As evening approached, Xiao Yuan drove to pick up Su Ding.
That night, there was a red carpet event. Based on her status, Su Ding was not qualified to be invited, but she had Jin Ye, a powerful benefactor, behind her.
Upon arriving at the venue, a makeup artist began to meticulously adorn Su Ding.
The evening gown was a brand-new, unreleased design by a famous international designer. It featured an open back and sequins on the chest, with a form-fitting cut that showcased Su Ding's figure.
Her makeup was heavy that night, but it did not conceal her innate beauty.
Like a noble and elegant princess, her demeanor was graceful, drawing the glances of everyone passing through the backstage area: "Which artist is this? She's so beautiful."
Indeed, this was Su Ding's first time walking the red carpet.
Soon, it was Su Ding's turn to appear. She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and confidently walked onto the red carpet, gradually moving towards the center.
After signing her name, she began posing for photos and fielding interviews.
Su Ding briefly introduced the variety show she was currently filming and the TV drama that was nearing completion, but there was little else to say.
After all, she was just beginning to make a name for herself in this industry.
Unexpectedly, a reporter raised their hand and asked, "Miss Su Ding, is it true that you are married?"
Su Ding was momentarily stunned, her eyes flickering. She had promised Jin Ye's mother that she wouldn't disclose this information publicly.
"I'm sorry, this question involves personal privacy, and I'm not at liberty to disclose it."
Su Ding nodded politely.
However, the reporter clearly had no intention of backing down. "Then may I ask, Miss Su Ding, do you have a daughter? It is rumored that this little girl is five years old."
Su Ding frowned, her gaze sharp. She paused for a few seconds before nodding, "Yes."
The reporters present were instantly stunned.
Was she trying to sabotage her own career? So many fans couldn't accept it when their favorite rising star was married. Su Ding had only just gained some fame.
As the reporter was about to ask another question, Xiao Yuan stepped in front of Su Ding. "I'm sorry, the Q&A session for today has concluded."
Just as the reporters were beginning to disperse, someone suddenly rushed onto the stage from the crowd!
The person moved as fast as the wind, lunging directly at Su Ding, clutching a rose in their hand. Their hair was messy, their build portly and greasy—clearly a delusional fan.
It all happened in an instant!
No one had time to react until the person embraced Su Ding and attempted to kiss her forcibly. Then, the person flew through the air in a parabolic arc.
"Bang!"
The man landed with groans of pain. Security guards quickly rushed to escort him away.
Xiao Yuan, still shaken and pale, looked at Su Ding, "Are you... are you alright?"
Su Ding's expression was a little awkward. She bent over slightly, covering the side of her leg.
"Where are you injured?" Xiao Yuan hurried to ask.
Su Ding coughed lightly, switched positions with Xiao Yuan to be on the inside, and whispered, "My dress is torn."
The reporters, however, were in an uproar.
"This person is something else!" they exclaimed. They had seen obsessed fans attack celebrities before, but never a celebrity who kicked someone off the stage.
And the attacker was a greasy man, estimated to weigh over 160 pounds.
Their eyes were filled with both surprise and admiration. They inexplicably felt that this Su Ding was a star with hidden depths, destined for great success in the future!
Married with a daughter, incredibly strong, beautiful, and low-key…
And backed by capital!
Some reporters tried to follow discreetly but were brushed aside by Xiao Yuan.
Su Ding went to the lounge and changed her clothes. Holding the expensive and exquisite dress, she looked at it with regret and heartache. "This, how much did this cost?"
The dress had been borrowed by the company and had to be returned upon expiry.
Who knew that when she instinctively kicked out, she had torn the hem of the dress, creating a massive rip.
"Don't think about it, Ding'er, we can't afford to pay for it," Xiao Yuan patted her shoulder.
"Ah…" Su Ding's face turned pale. She still had a daughter to support.
"Why don't you call your husband, Mr. Jin?" Xiao Yuan looked at her expectantly.
Su Ding clutched her phone and nodded with difficulty.
"Hello? Are you busy?" she asked.
"Mm, just finished reviewing a document. What's wrong?" Jin Ye's voice was still deep and pleasant. She could faintly recall their parting kiss that morning.
Su Ding felt a blush and a pang of guilt for no reason.
Through the phone, she quietly let out a sigh. "I damaged the dress the company lent me, and I might have to pay for it…"
Xiao Yuan sighed from the side, "What are you afraid of? You're the boss's wife!"
Jin Ye said, "There's no need to pay. You own half of the company's assets. If you like it, I'll have Luo Zhu buy another one."
Ahem, that casual tone.
Su Ding found this man incredibly charming, calm, and steady. She softly hummed in agreement. "Okay, have dinner early. I'll head back tonight."
"Alright, I'll wait for you at home. Be safe."
After hanging up the phone, Su Ding's cheeks were still flushed.
Honestly, they were a married couple, and they had been affectionate just this morning, yet now she was already missing him.
Su Ding's heart filled with sweetness. She quickened her pace in packing, eager to reach the city and see her dear husband as soon as possible.