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Mu Ran had no idea that she had already become the hair trendsetter of the imperial capital. At the banquet, countless media outlets captured Mu Ran from every angle as she posed in her dark green gown. The most striking feature was the woman's avant-garde hairstyle. Because various media outlets were racing to post their photos first, they directly uploaded raw, unedited images of Mu Ran to Weibo without any retouching whatsoever.

In the photos, the woman's skin was even fairer than fresh winter snow. Her jet-black straight hair cascaded down her back, with two sharp jaw-length strands framing her cheeks, making her already delicate face appear even more refined and petite. Her voluptuous figure stood in stark contrast to the bony-thin actresses prevalent in the industry. All in all, at the SY gala, Mu Ran was the most radiant pearl of them all.

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"The higher you rise, the harder you fall."

Gu Beicheng draped his suit jacket over the woman's shoulders, his brows slightly furrowed, his voice a little tense. He looked at the obedient, gentle little woman before him with disapproval, then lifted her by the waist and sat down with her on the sofa in the deck lounge area.

"Ranran, I won't allow you to say such things. You should stand at the highest position, shoulder to shoulder with me—or rather, I should bow down and pledge my allegiance to you."

The man leaned back on the sofa, holding Mu Ran like a princess, encircling her entirely within his embrace. His large hand gripped the woman's soft waist as he lowered his head and kissed her tender pink lips with fervent intensity.

"You have me for everything. Don't worry."

"Mhm!"

Mu Ran raised both arms, tightly wrapping them around the man's neck, even pulling downward with slight force. She used every kissing technique she had ever learned to passionately reciprocate the man's advances. After five minutes of lingering passion, Mu Ran found herself overwhelmed. She patted Gu Beicheng's chest, signaling for him to let her go. But the current Gu Beicheng was completely immersed in the joy of the woman's initiative moments ago, frantically claiming the sweet territory that belonged to him, with no spare attention for the woman's struggles. Her pats felt like nothing more than a gentle tickle to him.

Ten minutes later, Gu Beicheng raised his head with satisfaction, his hot masculine presence washing over the teary-eyed little woman in his arms. He reached out, his long fingers gently rubbing her slightly swollen lips. "You are my princess, and I will always protect you." The man's eyes narrowed, a hint of arrogance surfacing. "Ranran, you belong to me, don't you?"

"No, I don't."

Mu Ran let out a cold snort, wiping the glistening dampness from the corner of her lips, her gaze cool and indifferent. "You almost suffocated me!"

"Ranran, you don't belong to me?" The man seemed not to have heard the woman's complaint; his mind was entirely consumed by Mu Ran's words, "No, I don't."

"Don't you love me?" Gu Beicheng straightened the woman's body, his large hand firmly gripping her waist. He couldn't let her go. She couldn't possibly not love him!

"Ease up a little, you're hurting me." Mu Ran scolded softly, her fox-like eyes narrowing with displeasure and irritation in her tone. What was wrong with Gu Beicheng? Of course she loved him. If she didn't love him, why would she be with him?

Apart from Mu Ran's people, there was no one else on the deck. The ambiguous, amorous atmosphere between Mu Ran and Gu Beicheng gradually dissipated.

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Gradually, a somber air filled the space between them. Mu Ran and Gu Beicheng stared at each other, both with lips tightly pressed. She remained silent; he said nothing. Eventually, Mu Ran's composure broke, and she let out a "pfft" laugh. "Beibei, your persona has completely collapsed with me! Look at you right now—you're like a little bitter wife."

Mu Ran, utterly unbothered, laughed as she collapsed into the man's arms. The man, who had been glowering, took the opportunity to squeeze the woman's soft little face, a smile gradually surfacing at the corners of his lips. "I don't need a persona in front of you."

He had indeed been angry just now—angry at the woman's attitude. But he didn't dare show too much anger, worried that his cold, gloomy aura might frighten the little woman, Mu Ran. However, Gu Beicheng was truly overthinking things. Ever since Mu Ran had been reborn, there wasn't much she feared.

