A day passed, and Huo Yan herself made no response, leaving countless directions for the gossiping public to speculate.
In just a few hours, the public opinion fermented and was pushed to a new height, even causing a sensation on the trending searches.
#HuoYanNewLove
#HuoYan’sLoveLife
#InventoryOfHuoYan’sThreeDeceasedWives
#HuoYanWifeKiller
#WhatIsHuoYan’sAppeal
Oh my god, Huo Yan’s love life is too flourishing. Her ex-wife has been dead for less than three months, and she already has a new lover?
Although she kills her wives, I’d still be willing to die for that face
I agree with the person above. This mixed-race face is totally my type. Deep-set eyes, light pupils, she’s a living Greek goddess, seriously
If only she wasn’t disabled. Those long legs, it’s such a pity 😭😭😭
Although, being disabled hits me even harder. Imagine her turning the tide at a company meeting, but when she’s sad, she can only sit in a wheelchair and cry… A classic beautiful, strong, and miserable character (merit -1)
Who is the new lover? She looks quite tall
I don’t recognize her. Maybe a young model, or some minor internet celebrity from the entertainment circle. Haven’t seen her before
She seems quite pretty, a first-love face, very pure and fresh
Her hair is so long. Such soft, straight black hair is rare. She has the vibe of a Southern Chinese water-town girl
With all that hair, she’s suitable for a PhD
High five to the person above. Us research dogs are really envious of that hair volume
A few days later, the netizens’ expectations for this mysterious new lover were at their peak.
To be able to win over Huo Yan in such a short time, she must have some extraordinary qualities.
Lan Su was the subject of speculation for two whole days.
In all fairness, her greatest extraordinary quality was her calmness.
For instance, right now.
She stood at the bedroom door, directly facing Huo Yan’s wide-open bedroom, and on that soft massage bed, she saw a pure black, metallic-lustered, lazily coiled –
Snake.
Hiss… hiss hiss…
The snake was as thick as a wrist, its pure black pattern mixed with a touch of dark red, a gleaming blood-black like black crystal stained with fresh blood. It opened its clear yellow eyes and stared straight at Lan Su, this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in the house.
Clack.
Her steps were nailed to the spot. One person and one snake met eyes. Lan Su gripped the doorknob, unmoving, as if a monk in meditation.
Grumble…
A wheelchair drove out from the opposite bedroom. Huo Yan was wearing a caramel-colored shirt today, making her appear less cold.
“Afraid of snakes?” she asked, stopping the wheelchair.
Lan Su followed her words and sat down on the floor. Her skirt puffed out, rubbing against the floor with a rustling sound. She raised her hand, making the gesture of Xi Shi clutching her chest, and frowned:
“Yes, I’m scared.”
She was actually afraid of snakes, but to act as the homebody second miss, she deliberately sat on the floor and clutched her chest.
It just wasn’t very practiced, and the angle of her bent arm was a bit stiff, like a plastic person assembled with screws that had jammed, which greatly reduced the credibility of her fear.
Her clumsy acting was unbearable. Huo Yan initially intended to press the wheelchair controls and pass straight by.
But she felt that since this person was finally acting, not cooperating would indeed give her the suspicion of being heartless. So, she turned the wheel, came up to her, extended a hand, and helped her up.
“Her name is Bella. You’ll like her later.”
Lan Su took her hand to get up, but only rested her hand on it, not borrowing any strength, afraid that a hard pull might flip the wheelchair over.
“Bella?”
She felt the name was familiar. In her memory, the daughter of a jewelry tycoon in Thailand was also named Bella.
Was the snake having the same name just a coincidence? Or did Huo Yan know this jewelry tycoon?
Huo Yan was unaware of Lan Su’s internal musings. Hearing her question, she recalled how Lan Su had flipped through the Chinese dictionary on the sofa for half a day yesterday, and spelled out the word with interest:
“B, e, l, l, a. Have you studied the alphabet?”
Lan Su’s vision went dark, the feeling of being treated as illiterate was terrible.
She withdrew the hand that Huo Yan was holding, trying to keep her tone peaceful:
“I know how to spell it.”
