Chapter 1147 — The Plan Begins: "Oh? So that means Wei Zhao and Yaoyao have nothing between them?" An Liwen was overjoyed the instant he heard Su Taizao's words!
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"That has to be it. Their tent can comfortably sleep five, so if Wei Zhao really had something going on with all of them, why would he go off alone with Feng Xiaoxiao?" Su Taizao reasoned.
"Mmm, that makes sense! So it means my chances are still pretty good? Gu Mengyao doesn't actually like Wei Zhao — she's only using him as a shield?" An Liwen thought it over, then suddenly slapped his thigh. "That's it — I finally understand why that girl Shen Yushu calls Wei Zhao Brother Shield! They must be using him as a shield. In fact, none of them has anything to do with him at all!"
"Brother An, you're a genius — you've reasoned out something that brilliant, you could be a detective. You're the great detective Anlmes!" Su Taizao now found An Liwen's words thoroughly convincing too. "I said as much all along. However fierce Gu Pengzhan may be, there's no way he'd betroth his daughter to Wei Zhao while Wei Zhao already has a girlfriend — what, is he sick in the head? If Wei Zhao were some rich family's son, fine, but he's a lousy imperial guard. What's he got to be so cocky about?"
"Wonderful! Today's outing was well worth it! I believe that as long as I keep at it, I'll win Gu Mengyao's heart!" An Liwen was brimming with fighting spirit. "Now, let's set our plan in motion!"
"The plan? Now?" Su Taizao was taken aback. "But Yang Ganglou, the one who was supposed to carry it out, isn't here."
"He isn't here, but you are, aren't you? Can't you carry it out? The three of us drew up this plan, so you take his place," An Liwen ordered with a frown.
"Uh... but it's pitch dark out, and I'm a little scared to go by myself..." Su Taizao glanced outside the tent. Everything was black as ink; apart from the moonlight there was not a single lamp burning, and on this empty stretch of shore it was downright terrifying.
"Are you kidding me? You're the one playing the ghost! Other people are supposed to be afraid of you — and now you're the one who's scared? What have you got to be afraid of? The moment anyone lays eyes on you, they'll run for their lives!" An Liwen said venomously. "How can you be such a coward?"
"This... all right, then." Su Taizao could only nod and steel himself. Yang Ganglou wasn't here, and surely An Liwen couldn't be the one to play the ghost. In the plan, An Liwen was the one who would catch the ghost and play the hero saving the beauty — if he played the ghost, who would be left to save the beauty?
With that thought, Su Taizao had no choice but to tiptoe out of the tent and go get ready at the trunk of the car.
At this moment, inside the tent of Gu Mengyao, Shen Yushu, and Tang Zhi.
The three of them were applying facial masks. It was Tang Zhi's first time enjoying such a thing, and she felt a certain novelty and anticipation; she had never once used a facial mask before, and her family's circumstances had never allowed her to buy such luxuries.
"The cool feeling is so strange..." Tang Zhi touched her face beneath the mask and said curiously.
"It's not fair. You've never used a facial mask in your life, so why is your skin still so good? Sister Yaoyao and I do masks all the time, and we're only about the same as you..." Shen Yushu eyed Tang Zhi's face rather glumly, studying the strip of neck the mask did not cover.
"We're young now, so naturally you can't tell the difference... but once we're older, I won't be able to keep up with you two..." Tang Zhi smiled, though a trace of melancholy lurked in the smile.
"It's not too late now. If you start taking care of your skin with us from today on, I imagine you'll turn out just fine later," the young miss said hurriedly, sensing the loss in Tang Zhi's words.
"I..." Tang Zhi sighed faintly. "This stuff is expensive, isn't it... I... can't afford it."
Though she was a little embarrassed to say such things, she was not the sort to slap on a swollen face and pretend to be fat. No money was no money — so what if she was poor?