"Beibei, I like you, and I love you." Mu Ran sat up, facing the man with grave seriousness, her slender, tender hands cupping his handsome face. "I know you're afraid of losing me. Don't worry, I will never leave. But if you ever cross my boundaries, I will leave without hesitation."

She knew what Gu Beicheng was worried about. But she didn't understand why a man who was the president of the mighty Chengxing Group, someone who could command the entire imperial capital, would carry a hint of humility when it came to matters of the heart. More precisely, he exhibited a state of obsessive, sickly possessiveness.

Absolutely not! The persona Gu Beicheng held in her heart must always, forever, be that of a dominant, overbearing president!

"Ranran, would you like to hear my story?"

Mu Ran's eyes sparkled with light as she softly assented to the man. The night sea breeze was chilly, so she burrowed into the man's embrace, her small face pressed against his rising and falling chest. "Go on."

"Alright." Gu Beicheng held the soft, fragrant, boneless woman tightly in his arms, lowering his head to kiss the peach-blossom tattoo at the end of her brow. "Gu Xiao and I aren't biological brothers, but I treat him as my closest, dearest family. He's always been erratic in temperament and loves stirring up trouble, and I've indulged him, because I know he feels unbalanced inside—he's constantly trying to compete with me in everything."

Mu Ran's fair arms hugged the man's lean waist tightly, her plump, rounded lips parting slightly. "He's not a bad person, but he's just hard to warm up to."

"Heh, if you don't like him, then don't. If one day you're unhappy, I'll bring him to your side and let you take it out on him however you please." Gu Beicheng stroked the little woman's hair and thoughtfully pulled her clothes tighter around her. He was about to continue sharing his past when he was interrupted by an uninvited guest.

"Hey, big brother, no matter how much you dislike me, you can't just let anyone trample all over me!" Gu Xiao had originally planned to come to the deck for a smoke and ponder life. The moment he lit his cigarette, he overheard Gu Beicheng's words.

"She's not an outsider." Gu Beicheng's starlike eyes were as deep as the sea, a storm brewing beneath them. This Gu Xiao truly had no sense of timing. He and his Ranran were having a tender moment here—what was he doing butting in?

"No, it's not about outsider or not—it's about what standing I actually have in your heart. Is it really that low?" Gu Xiao tossed his cigarette aside carelessly and walked over to the pair with indignation. At that moment, Gu Xiao resembled a big abandoned dog—morose, furious, and carrying a hint of hurt.

"Have I told you not to litter? Pick it up." Gu Beicheng's languid voice wrapped around Gu Xiao, whose figure stiffened. He turned around cursing under his breath, bent down, picked up the cigarette that hadn't even been lit yet, then shoved it into his pocket.

"Gu Beicheng, I may be inferior to you in every way, have no standing in the Gu family, and have no inheritance, but you can't bully me like that!" Gu Xiao stood before the pair, his wild eyes full of accusation. He was jealous of Gu Beicheng—jealous that Grandpa had handed the entire Chengxing Group to him. Meanwhile, he himself held no title or position whatsoever. Even the small Chengxing Pictures was clutched tightly in Shen Mubai's hands. He had no place at all! At least he was still an adopted son of the Gu family...

"Are you even listening to me?" Gu Xiao continued forward, his lower body nearly brushing against Gu Beicheng's face.

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"Take one more step forward, and see what happens." Gu Beicheng's gaze, which had been fixed on Mu Ran, finally landed on Gu Xiao. His eyes narrowed, radiating a sinister, icy glint, and his voice was bone-chillingly cold. "I've told you before—you're not worthy yet."

