Chapter 31: Heartfelt Confession (Part 2)

Lan Su rarely drinks.

　　In the past, when she was in the Lan family, antiques always got into trouble on the road. Today they were stolen by tomb robbers, and tomorrow they were intercepted by people from the enemy gang. She was out dealing with them 360 days a year.

　　After finally taking a break, she went to the small town tavern and ordered a glass of bitter buckwheat starry sky. The bitter taste was relieved by the stimulation of alcohol, and she regained the sense of being a living person. Her alcohol tolerance was just this much, no more, no less.

　　I felt a little more bitter that night, so I drank one more glass.

　　A delicate breath rushed to my thigh through the fabric of my trousers, and I felt a tingling sensation. The fingers holding my arm moved, and I looked up and said to Ai Li and the others:

　　"You guys go in, I'll come."

　　Xiaolan was horrified: "How can this be possible? She is so drunk, Mr. Huo, you can't move her by yourself!"

　　Ai Li, however, saw through everything, pulled Xiaolan back, and said to Huo Yan: "Then call us if you need anything."

　　The lobby on the first floor returned to its tranquility. The crystal chandelier dropped vast starlight, illuminating Huo Yan like a statue of a goddess protecting mortals.

　　Lan Su threw himself on her legs, his coat spread out like a fishtail, and his hands climbed upwards like a butterfly struggling in a spider web.

Huo Yan held her like this, his head lowered, and he felt a sense of divine compassion. His feet touched the ground, and the soft carpet swallowed up all the sounds. His arms went over her back and knees, and he lifted her up effortlessly.

　　Everything in the huge building is quiet, every object stays in its own place, even the light at the edge is evenly distributed, and the lines are clear. In the precise space where every inch of light is carefully calculated, only one thing is blurry.

　　It was a pair of overlapping figures, one holding the other horizontally, going up the winding stairs step by step. The blurry shadows moved slowly on the ground, like the only living thing in this shrewd and calculating world.

　　The drunk Lan Su was very well behaved. He didn't cry, make a fuss, go crazy, or get poetic.

　　She just snuggled up in the warm embrace, greedily breathing in every breath of the ebony and citrus perfume, thinking that this must be the smell of heaven.

　　His back touched the soft mattress and his body seemed to sink into the clouds. The thick and fluffy comfort evoked a sense of familiarity. Lan Su slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were unfocused, like fog and water, and it took him a long time to focus on this beautiful face.

　　"Huo Yan."

　　She called her name in a soft voice.

Huo Yan slowly pulled out the hand that was pressed under her body, and used her slender fingers to push away the long hair lying on her face. Her tone was unusually soft:

　　"You are drunk, go to sleep."

　　Lan Su looked at her blankly, her willow-shaped eyes half opened, reflecting the dark golden glow of the bedside lamp, like a misty aristocratic girl in a medieval oil painting.

　　"Don't hate me."

　　She said, her words full of begging:

　　"I've always been hated."

　　Bitter lilac flowers bloom at the foot of the mountain. Tall peaks block the sunlight, and the mountain is dark all year round, with no view of the sky. Even though the flowers are in bloom, there is no fragrance at all, only bitterness that seeps into every grain of sand in the soil.

　　The bony fingers were slightly bent, and the shadow lingered at the edge of the bed for a long time, moving up along the lines of the silk quilt, and finally falling on the top of the soft head.

　　"I don't hate you, not now and not in the future."

　　Huo Yan, known as the Jade Yama, would one day say such soothing words.

　　Information ferments extremely quickly in the multimedia age, especially in the entertainment industry, where capital is involved, internet trolls are in power, and vicious words are amplified infinitely across the Internet.

[Who else doesn't know that Lan Su is a big shot? If a reporter who doesn't like the interview is directly used by Huo Yan's connections, he will be asked to pack up and leave]

　　[I've heard about it too. Although she's just a small influencer in self-media, not a regular media, she agreed to be interviewed. It's really unkind of her to go back on her word.]

　　[How could she be Huo Yan's little wife? She's so arrogant even before her debut, I thought she was a diva.]

　　[Looking at her face, she is not a good person. She is still marketing herself as a red carpet killer. Everyone else is smiling, but she is the only one with a sullen face, thinking that others owe her money]

　　[Two different people can sleep in the same bed. Isn't Huo Yan also known as the Jade Yama of the business circle?]

　　[Huo Yan has killed three of his wives, why doesn't he kill her too]

　　[It was only a matter of time. I could tell from the first glance that Lan Su was a doomed star.]

　　Ta-ta-ta…

　　The phone tapped rhythmically on the desk, and then he dialed his assistant Jiang Feng.

　　"Hello, Mr. Huo?" Jiang Feng's cell phone would not ring more than three times.

　　Huo Yan was straightforward and clear: "Xiao Feng, I'm sorry to bother you so late. There was a PR company at the film festival yesterday. Did you leave your business card?"

