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"Brother, Sister, are you ready?"
A broad hand covered the two soft mounds on Shen Qingyou's chest, her collar pulled down to one shoulder, exposing her alluring shoulder. The white dress had been pushed up to mid-thigh, her face flushed and her eyes charming. And what about Qing Cang? The hardness in his groin was evident, his shirt had been pushed up to his neck by Shen Qingyou. Just at this critical moment, a loud shout from outside interrupted them.
Ignore it, disregard it, pretend not to hear...
Continue, continue...
"Brother, Sister, are you there?"
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Outside, Zhang Xiaoli's strong knocking echoed again. Qing Cang's face was dark enough to kill; he regretted it deeply and was annoyed. Why did they have to choose this noisy and troublesome woman as their guide?
"Brother, Sister, hurry up! I'm waiting for you in the lobby!"
Outside, Zhang Xiaoli let out two strange laughs. Qing Cang turned his head, deciding to finish what he had started, but where was Shen Qingyou now?
"Serene!"
Damn it, is this really necessary?
Dressed neatly again, Shen Qingyou stood at the door with a bright smile. "Cang, I'm going down first. You," she glanced at his third leg, "have ten minutes to sort yourself out!"
Before Qing Cang could roar in response, she quickly opened the door and slipped out, leaving him facing an entire room of awkwardness!
Zhang Xiaoli, I'm going to deduct your salary...
Rushing into the bathroom, Qing Cang turned the showerhead to the maximum. The cold water in April still carried a bone-chilling chill as it poured over him...
In the hotel lobby, dressed in black sportswear and wearing a white baseball cap, Zhang Xiaoli was animatedly chatting with the Receptionist. Upon seeing Shen Qingyou, she immediately waved to the Receptionist and ran over to Shen Qingyou. Her dark eyes scanned Shen Qingyou up and down several times, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she said, "Sister, are you coming down soon? I thought we would have to wait for half an hour!"
Shen Qingyou's mouth twitched a few times as she looked at the wicked Zhang Xiaoli and asked, "What’s our schedule for today?"
"Sister, our schedule for today is arranged like this: first, we will take the cable car down the mountain, and then..."
Zhang Xiaoli began enthusiastically introducing today's plans to Shen Qingyou. Throughout the conversation, Shen Qingyou seemed somewhat distracted, her gaze constantly drifting toward the elevator. It had already been half an hour; why hadn’t he come down yet? Could it really be that painful?
Her mind involuntarily recalled Qing Cang's earlier grandeur, her face slightly flushed as she felt something unusual in her body. Looking at the price tag of eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight and recalling the spectacular beauty of the sunrise in the east, she realized she had retained no memory of it at all. Sigh...
"Sister, why are you sighing?" Zhang Xiaoli suddenly leaned closer, like an overly curious person, her eager eyes fixed on Shen Qingyou, hoping to hear her say "unfulfilled desires."
Shen Qingyou smiled slightly and pushed Zhang Xiaoli's head away: "Girl, did I discover that you have great potential to be a busybody?"
"Hehe, hehe!"
A blooming smile like a budding flower spread across Zhang Xiaoli's youthful face. She reached out and hugged Shen Qingyou's neck, grinning as she said, "Sister, I heard that you are working as an assistant to a big star. Why don’t you introduce me? I'm really interested in the entertainment industry. Look at my face and figure; can you get me a role as an extra? That way I can make a name for myself too!"
Hearing her speak like this made Shen Qingyou think of Li Luo. She couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful and guilty; she was too happy and had even forgotten about Li Luo lying in the hospital. She wondered how he was doing now.
"Xiaoli, do you know that director who has been trending lately? The one who directed 'Jinling Sixteen Hairpins'?"
"Your Zhang Ermo?"
"En!"
Shen Qingyou nodded.
"Sister, do you know him?"
Zhang Xiaoli struck a pose that was utterly infatuated; after all, he was a renowned top director both domestically and internationally.
"Not just know him, he's my buddy!"
"Buddy?"
Zhang Xiaoli's admiration for Shen Qingyou had reached a level of worship, as if Shen Qingyou had become a goddess in her eyes. Shen Qingyou's heart was almost bursting with laughter; this girl had just ruined her chance to play the bad sister.
"Also, that director of 'The Way of the Hidden Path,' he's my sworn brother!"
It was getting more outrageous; Shen Qingyou's bragging was about to bring the roof down. The naive girls at the front desk gathered around, practically begging Shen Qingyou for a chance to "make a name for themselves."
The girls from Yunnan were truly innocent!
