On the weekend, I deliberately wore a loose outfit so that I could hide my little belly if I stuffed myself full.
However, when I arrived at the appointed place, I wondered if this was really a place for a hearty meal?
It was a high - end private club. On the long dining table, there were only champagne, red wine, and some snacks.
It wasn't a public place for ordinary people to dine. It was even more secluded than some high - end restaurants. Rong Bo even sent bodyguards to escort me in.
I finally understood why I'd never bumped into wealthy tycoons at dining places.
I used to think they never ate out, but it turned out they were all holed up in places like this.
The club was quite sumptuously decorated, but what was even more high - end were the guests.
Looking around, I saw all the bigwigs in the fashion industry!
I even spotted a makeup artist I used to adore!
He was talking to Rong Bo.
Rong Bo glanced sideways and motioned for me to come over with his eyes. I scurried over quickly. The master also looked over and gave me a smile. "Hey, isn't this Xingzai?"
I greeted him respectfully, "Hello, teacher. Hello, teacher."
The master was very surprised. "Are you and Mr. Rong friends, Xingzai?"
Me: …
How should I put it?
To say I was his girlfriend seemed premature.
To say I was his friend, I felt I didn't quite measure up.
Just as I was feeling awkward, Rong Bo saved me from the embarrassment. "Miss Song is my exclusive image consultant."
"Oh?" The master said suggestively, "No wonder Mr. Rong has such good taste in clothes. Xingzai has good taste."
Although I knew it was just the master's polite talk, I still played along. "You're overpraising me, teacher. It's mainly because Mr. Rong has such good looks."
The master said, "Xingzai is just too modest. Let's have a chat sometime. Have my assistant set up a time. You young people have a much more avant - garde vision than us old folks."
It was really like having a big tree to shelter under.
I remembered that last time we sincerely invited him to come to our live - stream and do my makeup. He clearly said he "didn't have the time" and then had his assistant quote us an astronomical appearance fee.
After that encounter,
a makeup artist I once adored
became a makeup artist I used to adore.
I still forced a smile and said, "Thank you, teacher. You're a busy person. There's no need to waste your time on a small fry like me."
The master: …
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he left in a huff.
Rong Bo looked at me. "Do you have a feud?"
Me: "I, Xingzai, hold grudges. I'm not some sycophantic lapdog that'll wag its tail for a bone. He's giving you face, but I'm not necessarily willing to give him the chance to owe you a favor."
Rong Bo scolded me, "You little fox."
I had to admit that bigwigs knew how to handle things.
They were so thorough in matters of human relationships.
All I did was, out of an ally's position, help him clarify a little bit to tens of millions of fans.
Was it really necessary to reward me with such a grand gift?
The guest list tonight was incredibly powerful.
If it weren't for Rong Bo's introduction, I wouldn't have believed that this was just a birthday party for a fashion magazine editor - in - chief and his friends.
Looking around, everyone was an elite in the industry.
It gathered top - notch talents from the clothing, beauty, and advertising and marketing industries.
I met more industry bigwigs in this one night than I had in several years of working.
Since this was the bigwig's reward for me,
I'd better accept it gracefully and enjoy it to the fullest.
Rong Bo's face was like an all - access pass.
Whenever I wanted to strike up a conversation with someone, I just had to stand beside him and act boldly.
I benefited a great deal this night.
But I also had many feelings.
The most regrettable thing was that I didn't eat anything. I was too busy chatting with people and even ignored Rong Bo.
After it ended, I left with him. I said a heartfelt thought to him, "I can save decades of hard work by being with you."
Rong Bo: …
I burst out laughing. "Don't be scared. I don't mean I want to marry you!"
I sighed and said, "It's just... I don't want to work hard anymore."
Rong Bo: …
Me: "Brother Bo, don't be scared. What I mean is, I used to plan to strive my whole life with these seniors as my goals. But after tonight, I'm like a person who's been standing at the foot of a mountain and suddenly reaches the top, only to find that the view in front of me isn't what I want. Fortunately, I discovered this early. If I'd found out later, wouldn't my whole life have been wasted?"
I was even shocked that such words came out of my mouth. Before, no matter how much my dad tried to persuade me to quit this line of work, I wouldn't listen. But after just one banquet with Rong Bo, my attitude towards this had completely changed.
I said, "Low - cost, high - profit, and successful marketing strategies are all aimed at stimulating young people to consume crazily to achieve the high return on investment that investors want. So what if a company goes public? So what if the product sales reach billions? It goes against my original intention by a long shot. Even if it goes public and is a huge success, I may not really feel happy at that moment. After all, I became a blogger just to share really good things with everyone. I've suddenly had a brand - new understanding of life. I was too arrogant and too much of a follower. I'm only 22 years old. There's still so much for me to learn and think about."
I didn't know how much of what I said Rong Bo had listened to. All he replied with was one word, "Hmm."
I didn't care.
I just took it as his affirmation.
I gratefully said to him again, "Mr. Rong, you're being too kind. I just did you a little favor, but you specially brought me to this banquet and gave me such a valuable life lesson."
Rong Bo: "What favor?"
Me: …
Huh?
What favor?
Didn't you suddenly treat me so well to repay my act of standing up for you?
I said, "It was when I spoke up for you during the live - stream that day..."
Rong Bo: "What did you say?"
Me: …
No way!
He couldn't possibly not know about this, could he?
Then all my self - indulgent feelings for so long... What did that make me?
AAAAAAAH! How embarrassing! I'm dying of shame!
I twitched the corner of my mouth. "It's nothing."
No.
If he didn't even know that I'd stood up for him out of self - righteousness,
then why was he being so nice to me today?
Why did he bring me to meet so many top bigwigs in the industry...
Then, Mr. Rong Bo said something that made me want to die of embarrassment a million times over and flee the earth and never show my face again. "I just needed a female companion tonight, that's all."
Me: !!!!!!!
Oh my god! I was strutting around the whole place with him like a proud peacock just now!
I thought he was touched by my loyalty and was willing to be ignored by me the whole night!
It turned out he knew nothing and just brought me along as a tool!
Song Wenxing, with all this daydreaming, you should just write novels instead of being a beauty blogger!
I took a deep breath and said to Rong Bo with a smile, "Sorry, it was a misunderstanding."
Rong Bo: "Hmm."
Me: "I'll go back first. Bye."
Rong Bo: "Bye."
As soon as I got in the car, I took out my phone, found Rong Bo's social media account, blocked him, and deleted him!
Farewell, beautiful world! Farewell, brilliant galaxy! Goodbye, universe!