One day and one night, Su Ran and her company hadn’t responded.
The campus web drama she recently aired had also crumbled.
A bunch of people sought her for explanations.
When people liked a celebrity, everything seemed like a merit, but when they didn’t, they would nitpick at everything, from her crooked face to her stiff acting, both became subjects of controversy. On the contrary, Jiang Leyi, who played the third female lead, started getting noticed.
Su Ran’s Weibo was overwhelmed, and she herself dared not come out to respond, retreating like a turtle. Meanwhile, quite a few netizens were at Beijing People’s Hospital trying to find out about the injured lady’s condition there.
However, the hospital kept it tight-lipped, prompting some to spread rumors that the lady who was pushed had already died.
The rumors intensified, and some even called the police, asking them to arrest Su Ran from her residential neighborhood.
Specific updates weren’t reported online.
"Eh, it’s been two days already and no one has helped Su Ran remove the hot search yet. Da Shachun, does this make sense?" Jiang Nanshu asked.
Da Shachun appeared: "Host, this isn’t something you should worry about. Someone will help her."
Jiang Nanshu felt that the protagonist of this book was truly holding the infernal script.
Liang Ciqiu hadn’t even started competing with Lu Qingyan before she ended up going in.
Cheng An, who knows if he had regained consciousness yet, even if he did, he wouldn’t be in a good place to handle Su Ran’s issues.
Duan Huaiyu, despite having connections with Su Ran, was impoverished and couldn’t rescue her.
Upon thinking of these, she became somewhat curious, how would Su Ran make a comeback?
Hearing the doorbell, Jiang Nanshu opened the door to find a masked delivery guy holding the food she ordered: "Hello, is this Miss Jiang?"
"Yes."
"Here’s your order, please sign for it."
Jiang Nanshu took the pen he handed and signed her name on the delivery slip.
As she finished signing, she glanced at his name tag, which displayed two words: "Huang Hui."
He nodded repeatedly: "Enjoy your meal."
Jiang Nanshu watched him leave with a gentle smile.
Usually, delivery folks weren’t allowed into such high-security areas.
Jiang Nanshu’s delivery would be placed at the security booth, and the security personnel from that place would bring it to the storage box outside her door for her to pick up herself. Having the delivery brought to the door was a first.
She had been targeted within just two or three hours of settling in.
It could only be said that this person had been watching her for a long time.
Seeing her living alone, they couldn’t resist exploring to check if there was anyone else in her house.
Jiang Nanshu glanced at the meal he delivered and threw it straight into the trash. If he dared to come, Jiang Nanshu wouldn’t mind teaching him some manners.
The delivery might have been tampered with, leaving her no choice but to eat out.
Outside the lifestyle supermarket was a high-end buffet restaurant, where patrons were mostly residents of Emperor’s Garden.
Jiang Nanshu strolled around, ate and drank her fill, then returned home.
At night, Jiang Nanshu was wakened by the noise of quarrels and smashing.
Women’s shrill screams, men’s vulgarities, mingled with children’s cries, blended into a chaotic, nightmarish symphony in the darkness.
The screaming turned to sobbing.
Even from a house away, Jiang Nanshu heard it.
She got out of bed without turning on the light, instead opening the white sheer curtains covering the glass door, and walked to the balcony. It was one in the morning, and the night wind was a bit chilly. Jiang Nanshu glanced towards the brightly lit villa next door; the smashing sounds continued, but the women and children’s crying had stopped.
"Then let’s go." Fang Minghe stood up, grabbing the suit draped over the chair: "Do you need to pack your luggage?"
"Yes."
"Meet at Beijing International Airport in two hours."
Jiang Nanshu returned to her mansion and packed two dresses, bringing along skincare products.
Dragging her suitcase, she flew directly to Weixi City.
Fang Minghe had already bought the ticket, and rare enough, this big boss personally accompanied her.
Weixi City was a northern border town, located in the desert, with weather much hotter than Beijing.
They arrived just at sunset.
The place wasn’t as imagined, covered in sand dunes, but instead was filled with a vast expanse of orange-yellow clouds, painting a scene.
"Yellow Sand Crossing, a crow carries a rose across the sky, its petals gradually wither under the wind and sand, sinking into the desert. In the desert, roses can’t grow, but carried by crows, they can fly across thousands of miles. It leaves behind the rose’s fragrance. What I want to say is, before this love wilts, the rose had already expressed its affection." Fang Minghe gazed at the clouds and spoke to Jiang Nanshu softly.
Jiang Nanshu glanced at him sideways.
Fang Minghe continued, "This is the meaning of ’Dried Rose.’ Before darkness falls, love passionately."
Before darkness falls, love passionately.
Jiang Nanshu actually didn’t quite understand what love was, but she had already gotten used to Lu Qingyan.
So when mentioning the word "love," the first thought was Lu Qingyan, not Zhou Yanxu.
Habits could be quite a fearsome thing.
Jiang Nanshu raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling: "Mr. Fang, did you happen to gain affection for someone recently, to speak of the perfume’s meaning so profoundly?"
Fang Minghe paused for a moment, then laughed along: "That’s why it’s called ’Dried Rose,’ the blooming season is over, the rose has withered, it’s not possible, isn’t it?"
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