Chapter 82: The Hundred Flowers Award

The noble emerald accentuated Rong Qing’s already regal grace, making her appear even more dignified and magnificent. Huo Lingtian gently took her fair arm and, like a gentleman, pressed a kiss to it. In a low voice, he murmured, "You are truly beautiful, darling."

Her high heels struck the floor as Rong Qing stepped forward. A flush still lingered on her face, her heart racing as she tried to compose herself. Brimming with confidence, she embarked on her journey down the red carpet. Compared to other celebrities—handsome men and beautiful women paired together—Rong Qing’s companion was an old, rather unattractive man. Though the old man was dressed in a bespoke suit with lavish accessories and makeup that made him look much younger, there was no hiding his age. Director Wang Zhang had dyed his graying hair jet-black, and even meticulously shaved the whiskers at the corners of his mouth. He had instantly shaved off at least a decade.

Wang Zhang, beaming, held onto Rong Qing’s arm, the wrinkles on his face deepening with his smile. Rong Qing indulged the old man, matching her pace to his, which made the director look all the more pleased and triumphant.

When Rong Qing appeared arm-in-arm with the internationally renowned director Wang Zhang, it was as if a bomb had been dropped on the entire venue. Countless flashes fired in their direction, while outside, her fans held up signs, eagerly awaiting her arrival. Every time Rong Qing made an appearance, she set off a whirlwind in the fashion world. The pink, princess-style floral gown perfectly commanded the atmosphere. The strapless dress set off her fair skin, and the emerald at her neck dazzled, stunning the crowd. Her hair was styled in a noble, ancient updo reminiscent of aristocratic ladies from olden times, while her light, nude makeup lent her a touch of pure, natural charm. The pink dress was adorned with sweet, countryside flowers in a riot of colors, creating a visual impact, and the cinched waist accentuated her delicate curves. The floor-length gown swayed gracefully, highlighting her queenly presence.

Beside her, Wang Zhang was entirely different from his usual irascible self. He exuded the air of a charming gentleman, a mischievous smile on his lips, the maturity of his age giving him an added depth of allure.

The appearance of the nation’s most famous director and its hottest star brought even more excitement to the Hundred Flowers Awards. Rong Qing struck various poses, graciously allowing the media and fans to take pictures. Throughout, a faint smile played on her lips, as warm as a spring breeze. On several occasions, she and Director Wang Zhang exchanged whispered words, fueling rumors of their close relationship. Their walk down the red carpet was a series of delightful surprises.

Rong Qing went straight to the lounge. The award ceremony would officially begin at seven o’clock. After changing into her outfit for the awards, a crystal gown with a daring high slit, her entire aura became even nobler. Many stars had enjoyed their moment in the limelight, but to have a world-renowned designer like Master David craft a unique gown by hand, and to have the protection of a director like Wang Zhang—Rong Qing was the first in the country to achieve such honors. The crystal dress, adorned with a constellation of diamonds, left even top-tier celebrities in the dust. The emerald at her neck was a rare imperial gemstone of immeasurable value. Her breathtaking beauty and unique elegance made her stand out among the stars, shining amidst the profusion of blossoms in the entertainment world.

Even if some actresses harbored jealousy and tried to suppress her, it was all in vain. Her reputation and charisma made directors favor her naturally. She did not rely merely on her looks; any director who had seen "Golden Years" knew the strength of the girl standing before them. To have such a dazzling beauty under their banner, any film they made would be destined for success.

Rong Qing moved gracefully among the industry giants, neither haughty nor humble, always wearing her warm smile—how could anyone entertain ill intentions toward her? She frowned slightly as she watched Director Wang Zhang, disheveled and unruly, laughing and chatting while downing glass after glass of champagne.

"Excuse me, please, I’ll be back in a moment," she said politely, then walked straight toward Director Wang Zhang.

"Haha… How could my films not be good?" Wang Zhang, evidently having been plied with flattery, took another swig of champagne.

"Eh?" Wang Zhang squinted as a cool, slender hand stopped him. Seeing the beautiful young woman's serious expression, his bluster died away, replaced by a look of fear, almost pitiful.

"If you drink any more, do you want to lose your stomach?" Her brief words froze him on the spot. He knew this little rascal too well. Once, at a filming party, he’d had a few too many and his chronic gastritis acted up. This little one had turned grim, fussing over him with hot water and medicine, finally getting his pain under control. Since then, an unspoken rule had formed: only three drinks at dinners. Poor Director Wang Zhang—after a lifetime with even his wife unable to rein him in, he was now completely under the thumb of this little imp.

Wang Zhang gave a dry laugh and obediently put down his glass. Those nearby were stunned. Was this really the same Director Wang Zhang, famed for his forceful presence and wild ways? Why did he suddenly look so meek and docile before this young woman? It was almost terrifying!

Rong Qing's expression did not change. She picked up a wine glass and said, "I’ll drink a toast on behalf of Director Wang."

No one dared refuse—anyone who could put Director Wang Zhang in his place was someone to be reckoned with.

The guests enjoyed food and drink in the lounge for a while before the main event—the Hundred Flowers Awards ceremony—began. The seating had been arranged in advance. Rong Qing sat in the second row; the front row was reserved for superstar icons and renowned directors. As expected, Xie Mutian sat in front and greeted her.

