Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=2188414
This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
"Ruanruan, stop joking around," Feng Tangtang said with a smile, standing still.
She was timid and most afraid of ghosts and monsters. She never dared to go near horror movies and refused to even glance at scary pictures. When she hears similar topics, she would cover her ears.
Xi Mo stopped what she was doing and assumed a very solemn posture, telling her that this was an undeniable truth. "I'm not joking."
Indeed, Feng Tangtang rarely saw such an expression on Ruan Yesheng's face. She was instantly drawn in and felt a chill run down her spine. Her gaze wandered around the living room for a moment, and she stammered, "Y-You... don't lie to me, okay?"
Xi Mo looked at Feng Tangtang, easily making her gaze even more sincere and natural, and said, "Tangtang, when have I ever lied to you?"
While she couldn't guarantee other things, Xi Mo was quite confident about saying this. Based on Ruan Yesheng's previous nature, lying and deceiving others had always been a piece of cake for her. And Feng Tangtang, this cotton candy-like person, was simply too sweet. Whether you called her innocent or foolish, the fact remained that Tangtang's intelligence, along with her unwavering trust in Ruan Yesheng as a friend, made it impossible for her to see through Ruan Yesheng's past lies.
Therefore, in front of Feng Tangtang, Ruan Yesheng had definitely been someone who would never deceive her. This point was absolutely not to be underestimated.
Sure enough, Feng Tangtang hesitated for a moment and stammered, "Um, you indeed never lie to me."
Xi Mo: "..."
Ruan Yesheng, you truly have committed grave sins.
As for herself, Xi Mo forgot that she was the one with the real sins, and continued to deceive that poor piece of candy, saying, "Actually, it can't really be called a haunted place. After all, ghosts are elusive, and who can actually see them? To be precise, there's something eerie about this apartment. I always have trouble sleeping at night, plagued by nightmares. Living here brings bad luck. Just look, I recently encountered a major fire in a hotel and almost lost my life."
After listening to this seemingly reasonable explanation, Feng Tangtang felt the room suddenly turn chilly.
Xi Mo sighed as if it were a serious matter. "Living here, I feel like I'm really unlucky, as if a god of plague lives here.
Ruan Yesheng, you god of plague.
Feng Tangtang quickly said, "Since you feel so uncomfortable here, why don't you move? Change the environment and maybe it will change your mood too. Do you have any specific options now? Have you found a place to settle?"
Xi Mo replied, "I contacted a real estate agency, and they showed me many available properties. I've made up my mind now. I'll go and take a closer look in the next couple of days, and if I'm satisfied, I can move."
Only then did Feng Tangtang feel relieved. "Well, as long as you're happy. But Sister Xi just got out of the hospital, and I imagine I'll have a lot on my plate. I don't think I'll have much time to help you."
She walked over and started organizing the items in Xi Mo's boxes.
Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=2188414
This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
"Anyway, there are moving companies. It's simple. You focus on your own things," Xi Mo said, feeling compelled by the situation to become more and more accustomed to Ruan Yesheng's role in front of Feng Tangtang.
She remembered Ruan Yesheng's previous instructions. There were still some things in the room that needed to be taken away, so she walked into the bedroom.
Ruan Yesheng's bedroom had a fresh and elegant style. Although the owner hadn't returned for a long time after the incident, besides a thin layer of normal dust accumulation, everything else in the room was neatly arranged, showing that Ruan Yesheng used to be very tidy.
A large portrait of Ruan Yesheng hung in the bedroom.
This photograph was taken during Ruan Yesheng's heyday when she became famous. After she finished filming "Sound of Steps," it became a box office hit.
The photograph captured her former youthful beauty. Compared to now, she still appeared slightly youthful and inexperienced, but her captivating posture had a unique charm. In the photograph, her hair, which was delicate, soft, and finely arranged, fell just right, complementing the enchanting and mesmerizing gaze from the corners of her eyes and the arch of her eyebrows. Her moist, thin lips were slightly parted, lightly biting her softly curved fingertips.
