After Transmigrating Into The Novel, The White Moonlight And The Female Lead Of The Abusive Romance Got Their Happy Ending - Chapter 15

Although most hosts had to do their own makeup before appearing on camera, the station still assigned professional makeup artists to its guests.

Wen Tang naturally had cool, refined features and sharply defined facial contours. Rather than applying heavy makeup, the makeup artist gave her a light look tailored to the shape of her face.

“What do you think, Dr. Wen?” The makeup artist pushed the mirror closer and praised her sincerely. “Your skin is in excellent condition.”

The figure in the mirror shifted. Although the polished surface reflected clearly onto Wen Tang’s retinas, the image appeared slightly blurred.

She was somewhat nearsighted. To be fair, among medical students and doctors, those with completely perfect eyesight were the minority. She picked up the glasses on the table and put them on, and the hazy world instantly became much clearer.

Of everyone present, she was undoubtedly the one who knew the least about makeup. Since there did not appear to be any major problem, she nodded directly.

“Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”

Out on the set, Shi Nanqiao was going through her lines one final time.

After spending half a day volunteering at the hospital, she had gained fresh inspiration for the questions she wanted to ask during the interview.

The conversation onstage could not be completely improvised and still required a script, so Wen Tang also needed to rehearse the revised lines with her once more.

Fortunately, Wen Tang was extremely patient. She tirelessly helped her consider every word and sentence and refine every detail.

The printed sheets of black text on white paper were covered in brightly colored highlighter marks.

Sometimes Wen Tang finished surgery very late, yet still discussed the script with her until two or three in the morning. Those markings were the traces left behind by their late-night conversations.

After several days together, Shi Nanqiao had come to understand Wen Tang more deeply.

She was an exceptionally serious person—at work, in her personal life, and even in every insignificant corner others might overlook.

Shi Nanqiao rubbed between her brows and thought with a faint sense of contentment that Wen Tang seemed to have treated Shi Nanqiao’s work as part of her own responsibilities.

Did that mean Shi Nanqiao was somehow special to her?

Or did Wen Tang treat everyone this way?

Shi Nanqiao yearned to be favored above others. She could not prevent such hope from taking root in her heart.

“I’m ready. We can begin.”

Her drifting thoughts were interrupted by a cool, clear voice.

Shi Nanqiao raised her head, and amazement appeared in her eyes.

Wen Tang had deliberately worn a white suit today, making her look intellectual while lending her a cool air of rationality. Gold-rimmed glasses rested on the high bridge of her nose, while her medium-length black hair was simply tied behind her with a white ribbon.

She wore a smile, and although her expression remained distant and detached, she did not seem cold or unapproachable. Every gesture was gentle and refined, her movements filled with effortless grace.

Her gaze was calm, like that of a deity seated high above the clouds, watching every one of her people with both compassion and detachment.

Shi Nanqiao suddenly remembered a saying:

God loves all people, but does not love any one person in particular.

Could she truly become that special person?

At that moment, Shi Nanqiao became painfully aware of something—

Perhaps every moment that had made her heart flutter was simply a reflection of Wen Tang’s excellent upbringing and noble character.

She might show the same kindness and gentleness toward unfamiliar patients and their families, hospital colleagues, and every student she had taught.

…She should be happy!

Wen Tang was exceptionally capable and possessed the compassion of a true physician. If Shi Nanqiao’s mother was diagnosed with heart disease again, as she had been in the previous life, then she would surely receive the best treatment available in the country.

So why did Shi Nanqiao’s heart feel so bitter?

“…Ah-Qiao? Ah-Qiao?”

The gentle voice of the woman before her pulled her from her complicated emotions.

Once again, she met those pure black eyes, now filled with unmistakable worry and concern.

Shi Nanqiao gathered up all the tangled feelings in her heart and gave Wen Tang a slight smile, becoming the professional program host once more.

She nodded to Wen Tang and the surrounding staff.

“Then let’s begin.”

The studio lights suddenly blazed bright and dazzling.

Shi Nanqiao and Wen Tang sat facing each other. Between them stood a small wooden table, with several half-bloomed lilies arranged in a ceramic vase.

“Illness and death may be among the nightmares humanity finds most difficult to escape, while surgery is one of the most direct ways to break free from those nightmares.” Shi Nanqiao looked toward the camera, her smile dignified, friendly, and composed. “Welcome to One-on-One. I’m your host, Shi Nanqiao.”

“Today, let us step into the operating room and discover the stories beneath the surgical lights.”

“We are deeply honored to have invited the youngest attending physician in the cardiac surgery department of Huadu University Affiliated Hospital…”

Wen Tang watched Shi Nanqiao speak with confidence and ease.

She was professional yet approachable, self-assured and poised, possessing a unique charm.

Wen Tang wanted to preserve that smile.

She sincerely hoped Shi Nanqiao could display her ambitions and talents in the field she loved.

Rather than becoming, as the original novel described, Fu Xuan’s most obedient doll and the Fu family’s virtuous, well-behaved future daughter-in-law.

After finishing their work, the makeup artist and assistant did not go home. Instead, they remained at the studio to watch the excitement.

Looking at the two women smiling at each other onstage, the makeup artist remarked, “Among the younger generation of hosts, Nanqiao is one of the more capable ones. Her appearance is especially warm and approachable, and she’s excellent at handling unexpected situations. She truly was born for this profession.”

“Don’t you think Sister Nanqiao and Dr. Wen look strangely well matched?” the assistant asked, stroking her chin as she examined their makeup.

