Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Buying a House

“I…” Yang Yingying was at a loss for words.

“What’s wrong, doesn’t it sound familiar?” Mu Ran looked at her with a half-smile.

Yang Yingying pressed her lips together and weakly said, “It does sound a bit familiar.”

“Wow, so you knew, huh, I thought your brain was broken,” Mu Ran said sarcastically.

Yang Yingying lowered her head, feeling guilty.

She didn’t want it to be this way.

Sometimes thoughts just can’t be controlled.

Even though she was with Qiu Wenguang out of vanity, she found herself falling for him in an inextricable way through various events.

But she didn’t want Mu Ran to worry too much; she was busy and needed to grow up herself, “Go catch your flight, I’m much better now, and I’ll think about how to handle it myself; I’m not a child anymore!”

“Really?”

Mu Ran looked at her pink hair and her height, finding it hard to say she was grown-up.

Perhaps she had grown up, but in Mu Ran’s eyes, she was just like a delicate Barbie doll.

“Of course, you go on with your busy schedule.”

Yang Yingying found it unbearable to be comforted by Mu Ran.

Every word seemed to pierce her heart.

It was too painful.

Mu Ran: “Are you sure?”

Yang Yingying: “I’m sure!”

Seeing that she didn’t need her much, Mu Ran prepared to leave.

Just as she was opening the door,

She heard a thank you from behind.

Mu Ran sighed slightly, went to the hotel staff to ask for an ice pack, and asked them to send it to Yang Yingying.

Her cheek was still swollen.

Perhaps Yang Yingying no longer cared about superficial injuries after repeated emotional blows, but Mu Ran found it unsightly.

Yang Yingying placed the ice pack on her cheek, and her tensed body suddenly lost strength, relaxing as she let out a heavy breath.

Somehow, she suddenly gained a lot of courage.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, through the wide, clear glass, the stars in the night sky reflected as tiny, flickering lights on the glass, but what Yang Yingying focused on was not the stars, but the person leaving below. Her figure was tall, even from such a high distance, Yang Yingying could sense her unpleasant aura and the coldness that warned strangers to keep away. Yet, it was such a person willing to comfort her.

Every time she looked at Mu Ran, Yang Yingying felt lucky.

All day today, she curled up in pain, feeling like her intestines were in knots, and her breathing was labored.

She really longed for a family.

To have a child, and then love the child with all her heart, but Heaven never seemed willing to let her wish come true.

So just forget it.

Qiu Wenguang would tell her parents simply because he was bothered by their pestering, hoping he could seek her out.

Yang Yingying could understand.

Truly.

They had always been sweet, but it seemed they had never experienced any social tempering.

Now it seemed, their love was too fragile.

It would scatter without even a breeze.

She stood dumbfounded in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time, exhaled a breath of stale air, put the now room-temperature ice pack in place, and went to find a detective.

Not to investigate her family, but her boyfriend!

She also had to stand on the moral high ground to break up with Qiu Wenguang!!!

Now she was a famous variety director in the entertainment circle; she couldn’t be used by her boyfriend to ruin her reputation, as that would truly be a fatal blow to her!

As for her family, do they really think she is still the girl who used to allow them to beat and humiliate her? To reach her current status, naivety had become increasingly distant from her.

They like gambling, right? Then gamble enough!

Her mother loves to give.

Then let her give well.

People must learn to grow, just like her!!!

When they understand some truths.

It would be time to cut ties with them.

*

Mu Ran rushed back to Hai City with Xiao Jin.

As soon as she landed, Mu Ran received a text message from Xiao Yu’an.

“I’m back in the country.”

Mu Ran was pleasantly surprised, “Shall we have dinner tomorrow?”

Xiao Yu’an: “Okay.”

Mu Ran took Xiao Jin home first.

A pile of packages was precariously stacked at the doorstep, ready to topple at any moment. It was a one-family-per-floor building; otherwise, neighbors would surely complain.

Chu Xijin quickly explained, “I ordered them online, planning to do some small experiments; I’ll organize them.”

“OK.” Mu Ran maneuvered around the packages to enter, carefully finding a place to step.

Outside, Chu Xijin hurriedly unpacked the packages, stacked the cardboard together, and set the contents aside.

He was following online tutorials.

Learning how to develop industries in ancient times.

Like handmade soap, glass, and baijiu, these are essential skills for those who have time-traveled before.

As for gunpowder?

He’s learning this from his uncle.

When he’s a bit older, he’ll apply to his aunt to go overseas alone to learn from his uncle how to shoot, and how ordinary guns are made.

Even if he can’t use these items if he time travels back, he is quite interested in researching new things, so he bought them.

But he misjudged the size of the delivery boxes; some things were clearly tiny, yet they came in such large boxes, truly wasting cardboard.

He heard that cardboard can be sold for money?

He wondered if it could be recycled here; if so, he might be able to earn enough for a row of Wangzai milk.

Chu Xijin moved the messy packages into his room, reorganized them, filling the room so full that it was hard to find a place to step.

Mu Ran looked at the situation.

Thinking maybe the house was too small?

She straightforwardly bought another set for Xiao Jin.

He learns calligraphy and martial arts, so a first floor is very suitable.

Mu Ran asked the realtor and the little assistant in her studio to help settle the procedures.

She was too lazy to run back and forth.

While Chu Xijin was contemplating how to stash things into his room, he heard his aunt say she bought a house for him.

Chu Xijin: “!!!”

Aunt is truly lavish.

Learning it was on the first floor of the complex, Chu Xijin was ecstatic; he really wanted a space to independently research things.

“Thank you, Aunt.”

“Mm, go to bed early; you have school tomorrow,” Mu Ran truly admired the little guy’s energy and time management skills, filling his day to the brim but still efficiently completing what he needed to do.

“Got it, Aunt, you should rest early too!”

“Mmm hmm hmm…”

Mu Ran replied perfunctorily.

Back in her room, she inquired about Yang Yingying’s situation, feeling relieved to know she had started working.

Once a person begins working, Mu Ran felt there would be hope. She also resumed her work; the film crew was nearly set up, so as soon as she returned from abroad, filming could officially start!

At midnight, Mu Ran washed up and went to sleep.

Little did she know that Xiao Jin, across the room, had a high fever.

Before bedtime, Xiao Jin felt a bit dizzy, drank more water, thinking he might have caught a virus from being squeezed among many patients at the hospital today, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Lying in bed, he felt his head was a bit hot. He planned to sleep it off, but as he slept, he dreamed of the Emperor Father.

He sat on the throne, coldly scanning a group of children.

His gaze finally landed on him, and he smiled, “Crown Prince, I hear you’ve been very obedient lately?”

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