Ruan Yesheng's photograph seemed to come alive from the wall and look at Xi Mo.
Xi Mo raised her head and gazed at it. She felt that Ruan Yesheng's face in the photograph was completely different from what she had seen in the mirror these past few days.
This was the true Ruan Yesheng, even if it was just a photograph.
Ruan Yesheng's soul was within it.
Xi Mo, being stared at by the watery eyes in the photograph, suddenly felt a bit unsettled. During their youthful days, they had been classmates, but Xi Mo had never examined her this closely before, not like today.
And Ruan Yesheng's gaze in the photograph seemed as if it wanted to completely strip away the skin that rightfully belonged to Ruan Yesheng and seize the innermost soul of Xi Mo.
Xi Mo turned her face away and proceeded to tidy up.
In fact, Ruan Yesheng's room didn't have many things, and she needed even fewer. There was a simple photo frame on the desk, containing a picture of Ruan Yesheng with her parents, taken against the backdrop of the film academy campus.
Ruan Yesheng stood in the middle wearing a white dress, the sunlight illuminating her youthful and still somewhat naive face, with a gentle smile.
This white dress finally triggered a faint memory in Xi Mo's mind, a memory so worn out that it seemed to disintegrate into dust.
At that time, due to an argument with the people sent by her family over the dormitory environment, Xi Mo hurriedly went downstairs. It was then that Ruan Yesheng, wearing this white dress, stepped into the sunlight outside and almost collided into her arms.
If this were in a movie, it would appear as a pure and fresh scene, with perfect lighting and cinematography full of youthful romance. But reality is always far more melodramatic than movies.
Because Ruan Yesheng was holding the lunch she had brought back from the cafeteria, along with a roasted chicken leg.
The soup and food spilled all over Xi Mo, including the roasted chicken leg.
Xi Mo was already in an irritable state at the time, and with her cleanliness obsession, she almost wanted to skin Ruan Yesheng on the spot.
For Xi Mo, it wasn't a pleasant memory, so she buried it deep within, covered in dust.
That woman seemed to have a good relationship with her parents, so why haven't they come to see her? No contact, did they go abroad?
Xi Mo glanced at the photo frame, then put it down, and opened the drawer to organize a few documents related to Ruan Yesheng's work. She walked out.
As long as there was money, everything seemed to progress smoothly. Xi Mo quickly found a new house, moved her home, and organized everything to her liking. Most importantly, the new apartment was very close to the company's building, where Ruan Yesheng was currently staying temporarily on the twenty-fourth floor under her identity.
On Monday, it was time to shoot the magazine cover. Xi Mo went to the designated location and was immediately arranged for makeup and outfit selection.
There were a total of five sets of shots, all with a color clash theme.
As soon as Xi Mo sat down, an unfamiliar makeup artist started applying various cosmetics on her face, fussing around and making her feel like her heart was bleeding. In the past, when she came to the set, she was treated like a queen. But now, she was being manipulated like an insignificant pawn. Despite her pride, she couldn't adapt to the situation for a while. She sat silently in the chair, her oppressive aura looming.
She had previously shot magazine covers countless times, but they were all for top-tier fashion magazines. Those magazines would consider her preferences and availability before scheduling the shoot. The photographers and makeup artists assigned to her were all elite professionals in the industry, well-known names that everyone recognized.
In contrast, the makeup artist in front of her now didn't seem very skillful. It wasn't until he transformed Xi Mo into a flamboyant and colorful peacock that he asked her weakly, as if suffering from low blood sugar, "Miss Ruan, how do you feel?"
Xi Mo looked at herself in the mirror and then at the makeup artist. Given her pickiness about her appearance, she could hardly contain her inner frustration.
What kind of color clash makeup is this?
The transition shades are so ugly. It's hard to believe the magazine would sell with such a look!
