She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 1055 - 885: Super Star 59 (Second Update)_2

Previously, Molly used to eat junk food, but ever since being with Hua Yan, who is well-versed in health and wellness, Hua Yan not only corrected many of her bad habits but also sometimes cooked and brought food for her. After tasting Hua Yan’s cooking, Molly found that nothing else tasted as good.

"You’re really amazing, how can you be so excellent, being both well-presented and skilled in the kitchen, acting, playing the piano, and your studies are so good. If I were a man, I would definitely marry you."

Although Molly is playful, she’s not stupid. She just gets along better with boys. Given her family conditions, it’s unlikely she’d do anything she’d regret, so while her life was exciting before, she maintained her innocence.

Sometimes her ’bad’ behavior wasn’t from her heart; it might have been to attract others’ attention, because she craved love too much.

Whether it’s friendship, family love, or even the repulsion from outstanding students like Hua Yan, it can make her feel her influence.

Thus, only after becoming friends with her did Hua Yan realize she wasn’t as hopeless as she seemed.

"You can do it too, I have passion, and with passion, it’s easy to get good. You know more about fashion than I do; I can’t do it. I’m usually plain, dressed in sportswear, and don’t know how to mix and match. The way you know cosmetics, clothing, and luxury goods, if you weren’t studying piano, I’d think you could study fashion design or cosmetics in the fashion industry." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Hua Yan’s words made Molly’s smile pause a bit.

"Don’t say that, I’m far more interested in fashion coordination and cosmetics than the piano. Do you really think I can make it?"

Hua Yan sincerely looked at her, "It depends on you. You’re in your first year of high school, and actually, you have the space to choose. If you feel there’s no future upward space in piano, then you might need to consider your future direction."

"But domestic colleges in this area aren’t as good as in Korea; Korean makeup and beauty are quite famous. My suggestion is to apply to a relatively good university here and study a major that you’re slightly interested in, like fashion design or something related."

"Then, after graduating, you can further study makeup in Korea. This way, entering the fashion field as a stylist, designer, or makeup artist is possible, right?"

Molly bit her lip, nodded seriously for once.

"You’re right, my piano level, getting into Central Music College is a bit uncertain, especially given my grades—I don’t even have confidence myself. Speaking of fashion design, I have some art foundation too."

"My dad, despite other shortcomings, was very supportive of sending me to interest classes since childhood. As long as I wasn’t home, he’d willingly pay to send me out, so whether I liked it or not, I attended all kinds of interest classes growing up."

"From art, dance, and musical instruments to flower arrangement, clay modeling, etiquette, and cooking—honestly, what I couldn’t think of, there was nothing that couldn’t be enrolled in. Looking back now, hehe, learning those things isn’t entirely useless, wouldn’t you say?"

"At least when the teacher asked for certifications, I’d go take tests. Despite how I look now, in elementary and middle school, I had certificates for everything—I’ve never felt I had a childhood. My childhood was running around various tutoring classes with a nanny,"

"The other kids in the area mostly had classes at home, but not me; my dad specifically made the nanny take me out, just so he wouldn’t have to see me. But he had me, and even if he doesn’t like me, he has to take responsibility. So, from childhood, I tasted all sorts of sorrows of depending on others."

"Look, I don’t go home during summer break, don’t go home on weekends, and they don’t call. As long as the money arrives at the end of the month, I won’t say anything. Sometimes I even envy you, it’s like having a dad is worse than not having one at all,"

Hua Yan actually felt quite sorry for Molly, but to make her feel somewhat lucky, she interrupted her.

"Molly, actually, I’m not an orphan; I have a dad, but when I was ten, he ran over my mom with a car and killed her. He was imprisoned for six years and only got out last year. He came looking for me, but I didn’t acknowledge him."

"Your dad may not cherish you, but at least you’re still part of that family. As for me, if my mom hadn’t bought a small house, I don’t know where I’d be wandering now. So, when fate is unfair, you have to create your future yourself."

Molly couldn’t hide her surprise, her eyes widened: "You, is what you’re saying true?"

Hua Yan casually pulled out her phone, searched for a news article, and handed it to Molly.

"See? Driver with the last name Hua, I was called Hua Yan before I changed my name."

Upon seeing the accident date, which was exactly six years ago, in May 2010, she fell silent. Her eyes began to well up slightly, and she lowered her head filled with remorse.

"I’m sorry, I was really awful to you before,"

"Oh, come on, not again. I’m telling you this not to make you apologize, but just to say not to be pessimistic. Even though they don’t love us, we can love ourselves. Fortunately, both of us have a Beijing household and living expenses. My cheap dad isn’t actually poor. I’m so young and already have a house, so even if things turn out badly, I’m still better off than those who struggle a lifetime just to settle in Beijing, right? When you think of it that way, doesn’t it feel better?"

Molly bursts into laughter through her tears: "You’re really good at comforting people, I’m convinced!"