A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1033: Lost

But in just a year, times have changed, and now she’s the one I have to look up to.Zhou Lifen was undeniably angry; she couldn’t accept being suppressed by a girl she used to mold at will. Yet, at this moment, Mu Yan was like a towering mountain, intimidating and awe-inspiring.

A car sped past her, the wind it caused almost knocking her over, making every pore on her body stand on end. She shivered unexpectedly.

In an instant, her heart turned to ashes.

She had lost, completely lost.

On the road, Song Cheng’an asked Mu Yan what Zhou Lifen wanted from her.

"Oh, not much. She just hoped I would remember our old friendship and give her a hand."

Song Cheng’an laughed lightly, "She really is thick-skinned."

"She rose up by currying favor, so it’s nothing to her," Mu Yan said indifferently. "But she remains as annoying as ever."

Song Cheng’an smiled knowingly, "That’s true. As they say, life is like a play, and a play is like life. In the entertainment industry, who hasn’t learned to act? The ability to adapt ensures longevity."

Mu Yan smiled, "So for someone like me, if not for Brother Song, I probably wouldn’t be where I am today."

Song Cheng’an pondered, "Not necessarily; without me, there would have been someone else. It might just have taken more time."

Mu Yan didn’t reply, looking out the window. The small shops lined the street, standing in the cold wind, their figures melancholic under the dim lights.

The person Zhou Lifen mentioned from behind the scenes was obvious, but she couldn’t expect Zhou Lifen to testify against Liang Rong.

In the past, she always felt like the heavens were unfair to her. From childhood to adulthood, hardly anything ever went smoothly.

A good start wouldn’t necessarily lead to a good ending. Over time, her patience wore thin, and she even began to lose confidence and doubt herself.

How to utterly destroy a person is not to push them into the mud at once, but to make them doubt and deny themselves, then gradually fall apart.

There’s no denying that when it comes to manipulating emotions, no one compares to Liang Rong.

Thinking about the things she had lost—education, honors, and even a possible future—she couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

In the villa’s living room, Jiang Jingheng saw her return and stood up to greet her, "You’re back."

Looking at his handsome face, Mu Yan suddenly felt her eyes warming, and an urgent need surged in her heart. She wanted to hug him, and that’s exactly what she did.

Jiang Jingheng’s eyelids twitched as he looked down at the girl in his arms, softly asking, "What’s wrong?"

"I missed you," Mu Yan said quietly. "Wanted to hug you."

Jiang Jingheng saw her low spirits, and his light brown eyes turned somber, but he didn’t ask what was wrong.

He held her like that for a while before speaking, "It’s late, let’s go to bed."

"Mm." Mu Yan released him and looked up at him, her eyes red.

Jiang Jingheng raised his hand to gently touch the corner of her eye and then led her upstairs.

After taking a bath, Mu Yan lay on the bed, snuggled into his arms, and soon fell asleep, exceptionally obedient.

But this was unusual. Before sleep, she often chatted with him, eventually drifting off mid-conversation.

He kissed her forehead and slowly closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, Mu Yan was still asleep when Jiang Jingheng got up and called Song Cheng’an to ask what had happened last night.

Song Cheng’an recounted Zhou Lifen’s visit with Mu Yan from the previous evening.

On Jiang Jingheng’s usually indifferent face, a rare look of disgust appeared, "In the future, I don’t want to hear any news related to this woman."