The next day, Zhou Sulun received a call from Bai Suqing in the early morning.
“Mr. Zhou…” Bai Suqing was shy and reserved as usual.
Usually, this kind of voice would have caused Zhou Sulun to feel pity, but all he could think of was Mu Rulan. She had the same gentle voice, but she carried no lack of confidence, and whenever he thought of her his heart would pound.
The feeling was much different when compared to what Bai Suqing elicited.
He had been silly to believe with just one sentence from Bai Suqing that she was going to do the dishes, having him imagine that Mu Rulan was the evil stepsister.
“Miss Bai, do you need something?”
Miss Bai? Translated by The Novelst
Bai Suqing clenched her fist, recalling Zhou Sulun’s meeting with Mu Rulan. Starting then, he had distanced himself from her but cozied up to Mu Rulan.
She bit her lip and said, “Mr. Zhou, I… You… Could you lend me some money?”
Bai Suqing, thinking she could subdue Zhou Yaya, had spent quite a bit of money on the hooligans and the drugs as well. She was all out of money.
Zhou Sulun paused. “What?” His words dripped with disbelief. As the foster daughter of the Mu Family, she was out of money?
Bai Suqing seemed to be crying. “S-Sorry. I called home for my sister but the butler said my sister isn’t feeling well, so she can’t speak. But I… S-Sorry. If it’s inconvenient then nevermind, I…”
“Wait, how much do you need?” When Zhou Sulun heard Bai Suqing mention Mu Rulan, he interrupted her.
Money wasn’t a big deal. Bai Suqing was Mu Rulan’s little sister. Before this he was thinking of ways to get closer to Mu Rulan. If he lent money to Bai Suqing, Mu Rulan might owe him a favor.
Bai Suqing, unseen on the other end of the line, pulled up a sneer. She would be going to G City to speak with TMT Universal Entertainment. If the contract was good enough she would sign it.
She calculated the fares needed and the amount she would need for self-care, and came to an amount: “O-One million… Is that okay?”
One million?! That wasn’t chump change. Zhou Sulun didn’t ask why she needed the money, only thinking of ways to use this to get closer to Mu Rulan.
“Send me your account details. I’ll transfer it to you.”
Bai Suqing sent the information over quickly and in a few minutes she received a notification from the bank. Zhou Sulun had really transferred one million to her.
Bai Suqing looked in the mirror at herself, both her cheeks still scratched up like cat whiskers, eyes dark. Mu Rulan, Zhou Yaya – what you owe me, I’ll make you pay up double!
Duan Yao brought food for Mu Rulan.
Mu Rulan leaned back in her bed, watching Duan Yao inspect her puppet collection in her display. She squinted at him – was the person she saved really this Duan Yao?
The reason she had rescued Duan Yao was because she saw her past self in him. Though he was stupidly stubborn, he was his real self.
But what had happened? After her stay in the hospital for a few months, the Duan Yao she saw had changed.
The Duan Yao she had saved was stubborn, hot tempered, and easy to see through.
But the Duan Yao in front of her now was lazy, mysterious, and hard to read.
“Who are you giving this to?” Duan Yao grabbed a beautifully wrapped present in the display. Wouldn’t this also be a puppet?
Mu Rulan swallowed her fishball and replied, “There’s an aunt that has admired my puppets for a long time. It’s almost time that I give one to her.”
“Aunty?” Duan Yao returned the gift to its place.
“Which reminds me, today isn’t Sunday. Duan Tongxue really skipped class to come visit the president – do you think this is okay?”
“And this president is eating the food delivered by such a bad student who skipped class,” he said, a hint of a smile visible.
He walked to her messy desk, flipping through a few completed practice exams on top of the stack of thick books. Then he stopped, noticing something.
It was a draft… for a human puppet doll.
On white A4 paper, there was a lifelike drawing of a man’s body. The man looked to be 1.9 meters tall, with a strong butcher’s physique. His limbs were tangled in threads, twisting him into an odd posture.
Duan Yao looked at the drawing, his tone undisturbed: “When did you learn to draw?”
“My art has always been great,” she said, lifting her head to scan the draft in Duan Yao’s hand without changing her expression.
“You want to design clothes?”
Mu Rulan shook her head.
“Then why draw a human body? Such an ugly body… If you’re looking for a model, shouldn’t you find someone like me?”
“Hehe…” she chuckled softly, shaking her head.
“Why did you draw this?” He saw that there was the word ‘Jin’ inscribed in the corner of the paper. It was a beautiful picture – wasn’t it drawn by Mu Rulan?
“You can’t tell? It’s a human puppet doll design,” she smiled deeply. “As a puppet designer, isn’t it normal to design the pose that best suits him?”
“Tsk,” Duan Yao threw the draft back on the desk. “This designer is a freak.”
“Is that so?” Mu Rulan turned away.
Duan Yao was disinterested, “I heard there’s a star coming to our school to shoot an MV. If you don’t want to see liu Silan in a mess, you should get well and come back soon.”
“Hm? Who?” Mu Rulan was surprised.
Dong Sixuan, huh… In the past, Dong Sixuan had come to Liu Silan to shoot for his music video. At that time, she had also come to watch with his fans, but in actuality she was only able to see his golden hair and body from afar.
But what concerned her now was that when he first entered their school the female population became so excited that there was a stampede. Two girls who were smaller in size were trampled and died.
Dong Sixuan’s charm was indeed enormous: he was a dangerous person.
“When is it?” Mu Rulan asked. Translated by The Novelst
“I heard it’s going to be next Saturday.”
“Alright, got it.” As the leader of Liu Silan High School, how could she allow an outsider to disturb the order? No can do ya.
Proofread by: Hannah