Shortly after Lin Qingyu left, problems kept cropping up with the artists at their family's entertainment company. First, a female artist was exposed as a mistress, then a male artist faced online backlash for plagiarism, and later another female artist filed a formal complaint against him. Although these issues were resolved one by one, it wasn't a good omen.
That's when he started looking for Lin Qingyu. But it was as if she had vanished from the face of the earth—no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find her. Forced into a corner, he came up with the idea of holding a funeral, just to force Lin Qingyu out of hiding.
She came. But she was no longer Lin Qingyu—she called herself Lin Mengxing. Mengxing, Mengxing. That wasn't a good name.
Sheng Sinian sank into thought, the cigarette burning his fingers before he snapped back to reality. A twisted smile flickered across his face. He would win her back, no matter what.
The next day, Shen Yunyun and Lin Mengxing slept in until they naturally woke up. Today's schedule was simple: after visiting Lin Mengxing's parents' graves, they'd head straight to the airport to return to Goose City. Shen Yunyun really didn't want to stay in Haicheng any longer, afraid of running into the Qiao family. She now saw the Qiaos like toads—they might not bite, but they were still disgusting. It wasn't the toad's fault for being ugly, but crawling onto her foot and bothering her? That was uncalled for.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. No sooner had Shen Yunyun and Lin Mengxing stepped out of the hotel than they spotted the Qiao family. All of them, including Qiao Shiyue, that green tea bitch, not missing a single one. Shen Yunyun shot Lin Mengxing a helpless look and sighed. She truly admired Qiao Shiyue—after being publicly slapped yesterday, she could still act as if nothing had happened today. That was some thick skin.
"Yunyun." Qiao Zhenguo spotted Shen Yunyun coming out and immediately flashed what he thought was a warm, friendly smile. To Shen Yunyun, it was more than a little unsettling. He looked haggard, his spirit drained, like someone just recovering from a serious illness.
Shen Yunyun stopped in front of him. "Uncle, Auntie."
"Yunyun, is that how you talk to your parents?" Guo Yuhua scolded playfully.
Shen Yunyun turned to Guo Yuhua, who looked rosy-cheeked—clearly the longevity pill was working wonders. It not only improved her sleep but also boosted her vitality. Her gaze shifted between Qiao Zhenguo and Guo Yuhua, curious if their marital life was still in sync. Could Qiao Zhenguo's exhaustion be from Guo Yuhua draining him? Shen Yunyun had a hundred questions but felt it would be rude to ask.
"Auntie, please watch your words. We have no relationship anymore."
"Qiao Yunyun, what exactly do you want? Do you think a few kowtows can erase the debt of our parents raising you?" Qiao Pengyu snapped angrily.
Shen Yunyun turned to him. "Raising me? I was doing fine at the orphanage, waiting for my biological parents to come and reunite with me. But they, to avoid exposing that they'd lost their own daughter, pretended to take me in. The moment their real daughter was found, they couldn't wait to kick me out. How dare you talk to me about the debt of raising me?"
"You're being completely unreasonable." Qiao Penghua stepped in when he saw his older brother losing the argument.
Shen Yunyun looked at him. "Second Young Master Qiao, tell me, what did I say wrong?"
"Qiao Yunyun—"
"Stop right there. My name is Shen Yunyun."
"Fine, Shen Yunyun. Why do you have to be so prickly? Why can't you get along with Yueyue?"
"I have trypophobia—I can't stand people with too many schemes." Shen Yunyun recalled Lin Duidui's words and knew she had to use them.