"Me! Not worthy!" Gu Xiao pointed a finger at himself, his voice trembling between disbelief and clenched teeth. Why wasn't he worthy?! Over the years, he hadn't done less than Gu Beicheng! The tasks Grandpa assigned him, the business collaborations, he had completed them all flawlessly. Though he was far from matching the cold, ruthless man before him, he had still achieved a fair measure of success!

"Maybe you'd like to sit down and talk?" Mu Ran, who had been quietly smiling at the scene, couldn't help but tease the man, who looked so furious his legs were about to give out.

"Sure, thanks." Without a trace of hesitation, Gu Xiao plopped down with a "thump" right between Mu Ran and Gu Beicheng.

"Gu Beicheng, tell me—when are you going to let me into Chengxing! I don't want to direct films anymore!"

Gu Beicheng stood up, stepped past the man, pulled Mu Ran to her feet, and wrapped her in his arms, his thin lips pressed into a firm line. "You don't want to direct because all the films you make are garbage. If it weren't for Chengxing backing you financially and promoting you, do you think you'd be where you are now?"

"Then what do you want me to do! I told you I wanted to be an actor! But you refused to let me! What's wrong with being an actor!"

"Right, what's wrong with being an actor?" Gu Xiao and Mu Ran looked at Gu Beicheng in unison.

"There's nothing wrong with being an actor. He's just not suited for it." Gu Beicheng's heart tightened, and his words came out a little rushed.

"Has there ever been anything you wanted to do that I didn't support? Huh? Gu Xiao?" Gu Beicheng's dark eyes locked onto Gu Xiao's self-righteous face, his own expression tinged with helplessness. This brother of his—he just couldn't figure him out.

When Gu Xiao was eighteen, he had a sudden whim to go to South Korea and become an idol trainee. He didn't even last a month before calling Gu Beicheng to come pick him up. In that single month, Gu Xiao had gained over ten pounds—anyone would have thought he'd gone abroad for a postpartum retreat.

When Gu Xiao was twenty, he came up with a novel idea—he wanted to be an actor. Gu Beicheng, worried that Gu Xiao might face mistreatment if he signed with another company, rapidly developed the subsidiary Chengxing Pictures specifically to promote Gu Xiao. And yet, Gu Xiao still failed to live up to expectations. His acting was so bad that even Gu Beicheng, an outsider to the craft, shook his head watching him.

When Gu Xiao was twenty-one, a new food trend suddenly appeared in the imperial capital—a delicacy called luosifen, river snail rice noodles. Gu Xiao saw a business opportunity and asked Gu Beicheng to provide the capital while he supplied the effort, building a luosifen food processing factory. Although luosifen was wildly popular among consumers, old Master Gu simply couldn't stand the pungent smell. As long as the old man was home, the reeking Gu Xiao had to get out of the house. With no home to return to, Gu Xiao was forced to part with his beloved venture and sell the factory. But at the same time, he reaped his first pot of gold.

When Gu Xiao was twenty-three, Gu Beicheng sent him to the countryside to experience life. After that, Gu Xiao's horizons broadened considerably, and he voluntarily offered to teach in rural areas for two years. But within six months, the school principal kicked him out—because Gu Xiao's knowledge was too shallow, failing even to teach elementary school students properly.

When Gu Xiao was twenty-five, he finally settled down and threw himself into directing. Though all the films he produced over the years were terrible, they were at least watchable. Gu Beicheng decided to stop interfering.

"Who would've thought, Gu Xiao, that you've lived such a rich life!" Mu Ran genuinely admired Gu Xiao's never-say-die cockroach spirit. But he also owed much to his brother Gu Beicheng. Otherwise, who knows where Gu Xiao would be running wild right now.

"Of course! Although I'm not filthy rich now, I've still achieved a modicum of success—and I don't rely on my family anymore!" Gu Xiao raised his brows triumphantly and patted his chest with confidence. The look on his face was utterly childish.

"A modicum of success?" Mu Ran glanced sideways at Gu Beicheng beside her, just in time to catch the slight twitch at the corner of the man's mouth.