The crowd outside the stadium was still buzzing even after Hua Jing was safely whisked away by Fu Jingrong. The fans, though visibly saddened by her sudden departure, carried a bittersweet glow on their faces.
"She really came out to greet us!" one fan cried, clutching her light board with trembling hands. "I thought I'd never see her again in my life, but today… today I saw Hua Jing with my own eyes!"
"I recorded everything! Look, look!" another shouted, showing shaky footage on her phone, her voice breaking between sobs.
But among all the excited chatter, a common complaint kept repeating itself.
"If only Fu Jingrong had stepped out too! Ahhh, can you imagine? The husband and wife standing side by side in front of us? It would've been perfect!"
"Forget it," another sighed, wiping away tears of joy. "You all know President Fu. He's too aloof, too cold. Just the fact that he let her get out of the car already shows he's giving us face. Don't be greedy."
