Then, everyone at Ran Studio, except for Lu Xiao, including the other two artists, Yuran and ng Qiuyan, vanished from the public’s view. No matter how steadfastly you stake out, you could hardly catch a glimpse of either of them.
Ran Studio issued an announcent.
Yuran would take a temporary leave from the industry for two years, and ng Qiuyan as well, going abroad for advanced studies, with a return date undecided within three years.
This move was unprecedented.
The audience, who had been imrsed in Xusheng’s massive scandal, were awaiting ng Qiuyan’s downfall.
After many directors spoke out, everyone again took the stance of spectators, waiting for ng Qiuyan’s next explanation.
In the end, she didn’t give a single explanation, not only that, but she also basically ignored it all, not caring about any outside voices.
When ng Qiuyan left the country, she only posted one official ssage on her microblog.
ng Qiuyan V: "If you are dissatisfied with , step on into the mud, never to rise again in this lifeti, or else wait and see beco invincible, impervious to sword and spear."
Three days before leaving, ng Qiuyan’s adoptive mother ca to Ran Studio and made a scene.
Her words were close to humiliation, holding a favor over her, speaking of the care she had provided over the years for ng Qiuyan, who was now planning to flee after encountering difficulties at Xusheng, an act lacking any conscience.
ng Qiuyan had always been grateful for the nurturing kindness of her adoptive mother, even after such excessive actions previously, she hadn’t thought of severing all ties with her, still wanting to support her, ensuring she had a dignified old age.
But upon seeing the group of reporters gathered outside Ran Studio, all her compassion faded away.
She looked at the fashionably dressed lady before her, her smile sowhat bitter and awkward.
"Back when ng Xusheng was ready to hurt , I fled overnight from what you called ho. You clearly saw it all from inside the room but you did not stop it,
I thought perhaps you were too scared to help , and I forgave you, but now, seeing your ferocious expression, I think, perhaps I thought too kindly of you.
Mom, I’ll call you mom one last ti. These years, the profits and resources I brought to Xusheng, you settle with ng Xusheng yourself—I’ve paid it back tenfold and still have leftovers;
As for your kindness in raising , I started earning money before I was of age, so your nurturing kindness, I’ve repaid it cleanly, or, perhaps we should consult the court to see how much I should compensate you—I won’t shortchange you a penny;
But from now on, we have no more dealings. You walk your bright path, and I’ll walk my log bridge; let’s not interfere with each other."
The wealthy lady pointed incredulously at her nose, "You ungrateful wretch, I should have let you suffocate to death in that small mountain village all those years ago."
ng Qiuyan chuckled bitterly, "Why pretend you are so noble? If it weren’t for my face, you would have never taken out, right?"
"Heh... To avoid gratitude, you sure can find every excuse. I don’t care, you must fish out your adoptive father; otherwise, we’re not done. I’ll expose your opportunistic nature to the dia.
An artist without morals, I’ll see how far you can go."
The expression of the wealthy lady as she spoke was full of ferociousness, clashing with her luxurious attire, and it felt disturbingly out of place.
ng Qiuyan’s face showed a despair greater than heartbreak.
She didn’t want to say a word, but Yuran picked up the conversation, "Please, go ahead and expose everything. I would also like to ask the audience if a mother, devoid of virtue and decency, who even attempts to pimp out her daughter, might be pointed at by thousands—I say go for it, we will accompany you to the end."
The society lady’s face turned a shade of purplish green, and she imdiately pointed her finger at Yuran, "Oh, I finally know why this wretched girl is so audacious. It turns out, you’re the seductive tramp here, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong."
Yuran wasn’t angry at all, really. The term "seductive tramp" was a complint to her.
Qi Younian’s expression changed several tis, and, not caring about the difference in strength between n and won, he pushed the society lady, "Get lost, what are you? Who gave you the right to run wild here? Can’t you see what you look like? Do you think you have the right to speak like this?
For ng Qiuyan to be adopted by soone like you, she must have been incredibly unlucky. You’re delusional. Do you know how ugly you look right now?"
"You, you, you..." The society lady pointed at Qi Younian, her face a picture of embarrassnt, dying of sha.
Kang Zhenyu’s face was also unsightly, "Princess, call security up here, say there’s a disturbance."
Princess was the receptionist of the studio, and at that mont, she was on high alert, imdiately obeying the order and returning to the front desk to start making a call.
The society lady lowered her hand that was pointing at Qi Younian, giving ng Qiuyan a vicious look, "You just wait."
ng Qiuyan didn’t speak, nor did she look at her.
Once the woman left, Yuran walked up to her, patting her on the shoulder, "Don’t worry, you go ahead and pursue further studies abroad, I will handle everything here."
ng Qiuyan smiled bitterly, "Yuran, I am really not heartless or cold-blooded, it’s just that after all these years, I’m tired. Actually, I’m not afraid of her exposing . I can live any kind of life, and I can manage even if I am no longer a public figure."
Yuran shook her head, "You belong in front of the cara; don’t waste your talent. She is just a minor issue, leave it to to handle. Rest assured."
ng Qiuyan humd in agreent, "Yuran, I want to leave for abroad as soon as possible, the sooner, the better."
"In three days, at nine in the morning, a flight to New York," Yuran said.
ng Qiuyan nodded, then fell silent.
So when ng Qiuyan released that official Weibo post, it was sowhat shocking for everyone, considering ng Qiuyan was at the peak of her career. Plus, with the recent clarification from Director Zhu Wei, her popularity had soared even higher.
Now, with just a bit of news, her popularity would spike incredibly high, but...
It was clear that ng Qiuyan wasn’t looking for this kind of foul-slling attention. She rely hoped that everyone would forget about her.
She was so much like Yuran in this way.
On the day ng Qiuyan left, the winter sun shone bright in the capital. She was dressed in a thick down jacket and wearing a fluffy hat, saying goodbye to Yuran, who had co to see her off at the airport. Accompanying them, wrapped up just as tightly, was Zhizhi.
ng Qiuyan received a kiss from Zhizhi, which lifted her spirits imnsely.
She touched Zhizhi’s little cheek, "When I co back, Zhizhi will be able to run and jump. Yuran, thank you..."
Yuran shook her head, "You and the studio have helped each other succeed. Besides, it’s Lu Xiao who’s responsible for you now. He’s pledged allegiance to the studio. There’s no need for thanks. And you too, you’ll have to pay it forward in the future, so there’s even less need for politeness."
ng Qiuyan chuckled, a rare mont of amusent for her. As the announcent ca over the loudspeaker, she stepped forward to embrace the mother and child, uttering a phrase that was simple yet deeply touching, "Yuran, I had thought that even if I was beyond salvation, I would have no regrets. But knowing you and everyone else, I’ve co to realize the beauty of this world and the connections with people I’ve made are intertwined;
Ever since I t you all, I fear falling into a deep abyss."
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