Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
An Xiaxia realized that this couldn’t be the actual order in which the questions were asked during the interview, but had been edited.
Sheng Yize smiled, which was unbelievably mesmerizing.
“The answer is going to be very long. Do you want to hear it?”
The camera switched to the reporter, who nodded repeatedly with flushed cheeks.
An Xiaxia was speechless. This guy was a portable pheromone dispenser, seducing women wherever he went!
Sheng Yize seemed to search his memories for a moment, before giving his unhurried reply. “I was seven when we first met. She was a chubby girl then. I wouldn’t call her pretty, but… she was adorable, very adorable. I guess it was probably… love at first sight for me?”
Even he blushed a little at this and the reporter interjected enviously, “So, you two were childhood sweethearts!”
“Sort of. But something happened afterward and we were separated,” said Sheng Yize slowly. “And we didn’t see each other for many years after that. Back then, I had no way of finding her and I chose what I thought was the quickest way to lead me to her — entering showbiz. I thought that when I was on stage one day, she would recognize me.”
“So, you became a star just to look for her?” the reporter asked in an exaggerated tone.
Sheng Yize nodded.
“Unfortunately, she didn’t recognize me. Moreover, during the years we were apart, horrible things happened to her… I blame myself for it, for I should have been there for her. Then we became this quarrelsome but loving couple and began this on-and-off relationship. Back then, we were too young to understand love. The tiniest distress could set us back. Luckily, we were together again after seven years.”
“Wow! That’s amazing!”
“We knew nothing about what happened back then and we have no intention of going down that road. Let the past stay in the past. No one knows if tomorrow will be the last day of our lives, so rather than spend all that time hating someone, it’ll do us all good to love.” Sheng Yize smiled. “That’s all I want to say.”
The reporter said, “So, let us go back to that question: did you marry her out of love?”
Sheng Yize smiled without saying a word, which only made the female reporter blush even more.
She asked the next question. “According to online opinion, your wife deceived you in order to marry into a rich family. Do you trust your wife?”
Sheng Yize found the question hilarious. “She herself is from a rich family, she didn’t have to marry me to get there. She might be timid and weak at times, but she’s an excellent woman. She plays violin, she can write news reports, and she has written all sorts of… unusual stories that I don’t quite understand. But, if there’s only one person I can trust in this world, it’s her.”
An Xiaxia pressed her hand to her chest.
Her heart was beating very fast.
“I love you” didn’t have to be the most touching words in this world.
More often, “I believe you” held far more weight.
“Now, the last question. If you have to say something to your wife here, what would it be?”
Sheng Yize tapped the table with his long fingers. “I’m going to quote from someone else here. ‘The thought of spending the rest of my life with you fills my heart with expectation. I hope we’ll get along very well for as long as we live.’”
They talked about more serious matters after that, but An Xiaxia was too excited to keep on watching.
Tapping open the comments section, she only saw one type of voice this time.
