Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 471: Like

An Yin, who had escaped from the box office door, stood at the corner of the wall, patting her chest with one hand continuously until she calmed down, only to realize that her actions were a bit too loud and flamboyant.

Since she had already run out, An Yin didn’t feel it was right to go back immediately.

When she stood at the box office door looking perplexed, an Attendant in the hallway immediately stepped forward, nodded respectfully, and said, "Miss, do you need anything?"

A woman’s voice startled An Yin, causing her to jerk her head up and meet the other person’s gaze, "No, no." To verify her words, she raised her hands and waved them, repeatedly denying.

"If you need anything, feel free to call us anytime." The Attendant always wore a standard smile at the corners of his mouth, making one feel very warm.

"Okay, thank you." An Yin replied cautiously.

The Attendant smiled back, stepped back to his position, and continued his duty.

In the carpeted corridor, the lanterns above were like a dragon spiraling above, giving a spectacular and brilliant feeling. On both sides of the walls, there were beautiful landscape paintings hanging, creating a leisurely feeling of being immersed in a picturesque realm.

Seeing Attendants on both sides, An Yin could only slowly walk down the corridor.

However, she ignored the size of this establishment, and after circling around a bit, she found herself lost.

The hall’s scenery was very serene.

Screen after screen isolated different sceneries, and with every few steps, a different cultural atmosphere could be seen.

An Yin walked and walked, momentarily forgetting the time.

Uncle Ma came out from the direction of the kitchen, holding some pastries from the store, intending to go upstairs to meet Mr. Meng. As he passed the hall, he saw a thin figure standing at the center, a young girl who seemed to be in her prime.

From his perspective, he could only see the girl’s profile, but somehow, upon seeing her figure, Uncle Ma immediately thought of Mr. Meng’s paintings.

The young girl before him, her silhouette bore a striking resemblance to the beauties in Mr. Meng’s paintings!

Uncle Ma’s footsteps slowed, and he couldn’t help but look at the other person.

An Yin stared at the screen as thin as a cicada’s wings for a long time, her eyes a bit sore. When she withdrew her gaze, she turned reluctantly, intending to return to the box.

As she raised her head, she just met with a pair of astonished eyes. The person appeared somewhat old, and from his eyes, An Yin saw disbelief. An Yin was sure she didn’t know him.

Panicked, she took a step to leave, at which moment, the old man slowly walked towards her.

"L-little girl, hello!" Uncle Ma’s voice was slightly trembling, a hint of excitement in his eyes. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

An Yin looked around, seeing many Attendants standing, and in the eyes of so many, the other person didn’t seem like a bad guy. She hid her fear, looked at him, and stammered, "Hel-hello."

The young girl’s gaze was bright, and on her exquisite, beautiful face was a hint of confusion. It was clear that his abruptness had startled her, and Uncle Ma struggled to control his emotions, a flood of indescribable complex feelings washing over him.

He was well aware that there were too many people in the world with similar appearances, but he still couldn’t calm down for a long time.

"Do you have anything to ask?" An Yin noticed that his gaze was always on her, with a weird look, which made her inevitably alert.

The young girl’s eyebrows below her forehead were like willow leaves, arched with a smile, exuding brilliance like spring. Her skin was fairer than snow, further highlighted by her dark hair, with a hint of blush on her cheeks, making her look radiant.

For a split second, Uncle Ma seemed to see someone’s shadow.

Faced with the young girl’s questioning, he stammered, "I-I want to go to the restroom but don’t know the way..." Uncle Ma casually made up a lie.

Huh?

An Yin raised her head at this moment, pointing to the sign on the wall, "Just follow that arrow and you’ll find the restroom."

Uncle Ma glanced idly at the distant sign, a shrewd look flashing in his eyes, "Young lady, I’m carrying things in my hands, and it’s inconvenient to go to the restroom. Could you hold these things for me? I’ll be back shortly."

Uncle Ma looked at his own hands helplessly; at this moment, he was holding packed pastries.

An Yin looked at the Attendant not far away, clearly she just needed to speak and find an Attendant to help, but seeing the earnest look in the old man’s eyes, she couldn’t bear it, "Alright then."

After saying that, she took the bag handed over by the other person.

"Thank you, young lady." Uncle Ma looked at her pure and adorable appearance and pulled a warm smile on his usually serious face.

"You’re welcome."

An Yin’s voice was soft and beautiful, reminiscent of chirping birds, melodious and moving.

Uncle Ma’s back was somewhat hunched, his dim eyes leaving the young girl, and then he stepped towards the restroom.

An Yin stood in place waiting, recalling the old man’s gaze earlier, and couldn’t help feeling he was really strange, as if he had been sizing her up all along.

From a distance, Uncle Ma did not go to the restroom but stood in the shadows, observing the young girl’s every move.

Previously, Mr. Meng had said he seemed to have seen a familiar person, referring to this young lady!

The young lady was really too similar to Mr. Meng’s beloved!

Uncle Ma studied the young girl’s features seriously. How did he feel that her high nose and those thin lips bore some resemblance to Mr. Meng?

Could it be that he was mistaken? Uncle Ma sighed and exhaled a breath.

What was he thinking just now? How could there be a young girl who looked so much like Mr. Meng’s beloved, and even had some resemblance to Mr. Meng himself, it was simply wishful thinking.

After staying in the corner for quite a while, Uncle Ma walked towards the young girl, a face full of sadness.

An Yin saw the old man arriving slowly, her clear eyes resting on him, "You’re back."

"Hmm," Uncle Ma nodded, and seeing the things the young girl was handing back, he shook his head solemnly, "Young lady, why don’t you take these pastries."

"How can that be, I can’t take them." An Yin reached out her hand, extended to him, her face full of alarm as she refused.

"This..." Uncle Ma hesitated as he looked at her, "I’ve got a bit of indigestion and can’t eat these things for now. If you don’t take them, they will go to waste."

Seeing the old man’s distressed look, An Yin frowned deeply, muttering, "You could take them home for your family to eat."

"I am a lonely old man, where would I find family." A dull pain passed through Uncle Ma’s heart.

"I’m sorry, I..."

"It’s okay." Uncle Ma saw the young girl looking apologetic and timely said, "You helped me earlier, consider these as a thank-you gift. Young lady, you go ahead and keep them."

Hearing his sincere words, An Yin found it hard to reject the old man’s good intentions, "Thank you, then I accept them."