Qian Yan

Chapter 192 Breakthrough
When Yan Weiran was lowering his head and fiddling with the setting powder, he suddenly heard Zhang Yuman's voice, light and in a trance, as if floating from a long time ago, and as if coming from a distant place: "Actually, I used to hate you of."

Yan Weiran turned his eyes to glance at her, dipped a round brush into the setting powder, and motioned her to close her eyes: "What a coincidence, so do I."

The corners of Zhang Yuman's mouth raised, showing an arc similar to a smile: "But now, I am a little thankful to you, Yan Weiran... I think, without you, the traces of my mother in this world will really disappear. It's all over. You—really look like her."

The person who had been hating her all this time suddenly said such words, which made Yan Weiran's heart feel hot and bitter.Holding the brush in her hand, she collected herself and said softly, "Really? That may be because I have been working hard to learn from her and want to be like her."

"You are already very close to her. Even, I think when my mother was in her 20s, she was definitely not as good as you are now." Zhang Yuman tried his best to breathe out the breath that was choked in his chest, and said, "I'm sorry, I...I want to apologize to you because I used to hate you so much."

Yan Weiran closed her eyes, pressed back the warm steam that welled up her eye sockets, and said softly, "Actually, I also want to apologize to you, because I know I'm not worthy, but I once... had the extravagant hope of being her... daughter."

Sitting Zhang Yuman opened his eyes and looked at Yan Weiran in front of him, as if he saw that summer ten years ago, when his mother brought Yan Weiran home for the first time.At that time, Yan Weiran was thin and sad, with a small pointed face, and a pair of eyes that were surprisingly big.

At first he thought she was an ordinary little girl visiting the house, but Zhang Yuman heard her plan to adopt Yan Weiran from her mother's insidious tone.

After losing her father, Zhang Yuman, who was dependent on her mother, never imagined that a little girl would suddenly appear again, who wanted to part with her mother's love.

When her mother went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, the girl Yan Weiran was timid but tried to muster up her courage. She held her sleeve and asked in a flattering tone, "Sister Yuman, do you know how to put on makeup? Teacher Zhang said I would help Aunt Lin. The painting is very good, she can teach me later..."

"Don't call me sister, get out!" Zhang Yuman opened her and held his hand, making her lose her balance and fall heavily on the floor in front of her.

"Let me tell you, my mother only has me as a daughter, where are you from?" She looked down at Yan Weiran who was curled up in fright, pointing her index finger at the tip of her nose, and said viciously, "I don't know why. Yes, you want to play a mother-daughter relationship in my house as soon as you jump in? Go ahead and dream!"

This moment alone determines their relationship for the rest of their lives.

Even ten years later, Yan Weiran has grown from a timid girl to a current industry legend; even ten years later, Zhang Yuman, rebellious from China to the United States.After years of tossing and turning, they are still unable to stand together and stage a sisterly love.

But at this moment, in this secret small room in a foreign country, after Zhang Sizhao passed away, when Yan Weiran helped her finish this makeup, Zhang Yuman suddenly spoke, with a low voice, and Yan Weiran's voice was heard. In her ears, tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhang Yuman said: "It's not your extravagant wish, Yan Weiran, I think my mother must have already regarded you as a daughter."

In less than 10 minutes, Zhang Yuman suddenly turned into a South American-style hot beauty, with a high nose and round head, sexy thick lips, and an extremely successful mixed race appearance.

Zhang Yuman put the hat chosen by Yan Weiran on his head, stood in front of the mirror and turned around, muttering to himself: "I feel like I am already Miss Venezuela, and I will run for Miss World next. "

"Okay, but it's a bit cold outside, put on your coat and go to the election." Yan Weiran handed her the coat and boots at hand.

Zhang Yuman asked while putting on his shoes, "What are you going to do?"

"The two of us have too big a goal together, so let's separate, it's safer." Yan Weiran said, looking around, and saw that a piece of cloth seemed to be stuck on the door of the cabinet next to him.

She opened the cabinet and took a look, smiled excitedly, pulled out the dress inside, held it in her hand and said to Zhang Yuman: "Before you find this place, you should go quickly, and you will find a safe hotel." Stay first."

"Okay...Okay." After all, Zhang Yuman has been fighting with her until now. Although she knew that she spent the most precious time putting on makeup for herself, and she would have to accept more difficult and dangerous encounters later, the words of gratitude stuck in her throat , couldn't say anything for a while, and finally just murmured, "Then you, be careful."

