How Did the Top-Tier Male Lead Fall in Love With Me? 67

Chapter 67

“Is it a confession? Is this song a confession??”

“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, did sister-in-law also come to the concert?”

“Sisters in the VIP section, be a little more proactive. Hurry up and see if sister-in-law is here!!!”

“The confession is of course for us! Where is there a sister-in-law? I didn’t see one anyway.”

In his seven years since his debut, Meng Huaizhi had never sung such a direct and revealing love song.

Coupled with the recent rumors of a sister-in-law, no matter how one listened to this song, the “you” that was repeatedly mentioned seemed to be sung for a specific person.

Facing the chattering audience, Meng Huaizhi made a shushing gesture again, “Next, I have a few more words I want to say to you.”

The noisy discussion was put on pause and replaced by a uniform support slogan, “Meng Huaizhi” again and again.

And the person who was admired by tens of thousands on stage had a faint expression, his eyebrows lowered as he slowly said, “What have I done to deserve to be worshipped by you as a god? In fact, I’m just an ordinary mortal.”

Tens of thousands of fans frantically waved their light sticks and shouted loudly.

“The voice of an angel, Meng Huaizhi!”

“Meng Huaizhi! You deserve it! You are our god!!”

“Southern oranges and northern trifoliate oranges, only love for Huaizhi…”

Meng Huaizhi’s lips curled slightly, and he smiled at his adoring fans. His gaze was empty, and everyone felt as if that gaze was on them.

Then he was heard to say again, “Seven years… what a long time. Thank you for your love, which has been like a day for several years.”

In the darkness, he stood under that one and only spotlight. Countless people had merged with the darkness, looking at the only light on the huge stage from afar, listening to his unreserved confession, and their eyes had reddened without them realizing it.

The fans were hoarse, trying their best to tell him in the dark audience: It’s not just seven years. In the next seven years and another seven years, we will always, always like you and follow you.

Meng Huaizhi held the microphone and lowered his head again, whispering softly.

“But it wasn’t until not long ago that I knew…”

“It turns out that someone has always liked me, for longer than seven years, for a longer time.”

“Now I want to tell him, me too.”

The fans gradually heard that something was not right. The neat support slogan was suddenly broken up. Everyone was whispering to each other, and they remembered the encore song just now.

A confession to everyone, but sung only for one person.

“In the past seven years, I gave them to music, to you.”

Meng Huaizhi put down the guitar he was holding and stood up.

The stadium, which could hold ten thousand people, was silent for a moment.

In that moment of silence, he took out the silver necklace chain from his collar.

On the close-up big screen, the audience below could clearly see the pendant that he had hidden in his clothes throughout the concert.

It was a ring with an embedded diamond, and the silver and white fragments at the corners were like stars.

The white T-shirt did not cover his forearm, and he had deliberately used his left hand, so everyone could see the conspicuous “M” tattoo on the inside of his wrist.

Fair skin, a sparkling necklace, a dark green tattoo.

He slowly raised his arm, his wrist facing outwards. The “M” tattoo was upside down, becoming a “W,” another letter, another meaning.

Someone was staring at the upside-down tattoo in a daze, while someone else was staring at the ring pendant he was holding between his fingertips.

He brought the ring to his lips and kissed it, gently and tenderly.

He took the microphone from the microphone stand with his right hand, and he finally finished his unfinished words.

“For the rest of my life, I only want to give it to one person.”

The light and soft voice was even more shocking than any musical bombardment. In the huge stadium, a storm was instantly stirred up.

The fans’ exclamations, screams, cries, and pleas were like a chaotic wind, like a surging wave.

And Meng Huaizhi under the spotlight still had a cold and clear face, with a hint of a faint gentleness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, which only the person closest to him could see clearly.

He put the microphone back on the microphone stand, walked to a corner of the stage, and walked to the edge of the dark stage.

Then he said in a voice that only one person could hear.

“I love you.”

Meng Huaizhi paused for a moment at the edge of the stage and suddenly jumped down, his figure melting into the darkness.

“Did Huai-ge go to change his clothes? Will he come back…”

“Isn’t there always an encore session? I want to hear Scorching Summer again!”

“Why do I have a bad feeling… He specially sang the last song of the new album just now…”

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

The voices behind him were messy and rising and falling. Shen Wu couldn’t hear clearly, but he saw the person walking towards him, his hazy figure gradually becoming clear.

Then a fair and slender hand reached out.

“Let’s run away.”

That hand had just been holding a priceless diamond microphone on stage, but now it was holding another person’s warm hand.

Shen Wu was pulled up and followed Meng Huaizhi’s footsteps in a daze.

They walked into a darker and darker place together, but this darkness did not evoke the slightest fear, but brought an inexplicable tension.

His heart was pounding, deafening.

The thousands of fans, whether laughing or crying, were left behind by them. The brilliant light sticks were left behind by them. They walked quietly in the darkness, carefully stepping over the tangled cables, pushing open one door, and then another.

Soon, they could no longer hear the noisy voices from the stadium.

They walked side by side into the quiet and peaceful night.

“Are we leaving now? Aren’t you going to change your clothes and remove your makeup first?” Shen Wu asked in confusion.

“Mm, when the fans start to leave later, it will be hard to run away,” Meng Huaizhi answered seriously.

He said “run away” again, and it sounded very serious.

Shen Wu also seriously considered this absurd and romantic proposal, and a smile that was more beautiful than a musical melody bloomed on his lips, “Okay, let’s run away.”

Meng Huaizhi turned his head to the side, the corner of his lips also slightly raised, “Mm, shh.”

