I only submission to you

Chapter 2

As soon as Fu Qinghuai's words fell, the elegant room became silent for a moment.

Does Cang Yue auction

antiques and have the seller read the signing document out loud?

Jiang Nong's gaze, hidden under her

long eyelashes, shifted abruptly from the mysterious Buddha pattern on the man's exquisite hand to his

face—

At that moment, she saw that Fu Qinghuai had already closed his eyes quietly. The luxurious

chandelier above cast a cold light on his handsome face, giving his features a frosty, unreal sheen.

He looked excessively aloof.

Confusion flashed in her eyes. The secretary beside her respectfully took

the signing document from Fu Qinghuai's hand and handed it back to Jiang Nong.

The secretary then

personally moved a chair closer to the luxurious black sofa, so quietly that it didn't make a sound on

the thick, dark-patterned carpet.

At the same time, the secretary lowered his voice to a whisper:

"Please sit down and read this out loud, Miss Jiang."

Read it out loud?

Jiang Nong glanced at the few

lines on the thin signing document and slowly sat down in front of the chair.

Her family had always

been conservative and traditional. Even when wearing a cheongsam, she would sew it a few inches

higher, and her sitting posture was naturally upright and proper. But her expression was evidently not

so relaxed, perhaps because she was too close.

It was strange.

Usually, when she hosted news programs at

the station, facing countless viewers in front of the camera, she could report calmly regardless of

the situation. Yet, reading the content of this signing document in front of her now, Jiang Nong's

voice unexpectedly carried a rare tremor.

After finally finishing the last line, the atmosphere in the

room returned to silence.

A few seconds passed.

Fu Qinghuai's clear and slightly hoarse voice sounded

again: "Continue reading."

These three words, seemingly seamless, wrapped around her tender earlobes

with a slight scorching sensation, making Jiang Nong instinctively want to avoid it. In those few

seconds, she couldn't help but wonder...

Why keep reading this?

At this moment, Jiang Nong didn't know

if he recognized her.

With a secret that she couldn't speak out, she was very confused but didn't want

to refuse him.

So, she opened her lips and read the signing document from beginning to end again.

As the

antique clock on the counter slowly pointed to seven o'clock, the golden morning light silently fell

on the long, gorgeous tail feathers of the white peacock in the oil painting, casting a layer of

extremely illusory and fine light.

Fu Qinghuai didn't speak again, nor did Jiang Nong stop.

Her

originally clear and soft voice unconsciously added a few degrees of languid hoarseness, faintly

enticing.

It wasn't until the secretary standing by signaled with his eyes that she could stop.

Jiang

Nong lightly pressed her pale lips together, her gaze finally moved away from the thin paper. Her

trembling eyelashes formed a faint arc, like ink slowly spreading.

When she looked up, her voice was

low and soft: "Okay."

The secretary paused for a second, then hid his amazement and politely asked her

to leave.

Jiang Nong understood the deeper meaning behind it. Even the sound of her steps on the carpet

was light as she stood up from the chair. When she reached the door of the elegant room, she paused

for a moment, her watery eyes passing over the glass screen behind her.

The secretary seemed to notice

Jiang Nong's confusion and simply said, "Mr. Fu often has insomnia..."

After returning the signing

document to Cang Yue, Jiang Nong didn't stay long. When she walked out of the old villa alone, she

looked at the light yellow osmanthus flowers falling all over the ground, lost in thought for a while,

and slowly took out a white handkerchief.

By ten o'clock, she was back at her apartment.

Wearing a white

soft satin bathrobe, Jiang Nong came out of the bathroom, freshly bathed. There were still traces of

water on her cheeks and neck, as if the water had soaked into her skin, emitting a faint fragrance

that quietly spread throughout the room.

She walked back to the bed on the carpet and lay down, curling

her slender body almost entirely inside, her black hair falling down.

A moment later.

No matter how hard

she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. The words the secretary had revealed echoed in her mind—

Insomnia?

Jiang Nong thought for a moment. Since she entered the elegant room, she had seen that he

hadn't been very awake.

His lazy, closed-eyed appearance didn't seem like someone coming to auction a

pair of mandarin duck pillows, but more like someone looking for a place to sleep at Cang Yue.

After

pondering for a while, Jiang Nong lifted her head from the soft white quilt, reached out, and found

her phone lying beside the pillow.

