The fans were stirring things up.
A kiss?
Shy?
Tan 90°.
More than a kiss—they'd already pulled each other closer than zero distance; one kiss meant nothing.
They held each other and kissed.
In front of tens of thousands, they delivered a slow, stringy, French-style wet kiss.
The kiss lasted a full several minutes.
The fans didn't stop them; every face wore an auntie's grin as they soaked in the couple's beautiful love.
Did the rest of the concert even matter anymore?
It still mattered.
But now the fans were even more thrilled that Su Yan and Mengmeng were officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
After tonight,
this was going to detonate both the basketball world and the entertainment scene… The concert went on, a beaming Mengmeng basked in her successful confession, and the fans grew happier by the minute.
The atmosphere in the arena got even better.
Everyone lost themselves in the moment.
Su Yan left the stage first, returning to the audience, but he and Mengmeng had agreed: after the show, meet at the St. Francis Hotel.
'Yan, that was epic!'
Curry punched Su Yan's chest and gave a big thumbs-up. 'Honestly, we're usually just joking around.
We know how hard it is to land a Hollywood starlet.
You, though… you got Mengmeng to confess on her own ten-thousand-fan stage.
That face-card—maxed out.'
'Yeah, yeah.'
Wilson Chandler was green with envy. 'Is this what a top-tier man looks like? Total jackpot!'
Kobe folded his arms and laughed. 'Su Yan really is top-tier; I love hanging out with him.
Of course he's popular with women.
Mengmeng's a goddess, but falling for Su Yan makes perfect sense!'
'Right, right.'
Ayesha, arm in arm with Curry, teased, 'Handsome, talented, good character—just like my Stephen. Hard not to make women swoon.
Mengmeng's a woman; she'll fall for Su Yan too.'
'I agree.'
Vanessa, holding Kobe's arm, smiled. 'If I hadn't met Kobe and had the chance, I think… I might've chased Su Yan myself.'
'Sigh…'
Wilson Chandler exhaled.
Su Yan did nothing and a Hollywood star threw herself at him.
He himself had treated her with all his heart, only to be cheated on in return.
Heart stabbed, bro… 10:30 p.m.
After four and a half hours, the concert ended with everyone singing together.
Kobe, Curry and the others, knowing the drill, slipped away in pairs without tagging along with Su Yan.
Wilson: ???
He'd arrived with company; how had he ended up solo, the lone single on the way back?
After Su Yan and Mengmeng went public at the concert,
Mengmeng, basking in the fans' blessings, climbed into Su Yan's Ferrari without a hint of shyness and they drove off together.
St. Francis Hotel.
Presidential suite.
Uniform theme.
Office, teacher, nurse, detective—whatever you fancy. That's five-star service for you.
And yes,
it needs saying: Mengmeng picked them, not Su Yan… Next morning.
Early a.m.
Twitter's trending list exploded!
[#MengmengSuYanOfficial]
shot straight to No. 1 with ten-million-plus heat, leaving every other topic in the dust.
There wasn't much content—
just the clip of Mengmeng's on-stage confession and their final steamy kiss.
That alone said everything.
'Holy shit! They're actually together!'
'I was shipping both Mengmeng-Su Yan and Salena-Su Yan.
Now
Mengmeng and Su Yan are real, so congrats first!'
'Wooow~ so cool.
A perfect Male God like Su Yan deserves a goddess like Mengmeng.'
'One's an NBA rising star, tomorrow's superstar; the other's Hollywood's hottest songstress.
Them as a couple, a screen pair—
that's gonna blow the heat index sky-high~'
'So… did anyone see if tongue got involved during that kiss?'
'Ahhh~ goddess Mengmeng's been taken; Su Yan you devil!'
'I'm so jealous my molars are cracking!'
Twitter was on fire.
Comments piled into a ten-thousand-floor skyscraper within minutes and kept climbing.
Meanwhile,
NBA papers, sports media, and entertainment paparazzi all scrambled to cover the scoop.
A scandal this big dwarfed any basketball news.
Both the basketball and entertainment worlds shook.
In an instant
the hype soared even higher.
Meanwhile,
at a five-star hotel in Los Angeles,
Salena slept until 1 p.m., perfectly rested.
She sat up, stretched, her loose pajamas unable to hide her curves—full bust, tiny waist.
An angel's face, a devil's body—
perfect for the future Black Widow Salena.
'Sis Kelly, I'm finally free! Out of my slump—everything feels great again~'
Salena was over the moon.
'Yes, yes.'
Assistant Kelly beamed. 'You've got three to five days clear. Relax and recharge!
If there's anywhere you want to go, I'm in.'
'Deal, I won't be shy with you, sis!'
Salena swayed happily, humming; the thought of a vacation made her even giddier.
'Oh, right.'
Kelly added, 'Your phone's been buzzing since last night.
Looks like DMs on Insta.
Check when you're free.'
'I'm free now—let me hop on.'
In high spirits, Salena opened her inbox.
Better not to look—
one glance and her pupils dilated, her body jolted: 'Crap, someone's stolen my home!!!'
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