They went out from the back door of the stadium. Meng Huaizhi was probably well-prepared and had parked his car in the open-air parking lot across the street, firmly believing that the most dangerous place was the safest place.

The two of them quietly crossed the road, passing one car after another with dark glass windows.

Sitting in the safe car, Shen Wu had just finished listening to the wonderful concert, and his spirits were still high. He estimated that Meng Huaizhi was the same and asked, “Where are we going now?”

Meng Huaizhi first started the car and then replied, “It’s eleven o’clock at night now. What do you think?”

Shen Wu thought, “Mm…”

It’s too late. Why not go home and sleep?

…Sleep together?

The last song and the last confession of Meng Huaizhi were still imprinted in his mind, which made it a little difficult for him to speak.

Because of embarrassment.

Without Shen Wu having to make a decision, the scenery outside the window had already started to recede rapidly. Meng Huaizhi seemed to have a clear destination.

About half an hour later, the car drove near the new development area, and after crossing a large bridge, on the other side were brightly lit and towering buildings.

Meng Huaizhi suddenly spoke, “We’ll be there after we cross the bridge. It’s still early. Do you want to walk over?”

“Huh?” Shen Wu was taken aback for a moment and looked at his phone. “Eleven-thirty… mm, it is quite early.”

He was quite happy to cooperate with the high-and-mighty flower male lead’s humor.

Meng Huaizhi’s lips curled, “Then I’ll park the car and have my assistant come and drive it away. Let’s get out.”

The night at the end of July was no longer as cold as winter.

The sun was scorching during the day, and the stadium was also in full swing. It was only at this moment, when he got out of the car by the open bridge, that Shen Wu felt a long-lost coolness.

His mood was inexplicably relaxed. The two of them walked side by side onto the deserted bridge at night.

Under the bridge was a quiet river, and the night wind brought a slight dampness, a feeling that was hard to experience in the dry climate of the capital city.

The world was quiet, with occasional cars speeding by.

The cars late at night would not stop for two insignificant pedestrians, but Shen Wu couldn’t help but be scared. When they had crossed the river and were about to get off the bridge, he pulled on Meng Huaizhi, “Let’s get off the bridge now and walk from below.”

Meng Huaizhi took his hand, “Okay.”

On a walk at night, all external things seemed superfluous. The city lights in the distance replaced the stars in the night sky, but they were also as unchanging as the stars, so much so that Shen Wu could not even feel the passage of time.

Suddenly, Meng Huaizhi stopped, and the hand holding his was even tighter.

Shen Wu looked up in confusion.

Meng Huaizhi said, “It’s twelve o’clock.”

Shen Wu: “Mm?”

Meng Huaizhi held his fingers tightly, and his other hand wrapped around him from behind, and then he said to him by his lips, “Happy birthday.”

The first second of Shen Wu’s 24th year was a scorching kiss.

It might have lasted for dozens of seconds, or hundreds of seconds, or a few minutes?

He felt that time was both still and flowing. It was only when Meng Huaizhi let go of him that he saw Meng Huaizhi’s eyes, which were as deep as the river behind him.

It was only at this moment that Shen Wu had some sense of reality about this night.

He had gone to Meng Huaizhi’s concert, had inexplicably gotten a new English name, had sat in a unique vvvip seat, had waved a light stick with thousands of fans, but Meng Huaizhi on stage had only cast his gaze on him.

Meng Huaizhi had sung a new song from his new album Distracted Heart, called Deity.

Meng Huaizhi had sung, “You are my deity.”

Just as being overly scared would lead to being unable to move, Shen Wu’s reflex arc seemed to have gone around the city in a big circle. It was only now that a blush slowly crept up his earlobes.

Meng Huaizhi had told all his fans, “For the rest of my life, I only want to give it to one person.”

Meng Huaizhi had also said, “I love you.”

Even in the night, Meng Huaizhi could see his face slowly turning a color similar to his lips.

Meng Huaizhi couldn’t help it and lightly kissed him on the cheek again.

After a long while, Shen Wu opened his mouth in a daze and asked a question that seemed to be tinged with alcohol, both slow and stammering, “Then, that last song, was… was it a birthday gift for me…?”

Meng Huaizhi’s lips curled in pleasure, “But when it was my birthday, you didn’t seem to sing for me, nor did you say you loved me?”

Shen Wu: “…” So what does this mean?

Meng Huaizhi’s expression was serious, and he spoke again, “That was my confession to you.”

The paparazzi who had followed the two of them all the way on the bridge had a fruitful harvest.

This time, the paparazzi’s idea was to “extort” a sum from M+ Entertainment. This kind of explosive romance bombshell should… should… need to be suppressed, right?

The next morning, the paparazzi contacted the public relations department of M+ Entertainment with some uncertainty.

Du Chen was not surprised to hear this and directly refused to negotiate the price, “We’re not buying the photos. You can expose them, but President Meng needs you to post them at a designated time.”

“…A designated time?” The paparazzi was puzzled, but his mind turned quickly. “Then, that will also be charged!”

“No problem,” Du Chen was very straightforward.

Then there was a few seconds of silence. When the paparazzi asked about the time again, Du Chen spoke again, shyly.

Even through the phone, one could feel his desire to find a hole to crawl into, completely unlike the decisive manner he had had just now.

“Ahem… just today, at 13:14,” Du Chen conveyed the boss’s request with difficulty. It was embarrassing just to repeat it. “As for the photos, choose some good-looking ones and hurry up and prepare them. And remember to wish Shen Wu a happy 24th birthday.”