Just as Shen Qingyou continued to deceive the unsuspecting girls, the elevator opened, and out walked Qing Cang in a white casual outfit. With his perfect figure, golden proportions, and handsome appearance, he instantly attracted all the girls' attention. However, upon seeing his cold, almost murderous gaze and his grim expression, they quickly shifted their focus elsewhere. This handsome guy had quite the personality.
With tightly pressed lips, Qing Cang's gaze swept harshly over Zhang Xiaoli before landing on the boastful Shen Qingyou. When he sensed that familiar aura approaching, Shen Qingyou turned around and gave Qing Cang a couple of awkward laughs. She stood up from the sofa and said to the girls, "I've noted all your wishes. Don't worry; when I return to Jiangcheng, I'll definitely send you all their signed photos right away!"
Having finished speaking, she walked past everyone to Qing Cang's side, linking her arm with his and leaning close to him with an extremely ambiguous expression. "Why did it take so long? The flowers we were waiting for have already wilted!" As she spoke, her gaze subconsciously drifted down to his abdomen, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Suddenly feeling as if he had fallen into an ice pit from years ago, Qing Cang shot an angry glance at this woman beside him who had just abandoned him and made her escape first...
Tonight, I must, must torment her fiercely...
Amidst the reluctant farewell at the hotel reception, the three of them embarked on their journey down the mountain. As the saying goes, it's easy to go up the mountain but hard to come down. For the itinerary already arranged for the afternoon, Shen Qingyou decided not to insist on hiking down this time and obediently followed Zhang Xiaoli to the cable car station, buying tickets and waiting in line. During the waiting time, Qing Cang secretly slipped away for a while and returned looking mysterious.
"Hey, what did you just do?"
After asking several times without receiving an answer, Shen Qingyou remained persistent. Qing Cang raised his chin, rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"Don't you?"
Threats? Useless; being afraid of death is not a trait of a Communist Party member.
"Don't you?"
Pouting? Not falling for it; bribery has no effect on party members.
"Qing Cang, just wait and see!"
As she stepped onto the cable car, Shen Qingyou ominously said to Qing Cang. The cable car slowly moved, suspended in mid-air. If hiking up the mountain allowed one to appreciate the beauty of towering peaks up close, then riding the cable car offered a breathtaking view of vastness. As far as the eye could see, there was endless greenery, with white mist drifting among the emerald hues, blue skies, white clouds, and occasionally flying birds passing by. It made one want to close their eyes and merge with this magnificent nature.
"Serene, what do you want to do right now?"
Qing Cang's deep voice gently echoed in Shen Qingyou's ear. She opened her eyes and looked at Qing Cang in confusion; what could they do in this confined space?
"Shen Qingyou, I love you!"
Qing Cang suddenly stood up, placing his hands by his mouth, and shouted towards the distant mountains.
“Shen Qingyou, I love you!”
In the continuous valleys, echoes came back, some near and some far.
“Shen Qingyou, I love you, I love you, I love you!”
The echoes spread far and wide, disappearing into the splendid clouds. Qing Cang turned to look at Shen Qingyou, his dark eyes shimmering with a glass-like brilliance. At that moment, Shen Qingyou felt as if her heart was enchanted by his gaze. She stood up, walked to Qing Cang's side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips fiercely and passionately.
Through the transparent windows, every tourist on the passing cable cars saw the couple locked in an embrace. Some enthusiastic onlookers even whistled and shouted, “Hey handsome, beautiful, give us something more explosive!”
Cameras captured this eternal moment; they would remember it for the rest of their lives.
Qing Cang's fiery love overturned all the pain Shen Qingyou had experienced in her life, as if everything had been leading her to meet Qing Cang, the prince riding the Pumpkin Carriage who would save her.
……
Sitting in the car, Zhang Xiaoli occasionally glanced back at Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou in the back seat, sometimes revealing a strange smile. “Hehe, bro, you are amazing! So romantic! If there were an award for best lover, it would definitely be yours!”
Raising an eyebrow and shooting a glance at Zhang Xiaoli, Qing Cang coldly snorted and said, “Just drive well!”
“Yes sir!”
The car sped smoothly along a lush winding road. By the time they reached Tea Horse Road, the sun was beginning to set. Who can say that the sunset is not beautiful? It’s just that dusk is approaching.
The soft warmth filled the air, as the afterglow of the sunset enveloped everything in a gentle golden hue. Bathing in this serene twilight on the Tea Horse Road, Shen Qingyou suddenly felt an immense sense of peace. The passage of time had imbued this ancient path with a deep, historical charm. As she stood up, there was a fleeting illusion of time travel; the entire ancient road was paved with stones, polished and sculpted by the hands of time, emanating a faint glow, like a mirror of history witnessing the vicissitudes of the past.
