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The apartment was silent.

Soft light fell on the wool carpet, and the air was filled with a faint scent of wood.

Mo Xiangwan swallowed hard, looking at Su Yu with her head bowed, feeling inexplicably tense.

”Yu, don’t let your mind wander, I think you’re just being too sensitive.”

She paused and added, ”You don’t need to worry. Since Tang Song has actively participated in the event, there won’t be any changes. On December 25th, he will definitely be there in front of you, celebrating your birthday with you.”

She was well aware that Su Yu had psychological problems.

She was worried that Su Yu would act impulsively due to groundless speculation.

”I know, that’s not what I’m worried about.” Su Yu shook her head, her slender fingers unconsciously strumming the strings.

Mo Xiangwan remained silent for a long time before whispering, ”Miss Ouyang is very close to you and appreciates you. I think she will certainly consider your position and feelings.”

Su Yu slowly raised her head, with a hint of depth in her eyes, ”This doesn’t conflict, does it?”

Mo Xiangwan pressed her lips together and ultimately said nothing more.

Su Yu stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The night breeze brushed against the sheer curtains, lifting her long, seaweed-like hair.

Gazing down at the countless lights below, her expression gradually calmed.

She certainly wasn’t ”letting her mind wander.”

This intuition was a conclusion based on observation and deduction.

Over the years, she had analyzed the behaviors, habits, and speech of all the women around Tang Song.

She dissected them like a character script.

Take Liu Qingning, for example. If she wanted to, she could mimic Qingning with over eighty percent likeness, making Tang Song feel the charm of first love.

As for Jin Meixiao, not to mention, her award-winning drama ”Gazing into the Abyss” was a secondary creation based on that woman.

That was her most daring attempt to win back Tang Song’s love.

Even ”friend” and ”mentor” Ouyang Xianyue had been carefully analyzed by her.

From the first meeting in 2017, she instinctively regarded that elegant top-class lady as a potential ”love rival.”

Because when Ouyang Xianyue looked at Tang Song, it was never just simple admiration or concern.

There was a repressed emotional warmth.

As the actress carefully groomed by Tang Song, she had an instinctive observational acuity and sensitivity in this area carved into her bones.

She surpassed most psychologists.

But the past Tang Song wouldn’t respond, nor let such feelings blossom.

It’s different now.

For the past few days since meeting Tang Song in Rong City, she’s been worried.

Ouyang Xianyue’s strange behavior also indirectly confirmed her suspicions.

Su Yu took a deep breath, her eyes deep.

Feeling both fear and worry, and a trace of sickly excitement.

The fear lay in the exceptional nature of Ouyang Xianyue’s status.

Her family background, wisdom, and vision were all remarkable.

If her private desires and possessiveness continue to grow and evolve, it might lead to unpredictable changes.

But simultaneously, the one who would be more worried and intolerant of this situation was undoubtedly Jin Meixiao.

The ”Female Demon” who dominates everything was the enemy of them all.

Her greatest fear was never having one more ”love rival.”

She feared that Tang Song and Jin Meixiao would truly marry.

If that woman legitimately became his ”wife,” what awaited her might be an unbearable consequence...

The more chaotic the situation, the more advantageous it would be for her.

She wasn’t in a hurry.

She knew that Ouyang Xianyue’s current silence

was not attempting to ”sneakily” win over Tang Song.

On the contrary, that lady was too clever.

She must be waiting for a sufficiently safe moment.

A chance where no one could criticize, not causing a clash with Jin Meixiao or herself, and smoothly intervening.

Since that’s the case, let’s give her this opportunity.

Su Yu smiled gently.

She reached out, picked up the red wine nearby, and took a sip.

The deep red liquid spread across her lips, highlighting her fuller lip color.

Like poppies blooming in the night.

”Sister Xiangwan, help me adjust the schedule. Cancel all events next week. Before going to Yan City, I’d like to visit Shen City and meet Sister Ouyang; we haven’t seen each other for a while.

”...Yu.” Mo Xiangwan instinctively frowned, her voice carrying a hint of worry.

”Don’t worry.” Su Yu gently swirled the wine glass in her hand, ”I won’t actually do anything impulsive; I’ll just scare her a little. I know her better than you do.”

”Alright.” Mo Xiangwan sighed softly.

Fundamentally, she and Su Yu were one; whether in interests or emotions.

She would naturally support all her decisions.

The air became silent at this moment.

Outside the night, the city lights fragmented into countless spots on the glass curtain wall.

Reflected in Su Yu’s deep amber eyes.

...

Monday, December 4, 2023.

In the early morning, before dawn, the air was damp and cold.

Cheng Qiuyu woke up on her small single bed, surprisingly rested.

The dimly lit room had walls covered in posters of Su Yu from various periods;

the bookshelf on the desk neatly displayed albums and portraits.

She rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, and immediately reached for the phone by her pillow.

The screen lit up, and a WhatsApp message quietly waited at the top—

[Tang Song: ”(´▽`)ﾉ Good morning, QQ.”]