She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 111 - 011: Same Name, Different Fate
Chapter 111: Chapter 011: Same Name, Different Fate
Mu Lan tugged at the corner of her mouth. Couldn’t Sheng Xueqin come up with anything new? She wasn’t tired of it, but Mu Lan herself was exhausted.
Huo Tingxiao, too, knew how to be tactful and said as little as possible.
“Not at all.”
But who was Sheng Xueqin? She was the type who could act out a whole TV drama on her own and always added her own spin.
“That’s good to hear. Miss Mu, Tingxiao is just like that, not used to explaining things to others. I was really worried you might misunderstand something.”
Mu Lan raised an eyebrow, her smile more forced than genuine as she replied:
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“Miss Sheng’s deep concern is duly noted, rest assured. Just for that comment, I couldn’t possibly misunderstand Huo Tingxiao.
Whether he speaks up or not, that’s his temperament, and all I need to do is trust.”
The words “all I need to do is trust” created uncontrollable ripples in the depths of Huo Tingxiao’s heart. Even though he knew she was probably saying it just to shut Sheng Xueqin up, it was music to his ears, and the tenderness in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.
Sheng Xueqin didn’t get the reaction she wanted and fell silent, sullen. Meanwhile, Lin Yize, standing by like an accessory, felt as sour as if he were soaked in vinegar, wishing even his breaths could carry that tang. She had lost the memory of the last seven years, so how could she still feel this way about Huo Tingxiao?
Or could it be… that Mu Lan had fallen for Huo Tingxiao again? The mere thought made Lin Yize so insanely jealous that his interlaced fingers unconsciously tightened.
The following women’s fashion segment was equally eye-catching, climaxing with the arrival of the current top model, Liu Ai.
“Liu Ai is just too beautiful!”
Huo Tingxiao glanced at Mu Lan and, seeing Zhao Chen’s infatuated look, felt he could understand why. However, looking like that towards a female model was…
“I could watch her catwalk a million times over!”
“Calm down a bit.”
Huo Tingxiao whispered gently, and Mu Lan, a bit embarrassed, touched her nose.
“It’s my first time watching her runway show live, so I’m a little excited. Besides, I heard she and Zhao Chen used to date. Later, for some reason they broke up.
It’s rare to see them both at the same brand show.”
There she was, behaving like a true fan, clearly informed about other people’s affairs.
“You know her well?”
“Not really, the gossip about relationships is trivial. Liu Ai is also incredibly competent professionally. She’s been ranked third in the global model commercial value for several years now, the only Asian model in the top ten. Recently, she even landed a Chanel endorsement.
Despite this, she continues to walk the runway, not missing a single one of the big four fashion weeks. Models of her cohort are scrambling to break into showbiz, either acting or joining variety shows, while Liu Ai remains focused on her modeling career, being particularly protective of her reputation. I admire people who are dedicated and focused.”
Dedicated and focused.
Huo Tingxiao mulled over these words. He was like that too, wasn’t he? Perhaps that was why he had attracted her.
Now what about her now, though, Mu Lan who had forgotten the past seven years—could she still be attracted to him because of that?
With that thought, Huo Tingxiao spoke up unhurriedly, his voice low:
“I’m also very dedicated and focused.”
Mu Lan was startled and looked at Huo Tingxiao in surprise, feeling that his sudden statement carried an ulterior meaning. However, she dared not delve deeper, afraid of misinterpreting again, so she didn’t respond.
After the show ended, Mu Lan was in a hurry to go to the restroom, so she asked Huo Tingxiao to wait for her at the second-floor venue entrance. Sheng Xueqin seized the opportunity to sidle up to Huo Tingxiao for a chat, while Sheng Xueqian, with her skirt in hand, followed and waited by the washstand in the restroom.
As soon as Mu Lan emerged, she saw Sheng Xueqian with that deliberately provocative look on her face.
“Miss Sheng, are you waiting for me?”
Opening the tap, Mu Lan began to wash her hands, unfazed.
“Hmph, I really underestimated you. What kind of love potion have you fed Tingxiao? Escorted you shopping, stood up for you, and now he’s nonchalantly watching the show with you?”
The envious and angry tone made Mu Lan raise an eyebrow.
She pulled out a quick-dry towel to wipe the water droplets off her hands and smiled slightly.
“Does your sister know you like Huo Tingxiao?”
Sheng Xueqian was taken aback and retorted angrily:
“What nonsense are you spouting?! How could I… How could I possibly like Brother Tingxiao?”
Seeing her reaction, Mu Lan spread her hands and threw the crumpled paper into the trash bin.
“Ashamed and angry? Liking someone isn’t something to be embarrassed about. Admitting it won’t cost you a piece of flesh.
It’s just that Huo Tingxiao’s status is a bit awkward, a married man, you have to hide your thoughts.”
Sheng Xueqian’s face turned red and green with indignation.
“Stop spreading rumors here. Are you trying to stir up trouble?”
Mu Lan shook her head with an expression that said ‘such a child is unteachable’.
“Is it me spreading rumors, or are you feeling guilty? You know very well in your heart.
Your sister doesn’t have my patience; if she finds out her cousin fancies the man she likes.
Oh dear, I’m kindly reminding you because I’m afraid you won’t end up with anything good.
Little girl, instead of being used by others, you might as well focus on something useful.”
As Mu Lan looked at her, with her thoughts seemingly exposed, she couldn’t help but internally remark that the charm of an older man shouldn’t be underestimated—it could even make a young girl like this fall for his suit pants.
Sheng Xueqian bit her lip, about to say more, when a few models entered the restroom behind her. Seeing this, Mu Lan didn’t want to entangle with her any longer and walked past her with a shoulder brush.
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Stomping her feet in a huff, Sheng Xueqian’s eyes held resentment. Mu Lan, just you wait, I won’t let you be arrogant for long!
“Tracy?”
As Mu Lan looked up, she saw Liu Ai, first with a moment of surprise, then looking left and right, confirming that she was talking to her.
“You… are you talking to me?”
“Sorry, you look so much like a friend of mine, I… Sorry, I got you mixed up.”
Mu Lan shook her head.
“No worries.”
“Liu Ai, are you still jet-lagged? Even mistaking friends.”
A fellow model teased her, and Liu Ai bent over apologetically, pulling her companion away.
Mu Lan watched Liu Ai’s retreating figure, enviously thinking that although they were both called Tracy, some could be loved by Vincent, some could be good friends with Liu Ai, but she seemed to be useless.
Same name, different fate.
Elsewhere at that moment, Sheng Xueqin was making small talk with Huo Tingxiao.
“What have you prepared for Mr. Huo’s birthday gift? It’s not going to be some uninspired antique painting again, right? My gift this time is very thoughtful. Don’t let me outdo you.”
Thoughtful? Huo Tingxiao thought of Mu Lan’s gift and figured that when it came to being thoughtful, hers was likely second to none.
“No, Mu Lan’s gift is very meaningful.”
Sheng Xueqin frowned slightly, and there was Mu Lan brought up again.
Seeing the confident look on Huo Tingxiao’s face, she was keen to know just what kind of remarkable birthday gift Mu Lan had prepared that warranted such a reaction from Huo Tingxiao.