Zhang Xiaoli walked cheerfully ahead, animatedly introducing the legends of the ancient road to Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou. The two held hands, quietly following behind her, their shadows elongated by the setting sun, falling upon the softly glowing stone surface.
Just as the three were pondering what to have for dinner that evening, Shen Qingyou's phone suddenly rang. In fact, to enjoy this perfect vacation, she had set her phone to a fixed mode where only a few selected contacts could reach her; all other distractions were blocked.
She pulled out her phone from her bag and opened the screen to see Zhang Shaocong's name flashing. Hesitating, she wasn't sure whether to answer the call.
"Answer it! It might be urgent!"
It was her fear of angering Qing Cang that made Shen Qingyou hesitate about picking up the phone. Encouraged by him, she answered and held it to her ear. On the other end, Zhang Shaocong's excited voice came through like that of a child: "Qing, Serene, where are you right now? Hurry to the hospital; Li Luo has woken up!"
"What? Li Luo woke up?"
Shen Qingyou's voice rose dramatically, startling all the tourists on the ancient road. They turned to look at this woman holding her phone with a dazed expression.
"It's okay, it's okay!"
Qing Cang gestured to everyone that there was no need for concern, and they resumed their previous activities. After hanging up, Shen Qingyou felt an overwhelming sense of unreality; she pinched her cheek—was this really not a dream?
Qing Cang ended his call and approached Shen Qingyou's side: "Let's go!"
Go? Where to? Shen Qingyou looked at Qing Cang in confusion. He smiled and said, "Silly girl, what are you spacing out for? We’re going back!"
Back? Now? Shen Qingyou couldn't believe her ears! It was evening; were there even any flights available?
Is it because I was too excited that I caused a misunderstanding with Qing Cang? Shen Qingyou immediately looked tense and said to him, "Who wants to go back? Why should we go back?"
"Come on!"
Qing Cang smiled as he put his arm around Shen Qingyou's shoulders. "Please, next time you lie, try to be more natural about it. Look at you, your body is so tense it's like a string pulled tight!"
"I'm sorry!"
Lowering her eyelids, Shen Qingyou said apologetically, "I ruined the honeymoon trip you carefully planned. You won't blame me, will you?"
"Idiot, we have plenty of time between us. When Li Luo wakes up, he will definitely want to see you first!"
Qing Cang's generosity made Shen Qingyou feel embarrassed. "But how do we go back now?"
"Don't worry, I've already arranged everything!"
On the way to the airport, Qing Cang drove personally, speeding along the asphalt road. Zhang Xiaoli reluctantly held onto Shen Qingyou's hand with teary eyes and said sadly, "Why are we suddenly going back? There are still so many places we haven't visited!"
"There will be opportunities in the future!"
Shen Qingyou comforted Zhang Xiaoli. At that moment, it was just a casual remark, but Shen Qingyou didn't expect that the future she mentioned would come so quickly.
As the car headed straight for the airport terminal, Shen Qingyou realized that Qing Cang's so-called arrangement was actually a private jet quietly parked in the center of the airport. The captain and crew were standing at the boarding stairs, respectfully waiting for Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou's arrival. After saying goodbye to Zhang Xiaoli, the two hurriedly boarded the plane, concluding their three-day honeymoon trip.
Throughout the journey, Shen Qingyou appeared somewhat uneasy. Li Luo's sudden awakening brought her immense surprise and unexpected joy; however, she also felt a vague fear that this joy might hide an even greater disappointment and sadness. Given Li Haoran's situation, there was a high possibility that Li Luo might wake up with amnesia. If he lost his memory, how would he face this world?
"Don't think too much about it. Everything will reveal the truth when the time comes, won't it?"
Qing Cang seemed to be like a worm in Shen Qingyou's stomach, as he immediately noticed her worries and tried to comfort her softly. The flight attendant brought over a steaming cup of milk, and Qing Cang held it to feed Shen Qingyou. Afterward, he told her to close her eyes and get some good sleep. The flight from Kunming to Jiangcheng would take three hours—not too long, but not too short either.
In a state between sleep and wakefulness, Shen Qingyou had a long dream. In the dream, she saw Li Luo staring at her with innocent eyes, asking who she was. She told him she was Shen Qingyou, and then he suddenly opened his arms and lunged at her, tearing the skin on her face, instantly covering everything in blood...
"Ah!"
Shen Qingyou let out a sharp scream, opening her eyes to the sudden bright light. Squinting, she heard Qing Cang's anxious voice beside her: "Serene, what's wrong?"
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Qing Cang's face filled with fear. It was just a nightmare; why was he so tense?
"It's nothing, I just had a bad dream!"
