Standing in the bustling center of the square, Jiang Fei blended in with the crowd, holding some bird feed and occasionally tossing it to the white pigeons. Since he hadn’t sensed any danger, he had let his guard down—so he certainly didn’t expect someone to suddenly tap him on the shoulder.
Just as he instinctively reached back with his hand to grab the delicate little hand resting on his shoulder and flip the person behind him over, he heard that sweet female voice and paused, quickly stopping himself before applying any force.
“Qinyuan? What a coincidence.” Jiang Fei turned around, equally surprised.
Standing behind him was a quintessential Eastern beauty, dressed in tight black pants, a white chiffon top, and a beige trench coat over it all—bright-eyed and strikingly attractive.
This was none other than Gao Qinyuan, the former National Goddess before Qiao Yiyi, and a celebrity Jiang Fei had quite liked back in high school.
Last time in the capital, Qiao Yiyi had introduced them, and Jiang Fei had treated her illness. After that, he had successfully made Gao Qinyuan and Qiao Yiyi the brand ambassadors for Jiang’s Pharmaceutical Company.
The reason Jiang’s Pharmaceutical Company had been able to break into the national market and gain such high recognition not long after its founding, apart from Lin Moli’s brilliant management and marketing strategies, and the outstanding efficacy of the medicines Jiang Fei developed, was also largely due to the endorsements of Qiao Yiyi and Gao Qinyuan.
After all, when these two goddesses—one from the older generation and one from the new—joined forces to advertise a pharmaceutical company, it created quite a stir. Many people speculated whether Jiang’s Pharmaceutical Company had some powerful backing behind it.
So even though Jiang Fei and Gao Qinyuan hadn’t had a chance to meet again since then, they had kept each other’s contact information and had stayed in touch a few times.
And when you’ve met someone exceptionally remarkable, even if you don’t see them for a long time, you still remember them vividly.
Obviously, both Jiang Fei and Gao Qinyuan qualified as exceptionally remarkable people, so their impressions of each other ran deep.
“Yeah, what a coincidence! I saw you from over there and thought you looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure it was you. It wasn’t until I came closer that I dared to confirm!” Gao Qinyuan said with a smile. Her big eyes, which perfectly embodied the word “sparkling,” curved like crescent moons when she laughed. She then asked, “What brings you to London? I don’t see anyone with you. Are you here alone?”
Jiang Fei rubbed his nose and explained, “Not exactly alone. I came with a few companions, but they’re all busy with work right now, so I snuck out to do some sightseeing on my own.”
After saying that, Jiang Fei’s gaze shifted to the other woman beside Gao Qinyuan.
This woman was likely her companion, and she looked somewhat familiar to Jiang Fei—he thought he might have seen her on TV or online before. But she probably wasn’t a film or music celebrity; she seemed to be a model.
The reason for Jiang Fei’s judgment was simple: her figure was simply too outstanding. Even among Western women, she would stand out like a crane among chickens.
It wasn’t that her face was exceptionally beautiful. Her features weren’t bad—big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a hint of rare heroic spirit in her cheekbones that made her uniquely attractive. But compared to Gao Qinyuan’s gentle, approachable, girl-next-door charm that had earned her the title of National Goddess, she fell a little short.
It also wasn’t that her body was particularly voluptuous. Her bust size was at most a B-cup, about average for Chinese standards, hardly a formidable weapon.
What made this woman stand out was her height!
From Jiang Fei’s estimation, her barefoot height was probably around 178 cm. And with a pair of not-so-low heels, her already incredibly long legs looked almost absurd, and her total height actually surpassed Jiang Fei’s!
A woman like that really put a lot of pressure on a man’s psyche.
Moreover, her face wasn’t the typical pointed-chin look that had become trendy with plastic surgery. Her facial contours weren’t as soft either, but combined with her natural heroic spirit, she had a distinctive charm. Even standing next to National Goddess Gao Qinyuan, she wasn’t overshadowed in the least.
If she wasn’t a model, it would be a true waste. She was the kind of woman you could tell at a glance was an absolute supermodel.
