Chapter 295 - 150: A Longed-for Life

Chapter 295: Chapter 150: A Longed-for Life

In his world-weary gaze, the approaching Xie Yiren was reflected like a warm sun in the dead of winter, warming the entire cold season. It was a smile he hadn’t shown in half a century.

There is always one person who leaves a deep imprint on your heart, who is tied to your most joyous moments.

There is always one person you continue to think of, even when they’re long out of sight.

There is always one person whose face remains the brightest ray of sunshine in your heart, even when you can no longer see them.

That woman’s name was Shumin.

The story of a student from the University of Cambridge who went to the embassy to replace her passport and met a young, handsome diplomat...

It was a tacit understanding, a meeting of minds, like lovers falling in love at first sight. The first time their eyes met, they were destined to be inseparable. From then on, her every move captured your gaze and made your heart race.

The cold wind whistled. A withered leaf spiraled down onto his shoulder. He stood silently in the biting wind, not daring to move an inch. He was afraid that if he moved, the dream he had waited half a century for would shatter.

His moved expression turned into a tearful gaze as he watched ’Shumin’ approach with a ’familiar’ smile.

Xie Yiren walked up to Uncle Qin and waved a hand in front of his eyes. "Uncle Qin? Uncle Qin?"

"Ah..." Uncle Qin snapped back to his senses and asked earnestly, "Are you Shumin?"

"I’m not..." Xie Yiren recalled Su Ran telling her that there was something wrong with Uncle Qin’s mind. "My surname is Xie. My name is Yiren, not Shumin."

"Oh..." The look in Uncle Qin’s eyes turned to one of disappointment, then self-mockery. "That’s right. You’re just a young lady. How could you be my Shumin? Where are you from?"

"I’m from the Miao Clan in Guizhou."

"Oh..." For Uncle Qin, the dream had finally shattered. "A young lady from Guizhou. You’re beautiful. If I had a granddaughter, she would be about your age."

"Uncle Qin, don’t worry. Su Ran said he’ll help you find your family. He’ll definitely find them."

"Su Ran is a good kid."

"Yes, actually... I’m looking for my family too, and Su Ran is also helping me."

Perhaps it was because misery loves company, but Xie Yiren found herself willing to say a bit more.

"Your family is lost, too?"

"I... I don’t know who my parents are. But I believe Su Ran will be able to help us find our families." Xie Yiren gave a cheerful smile. "Uncle Qin, these are the clothes Su Ran got for you. Take them back and see if they fit."

"Thank you, thank you..." Uncle Qin thanked her repeatedly, looking back at Xie Yiren every few steps as he returned to his small hut.

「Walk-in Closet.」

Xie Yiren sat on a chair, watching Su Ran rummage around for a pair of shoes.

"Did you give the clothes to Uncle Qin?"

"I did. He even mistook me for his Shumin. It was so awkward."

"You know, I’ve seen the old photo, and you really do look a bit like her. Maybe you’re his granddaughter."

"Pfft. Anyway, have you found any clues about his relatives?"

"Not yet, but I believe that where there’s a will, there’s a way. We’ll definitely find them." Su Ran found a pair of high heels, walked over, and crouched down. "Here, try them on."

"I don’t wear other people’s shoes." Xie Yiren pulled her little feet back.

"I had these custom-made for you a while ago, but I put down the wrong address and they were sent to my place. Come on, let’s see if her ladyship can wear them."

Xie Yiren bit her lip and said shyly, "Su Ran, I’m starting to think you really like playing with my feet."

Su Ran replied with an air of righteous indignation, "I was just worried you didn’t have any high heels to wear. You’re overthinking things!"

Xie Yiren scoffed. After spending so much time together, she had already filled a mental notebook with Su Ran’s many kinks.

’You could call him a pervert, but sometimes he was completely serious. Then again, you could call him serious, but all day long he was just a pervert who wanted to play with her feet.’

’Men and their weird kinks.’ In any case, Xie Yiren got the feeling that Su Ran was no longer interested in playing with his expensive figurines; he had found a new toy.

Xie Yiren slipped on the high heels and admired her feet in them in the mirror.

"They fit perfectly."

"Of course they do. A designer in France made them especially for you. Seventy thousand euros, plus shipping. That’s enough for a whole apartment in Jiangning."

"They’re that expensive? Does that mean I can’t wear them? Should I put them on a shrine instead?"

"As long as they fit you, that’s all that matters. I’ll have more high heels custom-made for you in all kinds of styles from now on."

’Ever since Su Ran measured her feet, he’d been the one to buy all her high heels. She knew perfectly well it wasn’t entirely because her feet were small, making shoes hard to find. It was because he liked her small feet, and he never felt bad about spending money to invest in his interests.’

’Of course, this could also be considered a sign of love. The truly sad thing would be if a guy couldn’t find a single part of a girl’s body that he liked.’

"Su Ran, you’ve bought me so many pairs of high heels, but I’ve never bought you a single thing. When I have money someday, I’ll buy you a toy you like, too."

"I like Ferraris. You can buy me one of those."

Hearing this, Xie Yiren stormed off. He was totally making fun of her.

Su Ran just smiled, picked up a pair of shoes, and headed out to Uncle Qin’s mud-brick house.

He knocked on the door—KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—then pushed it open and walked inside. A single incandescent bulb cast a dim glow. Uncle Qin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring intently at a yellowed old photograph.

"Uncle Qin."

"Su Ran, what are you doing here?"

"I came to bring you some shoes. Uncle Qin, have you remembered anything?"

"My name is Qin Shubao, and I’m from Wagang Village."

"..."

’The old man was having another episode.’ Su Ran didn’t press him, not wanting to agitate him and make his condition worse. He turned and left. Outside, he saw four young women standing in the courtyard, staring at the wall. When they saw Su Ran approach, Liu Jinyu read the words written there aloud: "’In me the tiger sniffs the rose.’ The signature says... Ning Wenwen. Who’s Ning Wenwen?"

"My sister."

"You have a sister? Where is she?"