As Mr. Yan was driving her out, she pinned him down in the driver’s seat, kissing him for five minutes before releasing him, her breath all disheveled, almost declaring that this young lady wasn’t going anymore—but Uncle Yan gently pushed her away.
"Let take you there first."
At this mont, the beauty of the world didn’t tousle her hair; stray strands fell carelessly across her forehead; she wasn’t wearing glasses either, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, appearing sowhat nonchalant, yet fatally sensual.
"Will you wait for in the car later?" The young lady settled back in the passenger seat, her narrow eyes fixated on Mr. Yan as she blinked.
"I’ll wait for you," Mr. Yan said with a smile.
Because he was very familiar with the young lady’s burning gaze that seed to devour him whole.
It was a naked desire, an unabashed longing for possession.
Arriving at the hospital, Shi Lan got out of the car, fastened her hat and mask, and stord into the hospital.
Seeing her arrival, Deng Cong wasn’t pleased, saying, "You think I want to call you here? Shanshan wants to see you."
Shi Lan rolled her eyes and pushed open the door to Deng Lishan’s ward.
Once inside the ward, the young girl was organizing the text ssages she had received, all of them pleas for help, now filling up her inbox.
"Why did you call here?" Shi Lan asked as she sat down by Deng Lishan’s bed.
"I didn’t know who you were before, deceived by your story, really thought you were a fifteen or sixteen-year-old with a family business to inherit. Looking back now, I suddenly appreciate your acting skills as an artist," Deng Lishan said.
Shi Lan tilted her head to think, chuckled lightly, suddenly realizing she was now truly An Lan.
"Moreover, whatever your intentions were when you deceived , it ant a great deal to ."
"Or else, how could I comfort you without comparing miseries?"
"But your own story is even more tragic, isn’t it?" Deng Lishan asked, sowhat puzzled.
"Stop there; it’s not sothing worth reminiscing about." Shi Lan imdiately stopped Deng Lishan, no need to dwell on these details.
When it ca to tragic stories, truly no one could outdo the true Shi Lan.
"And these, I don’t know what to do." Deng Lishan handed over the text ssages she had received asking for help to Shi Lan, "Can you help these people?"
Shi Lan took Deng Lishan’s phone and browsed through a few ssages: "First of all, it’s hard to verify the authenticity of these ssages."
"Right, I think so too," Deng Lishan murmured, "I just feel everyone should experience light, but this is too much for a young artist like you. You should just go back to farming."
In the past, the young lady never bothered with such trifles, believing that everything had its cause and effect, and for fools like Deng Lishan, who didn’t know how to utilize their resources and wouldn’t resist even at death’s door, she couldn’t muster any sympathy. But now, she was actually capable of empathy! How terrifying!
Indeed, passion, like a knife atop one’s head, the pogranate dress hiding a chaotic burial ground.
If it wasn’t for her greed for Mr. Yan’s beauty, she wouldn’t be entangled in these affections and righteousness.
"Do you really want to help them?" The young lady let out a sigh, feeling she really needed to have a child because she thought she was too idle.
Deng Lishan looked at her, eyes bright, even filled with hope.
"But you have to understand, things like this happen every day, more than you can imagine, so what we can do is extrely limited, at most we can help them find the right channels for assistance."
"That’s enough, giving them a little hope is good," Deng Lishan said, "Like you gave hope."
"The excuses I made up?"
"No..." Deng Lishan shook her head, "I took so ti to look into your life experiences."
Shi Lan: "..."
"So, as long as you live well, you can give others hope. I will call for more people to like you."
Miss actually wanted to say she understood, but this was a child, and she had found sothing in her life story that enabled her to stand tall, so she couldn’t say anything to strike her down.
"Can I contact you? I an, when you have ti..."
"Sure, just don’t be like your dad, calling in the dead of night and disturbing other people’s good tis." Shi Lan finished speaking and entered her WeChat ID into Deng Lishan’s phone, "If you really want to help these people, you could try to persuade your dad to use art to awaken everyone’s awareness of the importance of education."
"I will."
Shi Lan handed the phone back and then turned around suavely, "Take a rest."
After speaking, Shi Lan left the ward, then faced Deng Cong’s complex eyes, "I know you heard our conversation, and if you really do plan to make this kind of movie, Shuangshi can invest, and I could reluctantly act as a producer."
Deng Cong shook his head and said, "Although my temper isn’t great, I’m good for my word. The movie I promised you will be prioritized. And whether it’s cyber violence or bullying at school, these are issues worth deep reflection in our ti. We’ll take it step by step."
Shi Lan nodded, acknowledging his conscience.
And here she was, clearly not a good person, but sohow forced to do many things she would’ve found unimaginable in her past life.
There was that saying again, beauty causes trouble.
...
After eting Deng Lishan, Shi Lan started to head back.
But, she and Yan did not wait to get ho, as their passion ignited in the car, and later, Yan did not pull out imdiately after they were done, all to increase her chances of getting pregnant.
The Miss was so exhausted she fell apart, and when she woke up in the middle of the night, she was already back in bed and felt refreshed all over.
Turning over, she saw Yan was still awake. Shi Lan threw herself over to him and then said, "Yan, you’re going to have to pay up again."
Yan, propping up his upper body, idly played with Shi Lan’s hair and smiled, "What trouble have you gotten into now?"
"Deng Lishan’s received a batch of ssages asking for help. I’ll need Uncle Yan to spare so people to help sift through these ssages tomorrow, to sort out the real from the fake."
"Can such things really be managed?" Yan Shixiu asked.
"They can’t," Shi Lan said honestly, "but we can add a new segnt to ’The Silent,’ cram these ssages in, and then invite professional lawyers to give online answers and suggestions, letting people know the channels they can seek help through."
"In the past, you never dealt with these matters..."
"Wasn’t I worse off than them?" Miss joked.
Yan Shixiu held her hand tighter, and just then, Shi Lan suddenly broke away from Yan’s hand, ran down from the bed to the washbasin, and began to throw up.
Yan Shixiu followed her with a complex expression and gently patted her back. After she finished throwing up, he said, "We should go to the hospital for a check tomorrow."
Shi Lan, patting her chest, glared at Yan, "Let’s go buy a pregnancy test now! What we did in the car was so... if by any chance, it doesn’t work out, let’s go to the hospital now!"
Having been excessive just before, Miss felt a bit scared thinking about it.
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