Jiang Fei remembered seeing her in some program and knew she seemed to have a significant international reputation in the modeling world—a rare Eastern model who could compete on par with her European and American counterparts. But he had never paid attention to her name.
“Qinyuan, who is this?” While Jiang Fei was secretly sizing up Li Wen, she was also looking at him with curiosity and asked.
She spent the whole year traveling around for shows. Since large, high-end fashion shows were rarely held domestically—most being too low-brow—Li Wen spent most of her time abroad.
And although as a model she was technically part of the entertainment industry, strictly speaking, she wasn’t really a showbiz celebrity. She had never acted in movies or TV dramas and had no inclination to do so. So she knew very little about domestic news and didn’t recognize Jiang Fei.
Gao Qinyuan quickly smiled and said, “Li Wen, let me introduce you. This is Jiang Fei. He’s quite a legendary figure back home now. Although he looks even younger than us, he’s already the number one traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the country—the best physician around. He’s even been featured on CCTV news and called a reincarnation of Hua Tuo. And not only is his medical skill unbelievably good, but his piano playing is also at an internationally masterful level. He once performed a piano piece at Qiao Yiyi’s concert and completely captivated the entire audience, turning Qiao Yiyi’s fans into his own music lovers! Now, a large group of people in the country have become his exclusive fans, and you can see praise posts about his musicianship all over various websites and forums…”
Hearing Gao Qinyuan say all this, Jiang Fei felt a little embarrassed.
He hadn’t known any of this himself—he’d never heard about it.
He had fans now, just like a celebrity? And his name still popped up regularly on forums?
Jiang Fei rarely went online these days, let alone browsed forums, so he had no idea about any of it.
He had only helped Qiao Yiyi as a favor, participating in a concert just for fun. He hadn’t expected such far-reaching side effects.
After introducing Jiang Fei, Gao Qinyuan looked at him and asked, “Jiang Fei, this is Li Wen. Do you know who she is? Have you followed her work?”
So this impossibly tall woman who dared to wear high heels was named Li Wen.
“Of course I’ve heard of her. Miss Li Wen is the country’s top model. She seems to have walked in many international runway shows—something China never had before, right?” Jiang Fei replied with a smile.
Gao Qinyuan covered her mouth and chuckled, exuding the charm of a girl-next-door goddess, and said, “You really do know Wenwen. But you got one thing wrong—Wenwen has walked on the Victoria’s Secret runway, but she’s not the first Chinese model to do so; she’s the first in all of Asia! Wenwen is way more impressive than me. On the global fashion stage, no domestic celebrity can compare to her. Once our celebrities go abroad, hardly anyone recognizes them, but Wenwen gets invited wherever she goes. In the latest world supermodel rankings, she’s the only Asian female model on the list, and she’s also been selected as one of the most beautiful women in the world!”
Jiang Fei couldn’t help but be a little awestruck.
This model’s background was even bigger than he had imagined.
“Most Beautiful Women in the World,” “World Supermodel Rankings”—just hearing these achievements and titles made them sound incredibly prestigious.
Although these lists were put together by Westerners, whose aesthetics might differ somewhat from Chinese tastes, they still sounded way more impressive than most domestic titles.
And she had walked in the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show… Jiang Fei had heard of that event long ago and had watched it online. He’d always dreamed of seeing it live someday. Now here was a beautiful model who had actually been on that stage. If he got close to her, wouldn’t he be able to get a private Victoria’s Secret performance in no time?
Besides, Li Wen really was quite beautiful.
Those long, tantalizing legs and that hint of heroic spirit in her well-proportioned, pretty face were genuinely captivating. Compared to the soft, gentle charm of many Chinese women, her look was also more in line with Western tastes.
“A doctor who can also play the piano, and at such a high level? Is that for real?” Li Wen stared at Jiang Fei with wide, curious eyes.
“Of course it’s real. You can look it up online when you get back,” Gao Qinyuan said with a smile.
