After the preparations were completed, a staff member led all the celebrities into the elevator and up to the top floor where the spacious terrace offered a panoramic view of the city’s beautiful night scene. The sky was dotted with stars and the bustling streets below were bright with light. The cool ocean breeze brought with it the scent of flowers and wet earth. Just a single breath of the cool air was invigorating.
Even though they were already standing on the terrace―the designated meeting place―the celebrities weren’t allowed to see Prince Charming immediately. Following the show’s format, each celebrity would greet Prince Charming individually. After that, all of them would sit down for dinner. The seating arrangement for the celebrities would be decided based upon the first impression they had made on Prince Charming.
After dinner, Prince Charming would hand out nine roses. The celebrity who didn’t receive a rose would be eliminated from the program.
The group of celebrities stood in front of the terrace door with two huge bonsai trees blocking their sight. At the moment, Prince Charming was waiting for them beyond the bonsais in a spot that offered the best view of the city.
Tang Feng was standing in the latter half of the line; there were six people in front of him. The most favored candidate, Feng Xiu Jie, had been placed in the third spot. A little bit nervous, yet also somewhat excited, the first celebrity walked past the two bonsai pots to greet Prince Charming.
What about Prince Charming?
Dressed in a suit, Charles appeared as graceful as a European aristocrat. He didn’t think of himself as a Prince Charming at all. In his mind, he should at the very least be a powerful and supreme king.
Earlier, when he had been in the lounge, a cameraman had followed him around capturing his every move. Annoyed, he had kicked the man out of the room. Did they think he was a monkey in a zoo?
Standing alone on the terrace with the wind blowing over him, Charles wondered if he had been delirious when he had decided to join the show. Otherwise, why would he have accepted the stupid invitation from that idiot Kai? He was Charles. What kind of men and women was he not capable of obtaining? Why would he need to stoop so low and come and date these small-time stars?
This feeling became even more intense when the first celebrity shyly approached him like a baby quail. What kind of a guy was this? Normally, he wouldn’t even spare a glance at these sort of people.
“H-hello!” The first celebrity was shocked at Charles’ appearance and froze in his tracks, motionless like a wooden log.
They had imagined that a man who possessed such impressive wealth would be at least fifty or sixty years old. If not, then he would certainly be an ugly man with strange tastes. But the man in front of him was handsome beyond belief. He had an exceptional body and his sharp appearance was the ideal mixture of Eastern and Western features. His attitude was elegant, with a slight hint of unruliness and cold detachment hidden within.
His air and appearance were exactly like that of the aristocrats often seen in films.
At the greeting, Charles merely lifted a corner of his mouth in a semblance of a smirk. Having been overtaken by anxiety, the baby quail was left unable to speak. He merely lowered his head and ran off to the side. How could he even be considered a celebrity? In front of Charles, he couldn’t even be called an ugly duckling.
Afterwards, a few more celebrities walked out to greet Charles. They were either timid or enthusiastic. Some pretended to be calm, while others tried to be elegant. Having interacted with countless people, Charles flawlessly pulled off a gentlemanly act and greeted each one.
However, with each new celebrity that walked through the doors, the sky seemed to be becoming darker while the wind was blowing stronger, and Charles was becoming increasingly bored. Besides number three, whose appearance was barely passable, the others had all been eyesores in his opinion. Just what kind of people had Kai gathered this time? And where was Tang Feng? Why hadn’t he appeared yet?
Just as Charles was losing patience, the man he had been waiting for walked out from behind the bonsais. Tang Feng approached him calmly, walking not too fast and not too slow. When Tang Feng raised his head and saw that Prince Charming was Charles, a sliver of surprise flitted across his eyes. To other people’s eyes, it seemed like Tang Feng was probably surprised that Charles was so ridiculously handsome. The thought that a small-time star like him would be acquainted with such a tycoon didn’t cross their minds at all.
After seeing the surprise in Tang Feng’s eyes, Charles’ mood immediately lightened. The sky didn’t appear as dark to him anymore. The wind also wasn’t as irritating. Somewhat impatient, Charles straightened his back in anticipation. He watched as Tang Feng approached him step by step, his eyes never straying from t