Although it wasn't her own face, the thought of Ruan Yesheng's beautiful features being turned into this made Xi Mo feel a bit of a waste. Fortunately, Ruan Yesheng had a good appearance, naturally exuding a seductive aura. Even when transformed into a peacock like this, it could still be barely managed. In the end, Xi Mo had to admire Ruan Yesheng's appearance, to prevent her own skin from further suffering at the hands of the makeup artist. She smiled faintly and said, "It's fine, we can start shooting."
The makeup artist already had a favorable impression of Xi Mo because, although she seemed cold and expressionless, she didn't move or express any objections throughout the process. This made it very convenient for the makeup artist to work. In the makeup industry, they disliked clients who sat in the chair being picky and nitpicky.
The makeup artist smiled and said, "Miss Ruan, you're really nice."
Xi Mo: "..."
Did your eyes get blurred by your own color clash makeup? Which eye saw that I'm really nice!
After finishing the makeup, Xi Mo went to the studio to start the shoot. But just like the makeup artist, the photographer was also troublesome.
Photographer: "Miss Ruan, could you make your waist even more supple? Yes, lower it a bit more, even softer. Your waist is naturally like a water snake, so you should fully showcase its advantages. Don't be too stiff."
Xi Mo: "..."
I've never shot such a deliberately seductive cover in my life!
Photographer: "Miss Ruan, please lift your chin and slightly open your lips. Make sure to be sexy. Look at me with deep, electrifying eyes through the lens. Try to shock me with your gaze."
Xi Mo: "..."
You're going to die!
Photographer: "Miss Ruan, could you touch your lips with your fingers? Your middle finger is very beautiful and would look great in the frame. It adds a certain feeling."
Xi Mo: "..."
Manipulating Ruan Yesheng's hand to touch Ruan Yesheng's lips was already an embarrassing and disgusting task for Xi Mo. After all, although it seemed like Ruan Yesheng's lips and fingers were touching, it was actually Xi Mo herself who felt and experienced it. It looked like self-touching, but in reality, it was her doing the touching.
Her thoughts were filled with Ruan Yesheng's limbs and body. When Ruan Yesheng's fingers touched hers, she fully sensed the gentle touch of the fingertips.
Xi Mo was annoyed by the photographer, but she was naturally dedicated to her work, so she endured it all. After finally finishing the third set of shots, the person in charge allowed them to take a break and provided tea and snacks. Xi Mo sat at the table with the changed peacock costume from the third set, opened her phone, and started browsing the internet.
Today is Monday, the day when her company announces the news. Ruan Yesheng will be attending the press conference on her behalf, and by this time, the conference has already been going on for a while.
Just as she opened Weibo, the makeup artist rushed out of the dressing room, excitedly shouting to the photographer, "Matt! Look at the news on Weibo. My goddess Xi hasn't been disfigured! My goddess is intact!"
Xi Mo: "..."
The makeup artist's face was filled with hope, shimmering with tears. "My biggest wish in this lifetime is to do makeup for my goddess. Although my skills are not good enough now, I will work hard."
Xi Mo: "..."
The photographer, Matt, looked at his phone while also being excited. "I also want to take photos of the goddess! Even if she just looks at me!"
Xi Mo: "..."
Aren't you already electrified to death?
The photographer and makeup artist continued their conversation, leaving Xi Mo thunderstruck. She composed herself, lowered her head, and continued scrolling through Weibo.
A live video was posted on Weibo. Ruan Yesheng was dressed elegantly, wearing Xi Mo's skin, radiating brilliance as she sat gracefully at the table, exuding a perfectly poised expression.
Lu Qingming stood next to her and spoke gently, "Thank you all for your concern. Xi Mo is fine. Previously, due to certain reasons and primarily for the sake of Xi Mo's recovery, the company didn't disclose some information, which led to some misunderstandings. On behalf of the company, I apologize to all the fans who care about Xi Mo. Today, your Xi Mo has returned."
As the speech ended, the camera zoomed in on Ruan Yesheng's face, radiating a dazzling light.