“That’s really impressive. I know some doctor friends too, but they’re all boring, bespectacled types. This is the first time I’ve met someone as talented and multifaceted as Jiang Fei.” Li Wen laughed heartily.
She truly did carry that heroic spirit; her laugh was different from the traditional Chinese ideal of hiding one’s teeth when smiling. Her neat, even teeth were on full display, giving off a bold and optimistic vibe.
“Yeah, exactly. Jiang Fei is just that versatile. From now on, Wenwen, if you ever get sick, have skin issues, or allergies, you can always ask Jiang Fei for help. Look at how bad my skin was a while back—no treatment or medicine worked. But after Jiang Fei treated me, it fully recovered in less than a month. His reputation as a miracle doctor is well-deserved.” Gao Qinyuan heaped praise on Jiang Fei, though everything she said was true.
“Then I really need to get your contact info.” With that, Li Wen pulled out her phone and asked Jiang Fei for his number, adding with a smile, “You wouldn’t refuse, would you, Jiang Fei?”
Her line of work, though not traditional showbiz, still relied on looks, figure, and youth. Maintenance and skincare were absolutely crucial for her.
Knowing a miraculous healer like Jiang Fei—nationally recognized as the best—could only bring benefits.
And since Jiang Fei was a good person, he never had the heart to refuse a beautiful woman asking for his contact info, so he gave her his number.
After Li Wen dialed Jiang Fei’s phone to confirm it, she put hers away.
Jiang Fei saved her number too, then asked, “So what brings you two here? Are you on a dedicated trip to London?”
Gao Qinyuan sighed, “We wish we had that much free time to travel to London for fun. There’s a fashion show here tomorrow, and the theme is Chinese elements, so quite a few domestic actresses were invited. Wenwen and I were both invited, so we decided to hang out together.”
Jiang Fei asked curiously, “Is Qiao Yiyi here too?”
“I asked Yiyi. She seemed to have received an invitation as well, but her management company arranged a concert in Japan for her, and she’s been busy preparing for that, so she couldn’t make it.” Gao Qinyuan shook her head. Then she gave him a teasing smile and said, “What’s the matter, Jiang Fei? Missing Yiyi already?”
“…”
Jiang Fei rubbed his nose and didn’t bother explaining.
Ever since he’d gotten to know this once-favorite celebrity of his, he’d discovered that this National Girl-Next-Door Goddess loved to joke around. The more seriously you took it, the more she’d egg you on.
After that, Gao Qinyuan and Li Wen invited Jiang Fei to join them in touring London’s famous landmarks, and he gladly accepted.
Just a moment ago, he’d been feeling a bit lonely, thinking that even the most beautiful scenery wouldn’t be much fun if he had to see it alone. And now, as if on cue, the heavens had sent him two stunning beauties who were well above average to keep him company. If he refused, he’d just be too pretentious.
First, they fed the pigeons in the square. Then they visited Westminster Abbey, the famous Big Ben, the London Bridge, and the British Museum.
They had planned to go to Buckingham Palace too, but it got dark, and both Gao Qinyuan and Li Wen were getting tired from all the walking. Plus, they needed to be in good spirits for the fashion show tomorrow. So the three of them found a place to eat instead of continuing their tour, and finally, Jiang Fei saw them back to their hotel.
On the way, Gao Qinyuan suddenly asked, “Jiang Fei, where are you staying these days?”
“I was staying at the Brown Hotel for a few days. But then something happened… and I’ve just been finding random hotels since then,” Jiang Fei said.
With such a big incident at the Brown Hotel, it had been closed for days, so naturally Jiang Fei wasn’t staying there anymore.
“Then why don’t you just stay at the same hotel as us? That way, tomorrow we can bring you along to check out our fashion event.” Gao Qinyuan extended the invitation with a smile. “There’ll be lots of beautiful women at the venue tomorrow—not just from China, but international celebrities, Hollywood stars too!”
Jiang Fei was taken aback, feeling quite tempted.
After thinking for a moment, he asked shyly, “Can I really go?”
“Then it’s settled! No problem at all!”
