Su Yi, being a chemistry master's student at a prestigious university in Beijing, instinctively suspected that Cheng Ran had eaten or applied something that caused an allergic reaction.
"Is it an allergic reaction, or did you eat something bad? I see some signs of food poisoning—"
Mu Yiran waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I just haven't been sleeping very well lately, but everything else is normal, Su Yi, don't worry."
Su Yi was still not entirely at ease, but Shi Youxi came over, and she knew that the occasion was not suitable for saying these things, so she insisted that Mu Yiran go to the hospital for a full check-up.
Mu Yiran nodded and agreed, then took out a makeup mirror and looked at herself. She found that there was indeed a little bit, but since the original owner of this body didn't usually need to wear concealer, this bluish-black mark was barely noticeable, and it didn't seem as serious as Su Yi had described...
"What are you looking at?"
A finger reached down from the makeup mirror, and the next moment, another face squeezed out of the small mirror.
Shi Youxi, standing at the corner of the mirror, was staring at the woman reflected in it. Mu Yiran asked him:
How do you think of me today?
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that several men had finally stopped looking at the woman. Shi Youxi narrowed his eyes, turned around and walked up to her, carefully examining her.
Unlike others, in Shi Youxi's eyes, a woman's face is always her original appearance, although sometimes he might favor Cheng Ran, especially when she wears heavy makeup.
But at home and in public, her makeup is very light, and her older sister look is more prominent.
It's really beautiful.
Shi Youxi looked at her slightly made-up eyebrows and eyes, and her rosy lips, and said in a hoarse voice:
"You look beautiful today...did you dress up especially for me?"
Mu Yiran touched her eyelashes in the makeup mirror and clicked her tongue:
"How can you talk like that? Does that mean I'm not pretty if I don't dress up?"
Shi Youxi opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to agree, but seeing the woman's self-admiring expression, coupled with the men around her subtly glancing at her, a cold glint flashed in Shi Youxi's eyes, and he pursed his lips:
"It's not good-looking."
What?!
Facing the woman's "I'll kill you if you dare tell the truth" gaze, Shi Youxi resolutely said:
"My sister is simply unattractive without dressing up."
"Crunch!"
The makeup mirror was slammed shut.
Mu Yiran raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I've changed my mind. I suddenly don't want to give those gifts anymore!"
"!"
Shi Youxi's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed her arm, "Actually, it's still very beautiful... but only when I'm watching it."
Mu Yiran didn't hear the last half of the mumbled sentence and clicked her tongue:
"Actually, it's still... is it really that difficult?"
Shi Youxi took a step forward. "My sister promised me, but she's going to lie to me?"
The expectation on his face was so obvious, like a little kid who had to say nice things to get a red envelope. Mu Yiran's mischievous side stirred, and she wanted to tease him even more:
"But what can I do? I prepared a similar gift for you, just like Xiao Guan, but you don't seem to like it?"
"similar?"
Shi Youxi's lips twitched, and she glanced at Guan Shiyan, who was still holding the underwear and shirt. Lin Zhi and Ling Ken had been dragged away by Lin Wenjing for a talk. Lin Zhi was tortured into confessing, but she refused to delete the photos.
Having no other option, Lin Wenjing resorted to torture to force Lin Zhicheng to confess.
Ling Ken's eyes were blurry with tears, but Lin Zhi gave him a resolute look that said, "Stay calm, we can win!"
In contrast, the mastermind, Guan Shiyan, pretended to be innocent at this point, and the two of them stood close together next to Su Yi, watching the show.
Guan Shiyan held the two "tools of the crime," and, feeling Shi Youxi's sinister gaze, proudly waved the shirt in his hand.
Shi Youxi: "..."
He looked back at the woman's smiling face and hesitated, "My sister's taste shouldn't be as bad as his..."
As a designer, Mu Yiran certainly does!
She snapped her fingers:
"That's right, so I prepared pink, which best suits our young master's temperament!"
Shi Youxi: "..."
"Why do you think this color suits me?" Shi Youxi asked helplessly.
“You’re fair-skinned and pretty, aren’t you? Pink suits you so well,” Mu Yiran asked Ai Ni to bring over a box, which contained a light pink shirt.
"Don't you like it? If you don't like it, I'll give it to someone else—"
The boy took the box directly, his handsome face beaming with an irrepressible smile.
He glanced at it, closed the box, and said calmly:
"What's prepared for me is mine. Whether I like it or not, it's mine, and only I can handle it."
Ai Ni wanted to help him put the box in his room, but the boy held it tightly, the veins on the back of his hand slightly visible.
Ai Ni: "?"
Didn't you dislike it?
Shi Youxi held the box with satisfaction and looked at her: "Is there more?"
Of course there are more, a whole bunch.
Mu Yiran originally intended to give him the remaining gifts after he blew out the candles, and then naturally introduce herself.
but……
She glanced at the banquet hall, where the atmosphere was still very lively. Shi Yan and Cheng Yuan, who was in exceptionally good spirits, moved around the venue, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts. Wherever they went, they were the center of attention, surrounded by people with fawning faces.
Few people seemed to care about the main character of the dinner party.
Mu Yiran felt a pang of sadness, but seeing the boy's expectant gaze, she nodded.
"Do you have some time now? If so, I'll take you to get your gift."
Shi Youxi used his height to block the view on one side, holding the cardboard box in one hand and grasping the woman's slender thigh with the other, his thumb pressing against the back of his hand twice.
"Then please take me there quickly, sister."
The boy held her hand, looking down reverently at the woman before him.
“There’s still a while until midnight, before I need to return to the banquet stage as Shi Youxi of the Shi family…”
"It's just Shi Youxi, who wants to celebrate her birthday with her sister."
"……good."
Mu Yiran grasped the boy's hand in return, tilted her head back and laughed, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling like crystal chandeliers.
The woman's light and tender voice was like a spell, etched into Shi Youxi's very bones.
Mu Yiran said with a smile:
"Come on, my Cinderella, let me take you to see the beautiful glass slippers!"
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