The two walked along the corridor carpet toward the exit. When they reached the elevator, Lan Su did not press the button for her, because the Lan family had trained her that a young lady would not take the initiative to do such small things.
Huo Yan pressed it herself, relaxed, much like her mood when teasing a cat every morning.
“Have you memorized the design concept?”
She asked.
“Yes.”
Lan Su was always excellent at completing her assignments.
“This necklace is called ‘Redemption’. The designer created it based on the supposed relationship between you and me.”
The so-called relationship was also fabricated by the public relations department to maximally promote the love story of the necklace.
A fabricated love.
“I fell into a coma at the age of 9. Recently, I was awakened by a doctor you invited from abroad. You saved my life, and I filled the emotional void you felt after just losing your wife, so we got married.”
Huo Yan was very satisfied with her fluency. She nodded slightly and instructed:
“Good. Remember, we got married after we developed feelings for each other. No matter what the reporter asks you, only answer with this point.”
Lan Su hummed an agreement. The anger from being treated as illiterate had lessened a bit, after all, Huo Yan and she were currently in the same boat; both wanted the outside world to believe in their marriage.
The stylist had arrived at the lobby early to do their hair and makeup.
Huo Yan’s hair was let down, falling slightly below her shoulders. Her hair had a slight natural curl and was thick. Even when swept to one side behind her ear, it still fluffed out a little.
The stylist said this hairstyle looked softer, perfect for an official announcement of a relationship.
Huo Yan corrected her:
“I’m not announcing a relationship, I’m announcing a marriage.”
Lan Su nodded beside her. This was her first task in the Huo family; she couldn’t mess it up.
“Yes, a legal one.”
Today, she wore a sky-blue floral dress with her dark hair cascading down. She had a denim-colored headband on. Her makeup was light: earthy eyeshadow paired with a matte dusty rose lip color. At first glance, she looked a little sickly, but the kind of isolated high-class refinement beneath her pale skin truly spoke of a hothouse-nurtured flower.
Before leaving, Huo Yan would switch wheelchairs.
It was like a healthy person changing shoes before going out.
There was a separate small room by the door. Huo Yan rode her home wheelchair in and came out on her outdoor wheelchair.
Lan Su wanted to help.
After all, with her legs disabled, moving from one wheelchair with armrests to another without them wasn’t easy.
But as soon as she took a step forward, her hand was quickly held by Ai Li, who was standing nearby.
“Miss Lan, Ms. Huo doesn’t like people helping her, especially with the wheelchair.”
After Huo Yan entered the room, Ai Li whispered to her.
Lan Su paused, then understood.
Every successful person is proud, and Huo Yan’s pride came from her manipulation of people’s hearts, her control over her business, and her dominance over all things unknown and chaotic.
It was impossible for such a person to show an awkward moment in front of others.
The press conference was set up in the event hall on the top floor of the company. Lan Su rode the CEO’s elevator all the way up with her, stopping at the 22nd floor.
A large advertisement board blocked the view, but the journalists’ discussions could be heard rustling backstage.
Lan Su took a deep breath, raised her hand to touch her headband, confirming it hadn’t shifted, and ran her fingers down her long hair to smooth out static. The ends of her waist-length hair gently swayed behind her, like a dragonfly touching the water’s surface for the first time.
She was not good at facing people, and even less skilled at facing cameras.
Moreover, she had to act in front of the cameras, using a romance script, which she was the least skilled at.
Affectionate, affectionate, affectionate.
She clutched the strap of her handbag, silently repeating the words three times.
Huo Yan glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. The gaze beneath her lenses flashed with a momentary softness, but it was just a fleeting instant.
She raised her hand, palm open:
“Your hand.”
Since they were legally married and affectionate spouses, holding hands in front of the cameras was a very normal thing.
Lan Su grasped her hand awkwardly. Huo Yan’s hand was still so cold, like ice. The bones of her fingers were too prominent, almost fleshless, feeling bumpy to the touch.
She should eat a little more to gain some weight.
Lan Su thought.