Chapter 97 Because I will help you.

Thinking of the argument with Jiang Luo on the phone last night, He Ziyan tentatively asked, "Brother Lin... do you want to act?"

"Yes." Jiang Luo readily admitted, "Actually, I really want to act, that's my profession. However, work isn't my whole life."

"Luo Luo, what kind of life do you want?"

Looking at He Ziyan's profile, she said calmly, "The life I want is one where I can act, eat, play games, and... have someone I like."

Before He Ziyan's gaze could reach her, she lowered her head, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers, and asked, "Isn't that too greedy?"

"Don't be greedy. Luo Luo, everything you want will come true." Her words were firm.

"How did you know? Are you a fortune teller?"

With the glow of the evening sun on his lips, He Ziyan spoke with great confidence, "Because I will help you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Luo couldn't help but chuckle.

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Arrive at your destination.

Hengyue Mountain Villa, a villa area.

He Ziyan drove straight to the entrance.

It was a detached villa, shaped like a medieval castle. There was a fountain at the entrance, and security personnel, all dressed in suits, stood around.

Vast lawns and magnificent buildings make the entire residential area gleam.

"Is this Lin Shuang's house?" Jiang Luo asked in surprise. "Is this a castle?"

She had only seen such a luxurious house when filming, but because the film set was messy, she didn't find it particularly special.

Now, craning my neck to look at the land that is more than twenty times larger than my own, I suddenly realize the vicissitudes of life.

Since the Lin family is so wealthy, why does Lin Shuang live in such an ordinary neighborhood?

"This is the house of Lin Shuang's grandparents. When they passed away, they left a will, leaving the house, shares, and savings to Lin Wan." He Ziyan reported the information he had gathered.

"Why?" Jiang Luo asked, puzzled. "They're all their children, Lin Shuang is their granddaughter too, why not give her a share?"

“In the Lin family, Lin Shuang is the one who is not accepted.” He Ziyan stopped, glanced at her sideways, and propped his arm up. “Luo Luo.”

Understanding his meaning, Jiang Luo smiled, reached out and took his arm, then asked, "Has Lin Shuang severed ties with the Lin family?"

"almost."

The two walked forward.

At the entrance, He Ziyan handed over their invitation.

Paper invitations with gold foil stamping are a symbol of the grandeur of a prestigious family.

Jiang Luo shook her head, "I really don't understand you rich families."

"Us wealthy families?" He Ziyan chuckled. "Luo Luo, you're underestimating yourself too much."

“Compared to you, the money I earn is nothing,” Jiang Luo retorted. “But someone said in public that he’s very rich.”

It was a boastful remark made while checking out at the supermarket.

He Ziyan remembered this and readily admitted defeat.

He nodded, straightened his collar, and said casually, "Someone remembers everything I said perfectly."

Pretending not to hear, Jiang Luo pointed ahead, "Look, Lin Wan!"

He glanced at her and looked in the direction she pointed.

In the distance, Lin Wan wore a simple black dress with a pure white jasmine embroidered at her waist.

Among the bright and beautiful dresses, that black dress stood out, adding a touch of solemnity.

Many people surrounded her, talking to her and exchanging pleasantries with her.

She rarely smiled, and her demeanor was just as aloof as Lin Shuang's.

"Don't you think... the clothes Lin Wan is wearing look a lot like SL's?" Jiang Luo frowned.

They just replaced the camellia with jasmine.

The same black and white color scheme, the same floral embellishment at the waist, and the same clean-cut tailoring.

Given his limited knowledge of clothing, He Ziyan only told Jiang Luo what he knew: "Lin Wan also created a clothing brand called Lover."

"Huh?" Jiang Luo stared in disbelief. "Is that her own brand of clothing? Isn't that plagiarism? Does being her older sister give her the right to plagiarize openly?"

He Ziyan guessed, "Perhaps it's a collaboration."

A collaboration?

It's not impossible.

But... Lin Shuang never mentioned it.

Jiang Luo still had some doubts.

His gaze swept around, searching for Gao Ming's figure.

Jiang Luo continued to stare in Lin Wan's direction.

Lin Wan's every word and action was as elegant as Lin Shuang's, and she had a habit of raising her wrists and holding them up.

Her expression was as indifferent as Lin Shuang's, and even her makeup was eight or nine parts similar to Lin Shuang's usual style.

She's practically a carbon copy of Lin Shuang.

It also resembles Lin Shuang's custom-made doll.

Although they are sisters, can they really look that alike?

Jiang Luo had seen many twins since she was a child, but none of them were quite like this.

That's so weird.

"Ziyan," Jiang Luo patted He Ziyan on the shoulder, "Do you have any siblings?"

He Ziyan hummed in agreement, then added, "I have a younger brother."

Does your younger brother...look like you?

"Similar? In what aspects?" He Ziyan led Jiang Luo to a corner.

Jiang Luo pondered: "Personality, I guess."

“People say we look alike, but my brother prefers game design, which is different from my hobby.” He Ziyan picked up the sparkling water from the table and handed it to Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo frowned: "I'm not driving. I want to drink."

"You can't drink alcohol while traveling." He Ziyan refused her request and gave her a sharp look.

Jiang Luo: "..."

Sparkling water it is.

Taking the sparkling water, Jiang Luo took a sip and asked, "Don't you think Lin Wan and Lin Shuang look...remarkably alike? Not in appearance, but in demeanor and movements, like human dolls from a horror movie."

He glanced at it and said calmly, "It's alright."

Jiang Luo: "..."

Men are indeed not sensitive to these things.

never mind.

Lin Wan is not the focus.

Gao Ming is the one.

Jiang Luo pulled her gaze away from Lin Shuang and asked, "Have you found Gao Ming?"

He Ziyan raised his chin to indicate, "Three o'clock."

Looking over, I saw a tall woman in a soft pink dress chatting with someone.

Perhaps she wasn't listening attentively, because she was half-turned and her gaze kept lingering on the entrance.

It seems they are waiting for someone.

That's Gao Ming.

More than her facial features, what impressed Jiang Luo most about Gao Ming was how incredibly thin she was, with an extremely slender waist that seemed so delicate it could be easily broken—thinner than most of the celebrities Jiang Luo had ever seen.

Are celebrities born this way because they want to look good on camera?

If I lose any more weight, I'll become a skeleton.

Oh.

Gao Ming looked over.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Luo lowered her face guiltily, pretending to fiddle with her clothes.

He Ziyan, standing next to her, remained calm and raised his glass in a gesture of greeting.

Gao Ming stared at them expressionlessly.

"Let's go," He Ziyan suggested.

Jiang Luo was at a loss: "Huh?"

"Hiding won't help."

"oh."

Jiang Luo, arm in arm with He Ziyan, mustered her spirits and walked towards Gao Ming.

Gao Ming kept staring at them, still holding a wine glass in her hand, exuding hostility.

The closer it got, the more nervous Jiang Luo became.

Gao Ming's slender figure added a touch of sharpness to her appearance, like a sword with a sharpened edge.