This time, Ruan Qi didn't say much in her acceptance speech.
Having already won four awards, it's better to stay low-key—big trees attract the wind.
She said a couple of simple sentences, then stepped off the stage amidst the cheers and applause of her fans.
After returning to the guest seating area, Ruan Qi handed the trophy to Shen Wenqian. The moment she sat down, she could feel the gazes coming from all directions.
Jealousy, envy, disgust, vigilance—eyes filled with various emotions pierced her like sharp blades, wishing they could turn her into a sieve.
"Ignore them," Yan Jiuyuan muttered under his breath. "You have the skill, so you deserve the glory. No need to stoop to the level of bitter chickens."
Ruan Qi nodded in wholehearted agreement.
"I'll listen to Teacher Yan."
Yan Jiuyuan flashed the kind of affectionate smile one might use when looking at a young calf of their own.
