All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Chapter Twenty-One: A Warm Embrace

After the overwhelming fear, my thoughts and actions became sluggish and numb. I watched blankly as Stan Wallace roughly dressed Randolph Wallace, then left him there to make a call to the property management.It turned out that not only me, but Stan Wallace had also communicated with the property management early on about keeping an eye on Randolph Wallace."He came with his household registration book and ID, claiming to be the owner's father. We couldn't stop him," the property manager explained at the door. "I tried to call that young lady, to warn her, but she left too quickly and didn't hear me."I listened in a daze, finally understanding why my mother said it would be easy for Randolph Wallace to find me. We were listed on the same household registration, so if Randolph Wallace reported to the police, even they would help him find me."I just want you to help me get this person out of here," Stan Wallace said, blocking the doorway. With that, he grabbed Randolph Wallace by

Chapter 22: Chapter Twenty-Two: Want to Stay Away from Me?

Stan Wallace ate quickly, a stark contrast to the deliberate and composed manner I first saw him with. Yet, his table manners were still elegant, exuding grace that made the food look even more appetizing.The recent events left me somewhat shaken, and I should have had no appetite. But seeing Stan Wallace enjoying his meal, I suddenly felt hungry too.The noodles Stan Wallace made were truly delicious, the best thing I've eaten in the past three years. The aroma of scallions and oil was irresistible.I ate like someone who had been starving, my eyes watering and swelling from the intensity of the experience.After finishing his meal, Stan Wallace went to the window to make a phone call. I washed the used dishes, drank the ginger sugar water with my medicine, and then went to the wardrobe to fetch a blanket, putting on a fresh cover before taking it to the sofa.During this, Stan Wallace glanced at me but didn't object. So, I returned to the bedroom and brought out my pillow and a

Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty-Three: Your Sister Seems Very Afraid of You

The floor was not as comfortable as the lazy sofa in the room, nor as soft as the carpet in the living room. Although it wasn't cold, lying there for a while made my back ache."Oh." I quickly wrapped myself in the blanket and climbed onto the bed. Once Stan Wallace turned off the light and lay down on the other side, I gathered my courage, turned around, and grabbed the hem of his shirt.Even though it was the smallest bedroom, the bed was still a double. I stretched out my arm and had to move closer to Stan Wallace's side just to reach him.In the past month, Stan Wallace and I had communicated more than we had in the previous three years, but most of the time, we were still silent.This silence did not make me feel awkward, anxious, or uncomfortable. On the contrary, it made me feel very calm and peaceful.Letting out a long breath, I rubbed my face against the soft pillow.The fever reducer had started to work, and under the thin blanket, I broke into a sweat, feeling much be

Chapter 24: Chapter Twenty-Four: As If I Were the Lowest Scum in the World

After the two-hour flight, Murphy Dewar headed straight for the smoking room to have a cigarette before even leaving the airport. He Su and her assistant, Dana, walked together towards the restroom.Stan Wallace's face looked pale; he often skipped meals when busy, leading to occasional hypoglycemia. I guessed he was experiencing an old symptom again. I just happened to have some candy on me. As I reached into my pocket to grab a piece of hard candy to give him, He Su suddenly turned back and pulled me along, saying, "Your brother has been working on his project throughout the flight. Let him have some peace."I curled my fingers, feeling oddly stung by her words, but my inherent sense of inferiority in front of her made me keep quiet. She dragged me along without waiting for a response, still smiling warmly as we walked. But once we were out of sight, she let go of my hand, her expression turning serious. "Your mother looks very ill. Is it right for you to be here with us, ignorin

Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty-Five: The Child, Shy and Praise-Intolerant

I didn't have much luggage. When I left, Stan Wallace had mentioned that we might be staying for a while, so I brought all the clothes from my temporary lodging, which fit into just one backpack.Taking advantage of the moment when Daina was retouching her makeup, I stood by the window and looked down from the 27th floor. The people on the beach appeared as small as the palm of my hand, leisurely enjoying the sun and their vacation."Sis, we're going to a meeting at Mr. Fitch's company. Do you... want to come along?" Daina, now in a crisp professional outfit, with a meticulously made-up face and an ultra-thin Apple laptop tucked under her arm, asked me tentatively.The way she used the word "come" was clever, clearly indicating that she had overheard my conversation with Florence Bobby.Before coming, Stan Wallace had briefed me on what I should do, such as taking meeting notes and helping to prepare documents. I wasn't there to be idle.However, the hesitant tone and the look of

Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty-Six: Afraid of Me

The following is the translation of the provided Chinese novel excerpt, maintaining the original style and meaning:I joined in for the rest of the meeting, which ended around 10 PM. Dinner was a simple affair in the room, but I didn't have much of an appetite and only picked at a few strands of spaghetti."With these summaries, the next steps will be much easier. Tomorrow, we'll go to the site with their team for an inspection, and if everything checks out, we can start on the design plans," Murphy Dewar said, stretching as he stood up. "Getting old, can't keep up. I'm heading back to my room."As he hurried to the door, Murphy Dewar suddenly stopped and turned to Stan Wallace, "Don't forget to bring Gloria Kit along tomorrow.""Sure," Stan Wallace replied with a smile.With the door closing, it left just the four of us—Stan Wallace, Florence Bobby, Katherine Hardy, and me—in the presidential suite.Katherine Hardy and I began organizing the scattered documents on the table, als

Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty-Seven: Drunk?

My translation of the provided Chinese novel excerpt, while maintaining the original style and nuances, is as follows:The hotel where Stan Wallace and I were to stay was just across the street from the one arranged by President Wang. It turned out to be owned by Trista Fowler's family; he really was a rich second-generation heir.Trista Fowler, along with Ken Sheridan, escorted us to our room to drop off our belongings. As soon as the door opened, he urged, “Quickly put your things down and come eat. We’ve been waiting for you, and we haven't had dinner yet.”It was a double bed room, and the decor was quite different from the previous one. The former was elegant, while this one was more avant-garde, better suited for young people.Stan Wallace placed the small suitcase by the door and hung my backpack in the closet.I stared at Trista Fowler, dumbfounded. He seemed to have completely forgotten about me and hadn't prepared another room. “Um, brother, where is my room?”Trista Fo

Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty-Eight: Inch Forward and Nudge a Bit

I thought alcohol was a good thing, capable of doubling the feeling of happiness, so I greedily wanted more. But when it slyly amplified my sorrow, it caught me off guard and stripped away my ability to fight back.I can't remember at which point the tears started, but as Stan Wallace supported me, my feet unsteady, I found myself slumped on the bed, vaguely hearing my own sobs.Apart from the oppressive sensation of my heart being squeezed, my voice seemed distant, almost unreal.Stan Wallace remained silent, not telling me to stop crying, only opening his palm to wipe away my tears.Greedily, I cupped his face with both hands, not letting him go, and nuzzled my cheek into the warmth of his palm."Brother." The room was dark, lit only by the cold white moonlight, allowing me to see Stan Wallace, who was squatting in front of me. Through a layer of mist, I couldn't make out his eyes clearly."Mm," Stan Wallace responded, "Are you uncomfortable? Dizzy?"Indeed, I felt both uncomf

Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Nine: I Will Not Leave

The central air conditioning in the room maintained a comfortable temperature, yet the sunlight was glaring, making my eyelids feel scorched.The moment my consciousness began to clear, the first thing that came to mind was that I still had to go to the site for an inspection today. I jolted upright from the bed, and the shadow cast on the bed made my head appear twice its size, with my hair sticking out wildly from sleep.My temples throbbed, and I turned my head to rub them, habitually calling out, "Brother?""Here." A faint sound came from the bathroom, and Stan Wallace appeared, a towel draped over his head, looking like he had just taken a shower. The brown T-shirt he wore was damp with water marks."Brother, did you not sleep well last night?"Stan Wallace's skin is very fair, so even the slightest hint of dark circles under his eyes can be easily spotted in the sunlight.He looked at me silently for a while, his jawline taut, before finally letting out a soft sigh, "Go and

Chapter 30: Chapter Thirty: Drink with Those You Love

Making this decision wasn't easy. The sunlight stung my eyes, making me feel as if I might burst into tears at any moment.I averted my gaze when Stan Wallace turned to look at me, and with a smile, I said, "I like it here."Time cunningly slowed down, stretching a second of silence into what felt like an eternity.The beach, which had just made me feel comfortable, now seemed to be reshaped by the scorching flames. I felt as though I was in a desert, sweating profusely, my mouth parched.It felt like I was on the brink of death, my heart pounding wildly.If my heart were calm, I would only feel relief right now.Letting go of Stan Wallace also meant freeing myself.But I was greedy, filled with desires and distractions.My rational mind hoped that Stan Wallace would agree to my departure with the same indifference and coldness as before, while my desires urged me to beg him to keep me.Even though I knew that Stan Wallace's kindness toward me was merely out of a sense of duty

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