"It does look somewhat familiar. There are only a handful of people in China and even abroad who know how to apply makeup, and even fewer whose techniques are familiar to us. Are you suspecting something?"
Luo Wuyan somewhat understood what Lu Zhiwei was thinking.
Lu Zhiwei sat back down in her chair, turned on her computer, and started looking up information about Song Anran.
However, Song Anran's information was flawless, and there was not a single suspicious sign.
"Shen Shuyuan is dead. She couldn't possibly be alive. You and Shen Jinmo saw it with your own eyes." Luo Wuyan told her to calm down and not let hatred blind her.
In fact, their conjecture is too crazy and simply impossible.
How can a dead person come back to life?
“I know, it’s precisely because it’s impossible that I find it strange. Let’s add one more item to the design league finals. I want to test it out.”
Shen Shuyuan was her lifelong nemesis.
She's dead, and she's only been able to live a much more comfortable life lately.
If she hadn't died.
How could she let her go?
How do you want to try it?
Lu Zhiwei whispered her thoughts into Luo Wuyan's ear.
After listening, Luo Wuyan's expression turned serious: "This method is feasible, but it will pose a huge challenge to your hands and body. Your body has not fully recovered yet, so we cannot take the risk."
"Do you think Shen Shuyuan, who has lost everything, would still choose love?" Lu Zhiwei had always felt that Song Anran was a bit strange.
She kept saying she loved Shen Jinmo, but she wished she could cause trouble for the Shen family.
Her hatred seemed to outweigh her love.
That's the flaw!
"Probably not. If I were her, and could live again, I would never love a man like Shen Jinmo again, even if it meant dying. She went astray and ruined her life for a man," Luo Wuyan said, rubbing her chin.
“Yes, so… more than gaining love, she’s more inclined to make up for everything she’s lost. She’s always wanted to beat me; she’s ambitious in both love and career.” Lu Zhiwei was very certain.
Luo Wuyan nodded: "Okay, we'll do it your way."
...
Song Anran was frightened and spent a week in the hospital to rest and prepare for childbirth.
Su Ziheng took care of her every step of the way, showing her utmost attentiveness.
Song Anran repeatedly tried to drive him away with sarcastic remarks, but he ignored them all.
On the day she was discharged from the hospital, Song Anran packed her things, preparing to return to the Shen family's old house.
Su Ziheng was very unhappy. After paying the bill, he returned to the ward and stood at the door with a sullen face.
Carrying her bag, Song Anran walked up to him: "What, you've served me for a week and it's not enough? You want to serve me for the rest of your life? It's not your child I'm carrying. Do you really enjoy raising someone else's child?"
“Song Anran, come back to the Su family with me. What Shen Jinmo can give you, I can give you too. Don’t go back, okay?” Su Ziheng held her wrist, his eyes revealing a hint of pleading.
Song Anran wasn't buying it at all, shaking off Su Ziheng's hand. "I told you before that we were just getting what we wanted, just playing around. Don't take it too seriously. Su Ziheng, I thought you knew your limits. If you keep going like this and ruin my plans, I'll never forgive you."
Su Ziheng hates being threatened the most.
He is also the sole heir of the Su family and a renowned prodigy in Yunzhou's elite circles.
"It's easy to get caught up in things, I admit, I'm pretty deeply involved. I don't want to let go." Su Ziheng then wrapped his arms around her waist.
Close the ward door.
His tall body pressed down on her, his hands gripping her wrists and pinning her against the door.
There is a significant power imbalance between men and women.
Song Anran was like a fish on a chopping board, held captive by him.
"What are you trying to do?" Song Anran asked him angrily.
Su Ziheng's devilish face drew closer, "What do you think?"
Before she could utter another word, a domineering and forceful kiss sealed her lips, silencing all her words.
Extreme anger compelled Song Anran to push him away forcefully.
However, Su Ziheng became increasingly frantic, grabbing her chin and deepening the kiss.
The rampant entanglement hooked at a cluster of ignited flames, which burned ever brighter.
Song Anran was furious. Finding an opening, she opened her lips and bit him.
Sharp teeth pierced his thin lips, seemingly tearing off a piece of flesh.
The smell of blood spread.
Su Ziheng released her in pain, a trickle of bright red blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"You bastard!" Song Anran slapped him across the face.
The burning sensation on his left cheek instantly turned bright red.
Su Ziheng smiled slightly, his lips curving into a silly grin: "Song Anran, of all people to mess with, you had to mess with me."
"I was so blind to choose you as my substitute." Song Anran pushed him away forcefully and stormed out of the room.
Su Ziheng, who remained where he was, rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers and gave a satisfied smirk.
They didn't chase after them.
Kites belong to the sky, so let them fly in the sky.
As long as he holds the string, that's fine.
On the way back, Song Anran frantically wiped her swollen lips, as if she felt guilty and afraid that Shen Jinmo would notice something.
When Song Anran returned to the old house, she found that Jiang Jingyu was not there.
She asked all the servants in the old house about Jiang Jingyu's whereabouts, but the Shen family seemed to have already agreed on a story and didn't mention Jiang Jingyu at all.
Left with no other choice, Song Anran rushed to the Shen Group.
She walked into the lobby of the Shen Group with ease.
The receptionist stopped her: "Ms. Song, you need to make an appointment to see our CEO, Mr. Shen."
“I’m carrying your CEO Shen’s child. If something happens to me, can you take responsibility?” Song Anran pressured the receptionist.
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