His and Her Forever Love - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Was She a Nymphomaniac? (1)
While the main entrance to the hotel was exceptionally busy with throngs of people buzzing with activity, the back door, by contrast, was deserted and quiet, with literally no pedestrians.

A black Maserati had stopped there. It was Jiang Beihan’s car.

As soon as the car had rolled up, someone ran forward and opened the car door.

“Sir.” Nodding, Jiang Beihan got out of the car.

Song Wenxin followed suit and alighted quickly. Looking up, she noticed that they were at the back entrance to the hotel and was puzzled.

“Why are we entering through the back door?” she asked. She did not mind one way or the other, but she just felt that it was weird that Jiang Beihan, the big boss attending the product launch of a label under his own company, should have to use the back door.

Jiang Beihan gave her a quick glance and said, “If you want to become the focus of the press, I don’t mind taking you inside through the front entrance.”

At his words, Song Wenxin finally understood why. It was because he did not want the press to take photos of him. He was, indeed, a low-key kind of guy.

Then, his assistant stole a glance at his watch and said respectfully to Jiang Beihan, “Sir, time to go in. The launch will begin in ten minutes.”

Pursing his lips, Jiang Beihan replied, “Yep.” Then he walked in, taking big strides!

Song Wenxin quickly followed closely behind him, as though she was worried about getting lost!

…

It was a huge hotel and, for today, the entire hotel had been booked for the product launch.

Except for the invited press, celebrities, some successful people, and staff members, no other people were allowed entry.

Since this was Song Wenxin’s first encounter with such a large-scale event, she was a tad excited.

The launch venue looked magnificent. Everything, from the lavish layout to the lighting, oozed luxury and class.

Everything here piqued Song Wenxin’s sense of curiosity as she looked around the venue with much interest.

In her heart, she harbored a longing for the future—the hope that her own designs would, one day, be launched at a venue like this…

As part of the layout for the launch, a runway had been installed to be used as a catwalk by the models who would be presenting the new line of clothing to the audience later.

Seating arrangements had been installed on either side of the runway for the invited audience to view the show.

While the press had to wait their scheduled time to enter the venue, the guests that had been invited to the show were entering the venue in a steady stream. Song Wenxin spotted several familiar-looking male and female celebrities, adding star power and pomp to this grand event.

For Song Wenxin, this was the first time in her life that she had seen so many celebrities and A-listers.

Although she was not a groupie, the atmosphere of the venue stirred up an impulse in her, making her want to walk up to them with her phone and ask for a photo to be taken with them.

However, any impulse that she might have had was instantly suppressed when she stole a glance at the emotionless Jiang Beihan beside her.

If she had really gone ahead with her impulsive act, he would definitely say that she was inconveniencing him!

…

Seeing Jiang Beihan make his appearance, a few of the celebrities that had already been seated quickly rose from their chairs and walked over to greet him.

“Mr. Jiang, you’re here!”

“It’s beyond our expectation to meet with you here today. Truly honored.”

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The other party’s tone, including the way they looked at Jiang Beihan, all spelled immense respect.

In the entertainment industry, the status of the handful of celebrities that had rushed forward to greet Jiang Beihan was not considered lowly. Song Wenxin watched as these celebrities who, in the presence of their fans, usually appeared to be condescending, seemingly superior and unreachable, acted all friendly and polite with Jiang Beihan. Silently, she lamented that such was the reality in the world today—that, indeed, a person’s status was dictated solely by their wealth.

But Jiang Beihan’s handsome face was unfathomable, not displaying any exceptional emotion—his dark eyes looking them over mildly, not intending to respond.

The other party appeared a little embarrassed, but they got the message loud and clear and walked away.

At that time, the assistant approached him and advised in a low voice, “Sir, the lounge is ready for you.”