When She Stops Being Dramatic

Chapter 134: Chapter 65: Leading Lady of the 1960s Cultural Troupe (4)

By incorporating the styles and patterns of traditional Xiahua clothing, Tong Yuanbin had transformed the Zhaoyang Clothing Factory into an internationally renowned brand. The profits were so immense that he bought one private resort island after another abroad, becoming an island owner, a King, and leading his family in a life of lavish excess, spending money like water...

Xia Zhaoyun slowly let out a long breath. ’Even though I’ve been a Ghost and even practiced Cultivation, so far, aside from these new memories, nothing else feels different. At least, nothing I can notice yet.’

’Since I’ve been reborn, I’m going to make sure everyone who bullied me gets a taste of their own medicine!’

Overcome with exhaustion, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

”Yunyun, hurry up and get up! The sun is high in the sky!” It felt like she’d barely been asleep when He Qingran’s booming voice rang in her ears.

Under Mother Song’s strict control, Xia Zhaoyun was never allowed to eat her fill at meals. She was still at a growing age, and years of poor nutrition had left her somewhat anemic and with low blood sugar. As a result, she always had a terrible temper upon waking up.

”He Qingran, I swear I’m going to pluck every last hair from your body!” she growled through gritted teeth, her eyes squeezed shut.

Being called by her full name didn’t faze He Qingran in the slightest. The woman on the bed was like a little beast trying to be intimidating—adorably fierce, but not at all dangerous. ”Hurry and get up. After we eat, we have to go do the broadcast. You promised me yesterday.”

”Oh, right, I already asked Master Yuan for a leave of absence for you last night...”

He Qingran rattled on like she was chanting a sutra, barely pausing for breath.

The chatter was so annoying that Xia Zhaoyun had no choice but to sit up and glare at her. ”Come on, sis. I was framed, kicked out of my home, and had my engagement broken just yesterday. Don’t you think I deserve to sleep in and recover a little?”

He Qingran didn’t pull any punches, laughing as she nodded. ”Alright, little sis, weren’t you the one telling me to buy firecrackers yesterday? And now you’re playing the poor little victim?”

”Hurry up and pull yourself together. After work, we’ll go to the state-run restaurant for a feast. My treat!”

”We won’t buy firecrackers, but we’ll set off some fireworks tonight to wash away all your bad luck.”

”From now on, you’re free from the Song Family’s control! Here’s to our dearest Yunyun: may everything go smoothly for you, may you have a successful career, may you find your soulmate soon and have a whole litter of kids, and may you live a long, happy, joyful, and peaceful life!”

Her smile was radiant, more dazzling than the morning sunlight streaming through the window.

Xia Zhaoyun felt her eyes sting. Who gets this emotional first thing in the morning? Any lingering trace of her bad mood completely vanished.

She poked He Qingran’s forehead, feigning annoyance. ”I’ve discovered that ever since you became a broadcaster, your mouth has learned to run a mile a minute.”

He Qingran raised her eyebrows smugly and handed over a bag. ”Here. Your big sis knows you’re in a tough spot, so I brought some reinforcements. We’re about the same size, so I packed a few outfits for you.”

”Besides, this gives me a good excuse to go home and cry poor. Hmph, if that old man of mine doesn’t spend his money on my brother and me, it’ll just go to supporting his mistress and her family anyway!”

Xia Zhaoyun didn’t stand on ceremony. She picked out a peach-pink, waist-cinching dress and put it on. It had a white ruffled collar, puff sleeves, and fell to her ankles. She paired it with black, square-toed leather shoes with straps.

She tied her smooth, jet-black hair into a half-up style, finishing it with a red-patterned white handkerchief.

She looked slender and tall, her figure graceful and well-proportioned. Her features were as exquisite as a prize-winning peony, blooming with breathtaking beauty.

He Qingran clutched her chest. ”The comparison is just brutal! It’s the exact same dress, so how does it look like a suit of battle armor on you?”

”Hey,” she said, suddenly stepping closer to stare at Xia Zhaoyun’s face. ”Your recovery is ridiculously fast, isn’t it? Last night your face was swollen like a pig’s head, but today you can barely tell, aside from a couple of small cuts!”

Xia Zhaoyun froze, turning to look at the full-length mirror behind the door.

The swelling on her face was indeed gone. There was only a small, faint purplish bruise on her cheek, and the cuts on her brow bone and lip no longer looked as ghastly as before.

A thought struck her. While washing her face, she deliberately covered her right ear. Her left ear—the one diagnosed with irreversible, trauma-induced nerve deafness—could actually hear! It wasn’t perfectly clear, but it was a massive improvement from yesterday, when she had tested it and heard nothing at all.

Xia Zhaoyun took out some gauze and antiseptic, but before she could tend to her wounds, He Qingran took the supplies from her hands.

Her hands were still covered in a dense network of cuts, including several long, deep gashes that had required stitches. Now, however, the redness and swelling had subsided, the wounds were mostly closed, and they were no longer bleeding.

After her hands were re-bandaged, Xia Zhaoyun wiggled her fingers slightly. The weakness and sharp pain from before were gone!

She had trained as a dancer since she was a child, and because she frequently failed to meet the high standards of Father Song and Mother Song, her body was perpetually covered in injuries, all hidden away beneath her clothes.