"Alright, young madam." The servant nodded respectfully and immediately turned to go to the kitchen, instructing the chef to prepare dessert.
Meanwhile, Shi Ran was resting in her room. She lay on the bed, her back to Tang Si, her eyes closed as if asleep.
Seeing her dejected, Tang Si's heart ached. He got up and sat by the bed, taking her hand and holding it in his. "Ran Bao'er, when we get back to Lan Cheng, I'll take you to the plastic surgery hospital immediately. Don't worry, we will definitely heal the scars on your face."
He regretted his impulsiveness in bringing Shi Ran to the Hidden Clan as much as he was heartbroken now.
Girls were naturally fond of beauty, and Shi Ran, who was naturally beautiful, naturally couldn't accept her current self.
Shi Ran slowly opened her closed eyes. The dimness in her pupils no longer held the starlight of the past, like a gem losing its luster, no longer brilliant.
Her other thumb subconsciously rubbed a wound on her index finger's knuckle. There was a wound left from an injury over ten years ago. Although it had healed, the scar remained.
Shi Ran had searched online about finger scars that didn't fade. It was then she learned that she was prone to scarring.
And with a tendency to scar, she couldn't have cosmetic surgery.
From the day her face was scratched in the Hidden Clan, Shi Ran knew her face was almost ruined and could never be restored.
It's just that, she dared not tell Tang Si.
She selfishly wanted to possess Tang Si, and she knew very well that if she told him the truth, he would definitely leave her.
Afterward, having gone through so much, and with so many people leaving one after another, Shi Ran had come to understand.
Some things couldn't be forced; it was best to let fate decide.
"I'm sleepy and want to sleep for a while." She deliberately yawned, closed her eyes to sleep, and ignored Tang Si any further.
Tang Si patted her shoulder. "Sleep if you're tired. Rest well."
He got up, closed the bedroom door, and went to the small living room.
In the living room, he saw Qing Mu Ye and the others drinking. He walked over, sighed deeply, and poured himself a glass of wine.
Qing Mu Ye and Meng Jing Wei exchanged a look, both knowing exactly what was going on.
"Tang Si, I just discussed it with Ah Ye. Upon arriving in Lan Cheng, we'll immediately contact the best plastic surgeons and plan the surgery, with Shi Ran's needs being the priority." Meng Jing Wei spoke.
She knew Tang Si had been losing sleep over Shi Ran's situation; she could see it and felt his anxiety.
"Ah Wei and I are responsible for this matter and will see it through to the end," Qing Mu Ye said, patting Tang Si's shoulder to comfort him.
Tang Si held his wine glass, lifting it slightly towards the overhead light. The irregular rhombuses on the surface of the round wine glass refracted the light brilliantly.
He sighed dejectedly, "It has nothing to do with you. I brought her to the Hidden Clan in the first place, and I will take full responsibility for this."
"Now is not the time to assign blame. The most important thing is to contact a plastic surgeon."
Meng Jing Wei raised her phone. "I've already contacted a good plastic surgeon. We can go directly after we land."
They had already connected to the plane's Wi-Fi when boarding, and while they were chatting, Meng Jing Wei had contacted a plastic surgeon in Lan Cheng.
Tang Si glanced at Meng Jing Wei and nodded. "Alright."
It wasn't that they were overly anxious, but as long as Shi Ran didn't undergo facial reconstruction, she wouldn't be able to eat or sleep peacefully.
...
Lan Cheng, morning.
After a flight of more than ten hours, everyone finally arrived in Lan Cheng.
After disembarking, Meng Jing Wei stood at the airport, breathing in the air of Lan Cheng. Everything felt so familiar, making her feel incredibly relaxed.
She spread her arms, closed her eyes, tilted her head back greedily, and inhaled deeply, a smile gracing her face.
"Ah Ye, it feels so good to be home."