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To the north lies Xinghai City's film and television base and a hub for various high-end clubs.

What was he doing there?

The car eventually stopped in a place that was both extremely familiar to her and completely unexpected.

—The National Stadium, the Bird's Nest.

Shen Qingqiu parked the car some distance away and watched Lin Yan walk into an employee entrance with practiced ease, completely dumbfounded.

What is he doing at the Bird's Nest?

Could it be... that his "secret project" is related to some activity of the national team?

Filled with doubt, she quietly slipped into the half-open passage.

The interior of the Bird's Nest is enormous and spacious, like a steel behemoth lurking in the night. At this moment, the stadium is pitch black, with only a few faint work lights shining from the direction of the stage in the distance.

Using the shadows as cover, Shen Qingqiu carefully made his way to the lower level of the audience seating area.

She found a secluded corner to sit down and looked ahead.

On the huge stage, brightly lit, hundreds of staff members were busily working. Some were adjusting the lights, some were laying cables, and some were installing the giant LED screen.

Lin Yan stood at the very center of the stage, holding a walkie-talkie, calmly directing everything.

"Lighting team, please adjust the angle of the follow spot in area A by another five degrees."

"Sound team, turn up the reverb in the chorus a bit more. I want it to feel like it could blow your head off."

"Stage designer, the footage on the screen is incorrect. Replace it with the version I gave you yesterday."

He was focused and serious, a stark contrast to his usual lazy and carefree self.

Shen Qingqiu was stunned.

Is this... is this a concert stage being set up?

But... he never told her about the concert!

And, it's at the Bird's Nest?

What exactly is going on?

Just as she was shocked, confused, and puzzled, her phone in her pocket vibrated at an inopportune moment; it was a work-related WeChat message from her assistant.

The slight vibration sounded exceptionally clear in the empty and silent stadium.

On stage, Lin Yan, who was conducting, suddenly stopped.

His sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, instantly swept towards the direction where Shen Qingqiu was.

"Who's there?"

It was discovered!

Shen Qingqiu's heart leaped into his throat.

She instinctively crouched down, trying to hide herself behind the seat.

However, it was too late.

On stage, Lin Yan put down the walkie-talkie, a helpless yet doting smile curving his lips.

He picked up the microphone next to him and turned it on.

That familiar and magnetic voice, carried by the enormous surround sound system, instantly reverberated to every corner of the Bird's Nest, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Hey, Mr. Shen, you've come all the way to the National Stadium to check up on things? Shouldn't we reimburse you for your gas and travel expenses?"

boom--

Shen Qingqiu's face instantly turned as red as if it were on fire.

She knew she had been exposed.

In the shadows of the audience seats, she felt so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Upon hearing Lin Yan's words, the staff on stage stopped what they were doing and looked curiously into the audience, whispering and discussing among themselves.

"Is the proprietress here?"

"I knew Yan-ge had been working so hard lately, something big was definitely going on!"

Lin Yan looked at the small figure who seemed lost in the darkness, smiled, and gestured to the director at the control panel.

"Old Wang, shine a light on our 'investors'."

next second.

"Whoosh—"

A bright and precise beam of light, like the eye of a god, instantly pierced the darkness and landed steadily on Shen Qingqiu.

Among thousands of empty seats, she was dressed in a black tracksuit and a baseball cap, like a frightened fawn spotted by a hunter, with nowhere to hide.

All eyes of the staff were focused on her.

Shen Qingqiu had never been so embarrassed in his life.

"Get down."

Lin Yan's voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable gentleness.

Shen Qingqiu bit her lip, knowing that hiding any longer would only make her more embarrassed. She simply took off her hat, tidied her hair, and, trying to appear calm, stood up from the audience seats, walked down the steps, crossed the empty space, and arrived at the stage.

"What...what the hell are you doing?" She looked up at the man towering over her on stage, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance she herself didn't realize. "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing as a concert?"

Lin Yan leaped off the stage and landed steadily in front of her.

He didn't answer, but instead took her hand and led her onto the dreamlike stage that he had meticulously prepared for for half a month.

"I was planning to tell you at the last minute." He led her to the center of the stage and said into the walkie-talkie, "Attention everyone, Plan One, rehearsal."

The voice just fell.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, all the stage lights in the entire Bird's Nest stadium lit up!

Red, blue, purple, and gold beams of light intertwined to form a dazzling galaxy. On the giant LED screen, scenes of their journey from meeting to falling in love began to play—their first encounter backstage at "Starlight Shines," signing the contract at the barbecue stall, their duet on the island, holding hands in the museum…

Shen Qingqiu was completely stunned by the sudden and utterly dreamlike scene before him.

She stood there, stunned, feeling as if she had fallen into a fairy tale.

"This is……"

"This is our concert," Lin Yan said, standing beside her, his voice gentle as water, "and also... the betrothal gift I prepared for you."

He took a wooden guitar from a staff member next to him.

"I originally wanted to save this song for the concert, to sing it to you in front of 100,000 people." He plucked the strings, tested the sound, then looked up and gazed deeply into her eyes. "But since my leading lady has already arrived, let's have a rehearsal just for the two of us."

He sat on a high stool, his fingers gently plucking the strings.

A light, romantic, and bubbly prelude slowly rose in the empty Bird's Nest.

As Shen Qingqiu listened to this melody he had never heard before, his heart began to race uncontrollably.

Then, Lin Yan spoke.

He sang:

"Coffee on the Left Bank of the Seine"

I hold a glass in my hand, savoring your beauty.

The lips that left a lip print...

The clean, clear voice of the young man carried a hint of lazy indulgence; every word was like a bullet coated in sugar, precisely piercing Shen Qingqiu's heart.

This was a completely new song she had never heard before.

A song... that belongs only to her.

"My dear, I fell in love with you from that day on."

Sweetness comes so easily.

Darling, don't be stubborn, your eyes...

It's saying "I do."

When the chorus began, Shen Qingqiu could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.

It turns out that his recent early mornings and late nights weren't because he'd gotten carried away or changed his mind.

He was preparing the biggest surprise in the world for her in his own way.

An empty aviary, a dazzling stage, a love song sung exclusively for one listener.

The romance of this moment surpasses all the sweet words in the world.

You said you're a bit hard to pursue, hoping I'd give up.

The gift doesn't need to be the most expensive; a fallen leaf from the Champs-Élysées will suffice

Oh~ Creating a romantic date, not afraid of messing everything up.

"If you have it, you have it all."

When the song ended, Lin Yan put down his guitar, walked up to Shen Qingqiu who was in tears, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"This song is called 'Confession Balloon'."

"So, Miss Shen Qingqiu," he knelt on one knee, looking up at her with unprecedented seriousness and affection in his eyes, "my concert is still missing the most important female lead. Are you willing?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded heavily, crying and laughing at the same time.

"I do!"

Just as she nodded, Lin Yan's phone vibrated.

It was a message from the PR director: "Brother Yan, the online PR campaign officially launched one minute ago!"

The next second, the entire Chinese internet was completely ignited by a bombshell piece of news.