My Youth Began With Him

”Someone who looks like me?” Huo Mian was completely surprised by this question.

”Yeah, have you seen anyone like that?”

”Does Cotton Candy count?” Huo Mian chuckled.

Cotton Candy used to be an artist under Su Yu’s company. She was quite popular for a while until she began dating a rich entrepreneur. She had now faded out of the entertainment industry.

The only reason Su Yu took notice of her and decided to help her to fame was that her name was similar to Huo Mian’s. Once Cotton Candy found out that Su Yu was in love with Huo Mian, she got plastic surgery to look more like the latter.

Plastic surgery made her prettier, but she still couldn’t be compared to Huo Mian.

”No, someone who really looks like you. Do you recall seeing anyone like that?” Qin Chu asked in all seriousness.

”I don’t think so… I’m not that pretty, so who would get plastic surgery to look like me? Even Yan, my own sister, looks nothing like me… Why do you ask?”

”Nothing, I saw someone today who really looked like you from behind.”

”Oh, that’s why you’re asking? That’s normal.” Huo Mian then gently pecked Qin Chu on the lips. She turned towards the door. ”I’m going downstairs to check on the kids.”

As soon as she walked out the door, Gao Ran called Qin Chu. The latter asked anxiously, ”So? Did you find her?”

”Bro, I looked for her high and low but seriously, I didn’t find anyone who looked like Huo Mian, not even 30%. Are you sure you saw right?” Gao Ran had gone through countless photos of women, but he didn’t find anyone who had features similar to Huo Mian’s.

”Okay, I got it.” Then, Qin Chu hung up. He frowned; it seemed like things were now more complicated than ever.

- Mumbai, India -

Lu Yan, dressed in a long Indian dress and wrap, walked carefully on the streets. She was really in trouble this time; aside from having to constantly run away from Ian, she also had to worry about those assassins who were out for the 1 billion dollar reward they might receive if they caught her.

After leaving Moscow, she and Qiao Fei went to Tanzania before making their way to Africa, Australia, Nepal, and finally, India.

India had a lot of people, so it was easier to hide here. However, Mumbai was dirty and smelly, so she had mixed feelings about this city.

After buying some snacks, Lu Yan was heading back to their hiding spot when she saw two Indian men blocking the end of the alley she was walking in. Unwilling to cause trouble and reveal her identity, she turned around to leave the alley but saw two other men blocking her way out.

It seemed like they had her surrounded.

”Haha, she’s so milky… She’s not from here, let’s have our fun with her,” one of the men said in Hindi.

”I’m in a good mood today, and I don’t want to kill anyone. 10 seconds, get out of my face,” Lu Yan replied in perfect Hindi.

”Oh, look at that, she knows our language. This foreigner isn’t bad,” one of the men exclaimed.

”We don’t want to hurt you, just be obedient and take off your clothes.” The Indian men seemed determined to devour Lu Yan.

”F*ck, they really want me to kill them…” Lu Yan sighed and placed the food down on the ground. She mumbled to herself as she waved her fists in the air; it had been a while since she last fought with anyone with just her bare hands.

”What is she saying?” The Indian men listened, looking confused.