"You! I’m done talking to you!" Mo Ran turned his head to look out the window, feeling very apprehensive inside. Could he really come out on top?
Arriving at the venue for the competition, which was the sports arena in W City, Gu Yixuan parked the car, and they went their separate ways. She headed backstage to prepare, while he took a seat in the audience stands.
Just as Gu Yixuan walked into the lobby, his cellphone rang. Looking at the familiar landline number, his gaze sharpened, and he suddenly exuded a faintly piercing coldness.
"Hello," he answered the call, his voice cold and languid.
"Second young master, the old master is critically ill, and you’re asked to come back immediately."
"Is he about to die?"
Upon hearing this news, Gu Yixuan didn’t even furrow his brow, his voice devoid of any fluctuation, as if he had just heard the most ordinary piece of news.
In response to his irreverent remark, the person on the other end just fell silent for a second, "The doctor says the old master’s body can barely keep going on nutrient solutions, he probably doesn’t have much time left."
"If he’s not dead yet, why are you calling me? Call me when he’s about to die."
"Wait, second young master! The old master says he wants to see you, and the lady has also arrived. He has some matters to announce."
Finally, Gu Yixuan frowned slightly, "I understand."
After hanging up, he looked towards the stage that hadn’t yet raised its curtain, hesitant. After some thought, he still turned around and left, driving to the Gu family’s old house.
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Backstage, Mo Ran had changed her clothes and was putting on makeup. Ming Xue sat down beside her with her makeup kit and started applying her own makeup.
Noticing the perfume bottle on the table, she took it without asking and said, "Let me borrow this, I can’t find mine."
Mo Ran glanced at her but said nothing.
When it was time for her to use the perfume, she asked Ming Xue for it, "Where’s my perfume? Are you still using it?"
Ming Xue searched the table and said apologetically, "Sorry, I seem to have lost it."
Mo Ran found this strange. How could it be lost?
"Think again, where did you put it?"
After rummaging through her makeup bag, Ming Xue smiled and said, "Found it, here, you can use it."
Taking the bottle and looking at the brand, it was obviously not the kind she used, "This isn’t mine..."
"I know, it’s mine. You can borrow it."
Since she couldn’t find her own, she might as well use Ming Xue’s. Actually, she didn’t like to wear perfume.