"Congratulations on your Best Supporting Actress nomination," he said, a gentle smile on his face. Rong Qing sensed his sincerity. Though she’d rarely interacted with him on set, the guidance and care he gave her as a senior had earned him her respect as a friend.

Rong Qing showed her true self. Though King Xie had won so many national awards that he’d grown used to them, she still returned his well wishes: "Thank you, and the same to you."

The Hundred Flowers Awards officially began. Unlike previous years when the popular host Zhu Xi had presided, this time, surprisingly, the veteran anchor from the national broadcaster, Fan Sisi, took the stage. Her sweet voice echoed throughout the hall.

After a few pleasantries between the male and female hosts, they dove straight into the program. The first award up for contention was Best Picture. "Golden Years," "Heart’s Journey," and "A Famous Minister of the Era" were among the nominees. Wang Zhang looked composed, chatting with those around him as if unconcerned. The fact that this international director had even agreed to attend the ceremony was already a great honor for the organizers. Not to mention, his latest film had grossed 800 million worldwide, a testament to its incredible strength.

Though Fan Sisi was nearly forty, her sweet appearance and clear, bright voice radiated youthful energy. She blinked, carefully opened the envelope, and gasped in surprise. Her playful antics enlivened the atmosphere.

"The winner of the 53rd Hundred Flowers Award for Best Picture is… Wang Zhang’s ‘Golden Years’!" Thunderous applause broke out. Soon after, the president of the China Film Association was invited onstage to present the award.

Wang Zhang now looked every inch the battle-hardened general, calm after countless storms. He rose with poise, embraced the producer and screenwriter, and walked onto the stage amid cheers to receive his trophy. The president handed him the award with both hands, offering high praise for this master of Chinese cinema.

Wang Zhang, smiling, rubbed his nose and kissed the trophy. Standing at the podium, he raised the award high for all the cast and crew of "Golden Years" to see.

"I want to thank everyone in the crew for your cooperation and help. This trophy belongs to you." The applause grew even more enthusiastic. Some members of the crew were moved to tears; the victory belonged to all their efforts. For Director Zhang to recognize that, he was truly worthy of respect. "Actually, the one who gained the most from making this film was me. I’ve directed films for most of my life and won countless awards, but none has felt more real and precious than this one. Thank you for giving this old man your warmth and care in his twilight years." Wang Zhang’s affectionate gaze landed on Rong Qing. Half a lifetime gone, and now he was being moved by this little rascal. Hmph. How softhearted he’d become!

The spotlight illuminated the stage. The demeanor of this international director set a model for the entire industry.

With Wang Zhang’s trophy, the movie claimed its first victory. The awards for Best Actor, Best Actress, and Best Supporting Actress followed. Though Wen Rui had been nominated for Best Actress, she lost to Hao Yunlian, one of the "Four Little Flowers" from "Heart’s Journey." Best Actor, as expected, went to the film king Xie Mutian.

Next was the competition for Best Supporting Actress. Rong Qing’s portrayal of "Ling Fei," Qiong Yue’s portrayal of Empress Wu in "A Famous Minister of the Era," and the female army doctor from "The Commando Squad" were all strong contenders. Host Fan Sisi and her co-host ramped up the suspense, keeping everyone on edge.

"I remember this winner has been a presence on screen for several years," Fan Sisi said dramatically. But in truth, every nominee had spent years working in the industry, so her words meant little.

"Oh?" her male co-host feigned surprise. "I also heard she’s well known in the fashion world."

These words sent ripples through the audience, and everyone had a guess, though none were certain.

"Has everyone figured it out?" Fan Sisi asked, further stirring the excitement. "The winner of Best Supporting Actress is the performer of ‘Ling Fei’ in ‘Golden Years’—Rong Qing! Please come to the stage!"

Rong Qing, who’d been calm up to this point, was bowled over by the audience’s enthusiasm and the unexpected win. She walked onto the stage, still dazed.

"Come over here, Rong Qing," Fan Sisi said warmly, drawing her close like an old friend. She held the trophy in her hand, but teased, "I can’t give this to you just yet."

"How does it feel to be on the Hundred Flowers Awards stage for the first time?"

Rong Qing’s eyes sparkled with joy, but her composure made her seem even more mature. "It’s bittersweet, really—a mix of everything."

"Oh? That’s quite an unusual answer. Could you elaborate?" Fan Sisi handed the microphone to the beautiful woman before her.

"The bitterness is for all the hard work finally being rewarded. The sweetness is in being recognized by audiences and professionals alike, which makes me both thrilled and grateful. But winning this award is also a constant reminder to stay diligent—this is only the beginning of my journey, and there’s always more to learn!"

A wave of applause crashed from the audience. Her words moved not only the crowd, but inspired every actor present.

Even Fan Sisi was touched. Indeed, only someone so genuine and perceptive could win the hearts of so many.

"Today, we have the investor of the Hundred Flowers Awards to present this honor—you really are something, Qing." Fan Sisi’s teasing was affectionate but never overstepped, making her all the more likable.

"Let us invite Mr. Huo Lingtian, CEO of the Huo Group, to present the award!"

———Author’s Note———
Went to driving practice this afternoon, waited over an hour, sigh…