Yan Weiran paused, then said, "Okay, I know."

Zhang Yuman didn't say anything anymore, turned around and lowered the brim of his hat, and walked outside.

Yan Weiran watched her leave the corridor, then looked down at her phone.

Wei Zexi sent her an OK emoji, probably already contacting Pandora by now.

She breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door of the nursing room, put on the short hair set she just bought, and began to put on makeup for herself.

"Pandora, where did you die?!"

As soon as the call was connected, Wei Zexi's roar almost deafened Pandora.

She pulled the phone away, a little innocent: "What's the matter, Young Master Wei, can't I go home and honor my father?"

"You'd better go and see what your brother did first!" Wei Zexi roared, "He's sending people to stop Wei Ran, you know that?"

Pandora was so startled that she almost jumped up, and her head hit the car roof heavily: "What did you say?"

"Let me tell you, I received news that Wei Ran has been targeted by your family as soon as she arrived in the United States. The biggest possibility is that your paralyzed brother ordered her!" Wei Zexi's original good mood dropped to freezing point in an instant. , Thinking that Weiran is in danger now, he became more anxious and irritable, "Did you see your family doctor appearing at the airport? You must know that Fang Aili hooked up with your brother. So if you want to go home, what do you want to do?" Now, immediately, solve it for me."

"Oh!" Pandora cursed angrily, and said, "If you don't clean up those two who deserve to be beaten, you'll still treat me like an old lady!"

Wei Zexi hung up the phone, looked at the location of Yan Weiran's hair, and drove the driver out of the car, then made a sharp turn on the road and went straight to the shopping mall.

The man with dreadlocks and the bald man met at the entrance of the mall.After leaving a few people to guard the exits of the mall, the bald man brought a dozen people into the mall and directed them to guard the elevators and escalators, keeping an eye on the customers.

It was not a holiday, and there were not many people in the mall, and a few of them left quietly after seeing them.The security guards of the shopping mall came after hearing the news, but because they were not arguing inside, they just stood by the elevator and patted his waist hintingly.

Although most of the current gangsters have been cleansed and are unlikely to do anything too outrageous in public, the security guard was still in a cold sweat and ran away to report the news to the management.

Seeing that he was about to be interfered, the bald man decided to end the chase ahead of schedule. After giving the order, everyone started searching the shops from the first floor, and even called a street girl to check for them in the fitting room.

The first floor was searched all over, and when everyone was walking towards the women's restroom that hadn't been checked yet, a South American girl in a hat was walking towards her.It was a healthy and bright beautiful girl of mixed race, with deep contours, high nose and deep eyes, light brown complexion with a samba style, and her walking steps seemed to be stepping on the beat of drums.

The girl only glanced at them for a moment, then lowered the brim of her hat and brushed past them.

The man with dreadlocks looked back at her twisting waist in high heels, couldn't help whistling, and said, "I bet this girl is from Brazil."

"Brazilian girls are much hotter than her. Most of the ones who ignore us are from Venezuela. Heck, their butts are still not upright enough."

Several people discussed vulgar topics, kicked open the door of the women's toilet, and let the woman they found go in to check.

The members in the back who were in charge of watching if anyone escaped in each store shouted from behind: "Hey, Damie, is there a nursing room next to it?"

The bald head turned around to look, then winked at the woman beside him and told her to go and open the door.

The woman twisted the doorknob hard a few times, and made a helpless gesture to him: "It's locked."

A group of people around were suddenly alert, gathered around, and paid attention to this side.

The bald man triumphantly made a gesture to kick the door, while drawing the attention of everyone in front of him: "Who will enter the nursing room, except for those with babies? I'm sure there are people hidden here, no matter what they look like, as long as they don't hug We have to drag the baby back, there must be two makeup artists! I want to see, no matter how good her makeup is, can she conjure a baby?"

After he finished speaking, he took two steps back, and was about to start running and kicked open the door of the nursing room, when the door slammed softly and opened from the inside.

The first thing that catches the eye is an old orange and black electrician's jacket, a pair of frayed overalls, and a pair of dirty high-top electrician's shoes.

What came out was not a woman holding a child as everyone imagined, but a gray-haired electrician who was nearly fifty years old.He was of medium height, with a dark brown complexion, a flat nose, and broad lips, and he was of black blood at first glance.There were already lines on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, but his brown eyes were still sharp. He glanced at the few people who were stunned in front of him, with a surprised expression on his face.

Seeing such a man with a bald head and everyone looking at each other in blank dismay.

(End of this chapter)