　　Jiang Feng quickly said, "The one who stayed is from Meiyu Co., Ltd. The director's surname is Xie."

　　"Send it to me."

　　"good."

Jiang Feng edited the information and sent it over, asking one more question: "Does the company need to do public relations? Is there anything?"

　　Huo Yan threw out a sentence: "It's not a company."

　　The call went into a busy tone, and Jiang Feng recalled the conversation just now in a daze——

　　Why does it feel like the boss speaks softly tonight?

　　illusion?

　　The early morning wind chased through the arched lattice windows, and the iris leaves on the balcony swayed with the poetic feeling of willows swaying in the wind. A few sparrows flew by, leaving behind their chirping sounds, which were transmitted into the bedroom through the glass window. The sounds were so subtle that it was hard to tell whether they were in a dream or reality.

　　His eyeballs moved beneath his eyelids, and the thin eyelids slowly opened. A ray of light leaked into the room through the tightly closed curtains, quietly illuminating the fluff of the carpet in the narrow line of light.

　　"Um..."

　　Lan Su stared at the narrow light in a daze, and his brain, which had just started working, hesitated for a long time before it came back to consciousness.

　　Yesterday she went to a tavern in a small town and drank three glasses of Bitter Buckwheat Starry Sky, which was more than she could drink normally, and she seemed to be drunk.

　　It seemed that someone was carrying her upstairs, but the face was blurred in the vision and could not be seen clearly.

　　Click.

The bedroom door was gently opened and a face poked its head in quietly - it was Xiaolan, who was about to wake her up.

　　"Miss Lan, are you awake?"

　　Xiaolan walked away with a bright smile and turned on the gentle wall lamp.

　　"I wanted to let you sleep a little longer, but Mr. Huo said that he would take you to sign the contract later, so he asked me to come and call you."

　　Lan Su sat up on the mattress with one hand, her eyes dull and her long hair messy on the side of her pretty face.

　　"contract?"

　　Xiaolan came in to help her find clothes, "Yes, aren't you going to shoot Guo Tianwang's MV? Where's the female lead?"

　　It seems that this is true. And she was chosen by Guo Le's agent.

　　"Are you anxious?" she asked.

　　Xiaolan said seriously: "Of course! You are so popular now, they are afraid that you will cooperate with others, so of course they want to snatch you away!"

　　Lan Su was puzzled: "Am I angry?"

　　Xiaolan turned around to look at her, with an expression as if to say, "What kind of alternative Versailles performance are you performing?", and opened the Weibo hot search on her phone and handed it to her.

　　Lan Su hesitated for a moment, but still picked it up and looked at it.

　　[Surprise! Lan Su is actually the reincarnation of a phoenix]

[A master calculated Lan Su's horoscope and found that his childhood was extremely dangerous and he would have a great calamity, but after successfully overcoming the calamity, it would be like being reborn in Nirvana, and he would definitely be very rich and powerful in the future.]

　　[Huo Yan's fate is very hard. If the other half has a soft fate, not only will it not last long, but it will also bring disaster. Lan Su's zodiac sign and time of birth are both dragons. The five elements and four pillars of birth are all destiny, which is extremely compatible with Huo Yan]

　　[The reincarnation of the phoenix... No wonder she looks so expensive at first glance]

　　[Let me pray and get some joy]

　　[Repost this Lan Su, you can survive an accident]

　　[Ah, I have a Level 4 exam tomorrow, please let me take a breath]

　　There is something very strange about modern people: on the one hand, they advocate materialism and do not believe in ghosts and gods, but on the other hand, they pray to gods and Buddhas without fail. In the past two years, fortune-telling has become popular, attracting a large number of young people and even overshadowing the popularity of horoscopes.

　　In just one day, the two's images changed from "unlucky wife" to "lucky wife". Even the comment section of Mei Ailiya's official Weibo was filled with emoticons of hands folded together, and all were wishing posts about taking exams, postgraduate entrance exams, and civil service exams.

　　What's going on?

He had basically been scolding her the day before, but how did the situation change after one night?

　　The chaotic memory moved, like a young bud flickering in the rain, and a gentle voice sounded in my mind:

　　"I don't hate you. Not now, and not ever."

　　The vibration of the vocal cords became hoarse due to the low moaning. The vague memory was like the foggy mirror in the bathroom. When it was wiped with a towel, the clear face that appeared in the instant was Huo Yan's face.

　　Did Huo Yan carry her up?

　　This thought passed through his mind like an electric wave. He frowned and raised his head to ask:

　　"Who carried me up here yesterday?"

　　Xiaolan was stunned for a moment. She had just been taught a lesson by Ai Li in the morning, so she naturally knew what to say:

　　"We are together, have you forgotten?"

　　Lan Su stared at her expression. He couldn't seem to read anything on that innocent face. However, the voice returned to his ears, a reality beyond all dreams.

　　"wrong."

　　She didn't believe Xiaolan.