"......."
Hearing this, Ji Yunli, who was watching from the side, gasped. Anyone with eyes could see the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, especially the way the foreign man looked at Aorsa, which was far from innocent!
But...
Seeing that Mu Yiran remained silent, Ji Yunli coughed lightly, "That assistant director and this lady are...?"
The assistant director still smiled mysteriously. She hadn't expected Aorsa, who seemed to have the least background, to be so unassuming. He also wanted to watch the show, but Candice noticed Mu Yiran's unease and gave him a cold look.
The assistant director snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled Ji Yunli toward the banquet hall, saying, "Come on, let's get the wedding gift for your boss first..."
Ji Yunli was being pulled along by the assistant director's burly hands. She felt uncomfortable being gripped by those thick, rough hands. She had experienced being forced into even more humiliating touching before, so why did she feel angry and uncomfortable now? She forced a smile and distanced herself from the assistant director, glancing back every few steps.
The tall man bent down to speak to the woman in front of him; his humble posture and restrained gestures were so captivating.
Once the footsteps in the corridor had faded away, Mu Yiran finally met Candice's gaze. She hesitated, then asked, "Do you admit...?"
"Don't try to say I've mistaken you for someone else again, Ran." Candiece raised his hand to touch Mu Yiran's face, but then lowered his fist. "Even if another Mu Yiran appeared right now, I wouldn't mistake you for someone else. You are Ran, the Ran who made me climb from the 10th floor to the 11th floor, the Ran who made me get shot by Shi Youxi."
"Your acting skills have deteriorated. I was fooled by you last time, but I won't be this time."
"..."
Is it possible that it wasn't acting that time and I genuinely didn't recognize you?
Mu Yiran stopped pretending to be stupid; it would be impolite to continue.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pretend I didn't know you, it's just..." Mu Yiran glanced at the spot where Candice had been injured and felt that whatever she said now would be hindsight, so she could only keep apologizing, "I'm sorry."
"Whatever your reason for coming here, please let me know if there's anything I can do to help you, and I will definitely do it. I'm very grateful and also very sorry... because I made you—"
“I don’t need your apology. Five years ago, every time you tried to call me, you always said sorry and hung up, but that’s not what I wanted to hear,” Candice interrupted her. “And you never needed to apologize to me.”
"Ran, do you think that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been targeted by Shi Youxi, and I wouldn't have gotten hurt?"
He looked at Mu Yiran's lips as they instantly turned down and said knowingly, "But everything I did with you was voluntary, Ran. In the process of pursuing someone you like, there is no such thing as owing anything."
“I’m pursuing you, I want to be good to you, and I’m willing to do anything for you. I’m incredibly honored, and you don’t need to feel any burden.”
Over the past five years, Candice's Chinese has become even more fluent, a testament to his relentless pursuit and growing closer to the missing Mu Yiran.
“I’m so glad I kept bothering you back then, and I’m so glad I took this shot,” Candice said, lifting up his long sleeve to reveal a shallow scar about five or six centimeters long on the outside of his right arm. “If I hadn’t sent you out, if I hadn’t done anything, there wouldn’t even be this scar between us.”
He looked at Mu Yiran, blinking his beautiful blue eyes: "You'll make yourself forget me, and I won't even have the chance to be remembered by you."
“But this makes a difference… At least with you, I’m no longer someone insignificant, someone you can forget at any time.”
Candice pulled down her sleeve to cover the scar and said softly, "You asked why I came here. There's no reason. I've always lived in the same apartment. I finished my undergraduate studies at Bridges and got my master's degree. I joined Gudgy and started my own brand. I've followed your advice and always done what I love. And I've always... loved you."
"…………"
Candice looked into Mu Yiran's bright, expressive eyes. Every time those eyes looked into his eyes, his heart would race wildly, and this time was no exception.
Mu Yiran felt dizzy and disoriented listening to his direct and sincere confession.
She simply couldn't reciprocate Candice's feelings, not before, and not now, but because of the scar on his hand, even refusing him felt like a painful struggle.
How could she continue to enjoy his efforts so readily, just because it was called "liking" him, allowing her to shamelessly accept this favor that she could never repay?!
…It would be better to be more straightforward.
She only felt at ease when she had a clear understanding of whether she owed or not.
She already owes an ancestor a debt, so she can't owe anyone else anything.
Mu Yiran turned her head and exhaled, raising her left hand to the man whose eyes were full of longing: "Candice, actually I already—"
"—Smack!"
"You bitch!"
"???"
Mu Yiran raised her left hand to Candice as if she were showing off her raw gem glove, almost shouting a slogan before slapping her in mid-air, while Candice's attention had already shifted to the argument around the corner.
Most of the people here are connected to the production team.
He had no intention of getting involved in this. Frowning, he reached out to pull Mu Yiran along, trying to help her slip away. He whispered, as if calling out to her soul, "Ran! Let's sneak over there~ Hey?"
Candice turned his head and found that the perfectly healthy person was gone. He looked around searchily and then spotted the person he was looking for. He immediately charged in for a frontal assault!
Mu Yiran wasn't one to crowd around others; she didn't have that kind of relaxed demeanor. She went over because...
Just a wall away.
Wen Qingyu slapped Su Su hard across the face, then shook her hand in disgust before grabbing Su Su's ponytail. "What's wrong with you? Didn't we agree on this before we came?"
"You want to be on TV but don't want to ask for favors? Do you really think you can become famous with your worthless talent?! Huh?!"
Su Su's ears were ringing from being slapped so hard. Her voice trembled as she said, "Senior, before you came...that's not what you said. You said I just needed to shield you from the drinks...you didn't say that..."
Wen Qingyu poked Su Su's temple with her index finger again and again: "Yeah, blocking drinks, are you really innocent or just pretending? How shameless! You're already here, why are you still putting on an act! Without me, you wouldn't even be able to get in through the downstairs door. So many internet celebrities have to pay to get in, and you're just a little assistant, all I asked you to do is pour drinks, and you're putting on an act?!"
Su Su's eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to hide and scream, but her mind was filled with the tuition fees she had taken out in loans, the medicine her parents had been neglecting for so long for not yet being bought... and... what else? There were so many things, each one silencing her urge to scream and grabbing her legs as she tried to run out the door!
Seeing that she was crying without saying anything, Wen Qingyu thought about how she had specially taken a set of clothes from the closet for this woman, but so far she hadn't even given her a useful one. Her anger flared up, and she raised her hand, ready to swing it at Su Su's fair left cheek.
"Crying, all you do is cry, you idiot—"
Su Su, who was just under her palm, suddenly teleported, but her hand couldn't stop due to inertia and slammed heavily into the levitation sculpture that was protruding to the side—"Ah!"
Wen Qingyu took a deep breath, clenched her right hand, and glared at him with a ferocious expression: "Mu Yiran?! It's you again!"
Mu Yiran pulled the stunned Su Su behind her. "That's right, it's me again, your dearest cousin. Seeing your cousin so excited, do you miss me that much?"
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