Young Master Fu’s Incredible Real Heiress

When it was almost time, she heard her name, reached out to pick up the microphone, and walked towards the stage.

Deafening shouts came from the audience: "Shi Jin! Shi Jin! Shi Jin!"

Shi Jin pursed her lips, and when a beam of chasing light hit her, the audience was even more boiling.

She stepped on the beat and sang.

A high-pitched and bright voice cut through a stream of air in the sky.

The sweet sound entered everyone's auricles, like a numbness like an electric shock.

The enthusiasm of the fans was mobilized, and they waved their hands and sang along.

It's better to shout loudly than to sing.

Shi Jin looked at the pair of hands waving in the lights under the stage, and his eyes became more and more firm and calm.

There were no less than 10,000 people in the audience, but she suddenly felt a familiar gaze looking at her seriously.

Shi Jin subconsciously looked in that direction, among the chaotic lights and silhouettes, she couldn't see who was standing there.

But she felt something in her heart, as if she knew who was standing there.

Her eyes didn't stop there.

The strong rhythmic music stopped, and a tender love song entered.

Shi Jin picked up the microphone, and her voice had a faint ending that seemed to tick people's hearts.

"You ask me how much I love you

I love you so much..."

The noise under the stage also calmed down, and everyone sang and whispered along with her.

The light is gentle and warm, like the sunshine in the afternoon of spring, shining down on the world.

Shi Jin finally saw clearly that in the front row, Fu Xiuyuan was standing there quietly, the lights flickered on his chiseled face, casting clear layers of light and dark shadows.

He stood tall and stood tall and stood out among the crowd, but no one could influence him whether everyone was making noise or singing along.

His face was calm but his eyes were frantic, staring at the people on the stage for a moment.

When he finally met Shi Jin's eyes, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise a little.

Shi Jin also showed a smile, her thin crimson lips were always cold, but at this moment her red lips were curved, and the slender eyeliner at the end of her eyes seemed to be curved and tangled.

The big screen captured this scene in a timely manner and put her smiling face in front of everyone.

There was a burst of screams from fans from the audience, and some people continued to cry frantically, "Shi Jin, Shi Jin..."

Fu Xiuyuan's ears were filled with these voices, but only Shi Jin could be seen in his eyes, and only her voice was touching in his ears.

Someone on the left and right would occasionally squeeze him, but he didn't care, and his eyes only stayed on one person.

After the song sung by Shi Jin, she quickly returned to the backstage, put down the microphone and the ear, and turned to go out.

She was surrounded by a lot of reporters, most of whom came from the competition site: "Shi Jin, how do you feel about the competition today? Can you win the prize?"

"Is today's problem difficult? Can you share with us how to study?"

"You laughed when you sang "The Moon Represents My Heart" on the stage just now. What's the reason? Do you have someone you like?"

A coldness flashed across Shi Jin's brows and eyes, feeling a little impatient with these reporters who suddenly came around.

She raised her eyes and saw Fu Xiuyuan striding from a distance. She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Yes, I have someone I like. That song was sung to him."

"Who is he? Can you reveal it to us?"

"Shi Jin, are you in love?"

"Shi Jin, can you share a little more about him with us?"

Fu Xiuyuan and Yao Jiahong came over the reporters and took a step forward. Yao Jiahong blocked all the reporters, while Fu Xiuyuan quickly took her and broke through from the reporters.

When the reporter came back to his senses, Fu Xiuyuan had disappeared with Shi Jin.

Yao Jiahong said to everyone with a good attitude: "Everyone wants to interview Shi Jin, we will make an appointment alone next time."

All the reporters were so annoyed, why didn't they take pictures of the man just now?

However, everyone comforts themselves, maybe it's just bodyguards?

Shi Jin got into Fu Xiuyuan's car, and his breathing was still a little short. It was really not easy to break through the crowd of reporters.

The car drove very fast, driving forward at an almost speeding speed.

The summer air still had a trace of scorching heat, and after passing the high speed of the car, it slapped on the face, but it remained a little cool.

Fu Xiuyuan's slender fingers pressed against the steering wheel, his face became more and more three-dimensional, like a painting carefully sketched by an artist.

Shi Jin looked at his face, and suddenly felt that the song she sang tonight was simply not enough.

Thinking like this, there was a lot of music in her chest, constantly jumping out of her mind.

"Want to sing me to you

While you are young now

Let the flowers bloom

Decorate your years my branches

Who can replace you?"

Hearing Shi Jin's singing, Fu Xiuyuan's hand stayed on the steering wheel for a few seconds, and then he let out a calm and clear laughter, which was mixed into her lyrics.

Shi Jin's voice changed, and he changed the lyrics and music:

"You know even if the rain turns the city upside down

i will hug you

I can't stand seeing your back come

Write down my grievances that are hard to endure every second."

The more she sang, the more indescribable emotions were surging in her heart.

It seems that they have all accumulated together, as if the shackles in the heart have been untied, and everything is in the new life.

Her hair was blown up by the wind, and her hair was flying all over her head, just like her mood.

She hooked her fingers in her hair, remembered another song, and sang:

“if i had to live my life without you near me

the days would all be empty

the nights would seem so long

you i see forever oh so clearly

i might have been in love before

but i've never felt this strong"

The car stopped in a clearing, and her singing had not stopped.

Fu Xiuyuan put his left hand on the steering wheel, stretched out his right hand, pinched her chin, moved her gaze over to meet his.

Shi Jin couldn't help laughing, and the singing stopped.

"Why don't you sing?"

"It's more important to see the person in front of you."

Fu Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows and leaned closer to her: "Does it look good?"

"Very."

"You could have more." His thin lips approached, right in front of him.

The hot air that spit out, with a cold and pine scent, is complicated and contradictory, but it smells exceptionally good.

Shi Jin took the initiative to kiss her unceremoniously.

The man who returned in exchange responded enthusiastically to a long kiss.

...

That night.

Chu Jiazheng invites friends to celebrate her college entrance examination results.

With the help of the teacher Shi Xuexin found, she changed to another high school. This time, her college entrance examination score was in the early 50s.

This result is not a worthy achievement in the second middle school.

But in the not-so-great high school where she is now, it is worth writing a book about.