Chapter 62

Sweet Dreams Unaware of Awakening (02)

Chapter Sixty-Two

In an instant, the entire venue erupted—from hushed whispers to a roaring tide of discussion, even the celebrities themselves were unsettled. Fans watching the live stream flooded the comments, almost taking over the screen. Everyone was in awe and confusion—

“Is that the legendary, mysterious, low-key heir of Fuchun City, Fourth Young Master Huo?!”

“Wow, the organizers are way too impressive, they even managed to invite someone this big!”

“Isn’t giving the Best Supporting Actress award a bit beneath a big shot like him? It should at least be something like Best Actor or Best Actress.”

“Impossible, maybe it’s just someone with the same name. I always thought he belonged to another world!”

“Definitely fake. He’s always hidden so deeply. You can tell just by thinking about it, there’s no way he’d appear at a scene like this.”

“True or not, we’ll know when he shows up, right?”

“Here he comes! Here he comes!”

Screams pierced the air, and fans in the back rows took out binoculars. The stage lights were bright, and they clearly saw a tall, upright figure walking calmly. The handsome man wore a black shirt and black trousers, neat and tidy. His facial features were sharp and distinct, as if drawn with the finest charcoal pencil—truly perfect.

The male celebrities sitting below, all with dazzling looks, couldn’t outshine him. The aura of someone at the top, a powerful presence, a cool and moonlike temperament—no one would doubt that he was Huo Siheng.

He really appeared, in a place no one could have imagined.

The venue went from noisy to silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Seeing the man’s face, Zhong Li Fei sharply inhaled, he—he wasn’t just…

Backstage in the lounge, Tan Mian felt as if struck by five thunderbolts, her phone “pop” fell to the ground. She made a face like she’d seen a ghost: “Isn’t this Yangyang’s boyfriend?”

She rubbed her eyes desperately. Was she hallucinating, or had her brain crashed?

Or had the whole world gone magical?

“Wuh… wuh… wuh!”

Tan Mian slapped her thigh sharply, her voice cracking, “He’s actually Fourth Young Master Huo?!”

She thought she might never see the true face of such a big shot in her life, and now he was not only in sight but she had even spoken to him before!

This is too much, too much—her blood vessels were about to burst!

Ye Xi beside her asked, “Who did you just say is your boyfriend?”

Crap! Tan Mian hurriedly covered her mouth, she’d let it slip, though it seemed it didn’t matter anymore. “Sister Xi, I’ll tell you later.”

She saw that their teacher, Mu, seemed dumbstruck on stage.

Could it be… Yangyang didn’t know his true identity either?

In the close-up on the camera, Mu He was just frozen stiff.

She had lived twenty-three years, never so shocked and flustered as this moment. Her mind, as if swept by a storm, became blank. Watching a familiar yet strange man approach, she was utterly at a loss, her throat choked with countless emotions, unable to make a sound.

Xi Heng = Huo Siheng?

No matter how she tried, this equation could not exist in her mind.

The fans grew excited again:

“Hahaha why does my expression appear on her face?”

“For the first time in life! Iconic moment check-in!!”

“Shirt buttoned up tight, looks restrained but actually more enticing, irresistibly drawn to beauty”

“Has heaven favored him too much? Looks, body, background—all perfect. Any woman who marries him must have saved the universe in a past life.”

“Oh my, they look so good together, my girlish heart has melted into a pool of spring water.”

“Tsks, a real-life beauty.”

“I declare this fiery-passion couple officially locked!”

Zhong Yang CP fans: Don’t talk nonsense!

“Being rumored with Fourth Young Master Huo and not being blocked, even getting him to personally present the award, it must be love!”

“Enough talk, I’m moving the Civil Affairs Bureau here!”

“I have a bold guess—he came tonight for her.”

“Stop fantasizing, okay? Didn’t you see he’s wearing a wedding ring?”

#Sorry, can’t see, in the face of love, tonight we’re all little crayfish#

……

Huo Siheng had originally planned to surprise her, but judging by her reaction, it seemed more shock than delight. His chest tightened slightly, his gaze deepened. The time and place were unsuitable for explanations. He took the trophy from the etiquette lady, his voice low: “Congratulations, Yangyang.”

He wasn’t wearing a mic; only the two of them could hear it.

Mu He’s apricot-colored eyes widened in disbelief, unblinking.

Seeing Mu He hesitate to take the trophy for a long time, the host spoke up to break the awkward silence and subtly reminded her: “It seems Mr. Huo’s charm is so great that our awardee hasn’t come to her senses yet.”

The fans erupted in laughter.

Zhong Li Fei roughly guessed the sequence of events, watching Mu He’s expression without missing a detail, smiling mysteriously.

Mu He finally pulled her scattered mind back from the clouds, reached out, and took the trophy. Whether intentional or not, Huo Siheng’s slightly cool fingertips brushed over the back of her hand, causing her heart to tremble, the numbness completely dispelled.

She smiled, her voice light and clear: “Thank you… Mr. Huo.”

Huo Siheng felt an ominous premonition.

Mu He no longer looked at him and walked to the microphone, raising the trophy: “This is the first award I’ve received as an actor, and it holds great significance.

Thank you to the organizing committee, thank you to the judges of the Golden Leaf Awards, and thank you to Director Xie Qinghua, who gave me this precious opportunity, guiding me calmly on the path of acting. Thanks to my co-stars and the entire crew of Xianxia Romance, thanks to Qian Zhihe for all the support, and thanks for this encounter with Xi Yin.