The screen lit up with a gentle tap of her fingertips. She pressed

her lips together and found Ji Ruzhuo's contact, editing a text message: [Ruzhuo. The director of the

station, Kang Yanshuo, who was supposed to attend the Cang Yue auction, didn't show up. Instead, a

distinguished guest whose name was not on the list attended. He...]

Who could he be?

Editing up to this

point, Jiang Nong's fingers paused, hesitating whether to ask or not.

Suddenly, her phone rang just in

time.

The light illuminated her eyelashes, which shone with fine light. Seeing that it was a call from

Ji Ruzhuo, she unhesitatingly answered it.

"Did everything go well?" The man's gentle voice came

through clearly, unhurriedly.

"Yes," Jiang Nong replied softly. "The auction went smoothly, but

unfortunately, I didn't meet Director Kang."

"Having a famous beauty from the news broadcasting

industry to host for me, I didn't expect anything to go wrong..." Ji Ruzhuo's flattering words were

pleasant to hear, and he explained, "This time, Kang Yanshuo had an urgent matter and couldn't attend.

I'll find another opportunity for you next time."

Jiang Nong wanted to privately meet Kang Yanshuo to

discuss being transferred to the midnight live broadcast.

Fortunately, she was as calm as water and

patiently waited for the right time.

After a brief chat, Ji Ruzhuo mentioned her moving house.

The

apartment where Jiang Nong lived was filled with the scent of osmanthus flowers during the late autumn

blooming season. For ordinary people, it was pleasant, but she was allergic to the fragrance, which

could even trigger asthma.

When Ji Ruzhuo mentioned this, Jiang Nong took a pillow beside her and

looked at the branches outside the window in a daze.

In her ear, she continued to listen to his calm,

low voice:

"I have a suitable place here that you can borrow."

"Asthma is no joke, Nong Nong. Consider

it."

"Okay." Jiang Nong would consider moving. The white bedroom returned to silence.

As she suddenly

realized that Ji Ruzhuo was about to hang up, a voice sprang up from within her, making her open her

mouth: "Wait a minute."

"Yes?"

Jiang Nong lightly bit her pale red lips, as if searching for a proper

excuse, then spoke after a two-second pause: "At this auction, a very distinguished and mysterious

seller attended."

"Do you know who bought the mandarin duck pillows?"

Ji Ruzhuo seemed to understand her

concern, his tone filled with a smile: "Fu Qinghuai, that's his name."

The sunlight outside the window

shone through the white curtains, Jiang Nong's eyes lowered. She was lost in thought for a while, her

fingertips unintentionally tracing the bedsheet, drawing three words very lightly on the soft, white

fabric.

"Fu Qinghuai—"

She softly said his name, and it almost vanished into the air filled with a

faint fragrance.

After catching up on sleep, Jiang Nong woke up to find it was already dark outside.

When she went to work, she usually arrived at the news center building half an hour early, and tonight

was no exception.

Upon arriving at the station, Jiang Nong headed to the makeup room, only to see

Dongzhi devouring a luxurious beef burger. One moment he was taking big bites, the next he became

reserved upon seeing her.

"Anchor Jiang..."

"Drink some water, don't choke," Jiang Nong gently reminded

him. Just as she was about to push open the glass door with her slender, white hand, Dongzhi, who was

following her, quickly opened the door, his mouth curved in a fawning smile.

"Anchor, please."

Jiang

Nong glanced at him and said, "Bring me tonight's news script."

Then she walked to her dressing table

and sat down.

The makeup artist was already prepared. Having worked at the station for so long, she had

seen many celebrities and public figures. With someone like Jiang Nong, who had a delicate yet strong

beauty, makeup was the easiest and most effortless.

Once her makeup was done.

The makeup artist hid her

amazement and mysteriously handed her an emerald green suit: "I saved this for you. No one else got

it, the color suits you perfectly."

Jiang Nong never had any particular preference for clothes on

camera; she could handle any color.

She smiled lightly at the makeup artist, expressing her gratitude.

After changing her clothes, she noticed the clock on the wall. There were still fifteen minutes until

the broadcast, and her brows furrowed slightly: "Where is Dongzhi...?"

As she spoke.

She saw him running

in from outside, his steps unsteady. He angrily handed her the news script: "Deliberately! They

definitely did it on purpose, Anchor Jiang. The script was changed last minute, and they gave it to me

just now!"