This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
"Ruanruan, stop joking around," Feng Tangtang said with a smile, standing still.
She was timid and most afraid of ghosts and monsters. She never dared to go near horror movies and refused to even glance at scary pictures. When she hears similar topics, she would cover her ears.
Xi Mo stopped what she was doing and assumed a very solemn posture, telling her that this was an undeniable truth. "I'm not joking."
Indeed, Feng Tangtang rarely saw such an expression on Ruan Yesheng's face. She was instantly drawn in and felt a chill run down her spine. Her gaze wandered around the living room for a moment, and she stammered, "Y-You... don't lie to me, okay?"
Xi Mo looked at Feng Tangtang, easily making her gaze even more sincere and natural, and said, "Tangtang, when have I ever lied to you?"
While she couldn't guarantee other things, Xi Mo was quite confident about saying this. Based on Ruan Yesheng's previous nature, lying and deceiving others had always been a piece of cake for her. And Feng Tangtang, this cotton candy-like person, was simply too sweet. Whether you called her innocent or foolish, the fact remained that Tangtang's intelligence, along with her unwavering trust in Ruan Yesheng as a friend, made it impossible for her to see through Ruan Yesheng's past lies.
Therefore, in front of Feng Tangtang, Ruan Yesheng had definitely been someone who would never deceive her. This point was absolutely not to be underestimated.
Sure enough, Feng Tangtang hesitated for a moment and stammered, "Um, you indeed never lie to me."
Xi Mo: "..."
Ruan Yesheng, you truly have committed grave sins.
As for herself, Xi Mo forgot that she was the one with the real sins, and continued to deceive that poor piece of candy, saying, "Actually, it can't really be called a haunted place. After all, ghosts are elusive, and who can actually see them? To be precise, there's something eerie about this apartment. I always have trouble sleeping at night, plagued by nightmares. Living here brings bad luck. Just look, I recently encountered a major fire in a hotel and almost lost my life."
After listening to this seemingly reasonable explanation, Feng Tangtang felt the room suddenly turn chilly.
Xi Mo sighed as if it were a serious matter. "Living here, I feel like I'm really unlucky, as if a god of plague lives here.
Ruan Yesheng, you god of plague.
Feng Tangtang quickly said, "Since you feel so uncomfortable here, why don't you move? Change the environment and maybe it will change your mood too. Do you have any specific options now? Have you found a place to settle?"
Xi Mo replied, "I contacted a real estate agency, and they showed me many available properties. I've made up my mind now. I'll go and take a closer look in the next couple of days, and if I'm satisfied, I can move."
Only then did Feng Tangtang feel relieved. "Well, as long as you're happy. But Sister Xi just got out of the hospital, and I imagine I'll have a lot on my plate. I don't think I'll have much time to help you."
She walked over and started organizing the items in Xi Mo's boxes.
Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=2188414
This translation is originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
"Anyway, there are moving companies. It's simple. You focus on your own things," Xi Mo said, feeling compelled by the situation to become more and more accustomed to Ruan Yesheng's role in front of Feng Tangtang.
She remembered Ruan Yesheng's previous instructions. There were still some things in the room that needed to be taken away, so she walked into the bedroom.
Ruan Yesheng's bedroom had a fresh and elegant style. Although the owner hadn't returned for a long time after the incident, besides a thin layer of normal dust accumulation, everything else in the room was neatly arranged, showing that Ruan Yesheng used to be very tidy.
A large portrait of Ruan Yesheng hung in the bedroom.
This photograph was taken during Ruan Yesheng's heyday when she became famous. After she finished filming "Sound of Steps," it became a box office hit.
The photograph captured her former youthful beauty. Compared to now, she still appeared slightly youthful and inexperienced, but her captivating posture had a unique charm. In the photograph, her hair, which was delicate, soft, and finely arranged, fell just right, complementing the enchanting and mesmerizing gaze from the corners of her eyes and the arch of her eyebrows. Her moist, thin lips were slightly parted, lightly biting her softly curved fingertips.
