Chapter 288: Is there also a tattoo on President 288? Chapter 288: Is there also a tattoo on President 288? “You watched your sister get cyberbullied, driven into the hospital, knew about her suicide attempt and remained indifferent, do you even count as a person?”
“She sold her life for three million for you, humiliated and bullied by the pop king’s people. Last time she was even trapped in the parking lot, nearly costing her half her life, and you? You cursed her, saying she deserved it.”
“Do you even count as a person?”
An Yang was very defiant but couldn’t find any words to refute Huo Zhao, and after struggling for a while, he finally yelled, “I’m younger than her, it’s only natural for her to protect me.”
“Indeed, everything about you is small, except for your courage.”
After saying this, Huo Zhao focused on sea fishing with his cap pulled down, completely ignoring An Yang.
An Yang was so frustrated his chest heaved, but he couldn’t free himself from the rope, much less escape from these waters, because he genuinely feared the water.
Before Shi Lan left, she called Huo Zhao to ask about that little punk’s situation at sea.
Huo Zhao put down his fishing rod, answered the phone and said, “He’s sunbathing, but, he seems quite unhappy.”
“How about trying to hang upside down, or maybe tie up his hands and feet, throw him into the sea, then have a motorboat speed race?”
“I have it arranged for this afternoon.”
No problem, there are fifteen days of life at sea, plenty of time to grind him down.
After leaving, Shi Lan went to meet up with Sun Ling, as she had asked Sun Ling to find a reliable tattoo parlor.
Seeing Shi Lan on her motorbike, Sun Ling was utterly struck by her coolness, “Boss, that’s just too cool.”
“Want to take it for a ride?”
“I don’t have that kind of presence.” Sun Ling waved his hand in refusal.
Shi Lan parked the bike, then went with Sun Ling to the tattoo parlor.
“Boss, I’ve already checked it out. This shop has the best reputation in Yancheng, has hosted quite a few celebrities, even international stars come here for their reputation. Both their skills and hygiene conditions are top-notch.”
The decor was Southeast Asian themed, clean and tidy.
“That’s the owner,” Sun Ling pointed at a man lying on the front counter.
The owner was a man in his early thirties with long braids, looking very distinctive.
“Heard you want to cover up the scars on your wrist?” the owner looked up at Shi Lan, clearly already aware of her needs, “You brought your own design, did you?”
Shi Lan handed him the design.
After looking at it, the owner smiled meaningfully, “A few days ago, a pretty remarkable man came by with a design ninety percent similar to yours.”
“Hmm,” Shi Lan nodded, “Your work is good.”
“It should have scabbed over by now, timing wise.”
“Hmm, it has fully healed.”
“Don’t worry, your relationship, I won’t gossip about. We have our professional ethics,” said the tattoo parlor owner.
Unexpectedly, Shi Lan replied with three words, “Doesn’t matter to me.”
The owner took another look at Shi Lan, feeling that this girl was truly fearless. To have an Asian tycoon get a tattoo for her, how could she not have character?
Shi Lan didn’t choose black, but went for red. Since the design wasn’t large, it didn’t take long, only forty minutes.
She could now understand what it felt like to have names engraved on each other’s bodies. It was an unspeakable sense of belonging, as if with this mark, you could clearly know whom you belonged to.
After the tattoo was done, Shi Lan’s wrist was wrapped in a protective film. The owner again reminded her of some care instructions, “I hope the next time I see you, it won’t be to remove this tattoo.”
“I’m someone who never looks back once I’ve done something, even if it was wrong,” she responded.
The owner smiled, as if in blessing.
Sun Ling examined Shi Lan’s wrist for a while, then suddenly said, “Boss, does General Yan have one too?”
“Even Dr. Sun has moments when he can’t keep up?”
“Where is it? Will I have the chance to see it?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Shi Lan threw back coldly.