"Alright, I won't give up." Max Mo shook his head helplessly. He had waited three years already—what did a few more years matter?
"When are you leaving?" Cici looked up at Max Mo. "I'll see you off."
Max Mo reached out and gently patted Cici on the head, his voice overflowing with affection: "Tomorrow morning's flight. Once I leave, I might be gone for a long time. If anything comes up, just call me."
"Okay." Cici nodded, a smile in her eyes—one that had nothing to do with love.
After saying goodbye to Max Mo, Cici finally made it home.
As soon as she walked in, she saw Rona Muir lying on the sofa, wearing a facial mask and reading a fashion magazine.
The apartment was bought by the two of them together. It had two bedrooms and two living rooms—just enough space for both.
Two years ago, while traveling in England, she accidentally helped a stunning G-cup beauty with a tiny favor—just paid for her coffee when she forgot her change.
Ever since then, that beauty—who called herself Rona Muir—had stuck to her like glue. Not only did she insist on buying her meals and taking her on trips, but it even escalated to swearing blood brotherhood together.
If she hadn't been sure Rona had no romantic intentions, she would've thought Rona was into her!
Although this overly friendly friend had an impressive figure and strong presence, she was a total goofball in private.
And now, she was shamelessly sticking around—just because she'd heard that France was full of cosmetic brands and wanted to start her own!
With such grand ambitions, Miss Rona Muir, is putting on a face mask at home really the way to start a brand?
"Finally, you're back! I'm starving." Rona Muir yelled as soon as she saw Cici walk in. "Hey, hey, hey—Cecilia Gu, did you even hear what I said?"
Cici tossed the fruit in her hand over. "How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Yun Xi, not Cecilia Gu!"
"But calling you Cecilia Gu just rolls off the tongue." Rona grabbed the fruit and took a big bite, mumbling, "Why fuss over it? You're still Cici either way."
Cici shook her head helplessly. "I'm going to the airport tomorrow to see Max Mo off. Want to come?"
"Nope." Rona replied flatly, without hesitation.
"You got a problem with him?" Cici leaned against the doorframe and started boiling noodles for Rona.
"It's not that I have a problem with him—he's just way too slow. Whatever, I’m not getting involved in your drama. I’ve got class tomorrow, so you go and come back early." Rona waved her hand, munching on fruit. "I’m serious about starting my own cosmetics brand!"
Cici shook her head helplessly. Once the noodles were cooked, the two of them each had a bowl and happily polished them off.
The next morning, Cici took leave from work to go to the airport and see Max Mo off.
"Sorry, I'm late." Cici hurried over. "There was a traffic jam just now."
Max Mo looked at Cici with obvious reluctance, his blue eyes growing even softer. "It's fine. I'm just glad you came."
A gentle announcement sounded over the PA system. Max Mo hesitated, then stepped forward and hugged Cici lightly. "Cici, if I come back and meet your expectations, will you come home with me?"
Cici didn't answer. She simply patted Max Mo on the back and said, "It's been ages since I've seen Uncle Morris and Aunt Linda. If I get the chance, I'll visit them!"
A soft sigh escaped Max Mo's heart.
Cici, what do I have to do to make you look at me?
Back when Charles Yin was around, you never saw me.
Why is it that even now, without him, you still can't see me...