After reading the suicide note, Connor Wen was unable to recover for a long time. He took a deep breath, lay down heavily on the bed, looked at the snow-white ceiling, and saw Natalie Luo's face in his mind, and memories flooded into his heart.
Natalie Luo is their adopted daughter, not the kind who was adopted from childhood. When Yaya was adopted by her father, she was already twelve or thirteen years old. Yaya's father and his father were comrades-in-arms who shared life and death, and he was buried forever in the snowy mountains on the border to protect his father. Yaya's mother didn't want to remarry with such a grown-up daughter, so his father had no choice but to bring Yaya back home.
At that time, his father and mother had just been married. His mother was only ten years older than Yaya, so she naturally did not want to be the stepmother of such a big girl, but she could not turn away the "daughter of her lifesaver". At that time, his mother was a cashier in a textile factory, and his father was assigned to work as a security guard in the textile factory after his retirement. Their family was very ordinary, and having one more person to feed and go to school was a big burden for them. Moreover, Yaya was extremely beautiful, not just ordinary beauty, but a look that could make people amazed and unforgettable at first sight. Putting such an outsider in the family, his mother always had a barrier in her heart. She was strong and aggressive by nature, and she was not broad-minded. She endured it again and again, and finally exploded when she was pregnant with him.
During his mother's pregnancy, her mood fluctuated greatly and she often quarreled with his father about Yaya. His father remained silent most of the time, but when he was pushed into a corner, he would say that he could not let his comrades down and that he would sell everything he had to raise Yaya to adulthood.
Yaya was very sensible, or as his mother said, very calculating. After he was born, she took the initiative to take care of him, so when he was young, he was almost brought up by Yaya. In his young heart, his sister was closer to him than his parents. He still remembers that when he was a child, he wrote a composition with the topic "the dearest person in the world", and he wrote about his sister.
Later, after graduating from high school, Yaya went out to work. Layla Sun was the owner of the beauty salon where she worked at the time, and she was the mistress of a wealthy man. They all thought that it was Layla Sun who led Yaya astray. In his memory, Yaya disappeared for a period of time. Since he was too young at the time, he couldn't remember the details. According to his mother, Yaya was with the powerful married man at that time and gave birth to a child. She was only ten years old at the time, about the same age as he is now.
Yaya's behavior made his father so angry that he vomited blood. This is not an adjective, but he really vomited blood. His father was injured and overworked on the battlefield, and his body continued to deteriorate with age. It was also from that time that Yaya rarely came back, and his relationship with their family became increasingly distant.
But he never told his parents, or maybe his parents knew but just never said it. At that time, he had always been in contact with Yaya. Being young, he didn't understand the right and wrong of adults. He only knew that a sister was a sister and had always been good to him since he was a child. After his sister started working and had money, she would come to the school to find him from time to time, buy him this and that, and take him out to eat and play. To him, except that his sister no longer came home, there was almost no change.
A few years later, he really grew up and gradually understood a lot. At the same time, influenced by his parents, he began to have his own opinions about Yaya. What really broke up the relationship between him and Yaya was the death of his father.
That was four years ago. His father was dying in bed and wanted to see Yaya. He didn't know where Yaya lived. He made countless phone calls and begged her to come back, but she didn't come back. His mother repeatedly complained that Yaya made his father sick. He didn't agree with it before, but because of this incident, he could no longer regard her as a sister. He hated her for being selfish, heartless, and cruel, and just thought that this person had never existed in the family.
Life is so long, he thought they would see each other again one day, but he never thought that the next time he heard from Yaya, they would be separated forever. In the face of death, all the resentment in the past faded and could hardly be seen clearly, but all the kindness she had shown him became more vivid.
At the bottom of the suicide note, there was a lawyer's phone number. Connor Wen read it so many times that he almost memorized it. Should he make this call? Did he really want to help Yaya raise the child? 15 years old... not much younger than himself. How could he raise such a big child? He couldn't even support himself.
Should he tell his mother about this? His mother had never liked Yaya, but he knew her. Although she was mean, she was not a bad person. Upon hearing the news of Yaya's death, his mother would definitely be angry and would never accept Yaya's child. Perhaps, his mother would change her mind for the house and the three million?
Connor Wen was racking his brains, but couldn't figure out the answer. He made up his mind and took out his cell phone to call a lawyer before he regretted it. No matter what, Yaya had entrusted her to him, and he couldn't see the child at all.
The call was quickly connected: "Hello, Brendan Cao."
"Uh, hello, Lawyer Cao."
"Hello, who is this?"
"I am... Connor Wen."
"Mr. Wen? I've been waiting for your call."
"Oh." Connor Wen is usually sharp-tongued and can curse people for five minutes without repeating himself, but at this moment he was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.
Brendan Cao slowed down his voice: "Mr. Wen, if you are not busy, how about we meet tomorrow afternoon? There are many things we need to discuss. Of course, Ethan Luo will come too."
"Can."
"That's settled then. I'll send you the time and address later."
"Has her funeral been held?" Connor Wen blurted out.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "Let's talk about this in person."
"...All right."
He got up, took a shower, and put ice on his eyes for a long time. Looking at his still red and swollen eyes and decadent look in the mirror, he really didn't want to go out, but he still had to go to work.
After graduating from high school, he could neither get into a good university nor did he want to study at all. However, he had been interested in makeup and styling since he was a child, and through studying, he made a name for himself. His beauty Weibo account has more than 60,000 followers, and because of this, he had some opportunities to earn extra money. He was noticed by a partner of Juxing Styling Studio, a leader in the industry, and is now interning at Juxing.
