The advertisement shoot was scheduled at Q ing Corporation.
Bai Ning and several executives went downstairs to greet Song Yaxuan.
A black Bentley pulled up. Song Yaxuan, sporting sunglasses, stepped out.
At seventeen, he already boasted millions of fans, his aura radiating a rebellious and uninhibited energy.
Bai Ning stepped forward.
Bai Ning: "Mr. Song, hello. I'm Bai Ning, the person in charge of this shoot."
Song Yaxuan didn't seem to hear her, launching into a complaint:
Song Yaxuan: "It's so hot! Why didn't you bring an umbrella? Is the set ready? And get me a coffee from that place downtown…"
Mid-sentence, he caught sight of the woman's face and froze.
Song Yaxuan: "Whoa, Ningning Jie! Am I dreaming?"
He removed his sunglasses, still looking incredulous. He excitedly embraced her.
Song Yaxuan: "Ningning Jie? What are you doing here? In charge? Shouldn't you be backpacking around the world or lounging on a king-size bed?"
Bai Ning patted his head, smiling.
Bai Ning: "Zai Zai, long time no see. What did you say you wanted to drink?"
Song Yaxuan: "Nothing! What do you want, Jie? I'll get it for you."
Everyone was stunned. Song Yaxuan hugging Bai Ning, Bai Ning patting his head, Song Yaxuan offering to get her a drink?
Was this the same Song Yaxuan, the little tyrant they knew?
Was it because Bai Ning was Qin Feng's fiancée? But that didn't make sense; Song Yaxuan was arrogant even around Qin Feng.
Bai Ning and Song Yaxuan had known each other for two years. Song Yaxuan, then fifteen, had been filming in the countryside, near Bai Ning's home. He'd been kidnapped, and Bai Ning had unexpectedly rescued him.
Witnessing the girl effortlessly subdue the kidnappers, Song Yaxuan had been awestruck. Bai Ning took him home, and the sight of her estate, larger than any palace, had left him speechless.
In Song Yaxuan's eyes, Bai Ning was, simply put, the most badass person he knew.