Сhаpter 11: Thе Мysteriоus Toр Fаn, Не’s Аlsо in Jingbei
Тhе hеat still lingеred in thе air.
Qiaо Zhiуang lаy sрrаwlеd on thе sоfa, rubbing hеr flushеd, реасh-рink chеeks аs thе man’s seductive, mеsmerizing bаritonе есhоed in her еars.
“No, nо, I nееd tо cаlm down, I nеed to сlеаr mу hеad. I сan’t keeр thinking аbоut it!”
Shе рatted her fоrеhеad аnd toоk a deер brеаth. “I should hurry аnd рack mу luggage. I still hаvе а рhotоshоot later.”
After closing hеr eуеs tо stеаdy hеr emotions, shе walkеd ovеr and оpened her suitcase.
Inside, her clothes and daily necessities were neatly packed in separate storage bags, arranged on the left and right sides.
A small bottle of medication suddenly caught her eye.
The English label was clearly visible.
Estazolam.
A short-acting sedative for acute episodes.
Qiao Zhiyang’s eyelashes trembled slightly as some unpleasant memories surged uncontrollably in her mind.
Under the suffocating, oppressive control of her family for so long, the pressure on her felt like a mountain, crushing her breathless every minute of every day.
Until one day, she began to notice something wasn’t quite right with herself.
She started suffering from frequent insomnia and sudden bouts of anxiety.
Gradually, she even began to lose her appetite and found it hard to concentrate.
Qiao Zhiyang would never forget the way they looked at her when they discovered her condition—as if she were a monster.
“How could someone so young have so much pressure? I think you’re just being overly dramatic.”
“Remember this: if you don’t want to be looked down upon, you must never tell anyone you’re sick. Do you understand?”
“Take your medication on time. The Qiao family absolutely cannot have an abnormal young lady.”
To continue playing the role of the obedient, well-behaved child in their eyes, she started taking the medication, trying her best to recover quickly.
Even during this escape, she didn’t dare leave this bottle behind.
Afraid that if her emotions collapsed again, she could still rely on the medication to become “normal” again.
At the time, she thought this bottle of pills was her only support.
But she never expected that today, someone would tell her with such warmth and strength—
“Don’t get used to being wronged.”
“They demand you to be obedient, to be the perfect child who pleases everyone. But with me, you can be yourself to your heart’s content.”
“Do what makes you happy, and don’t do what doesn’t. Don’t worry about them.”
“You’re actually braver than you think.”
Qiao Zhiyang clenched the bottle in her hand, the gloom in her eyes gradually fading away.
Yes.
She had already mustered the courage to escape that prison-like place.
That suffocating, oppressive life of the past could no longer hold her back.
She could freely do whatever she wanted.
So, what was there left to fear?
Qiao Zhiyang lifted her head, her expression shining with unwavering determination.
She turned around and, without hesitation, threw the bottle into the trash bin. “Goodbye, to that damn life of the past.”
And to the lost, anxious, and insecure version of herself.
Goodbye to it all!
From today onward, she was Niu Gulu Yang!
Qiao Zhiyang straightened up again.
After quickly packing everything, the spacious, clean residence began to feel more like a real home.
“All done~”
She patted her hands in satisfaction, her invisible little sheep’s tail wagging behind her. “Time to move on to the next task.”Qiao Zhiyang walked to the wardrobe and took out a brand-new dark cyan new-style cheongsam. After changing into it, she skillfully picked up her phone and a selfie stick.
She chose a spot near the balcony with just the right lighting and began shooting.
Since childhood, she had loved design and cheongsams, so she secretly registered a Weibo account named “Little Lamb Mie Mie,” where she regularly shared various beautiful cheongsams.
Although she never showed her face and her shooting style was simple, her sincere attitude—unlike other bloggers who often pushed boundaries—truly showcased the elegance and grace of cheongsams.
Gradually, from having no followers at first, she quickly accumulated a considerable number of fans, becoming a “grass-planting” blogger with over ten thousand followers.
Many studios began reaching out to her via private messages for promotions.
Over time, she quietly accumulated some money in a bank card she had opened under her own name.
Qiao Zhiyang was grateful she hadn’t given up on this hobby back then.
Otherwise, even if she had escaped, she wouldn’t have known how to cover her expenses for food, accommodation, and travel.
So, it’s really important for girls to leave themselves a way out.
After adjusting the angle and timer for her phone, Qiao Zhiyang stepped back into the shooting area and began posing with a round fan in hand.
The fan covered her face, revealing only a pair of clear and captivating eyes.
Her gaze was as clear as autumn water, bright and expressive.
The dark cyan cheongsam accentuated her slender and delicate waist, while a light gauze of the same color draped between her arms.
Her smooth black hair was tied up in a bun, adorned with two elegant wooden hairpins, with a few strands softly framing her ears.
Even without showing her face, she looked like a beauty who had stepped out of a Jiangnan painting—graceful, elegant, and ethereal.
She perfectly embodied the beauty of Chinese cheongsams.
Outside, the sky had gradually turned into the orange-yellow hues of the setting sun.
“Finally done shooting.”
Qiao Zhiyang stretched her slightly sore neck and hurriedly began editing the photos.
If she noticed any pose wasn’t captured well, she would immediately reshoot it, never slacking off or finding it troublesome.
Once she confirmed all the photos were satisfactory, she opened Weibo, edited the text, and clicked “send.”
Little Lamb Mie Mie V: 【Long time no see! Here’s a fresh batch of cheongsam photos for everyone. Did these capture your hearts this time?
Σ＞―(〃°ω°〃)→】
As soon as the Weibo post was updated, the comments section instantly erupted.
“Ahhh, my favorite treasure blogger has finally updated!”
“This is the proper way to wear a cheongsam—elegant and graceful. Please, some boundary-pushing bloggers, stop shaking your butts! Who wants to see your big buttocks as soon as they log in?”
“Shedding six tears of envy. How can someone look so beautiful with just their eyes showing? Wuwuwu!”
“Look what I found! Little Mie is in Jingbei! No wonder the background looks different!”
“I don’t understand your taste. What’s so great about someone who doesn’t show their face? I bet she’s ugly. You’re better off watching my favorite Daidai—now that’s a real beauty. You all have no taste~”
“Ugh, I’m annoyed. My precious sofa spot has been taken over again by the top fan, C!”
Every time Qiao Zhiyang posted on Weibo, she would eagerly check the comments.
As soon as she opened the comments section, she immediately spotted a familiar name.
C was her first follower since she started her Weibo account.No matter the time, whenever she posted an update, he would always be the first to leave a comment, like, and repost.
Because he consistently managed to snag the first comment, he became familiar to her fans and was known as her number one fan.
This time was no exception. As soon as she posted on Weibo, he had already left his mark in the comments section.
C: “Hmm, struck right in the heart.”
Being quietly cherished by someone is a happy thing for a creator.
Qiao Zhiyang’s red lips curved into a smile as she couldn’t help but click on his profile.
His profile picture was a small piece of candy.
Exactly the brand she loved to eat.
His profile was very simple—aside from reposting her Weibo updates, there was no other content.
Huh?
Her gaze lifted inadvertently, landing on the IP location above, and she blinked in slight surprise.
So he’s in Jingbei too?
What a coincidence.