Ruan Yesheng's photograph seemed to come alive from the wall and look at Xi Mo.
Xi Mo raised her head and gazed at it. She felt that Ruan Yesheng's face in the photograph was completely different from what she had seen in the mirror these past few days.
This was the true Ruan Yesheng, even if it was just a photograph.
Ruan Yesheng's soul was within it.
Xi Mo, being stared at by the watery eyes in the photograph, suddenly felt a bit unsettled. During their youthful days, they had been classmates, but Xi Mo had never examined her this closely before, not like today.
And Ruan Yesheng's gaze in the photograph seemed as if it wanted to completely strip away the skin that rightfully belonged to Ruan Yesheng and seize the innermost soul of Xi Mo.
Xi Mo turned her face away and proceeded to tidy up.
In fact, Ruan Yesheng's room didn't have many things, and she needed even fewer. There was a simple photo frame on the desk, containing a picture of Ruan Yesheng with her parents, taken against the backdrop of the film academy campus.
Ruan Yesheng stood in the middle wearing a white dress, the sunlight illuminating her youthful and still somewhat naive face, with a gentle smile.
This white dress finally triggered a faint memory in Xi Mo's mind, a memory so worn out that it seemed to disintegrate into dust.
At that time, due to an argument with the people sent by her family over the dormitory environment, Xi Mo hurriedly went downstairs. It was then that Ruan Yesheng, wearing this white dress, stepped into the sunlight outside and almost collided into her arms.
If this were in a movie, it would appear as a pure and fresh scene, with perfect lighting and cinematography full of youthful romance. But reality is always far more melodramatic than movies.
Because Ruan Yesheng was holding the lunch she had brought back from the cafeteria, along with a roasted chicken leg.
The soup and food spilled all over Xi Mo, including the roasted chicken leg.
Xi Mo was already in an irritable state at the time, and with her cleanliness obsession, she almost wanted to skin Ruan Yesheng on the spot.
For Xi Mo, it wasn't a pleasant memory, so she buried it deep within, covered in dust.
That woman seemed to have a good relationship with her parents, so why haven't they come to see her? No contact, did they go abroad?
Xi Mo glanced at the photo frame, then put it down, and opened the drawer to organize a few documents related to Ruan Yesheng's work. She walked out.
As long as there was money, everything seemed to progress smoothly. Xi Mo quickly found a new house, moved her home, and organized everything to her liking. Most importantly, the new apartment was very close to the company's building, where Ruan Yesheng was currently staying temporarily on the twenty-fourth floor under her identity.
On Monday, it was time to shoot the magazine cover. Xi Mo went to the designated location and was immediately arranged for makeup and outfit selection.
There were a total of five sets of shots, all with a color clash theme.
As soon as Xi Mo sat down, an unfamiliar makeup artist started applying various cosmetics on her face, fussing around and making her feel like her heart was bleeding. In the past, when she came to the set, she was treated like a queen. But now, she was being manipulated like an insignificant pawn. Despite her pride, she couldn't adapt to the situation for a while. She sat silently in the chair, her oppressive aura looming.
She had previously shot magazine covers countless times, but they were all for top-tier fashion magazines. Those magazines would consider her preferences and availability before scheduling the shoot. The photographers and makeup artists assigned to her were all elite professionals in the industry, well-known names that everyone recognized.
In contrast, the makeup artist in front of her now didn't seem very skillful. It wasn't until he transformed Xi Mo into a flamboyant and colorful peacock that he asked her weakly, as if suffering from low blood sugar, "Miss Ruan, how do you feel?"
Xi Mo looked at herself in the mirror and then at the makeup artist. Given her pickiness about her appearance, she could hardly contain her inner frustration.
What kind of color clash makeup is this?
The transition shades are so ugly. It's hard to believe the magazine would sell with such a look!
