Chapter 22

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Wednesday.

After half a week of rain, the sky finally cleared. Golden bright and dazzling sunlight spilled from the sky, covering the long streets with cascades of broken gold early in the morning.

Along with the waking songs of cicadas, people were gradually rising inside the symmetrical windows of the tall apartment buildings.

“Xiao Ran,” Yang Yilan pushed open the door of her room and came in chattering very rapidly, “The Japanese rose dress was given to you and put into your suitcase, right? When you go to the Tang residence, remember to change into it on your birthday. The rest of your clothes are too plain and unsuitable.”

Yang Yilan finished speaking as she walked to the bench at the end of the bed.

At that point, she raised her gaze, only to find that the girl sitting on the corner of the queen-size bed still had her head down, her white calves and feet hanging down beside the bed, and her simple face was hidden by her long, dark, soft hair.

The person seems to be lost in thought.

Yang Yilan stopped in surprise: “Xiao Ran?”

”…… Ah?” Such an extremely close call finally pulled Tang Ran’s thoughts back. She looked up and turned in the direction the voice came from, “Granny?”

Yang Yilan asked, “What are you staring at?”

Tang Ran was confused, “Was I just spaced out?”

Yang Yilan smiled and said, “Of course. You didn’t even hear me talking to you—what’s so interesting that could make our Xiao Ran lost in thought?”

”It’s nothing, just thinking about….” Tang Ran’s eyes curved slightly, “A gift.”

Yang Yilan was lost for a second, “A gift? Oh oh, the 16th birthday present that Mr. Luo’s giving you, right? The one he asked Luo Xiu to bring you to see?”

”Mhm.”

Yang Yilan calculated the date in her mind, then frowned, “There are only two days left before your birthday. Someone should come to pick you up tomorrow and take you back to the Tang residence—that Luo Xiu wouldn’t have forgotten about this, right?”

Tang Ran hesitated then shook her head with a smile, “No, that’s unlikely. Maybe he was delayed by something……”

The girl didn’t finish her sentence before the black screen of the phone placed on her bed suddenly lit up.

”Hey, incoming call.”

A cold, relaxed male voice rang out in the empty bedroom.

”Aiya, scared me to death!” Yang Yilan was frightened by this sudden voice and took two steps back before stopping herself. After returning to her senses, she looked exasperatedly at Tang Ran, “Xiao Ran, your AI assistant is really…..”

Tang Ran bent her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh lightly, “Granny, your courage is getting smaller and smaller.”

”How am I timid, ah…..” Yang Yilan also found her reaction just now ridiculous, and then collected herself, “But who is calling you, the Tang family?”

”I don’t know.”

Tang Ran turned to the phone, “Luoluo, who’s calling?”

”From your contacts, named ‘Luo’.”

Tang Ran was startled. Reaching for the phone and taking a very shallow deep breath, she spoke, “Answer.”

The phone buzzed and vibrated.

Tang Ran put the phone to her ear. The silence on the other end made her subconsciously match the silence.

The silence persisted for four or five seconds before a lazy laugh came out of the phone receiver: “Did I call the wrong number?”

Tang Ran snapped out of it after hearing this familiar voice, a little embarrassedly lightening her voice: “I was waiting for you to speak first.”

”Know who I am?”

The girl hesitated and said softly, “You’re Luo Xiu.”

Luo Zhan tsked lowly, suddenly feeling a little regret—he might as well have let the little girl call him “Luoluo” like before. It was much more pleasant in comparison.

Luo Zhan suppressed his displeasure and leaned against the car door with his long legs folded, “I’m below your apartment, you can get ready to go down.”

”You’re here?” Tang Ran asked in surprise. Her normally quiet tone brought a bit of rare haste, “Then I’ll……”

”Don’t rush.” Luo Zhan interrupted her, “Otherwise if you get knocked or bumped, it’ll only trouble me.”

”Okay.”

The call ended.

Luo Zhan leaned against the door of the red sports car, looking at the phone screen through his sunglasses. Then he turned sideways and tossed the phone back into the sports car.

Before retracting his sight, Luo Zhan glanced at the sports car with cold disgust.

—It was a very enticing crimson color, which was extremely eye-catching under the sun. Factoring in the guy with sunglasses by the side of the car with a devastating face, the percent of pedestrians passing by who turned around was 100%.

However, this was also the only convertible in Luo Zhan’s garage. He had already forgotten which distant relative gave it as a gift.