Changed the script?

Jiang Nong's eyelashes lowered slightly. She scanned the script from

beginning to end. Compared to Dongzhi's grievance, her tone remained gentle, but when it came to work,

her voice was particularly calm and cold.

"The news isn't anything major. Did the director say why they

changed it?"

Dongzhi shook his head. The people at the station were all eager to flatter those with

strong backing. It was clear they wanted to make things difficult for Jiang Nong, probably to curry

favor with Liu Taohua.

Seeing that Jiang Nong's expression remained calm as she slowly rolled up the

news script, he clutched his chest, murmuring: "Luckily, there's still a teleprompter. Otherwise, a

mistake during the live broadcast... would be disastrous."

Jiang Nong pointed a finger at him,

signaling him to be quiet.

However, Dongzhi's words seemed prophetic.

During the midnight live

broadcast, Jiang Nong sat at the desk. After a low reminder from the staff in her ear, the broadcast

officially began.

She organized the script in her hand, her long eyelashes lifted, and suddenly froze

for a second—

The teleprompter was completely black.

Facing the camera, the cold light shone from the

side, illuminating her beautiful face, her expression seeming almost translucent as if soaked in cold

water.

It was the first time she encountered such a live broadcast mishap, with a new script she had

only read through once and a malfunctioning teleprompter.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly

forced herself to calm down.

There was still one minute left.

The broadcast was about to begin.

Jiang

Nong lowered her gaze, her fingers quickly flipping through the news script.

Page by page.

Fine beads of

sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

Thirty seconds.

Ten seconds.

Suddenly, the director's deep voice

came through the earpiece: "Start."

The last page.

After quickly going through the news script in her

mind, she realized her fingers were stiff, and she let out a breath.

As she unintentionally raised her

long eyelashes, she saw a woman in a bright, seductive red dress standing behind the glass wall of the

studio, her delicate makeup accentuating her cold and charming demeanor.

She was exceptionally striking

in any setting, and at this moment, her lips curled in a visible sneer.

This face was hard to forget at

the station.

—Liu Siyou.

Jiang Nong paused briefly, then her clear voice began reading the news without

the script.

Her flawless delivery shocked those watching from outside the glass wall.

After a moment of

eerie silence, someone was dumbfounded: "The news script was new, how did Jiang Nong memorize the

whole thing?"

Someone else admired: "A few pages of paper... for a top student from the Broadcasting

Department of Communication University, it's nothing. She used to be in the Central Broadcasting

Group; her hosting skills are solid."

"..."

"She's not only a beauty but also has a celestial voice. Can

she return to the Central Broadcasting Group?"

Probably not?

In just a few seconds, everyone expressed

their thoughts.

Who didn't know that Liu Siyou had dominated the position of the station's leading lady

for years, leaving no room for talented newcomers to rise, and this time would be no exception...

At

that moment, a senior staff member answered, their gaze falling on Jiang Nong in the studio,

thoughtfully saying: "There was a rumor that Jiang Nong is the daughter of the former station

director."

But no one could confirm it, and Jiang Nong's usual conduct didn't seem like someone with a

strong background, so it was eventually forgotten.

As the live broadcast ended, Jiang Nong's hosting

skills were evident to all, and her low-profile, mysterious background was becoming one of the

station's unsolved mysteries.

However, Jiang Nong paid no attention to these rumors, showing no

interest at all.

The only thing that interested her.

Was waiting for Kang Yanshuo, who had been invited

to a national painting and calligraphy exhibition and was not at the station, to return to Licheng.

Coincidentally, Ji Ruzhuo had found her a new place to stay, and after some consideration, Jiang Nong

agreed to move.

On a weekend night, a light rain fell. The luxurious villa area was lit by warm yellow

street lamps. She looked down at the dew-covered hem of her skirt, then up, staring at the doorplate.

Her slender figure paused for a moment, almost doubting whether she had come to the wrong place if it

weren't for the clear door number.

Under the moonlight, just as she was about to walk in, she noticed a

man standing on the spacious balcony of the second floor of the neighboring villa, separated by a

tree.

Her dark, trembling pupils reflected this scene, and the world seemed to fall into silence.

The

branches couldn't hide the ink-like shadow falling on Fu Qinghuai's shirt. His long fingers casually

held a glass of wine. Under the moonlight, his thin lips slightly opened:

"Come up."