Although the monthly internship salary is only 1,500, this is a place that many people cannot enter even if they pay money. As long as you intern at Juxing for a year or two, you will be able to find a good job anywhere in the future. The things you can learn and the people you can meet there are extraordinary, and it will be easy for you to get into the fashion and entertainment circles in the future.
I hurried to the studio, and as soon as I entered the door, a male voice with a hoarse voice shouted: "Hey, you, you are fifteen minutes late."
Connor Wen whispered: "Traffic jam."
"People who drive can say they are stuck in traffic, but why are you stuck in traffic on the subway? Did you bump into an earthworm?" A man with off-white hair dyed high and low came over. He was not tall, and was wrapped in tight leather pants, which made his body look as thin as a willow twig. His cheeks were a little sunken, but his facial features were good, but no matter how thick the makeup was, it couldn't hide his poor complexion.
This person is Nico, who is secretly called the number one B!tch in the studio by Connor Wen. He is an intern like him, but his qualifications are half a year earlier than his. He has always been targeting him since his first day at work. Normally, Connor Wen would not be honest to be ridiculed by him, but now he is really in no mood to deal with such provocation, so he put down his bag and walked in.
"Hey?" Nico came over and lifted his chin. "What's wrong? Your eyes are as red as a rabbit. Did you get dumped? Or are you too excited because you lost your virginity?"
"I've been drinking." Connor Wen slapped his hand away, "Stop bothering me."
"Huh." Nico glared at him, "Snowy is here, waiting for you."
Connor Wen took a few deep breaths, forced himself to cheer up, put on a smile and walked over, calling sweetly: "Sister Sydney."
A woman who was playing with her cell phone raised her head from the sofa. She looked only about 27 or 28 years old and was very beautiful. From her hairstyle to makeup to clothes and accessories, every part of her was exquisite and luxurious, and her whole body seemed to be shining.
Sydney pouted: "Adi, what's taking you so long?"
"My friend had a birthday party last night, and he drank too much." Connor Wen sat over with a smile, and shouted in an exaggerated voice that could be heard by the whole store, "Wow, Cartier's limited edition just released in spring." He grabbed Sydney's slender white wrist, and gently stroked the exquisite diamond bracelet with his fingers. He saw several customers who were getting their hair done in the store looking in their direction, and he knew that he had accomplished his mission today.
Feeling the jealous or envious gazes, Sydney smiled happily and said, "It's so beautiful, right? I went to the store the other day and fell in love with it at first sight. It's the only one in China."
"There is only one in China! It is so beautiful, especially when worn on the hand of the beautiful Sydney, it is ten thousand times more beautiful than when placed in a display case."
Xue Li pinched his cheek: "You little B@st@ard, you're so sweet." She opened her bag and took out a gift box from it, "Here, this is the gift I brought back for you from Japan. Don't say I don't love you."
Connor Wen opened the gift box and found a Prada wallet inside. He was surprised and happy and kept thanking her for a long time, making Sydney laugh the whole time.
Sydney looked at her watch and said, "I'll leave first then."
Connor Wen's eyes sparkled: "Sister Sydney, did you come here specially to give me a gift? What should I do? I'm so touched."
"It's on the way to the station. I'm free lately anyway. Oh, and I have an event next Saturday. Please give me that day."
"No problem, Sister Sydney's matter is the most important to me." He walked Sydney to the door.
Before Sydney left, she suddenly remembered something: "Adrian, you should stop drinking and staying up late. You look so bad today, your face is so pale...ah, did you find some new good foundation? It looks so natural."
Connor Wen smiled and said, "No, I didn't wear any makeup today."
Sydney snorted: "Being young is good, your skin is so tender that it looks like water is coming out of it."
"Sister Sydney's skin is so tender that it looks like water is coming out of it, and you still want to criticize others."
Sydney burst out laughing: "Okay, I'm leaving now, no need to see me off."
"Sister Sydney." Connor Wen called her.
"Um?"
Connor Wen smiled and said sincerely: "I was actually very unlucky today. Meeting you is the only good thing. Thank you."
Xue Li smiled faintly, blinked, waved and left.
After sending the person away, Connor Wen leaned against the door and took a deep breath again. He didn't know if it was because of the hangover or because he had been crying for too long, but he now had a splitting headache and felt like he could faint at any time.
Walking back to the shop, Nico was doing a lady's hair and deliberately said in a loud voice: "Yes, it's Sydney, the host of the entertainment program on Channel 2. She must be a kept woman. That bracelet is worth her annual salary."
Connor Wen was furious. He sneered, "Nico, it's a waste of your talent to be a stylist. Why don't you be an agent? Mrs. Zhang, you should be careful when talking to Nico. Nico only has the gossip talent of an agent, but not the confidentiality ability of an agent."
Nico raised his voice: "Connor Wen, what do you mean?!"
"Zhang Xiong, what do you mean?" Connor Wen was furious. "You just talk nonsense all day long. How can you say something about my client?"
"You B!tch..."
"What are you arguing about!" A loud shout came from the office, and a man with an eye mask on his head rushed out from inside. "There are customers here, what are you two doing? Don't you want to do this anymore?"
The one who cursed was a man in his early thirties. His very wide European double eyelids looked a little inconsistent with his purely Asian face shape, but he was still good-looking.
Connor Wen immediately said softly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong." He is one of the partners of Juxing Studio, a famous stylist and makeup artist in the circle, and has many resources of first-line stars. Although it is said that his character is questionable and his private life is extremely chaotic, Connor Wen admires him very much, not for anything else, but for his strength and talent.
Nico's arrogance immediately subsided: "I'm sorry."
She glanced at them and walked over with a smile: "Sorry, Sister Zhang, I'm a newbie and don't know much. Please let me take care of this today."
Mrs. Zhang nodded gracefully.
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