From now on, I will practice my craft even more diligently and strive to bring everyone more and better works.”

The goddess shone on stage. Qian Zhihe, full of pride, shouted in unison: “Yangyang, you’re the best! We’ll always love you!”

Mu He tilted her head playfully, forming a “heart” gesture, prompting a new round of hoarse screaming from Qian Zhihe.

“Finally, I especially want to thank the renowned heir of Fuchun City, Mr. Huo Siheng,” Mu He curved her lips, her eyes bright against the sparkling eye makeup, “thank you for giving me such an unforgettable ‘surprise.’”

Huo Siheng’s gaze grew darker and more profound, his jawline tense, veins faintly protruding.

In the VIP lounge, Ding Wu felt a twinge of envy—when could he ever stand openly in front of his daughter like Huo Siheng, sharing these important moments of her life?

Next to him, Huo Siwen’s smile stiffened slightly: Was it an illusion?

Why did he feel Fourth Aunt’s words carried hidden meaning, and that she didn’t seem surprised?

This idea was his suggestion to Fourth Uncle—would it backfire?

After Mu He finished her acceptance speech, she calmly walked off stage and returned to her seat. Seeing Zhong Li Fei’s inquiring look, she shook her head, her heart still chaotic, suspended in midair, unable to settle.

She needed a quiet, private space to sort things out.

The awards ceremony continued. Best Actor and Best Actress were announced consecutively. The Best Actor award went to a skilled middle-aged actor, Chen Zhou. Following Mu He’s good luck, Zhong Li Fei received his first Best Actress trophy since debut. Xianxia Romance had two blossoms of glory, crowned with honor.

#Huo Siheng presenting the award to Mu He# exceeded the topic of Best Actor and Best Actress, securing first place on trending searches. Yuan Xin’er’s face twisted as she grabbed a cup from the table and smashed it at the TV screen. The sound of breaking glass was crisp, wine trickled down like streams of blood and tears.

Her heart felt as dead as ashes. Could it be true that Mu He’s backstage protector was Fourth Young Master Huo?

Then her previous attempt to use him to ruin Mu He was absurdly ridiculous.

Crying and crying, Yuan Xin’er suddenly laughed. She should have realized long ago—who in the Ding family would dare to offend him?

Unfortunately, she understood too late. Everything was beyond redemption.

After a while, Yuan Xin’er wiped her tears. Despite Mu He’s current glory, in the future, she would not fare well. A family like that would never tolerate a mere actress as the mistress of the house. In the end, she was just a man’s plaything. When her beauty no longer mattered, what fate awaited her?

On the screen, the host recalled the past, envisioned the future, and expressed hopes for the actors. With the melodious music, the awards ceremony officially ended.

After Mu He finished the reporter interviews, it was past midnight. Seeing her tired and reluctant to speak, Tan Mian restrained her curiosity and cautiously said: “Yangyang, Mr. Huo is waiting for you in the car.”

After a moment, Mu He softly responded with a “hm” and waved goodbye to Tan Mian, sitting in the rear seat of the waiting Rolls-Royce Phantom. The space was wide, the leather handmade seats soft and comfortable. She slowly closed her eyes.

In the front passenger seat, Huo Siwen restrained the words “Fourth Aunt” that almost slipped out.

Huo Siheng found her hand and held it, softly calling: “Yangyang.”

Mu He gave no response, as if asleep.

The car drove steadily through the bustling city. The atmosphere inside was extremely tense. Huo Siwen felt as if sitting on pins and needles. He caught a faint sound with his sharp ears. Listening closely, he realized it was Fourth Uncle quietly soothing Fourth Aunt.

Hm?

Fourth Uncle could soothe someone?

Huo Siwen turned around in disbelief. His gaze sharpened. He had never seen such a gentle and patient expression on Fourth Uncle’s face. Normally, his expression was emotionless, commanding respect without anger, with coldness keeping people at a distance.

A man who loves a woman starts by indulging her—without limits, setting aside pride and ego, as long as she’s happy.

Huo Siwen smiled silently.

Since ancient times, heroes find it hard to resist beautiful women. It seemed Fourth Uncle was deeply in love.

Very good.

Along the way, Huo Siheng tried every method but still couldn’t soothe his girlfriend. No matter what he said, she ignored him, seemingly determined to stay cold. Helpless, he sighed. Unexpectedly, upon returning home, as soon as the door closed, her fists rained down on him like heavy raindrops. She pushed him all the way into the living room, knocked him onto the sofa, and sat on his waist like an angry little wildcat—scratching, pinching his waist and arms…

Still unsatisfied, she went to bite his jaw.

Huo Siheng exhaled in relief, letting her vent.

After a thorough beating, Mu He was exhausted. She grabbed his collar, her tone icy cold: “Fourth Young Master Huo, having fun?”

Between lovers, they should be honest with each other. But he had hidden such a huge secret from her—wasn’t that too much?

Seeing the slight redness at the corner of her eyes, Huo Siheng’s heart ached dully. He instinctively pulled her into his arms, burying his warm breath in her neck: “I’m sorry.”

Mu He struggled to push him away, but he held her tighter: “Wife, I was wrong.”

Her whole body stiffened, still unmoved.

He kissed her once and repeated it.

“Wife, I was wrong.”