CHAPTER 797: CHAPTER 434:

They had collaborated before, and coupled with Jiang Yun’s positive reputation online, Rong Yanqiao had a good impression of him.

Jiang Yun saw Rong Yanqiao and gave her a slight smile.

This could be considered as a greeting.

Rong Yanqiao also returned the smile.

Since they were both nominated for the same type of award and had previous collaborations, they walked together.

When they appeared in front of the audience, they stood together because of a drama.

Ever since Rong Qingze saw Jiang Yun standing beside Rong Yanqiao, he frowned deeply, wishing he could push Jiang Yun away and stand next to Rong Yanqiao himself.

Admittedly, Jiang Yun and Rong Yanqiao standing together inexplicably gave off a CP vibe.

The award ceremony was broadcasted live, so when they saw the scrolling comments saying, "Rong Yanqiao and Jiang Yun seem like a better match."

"Their chemistry in the drama is so sweet."

"Ah, Rong Yanqiao has someone important in her life now, and Jiang Yun and Rong Yanqiao are just collaborating. Can you all stop daydreaming?"

"Am I the only one who thinks Rong Qingze and Rong Yanqiao seem strange together..."

Upon hearing these comments, Rong Qingze frowned even more.

Plus, due to the drama, Jiang Yun and Rong Yanqiao interacted frequently, making the person concerned quite uncomfortable in the audience below.

At this moment, Rong Qingze’s eyebrows knitted tightly together, and he signaled to the organizers, but they were somewhat helpless too.

On stage, the interaction between Jiang Yun and Rong Yanqiao was normal, without crossing any boundaries, especially considering it was a live broadcast.

The interest was high at this point, and this buzz was precisely brought by Rong Yanqiao and Jiang Yun.

To make Jiang Yun step down, or to end their collaboration now, would appear particularly odd.

Moreover, he was reluctant to give up such a good traffic wave.

Thus, he awkwardly approached Rong Qingze, showing him the traffic brought by the current online interest.

Rong Qingze was also watching.

He understood that stopping now would cause a backlash among the audience.

Additionally, it would seem overly intentional about their relationship, and most importantly, it would upset Rong Yanqiao.

Thinking of this, Rong Qingze sighed helplessly, feeling uncomfortable watching the interaction on stage, itching to step out for a smoke.

Outside, he lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag, with the nicotine soothing his inner restlessness. Before he could relax a bit, his phone rang suddenly.

A surge of bad premonition rose inside him, and he answered the call.

The voice on the other end was extremely flustered, "Second Master, something happened, something happened, you need to come back quickly."

Rong Qingze’s heart nearly stopped beating.

At the mention of an incident, his first reaction was that something had happened to Rong Yanqiao.

He had just stepped out for less than five minutes, how could something have happened?

What could possibly happen in the venue?

Amidst wild thoughts, he had already returned to the main venue.

The place was in chaos, with the chandelier that hung above fallen to the ground, shattered into pieces, shining with dazzling reflections.

The spot where Rong Yanqiao had just been standing was now empty.

There was a pool of blood on the floor, not much, but starkly conspicuous amongst the shards of the white crystal chandelier.

Whose blood is it?

At that moment, Rong Qingze could no longer hear any other sound; his eyes were bloodshot, his heart pounding like a drum, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Until a pair of hands rested on his shoulders, a familiar voice said, "Uncle, I’m okay."

Rong Qingze turned his head to see Rong Yanqiao looking at him with concern.

"It’s good you’re okay."

Rong Qingze immediately turned around and hugged Rong Yanqiao tightly. He held so firmly that Rong Yanqiao couldn’t help but push him a bit, "Uncle, you’re squeezing me, it’s a bit uncomfortable."

Rong Qingze loosened his grip slightly but still didn’t let her go.

"Alright, alright, no need to worry."

Rong Yanqiao patted Rong Qingze’s back.

Rong Qingze’s anxious demeanor had startled her, yet it highlighted how much Rong Qingze valued her.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have shown such an expression.

After finally calming down, Rong Qingze asked, "What happened just now?"

Rong Yanqiao replied, "As soon as you left, the light from the ceiling fell. It was Jiang Yun who pushed me out of the way."

At this point, Rong Yanqiao felt a bit guilty, "Jiang Yun got injured saving me."

Rong Qingze froze momentarily.

He turned his head and saw Jiang Yun standing not far away, with the on-site doctor tending to his wounds.

His injuries weren’t severe, but they weren’t light either.

Fragments of glass were embedded in his arm, looking especially horrifying.