Su Muran, at the very least, was well-bred and had a good taste. Sun Yuhan, on the other hand, was a jumped-up vulgarian at best.
That was when a man and woman entered the room.
The woman wore a black cocktail dress that had a hard time containing her breasts. Many men blushed at the sight of her.
The woman’s red lips were fixed in a pout, her hair dyed wine-red—the same color as her nails. There was a devilish beauty to her.
It was Su Muran and Lu Qin. Sun Yuhan, who was in the middle of a pleasant chat with some big-name directors, changed colors when she saw the two of them. Even her smiles became strained.
Just a moment ago, Yan Huan had waltzed in, stealing her thunder and garnering the attention of all the directors. That was only to be expected with her fame, acting abilities, and title of “Box Office Elixir”. Now even Su Muran was here. They are doing it on purpose, aren’t they? Who even invited them? She was envious and spiteful towards Yan Huan, and she wanted nothing more than for Su Muran to kick the bucket. Wasn’t she on the verge of dying? If so, why did she look so healthy and energetic?
Su Muran followed Lu Qin to greet Ye Jianguo and present their gift, but Ye Jianguo clearly wasn’t too pleased at the sight of a member from the Su Family. He didn’t make a scene, but there was no trace of warmth in his voice.
Yan Huan leaned on Lu Yi’s arms as she watched the drama. The matters between the Ye Family and Su Family had nothing to do with her. Suddenly, Su Muran gazed in her direction. There was something angry in her look.
Yan Huan turned away. She couldn’t be bothered to deal with some people; in fact, even looking at her made her sick.
She nestled against Lu Yi’s body as she toyed with her phone. She had showed up and paid her due respect to the Ye Family, so her job was done. Her presence made Sun Yuhan look like a fly beside a swan.
She could hear whispers being exchanged.
“Yan Huan looks prettier in person than on the screens.”
“Indeed. I didn’t believe it before, but now I do.”
“Miss Ye isn’t that hard to look at on her own, but when you put her beside Yan Huan she becomes a pile of dung beside a flower.”
The last man’s heartfelt comment drew many snickers.
Sun Yuhan heard it too, and it had left her fuming. Even so, she had to maintain her smile, which was more like an unnatural rictus by now.
“I’ll be right back,” said Lu Yi as he handed her a cup of water. “Don’t wander around too much.”
He wasn’t afraid of Yan Huan getting cold feet, but he was afraid of others looking for trouble. This place was rife of trouble, after all.
“I know,” promised Yan Huan, sitting down with her cup in hand. Without Lu Yi blocking her, more people began noticing her, as though every action of her had a certain significance.
But she only sat there staring at the cup in her hand as if it was the most fascinating object in the world. That discouraged many people who would otherwise have approached her.
Still, not all of them were discouraged.
A woman walked towards her, dark-clad and red-lipped like a vicious ghost that had crawled out of hell.
Yan Huan herself had come back from hell, so she didn’t mind taking on any of her counterparts.
“Looking good, Mrs. Best Actress,” smiled Su Muran. Her eyes were poisoned with jealousy. She was jealous of her ruddy skin, her energy, and most of all her boundless vitality, something she herself lacked. Yan Huan looked extremely healthy.
“You too,” said Yan Huan coolly, examining her. It was easy to see the paleness in her skin beneath the makeup. If not for the makeup, she would have been as pale as a sheet.
Su Muran kept the forced smile, staring at Yan Huan as though she meant to pierce through her and steal her vitality away. Why was she afflicted with the disease, and not someone else?
“I heard that Mrs. Yan has a rare blood type,” said Su Muran suddenly, lowering her voice to a volume only the two of them could hear.
“You are right,” admitted Yan Huan, “but what does that have to do with you?”
Yan Huan reached for her cup again, a chilly look on her face. So she found out, huh?
“AB-type,”said Su Muran. The smile on her face made her as sinister a spirit. “RH-negative AB-type blood?”
Yan Huan chose not to answer her question.
“Are you a doctor, Miss Su? Why the sudden interest in my blood type?” She wasn’t planning on letting her find out that they had the same blood type. What’s this? Did she want her blood? The day hasn’t even ended, so isn’t it too early to be dreaming?
“You don’t have to deny it,” said Su Muran, smiling with her teeth clenched. “We have the same blood type, Miss Yan. Don’t you think there is meaning in this?”
Yan Huan regarded Su Muran with a look that suggested she was looking at an idiot.
“First of all, you are mistaken. And secondly, even if I shared the same blood type as you, I won’t give you a single drop of my blood,” she edged closer towards her, her voice dropping to a whisper as she eyed two people in the background. “Rather than wasting your breath with me, I suggest you keep an eye on your backyard before someone sets it on fire.”
Oooo, thought Yan Huan, I feel so evil.
The color on Su Muran’s face changed when she turned around and found Lu Qin missing.
Sun Yuhan was absent too. Hiking up her dress by the hemline, she walked away briskly.
She didn’t have time for her, and she didn’t think she could get away from her either. Yan Huan’s blood will be hers; her bone marrows too, if they prove to be compatible.
She would do anything to survive. If her “brother” turned out to be useless, she had backup plans.
She sped off in search of Lu Qin. She had held him in contempt in the past, but his fame had surpassed hers as of late, due to the state she was in. She was well-aware of the harshness of the industry; even she would be forgotten after a long hiatus from acting. But how could she act in her current state? It was all she could do to even stay alive.