Although it wasn't her own face, the thought of Ruan Yesheng's beautiful features being turned into this made Xi Mo feel a bit of a waste. Fortunately, Ruan Yesheng had a good appearance, naturally exuding a seductive aura. Even when transformed into a peacock like this, it could still be barely managed. In the end, Xi Mo had to admire Ruan Yesheng's appearance, to prevent her own skin from further suffering at the hands of the makeup artist. She smiled faintly and said, "It's fine, we can start shooting."
The makeup artist already had a favorable impression of Xi Mo because, although she seemed cold and expressionless, she didn't move or express any objections throughout the process. This made it very convenient for the makeup artist to work. In the makeup industry, they disliked clients who sat in the chair being picky and nitpicky.
The makeup artist smiled and said, "Miss Ruan, you're really nice."
Xi Mo: "..."
Did your eyes get blurred by your own color clash makeup? Which eye saw that I'm really nice!
After finishing the makeup, Xi Mo went to the studio to start the shoot. But just like the makeup artist, the photographer was also troublesome.
Photographer: "Miss Ruan, could you make your waist even more supple? Yes, lower it a bit more, even softer. Your waist is naturally like a water snake, so you should fully showcase its advantages. Don't be too stiff."
Xi Mo: "..."
I've never shot such a deliberately seductive cover in my life!
Photographer: "Miss Ruan, please lift your chin and slightly open your lips. Make sure to be sexy. Look at me with deep, electrifying eyes through the lens. Try to shock me with your gaze."
Xi Mo: "..."
You're going to die!
Photographer: "Miss Ruan, could you touch your lips with your fingers? Your middle finger is very beautiful and would look great in the frame. It adds a certain feeling."
Xi Mo: "..."
Manipulating Ruan Yesheng's hand to touch Ruan Yesheng's lips was already an embarrassing and disgusting task for Xi Mo. After all, although it seemed like Ruan Yesheng's lips and fingers were touching, it was actually Xi Mo herself who felt and experienced it. It looked like self-touching, but in reality, it was her doing the touching.
Her thoughts were filled with Ruan Yesheng's limbs and body. When Ruan Yesheng's fingers touched hers, she fully sensed the gentle touch of the fingertips.
Xi Mo was annoyed by the photographer, but she was naturally dedicated to her work, so she endured it all. After finally finishing the third set of shots, the person in charge allowed them to take a break and provided tea and snacks. Xi Mo sat at the table with the changed peacock costume from the third set, opened her phone, and started browsing the internet.
Today is Monday, the day when her company announces the news. Ruan Yesheng will be attending the press conference on her behalf, and by this time, the conference has already been going on for a while.
Just as she opened Weibo, the makeup artist rushed out of the dressing room, excitedly shouting to the photographer, "Matt! Look at the news on Weibo. My goddess Xi hasn't been disfigured! My goddess is intact!"
Xi Mo: "..."
The makeup artist's face was filled with hope, shimmering with tears. "My biggest wish in this lifetime is to do makeup for my goddess. Although my skills are not good enough now, I will work hard."
Xi Mo: "..."
The photographer, Matt, looked at his phone while also being excited. "I also want to take photos of the goddess! Even if she just looks at me!"
Xi Mo: "..."
Aren't you already electrified to death?
The photographer and makeup artist continued their conversation, leaving Xi Mo thunderstruck. She composed herself, lowered her head, and continued scrolling through Weibo.
A live video was posted on Weibo. Ruan Yesheng was dressed elegantly, wearing Xi Mo's skin, radiating brilliance as she sat gracefully at the table, exuding a perfectly poised expression.
Lu Qingming stood next to her and spoke gently, "Thank you all for your concern. Xi Mo is fine. Previously, due to certain reasons and primarily for the sake of Xi Mo's recovery, the company didn't disclose some information, which led to some misunderstandings. On behalf of the company, I apologize to all the fans who care about Xi Mo. Today, your Xi Mo has returned."
As the speech ended, the camera zoomed in on Ruan Yesheng's face, radiating a dazzling light.
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