Shi Nanqiao had naturally sweet features, so her makeup had been designed to emphasize them. Although Wen Tang’s makeup highlighted the coolness of her face, her overall presence did not feel cold or indifferent.

One resembled tender peach blossoms in spring, soft and splendid.

The other was like green willows beside a pond, light and elegant.

Graceful willows and brilliant peach blossoms—they truly looked remarkably well suited.

However, the makeup artist was older than her assistant and spoke more cautiously, so she merely gave a vague response.

“Nanqiao and Dr. Wen each have their own distinctive charm.”

If the two women happened to have a poor relationship in private and this remark became known later, it could easily be misunderstood as an attempt to stir up trouble.

She had worked behind the scenes in the entertainment industry for many years and had seen plenty of public figures who laughed and chatted warmly with one another in public while secretly wishing the other would die.

The two women onstage also had thoughts of their own, though neither revealed them on her face. The rehearsal proceeded smoothly to its conclusion.

There was little small talk afterward. Shi Nanqiao soon prepared to drive Wen Tang home.

Once the car left the television station building, Wen Tang felt that she had completed her task for the day and finally began to relax.

The exhaustion from a full day of surgery surged over her like a tide. As the car rocked and swayed with a steady rhythm, she gradually grew drowsy.

Shi Nanqiao looked at Wen Tang, whose back remained straight even while she was exhausted.

“It’s all right. Go to sleep. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

Hearing that, Wen Tang turned to look at her.

Under the streetlights, there was one moment when Shi Nanqiao’s eyelashes cast especially long shadows.

They trembled lightly against her pale pink cheeks, and seemed to brush across Wen Tang’s heart as well.

She was truly beautiful.

When people were tired, the brain’s control over the body weakened considerably. Some words slipped from their mouths without being carefully considered first.

“Ah-Qiao—” Wen Tang drew out her name, her tone inexplicably carrying a hint of petulant affection.

“What is it?”

“You look so beautiful when you’re shining onstage.”

Shi Nanqiao lowered her eyes slightly.

“Thank you.”

“Some birds are destined never to be kept in cages. Every feather they possess shines with the brilliance of freedom.” Wen Tang appeared to be rambling to herself, yet she revealed her true thoughts. “Their plumage is vivid, their songs are sweet, and their hearts are set on distant heights. They are destined to live beneath the eyes of the world, chasing their dreams and building their careers.”

“Ah-Qiao—” she asked softly, “Do you have a dream? Something you would be willing to devote your entire life to, without considering practical concerns?”

Shi Nanqiao pressed her lips together, unwilling to lie to Wen Tang.

“I do.”

She opened the car window. The cool night breeze swept inside, carrying with it the noise of countless illuminated homes and the nearby commercial district.

As the evening wind blew over her, Shi Nanqiao also relaxed. From deep inside her heart, she uncovered memories of her school years, now separated from her by two lifetimes.

“My mother is a teacher. When I was in middle and high school, I thought becoming a teacher like her in the future might be nice.

“Then, during a New Year’s celebration at my high school, my homeroom teacher encouraged me to serve as the host. I still remember that night. The lights shone on me, and everyone’s eyes were turned in my direction. I thought I would panic and become helpless, but instead, I fell in love with the feeling of being admired and liked by everyone.”

Wen Tang recalled the original novel’s description.

Shi Nanqiao had grown up in a single-parent family, and her mother was an exceptionally strict and accomplished teacher. Her parents had divorced amicably not long after she was born, and her biological father later settled abroad with his new wife.

In that enormous country, only mother and daughter remained, depending on each other.

Now Wen Tang understood the deeper meaning behind it.

An outstanding teacher inevitably had to devote a great deal of time to her students. As a result, she might neglect to express affection toward her own child.

When Shi Nanqiao was young, she had no other relatives nearby and rarely experienced what it felt like to be loved wholeheartedly by one person.

Perhaps that was precisely why, as an adult, she wore a mask while interacting with others.

She did not understand how to offer her sincerity, yet she yearned to receive affection from more and more people.

Wen Tang’s heart ached for her.

Many childhood experiences might require an entire lifetime to heal.

“Ah-Qiao—”

When Shi Nanqiao looked over in confusion, Wen Tang gave her a faint smile.

“I will always be part of your audience. And you will definitely become an exceptional host. So many people will like you! You will have countless friends and viewers who adore you, and I will be one of them.”

So whenever something happened, she should remember all those friends instead of being easily deceived by a scumbag.

At those words, Shi Nanqiao’s eyes reddened slightly.

Fortunately, the night was dark enough that it was difficult to notice.

“Okay.”

The car drove all the way into Wen Tang’s residential complex.

After Wen Tang said goodbye to Shi Nanqiao and was about to close the door and head home, she suddenly heard Shi Nanqiao call her name from behind.

“Wen Tang!”

Wen Tang turned around and looked at her questioningly.

“I was very happy to see you today.”

Having met a noble person, how could one not rejoice?

It was not empty politeness. It was joy from the depths of her heart.

Shi Nanqiao felt that she still needed to say it, even if Wen Tang might mistake it for a conventional social courtesy.

Perhaps she was not special to Wen Tang at all. Perhaps everything was nothing more than her own wishful thinking.

Yet Wen Tang’s gentleness and respect gave her the courage to try expressing her true feelings.

Because she believed Wen Tang would protect the heart that had struggled free from layer after layer of disguise, just as she protected every life while standing at the operating table.

Sure enough, Wen Tang responded with complete sincerity.

“I was happy to see you too, Ah-Qiao.”