kill time at the theater.

"I wonder who today’s mystery guest is," Qian Ziwei said with a face full of longing as she gently shook the prop in her hand. "It’d be great if it was Luo Tianyi, I love her songs the most."

"Turns out you’re a fan too, Ziwei," said Li Changlin, who knew Luo Tianyi was the winner of last year’s Xuanyuan Voice, but he didn’t have a very good impression of the woman.

A celebrity who participates in just any commercial event can’t be worth much.

Li Changlin looked down upon such colleagues.

However, knowing that Qian Ziwei was a fan, he naturally wouldn’t slander Luo Tianyi out of spite.

So, they chatted casually, and before long, theater staff began to serve plates of fruit, placing them at each table.

These were complimentary from the theater but were actually included in the ticket price.

Li Changlin and his group’s seats could accommodate three people. Concerned about Qian Ziwei being taken advantage of, Li Changlin sat in the middle seat.

Soon, more and more people started to enter.

By then, the time for the concert to start was getting closer.

As time passed, someone finally arrived at Li Changlin and his group’s seats; it was a woman, a very voluptuous woman.

"Ziwei, you take the middle seat," said Li Changlin to Qian Ziwei as he saw the woman.

"Okay," Qian Ziwei quickly got up and swapped places with Li Changlin.

"Hello," the voluptuous woman said as she turned her head towards them upon hearing Li Changlin’s voice and gave Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei a friendly greeting.

Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei, both of gentle disposition, warmly responded to her greeting upon seeing she had taken the initiative.

The voluptuous woman seemed to be quite sociable, and upon seeing that Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei were easy to talk to, she struck up a conversation with them.

However, the voluptuous woman seemed to also be avoiding any suspicion, as she would occasionally exchange a word or two with Li Changlin but mainly spoke more with Qian Ziwei.

In their conversation, the three of them exchanged names. It turned out that the voluptuous woman was named Yang Liying, a CEO of an entertainment company, and she had come specifically to attend Luo Tianyi’s concert, being her ultimate fan.

"Wha-, what, Sister Yang, are you saying that the mystery guest at this concert is really Luo Tianyi?" Upon hearing Yang Liying’s introduction, Qian Ziwei was both shocked and delighted.

She had seen Luo Tianyi in person earlier that afternoon at Tingxuan Square and had also heard her sing two songs, but Qian Ziwei felt that it was still not enough.

"Yes, it’s Luo Tianyi." Yang Liying nodded, confirming the news, which was not a secret insider. She had some collaborations with Xuyang Opera House, so she had received the insider news well in advance.

"That’s just wonderful." Qian Ziwei clasped her hands together joyfully, finding Luo Tianyi’s songs truly captivating.

In this world, besides Li Changlin’s singing, Luo Tianyi was Qian Ziwei’s favorite singer.

"Ziwei Sister, it’s fine for you to like Tian Yi, but you shouldn’t neglect the feelings of those around you." At this moment, Yang Liying suddenly made a move, reaching out to hold one of Qian Ziwei’s slender hands, gently caressing it, and while touching, she smiled and said, "Li Changlin is your boyfriend, right? He’s so handsome, you should really keep an eye on him!"

"I have confidence in my husband." Qian Ziwei felt a bit awkward, as Yang Liying’s actions were a bit too intimate, and she was quite uncomfortable.

Although Yang Liying was also a woman, Qian Ziwei had never had such an intimate contact with anyone other than Li Changlin.

So as Qian Ziwei spoke, she quietly exerted strength, trying to extricate her hand without causing a scene.

But who would have guessed that Yang Liying seemed to have anticipated this, as her hands clung to Qian Ziwei, making it hard for Qian Ziwei to break free for the moment.

Being fundamentally kind-hearted, Qian Ziwei knew that Yang Liying was just an ordinary woman, so she dared not use her strength recklessly.

Otherwise, with Qian Ziwei’s level of Mingjin mastery, how could Yang Liying possibly have been able to hold onto her hand.

"Ziwei, you’re wrong there," Yang Liying stated, not intending to let go at all.

On the contrary, Qian Ziwei’s struggle seemed to have slightly excited her.

She quietly moved a little closer, pressing her body against Qian Ziwei’s. Suddenly, she whispered in Qian Ziwei’s ear, "Ziwei, it seems like you two haven’t consummated your relationship yet."

After saying this, Yang Liying blew gently on Qian Ziwei’s earlobe.

"Ah!" Instantly, Qian Ziwei couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.

That spot was very sensitive for her.

Even though Yang Liying was a woman, Qian Ziwei still felt a bit of a reaction deep down.

For some reason, Qian Ziwei only felt her body go limp all at once.

She felt utterly ashamed and angry, thinking how disgraceful she was.

So awkward, so frustrating, how could she be like this!

"What’s the matter, Ziwei, do you feel unwell?" Hearing Qian Ziwei’s soft cry, Yang Liying became even more excited.

She had quietly let go of one hand and then reached around from behind Qian Ziwei, gently enclosing Qian Ziwei’s slender waist.

Her hand rested on Qian Ziwei’s waist, starting to stroke softly.

"Yang, Sister Yang," Qian Ziwei shook violently, calling out with a parched tongue, "Sister Yang, let go of me."