Charlie wade escorted Stephanie back to the Gu(Sun) family, and by the time he returned alone to the Wade family’s old residence, tonight’s concert had completely dominated social media both domestically and internationally.
On Weibo in China, eight out of the top ten trending topics were related to it.
And, astonishingly, four of those were about Charlie wade himself.
“Tawana’s passionate kiss with mysterious male dancer”
“Who is the mysterious male dancer?”
“The internet is searching for clues about the mysterious male dancer!”
“Chinese swordsmanship can be this cool!”
Charlie wade suddenly felt a twinge of regret.
Had he known Tawana’s concert would have such a massive impact, he never would have agreed to her and Stephanie’s request to perform as a backup dancer.
Looking at these trending topics, it felt like he had become the most sought-after mystery figure for fans and gossip enthusiasts worldwide.
For Charlie wade, who always preferred to keep a low profile, this was far from ideal.
At that moment, in Aurous Hill, Claire Wilson was also seeing various news notifications on her phone.
She was a big fan of Tawana and had developed a certain personal connection with her recently. More importantly, her husband, Charlie wade, was currently working as Tawana’s feng shui consultant, so she paid extra attention to Tawana’s concert in Eastcliff.
When she saw these trending news stories, she clicked on the related videos. Upon seeing the masked Charlie wade in the footage, her first instinct was that the figure seemed familiar.
Having been married to Charlie wade for years, though they hadn’t crossed that final line, they had lived together day in and day out, making them deeply familiar with each other.
On stage, Charlie wade was almost entirely concealed: his body covered in assassin’s armour, long boots on his feet, gloves on his hands, and a mask that didn’t even reveal his mouth. His flowing, ancient-style hairstyle was clearly a wig, masking his real hair.
Under normal circumstances, it would be nearly impossible to recognise him.
Yet Claire Wilson couldn’t shake the feeling that this figure, this silhouette, this person’s gait and mannerisms, all carried a sense of familiarity.
In a fleeting moment, she wondered, “Why does this backup dancer feel somewhat like Charlie wade?”
But the next second, she dismissed her own thought.
She reasoned, “Charlie wade went to Eastcliff to be Tawana’s feng shui consultant, they wouldn’t have him perform as a dancer, would they? Besides, I never knew he could wield a sword, that dancer’s swordsmanship was exceptional, clearly very professional.”
Still, something felt off in her heart.
After some thought, she asked herself a question, “Tawana has held so many concerts before and never invited a guest performer, so why did she invite Stephanie this time? It all feels so strange.”
Claire Wilson was momentarily lost in confusion.
Something felt wrong, but she couldn’t pinpoint what.
For the first time since marrying Charlie wade, she felt a nagging unease.
Subconsciously, she picked up her phone and sent Charlie wade a video call.
At that moment, Charlie wade had just finished washing up at the Wade family’s old residence. Instead of heading to bed, he was sitting at his father’s old desk, browsing through his father’s relics and books.
When his phone buzzed with a WeChat video call, he was slightly surprised.
Most people around him respected his space and wouldn’t initiate a video call out of the blue.
Even Claire Wilson, with their mutual respect, rarely sent video calls.
But when Charlie wade checked his phone, he saw it was indeed from his wife, Claire Wilson.
He felt a rare pang of nervousness, unsure whether to accept the call.
Being alone away from home, if he didn’t answer her call, she might overthink things.