Because the color was too flashy, after accepting it as a courtesy, Luo Zhan disdainfully threw it into the garage to collect dust. He didn’t expect it to, for the sake of a little girl, see the light of day again.

Yang Yilan was not assured and followed Tang Ran downstairs. After walking out of the apartment, the first thing she saw was the young man leaning on the hood of the fiery red supercar.

Black messy hair, dark brown sunglasses, cold white skin, indifferent side profile.

From the jaw to the neck, the long, sharp contours met a thin white shirt with two buttons open. The light breeze made the shirt flutter, his chest faintly discernible.

Looking down, the black pants emphasized the straight long legs, which weren’t properly standing up, folded carelessly against the side of the car.

No need to know or interact with him, you could already tell the confidence and coldness exuding from his bones.

Yang Yilan’s steps stilled, and she asked Tang Ran uncertainly: “Xiao Ran, this young man who came to pick you up is Luo Xiu?”

”Mhm.” Tang Ran nodded her head.

Yang Yilan could only suppress her doubts—not to mention that she’d never seen the appearance of the two grandsons of the Luo family, even if she had, with a pair of big sunglasses covering their face, it would be difficult for her to tell the difference.

When the two of them walked to the car, Luo Zhan was annoyed by a woman who wanted his WeChat. His voice was cold: “No phone, no WeChat.”

The woman didn’t give up and delicately laughed: “Ah, young brother, how do you communicate with people without a phone?”

Luo Zhan’s face was cold, “Pigeon mail.”

”……”

Tang Ran stopped just in time to hear the last sentence and couldn’t hold back a light laugh.

Luo Zhan’s eyelids lifted.

Seeing that it was Tang Ran, he gave a low cough and got off the hood of the car. The cold impatience between the clear eyebrows also faded cleanly away. Without looking at the stiffened woman, Luo Zhan walked straight over.

Giving Yang Yilan a slight courteous nod, Luo Zhan’s gaze fell on Tang Ran.

The little girl was wearing the same dress that she had worn when they first met. Her waist was slimmed by the sash, and she was standing quietly holding her blind cane.

”Get in.” Luo Zhan took Tang Ran’s blind cane and helped Tang Ran walk towards the front passenger seat of the car with his arm.

Passing in front the woman, Luo Zhan still didn’t even bother to look at her.

The woman was probably angered by the complete disregard, and she clutched her handbag and laughed coldly: “So arrogant, not even giving your WeChat. I thought you had high standards, but it turned out you just like a little blind person?”

”—”

Luo Zhan’s figure stopped abruptly.

After two seconds, he turned his head expressionlessly, “Come again?”

The woman’s expression froze and she endured for a few seconds before gritting her teeth unwillingly: “Am, am I not telling the truth? She’s using a blind cane, is she not a blind……”

Luo Zhan’s eyes instantly sank.

With a woosh, the blind cane in his hand rose, cutting through the hot and dry summer wind straight to the woman’s made up delicate face.

Ending up only inches away.

The momentum suddenly stopped.

On the arm of the guy’s half rolled up sleeves were flexed light blue veins. The blind cane, which was restrained at the very last second, was still wavering in the air.

The car was dead silent.

Tang Ran didn’t know what had happened, but Yang Yilan and the woman was completely terrified.

”Ah—”

A few seconds later, a hysterical shriek suddenly rang out.

The woman in front of the blind cane paled in shock and backed away. Who knew whether her mouth was muttering curses or apologies as she staggeringly ran away.

Only when the sound of high heels was far away did Tang Ran, with a pale face but a calm voice, ask, “Luo Xiu, what’s wrong?”

Luo Zhan suppressed the hostility in his eyes, “Nothing.”

He turned back. His voice was still lazy, but there was no longer any sign of the previous chilly and frightening coldness—

”She really regretted offending you and was just apologizing.”

Tang Ran recalled the man on the bus that gave the sign a kowtow1. After a few seconds of silence, she nodded, “Okay.”

This time it was Luo Zhan’s turn to be silent.

After a few seconds, he snorted lightly, “Do you believe everything I say?”

Tang Ran thought for a moment, “Mhm.”

Luo Zhan lightly narrowed his eyes, “Why?”

”Because….”

Under the sunlight, the girl who couldn’t see, curved the corners of her eyes and smiled lightly.

”Because, you’re ‘Luoluo’.”

Luo Zhan was shaken by that smile.

It was like a figment of his imagination for a split second. As if, on the face of this blind little girl, he saw the pair of, that he had been dreaming about for many years…

Beautiful eyes.

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1 You can read this chapter for a refresh. I know it was a while ago.

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