"You scared me to death!"
Qing Cang tightly embraced Shen Qingyou, resting against his chest. She suddenly realized that his chest felt damp. Tilting her head slightly, she saw a droplet of water hanging from his jawline. Was it sweat? Or tears?
"Qing Cang, what is this?"
Shen Qingyou pointed at the droplet of water, looking at Qing Cang in confusion. A mischievous look appeared on his face: "How can you still ask? You really have no shame sleeping like that and drooling all over me!"
"What? Who drools while sleeping?"
Shen Qingyou acted as if she would never admit it. Qing Cang touched the corner of her mouth: "Take a look for yourself; what is this sticky stuff? Isn't it your drool?"
She reached out to touch her own mouth, and indeed, there was still a hint of moisture at the corner of her lips. Frustrated and gloomy, she felt that her image was becoming increasingly unrefined.
“Dear passengers, we are approaching our destination, Jiangcheng. Please fasten your seatbelts; the plane will be landing shortly!”
The sweet and melodious voice of the flight attendant came through the speaker. Qing Cang pulled over the safety belt on the side of the seat and fastened it for Shen Qingyou. Then, she secured her own belt, and both closed their eyes, silently enduring the sensation of weightlessness as the plane descended.
With the landing of the plane, this trip to Yunnan came to an imperfect conclusion. They quickly drove to the hospital, and just as they arrived at the ward door, they heard a series of loud metallic clinks. Pushing open the door, Shen Qingyou saw Li Luo, wrapped in bandages, half-sitting on the hospital bed, repeatedly banging his head against the backrest as if he wanted to knock himself out.
“Serene, you finally came!”
Zhang Shaocong, feeling helpless, looked at Shen Qingyou as if he had seen a savior and said, “Serene, please help me talk to Li Luo!”
When Li Luo heard Shen Qingyou's name, he froze for a few seconds before becoming even more agitated, banging his head harder while shouting, “Get her out! Get her out! I don’t want to see her! I don’t want to see her!”
He was awake; he hadn’t lost his memory. This wasn’t a dream, was it? Could it be that Li Haoran’s miracle had truly happened?
Qing Cang patted Shen Qingyou on the back, signaling her to wait outside. Shen Qingyou understood that he was afraid Li Luo would become even more agitated upon seeing him. Once again, she felt deeply moved by his generosity.
“Li Luo!”
Shen Qingyou gently called out Li Luo's name. As she took a step forward, Li Luo frantically grabbed something from the bedside table and threw it at her; everything landed beside her without hitting her. Li Luo cursed Shen Qingyou repeatedly, driving her away as if she were a demon. He wildly waved his arms and tugged at the bandages on his face, revealing gruesome scars that were already scabbed but still horrifying.
Li Luo's agitation led Zhang Shaocong to call for a nurse in desperation. After administering a sedative injection, Li Luo finally calmed down and soon fell into a deep sleep. Shen Qingyou approached his bedside and saw that his freshly healed scar had been scratched raw by his nails until it was bloody and mangled. A wave of nausea surged within her as she looked at Zhang Shaocong and asked, “How did he end up like this?”
“After waking up and realizing he was disfigured, he became like this!”
For a star who relies on their appearance, disfigurement is the end of their career, and this ending is particularly cruel. For an idol like Li Luo, disfigurement is a thunderbolt; it can be imagined that he will no longer be able to stand on the dazzling stage under the spotlight, becoming the focus of thousands.
Having undergone memory loss and faced these two difficult challenges, you have created miracles. Why then can you not face the issue of disfigurement?
In this world, there are many people who do not necessarily have to rely on a glamorous and handsome appearance to survive. Among them are many who are vulnerable in society, but as long as they live optimistically, bravely, and strive to improve themselves, they can still create their own wonderful lives.
Shen Qingyou looked at the sleeping Li Luo and silently wished that he could hear her, that he could feel...
"Serene, Li Luo has now entered a deadlock; he cannot listen to anyone's words. If he continues to refuse treatment like this, what use will it be even if he wakes up?"
Zhang Shaocong stood opposite Shen Qingyou and spoke with an incredibly weary voice. He had hoped for Li Luo to wake up during his coma, but now that he was awake and unable to accept this reality, the pain was such that it would have been better if he had never woken up at all. At least in that quiet sleep, his heart would not hurt so much...
"Zhang Shaocong, he doesn't even want to see me now; he's rejecting me. What should I do?"
Shen Qingyou understood Li Luo's feelings; he simply did not want her to see him in such a miserable state. How could a man like him, who had always lived at the top of society, accept such a sudden fall and become an object of pity for others?
"Take it slow; there will always be a way!"
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