Chapter 354 - Dumb People Have Dumb Good Luck
Chapter 354: Dumb People Have Dumb Good Luck
“I’m sure they are fine. Let’s wait a while more,” comforted Zhou Zizhe. Deep inside, he was worried as well. Why wasn’t Yan Huan and Song Xihua here by this time?
Su Muran curled her lips in boredom by the side.
They won’t be coming. Heh, that is, unless the dead can walk.
“Sorry for being late.”
Yan Huan walked in, her face radiating with good health. Moreover, there was something unspeakable in her air, a quality between innocence and maturity.
At that moment, she was smiling, at Su Muran.
Su Muran’s face went still. Her hands tightened, her nails digging into her flesh.
“It’s been a while, Ms. Su. Thanks for taking care of us.”
Yan Huan walked forward, the icy Song Xihua behind her. Song Xihua walked to Su Muran and stared at her silently.
Nobody expected it when he whipped his hand across Su Muran’s face. Pa!
Fang Ying gaped. A hand reached out and covered her mouth. “Don’t let the flies fly in.”
After a long while, Fang Ying finally managed to close her mouth. She pointed left and right, unsure of what to ask. Zhou Zizhe shook his head at her. Fine, she’ll stay silent.
“You are not doing it?” asked Song Xihua, turning to Yan Huan.
This wench had nearly killed them both, yet she is sitting here all innocent. What was beneath her appearance was truly appalling.
“Why not?” Yan Huan reached forward and patted Su Muran’s face softly. Su Muran was stiff from fear.
“Tsk, it’s heavy on one side and light on the other. Doesn’t it look off balance? What should I do?”
“Balance it out then,” said Song Xihua, giving Yan Huan one last glance before turning and walking away in forlornness. He had lost something before he could even obtain it. The aching in his heart never stopped.
Just as Su Muran turned, Yan Huan slapped her face hard, balancing out the shade on her cheeks.
“Yan Huan, how dare you?!” It was the first time Su Muran got hit. The first time in her entire life. First by a man, then by a woman.
“Why not? You were bold enough to come after my life,” Yan Huan blew at her fingers. “Others might not be able to hit you with the Su Family supporting you, but I have the Ye Family.”
Adding that to the scores wouldn’t matter much anyway now that the two families were already enemies.
Su Muran’s face changed at the mention of the Ye Family.
This was more shocking than running into a ghost. But what could it be other than a ghost? Yan Huan was already dead, yet she stood there before her. She could only be a ghost, right?
Fang Ying quickly pulled Yan Huan away. Even though they were in the same show, Su Muran quit halfway, so there were no feelings of fondness between them. She never suffered when they were suffering.
She never helped her carry her backpack. She never helped adjust Fang Ying’s blanket.
Fang Ying wasn’t close with her.
“What’s going on her? Why did you hit her?” she asked, pointing at Su Muran’s furious face.
“It’s nothing, she deserves it,” said Yan Huan, shaking the soreness off her hand. Slapping was pretty tiring, but it was satisfying. Little wonder why Ms. Su loved slapping others so much in her past life. Of course, she had slapped Yan Huan too. It’s payback now.
Fang Ying blinked, wanting to ask more. Zhou Zizhe quickly pulled her away and covered her mouth.
“Mortals shouldn’t intervene in a fight between immortals,” he warned softly.
He was afraid that the intrepid Fang Ying would end up implicating herself. God knows how such a guileless girl managed to reach where she was at.
In the acting sphere, people often kept an eye out for others. However, Fang Ying was simple-minded. Perhaps, thought Zhou Zizhe, dumb people have dumb good luck.
Yan Huan stared at Su Muran with a smile on her face. Covering her face, Su Muran’s pretty face was distorted by anger. However, there was nothing she could do.
She wasn’t an idiot. She knew that if the whole thing gets exposed, she would have the short end of the stick. It was, after all, planned murder, against two public figures moreover. Even the Su Family might not be able to protect all. Not only that, Yan Huan had the Ye Family behind her. Su Muran was clearly aware of the relationship between the two families. She also knew that the Ye Family would definitely rise higher in the coming years. When that happens, not even the Su Family can bully them.
“Why not sue her?” asked Song Xihua.
“My life isn’t that cheap.”
“You can’t build a case against her,” said Fang Ying.
“We don’t have any evidence.”
“Aren’t we living evidence?” said Song Xihua, curling his lips. How is he, a living person, not the perfect evidence?
“She would never admit it.” Yan Huan knew Su Muran in and out. They were both actors, and acting was a second nature to them. How hard would it be to play the role of a victim?
As long as the Su Family is there, there was nothing they could do to Su Muran.
“Song Xihua,” called Yan Huan abrupted, her eyes fixed on him.
A little stunned, Song Xihua lowered his head. His eyes were teary, perhaps from the sand in the wind, or perhaps from the aching in his heart.
“I suggest you stay low for the time being,” she said. Yan Huan had Luo Lin investigate Song Xihua’s background. His connections weren’t powerful enough to deal with the Su Family. His accomplishments didn’t come easy, so it’s best to not give the Su Family a chance to ruin his career.
As for her revenge, she would eventually deliver it. It wasn’t just this one anyway. She would note down each and every one of these properly and settle the scores someday.
Song Xihua remained silent. Yan Huan rose and sat at one side, waiting for the crew to arrive. Soon, the camera arrived. When the director saw Su Muran, he frowned.
“Ms. Su, did you put on some weight?”
Fang Ying was going to laugh, but Zhou Zizhe covered her mouth in time. Behaving so carelessly would come back to bite her.
He knew how powerful the Su Family was. Commoners like them, even with money and fame, couldn’t fight against a hundred-year-old family. As he said, mortals best keep away when the immortals are fighting.
He looked at Yan Huan. Yan Huan was her usual self, not shunning or fearing anything. It seemed as though she wasn’t fearful even after slapping Su Muran.
Yan Huan had her own trump cards. He knew that, yet he was worried. He hoped that her trump cards could protect her from the Su Family.