Nightfall cloaked Shanghai in darkness.
Inside a dual-tone Bentley Mulsanne, Wen Ruan sat in the back seat, lowering her phone and looking toward Su Yu, seated to her right.
Lowering her voice, she said, “I’ve already sent the photos to Tang Song.”
"Thank you, Wen Ruan."
Su Yu’s clear and lodious voice echoed softly in the car. "Sorry, you’ve been in Shanghai for so long, and I haven’t co to see you until now."
"You’re too polite." Wen Ruan responded, pressing her polished leather shoes lightly against the soft carpet, the friction producing a crisp sound. "I heard from Sister Xiangwan that you’ve been in Shenzhen. A superstar like you must be incredibly busy."
She still couldn’t quite figure out Su Yu’s intentions.
The mont they got in the car, they barely exchanged a few words before Su Yu took so selfies with her and then insisted she send them to Tang Song.
The entire sequence of actions felt oddly disconnected from Su Yu’s usual persona.
After a brief silence, Su Yu finally spoke softly, “You don’t have to use honorifics. Just call by my na.”
"Alright." Wen Ruan took a deep breath. "Actually… I’m your fan. Not a die-hard one, but I’ve liked you since 2017. I even collected your vinyl records and had your posters in my room."
Su Yu’s lips curled into a faint smile. "I’m really happy to be liked by you."
The car fell into silence once more.
Wen Ruan could tell that Su Yu wasn’t in a good state today—she seed preoccupied.
The city’s neon lights filtered through the car window, casting their glow into her translucent amber eyes.
Su Yu slowly closed her eyes, her delicate brows knitting slightly.
Wen Ruan gradually relaxed, leaning back against the plush seat, using her peripheral vision to steal glances at the superstar beside her.
Even as a woman, she had to admit that Su Yu possessed a breathtaking allure.
This was a face that could captivate both n and won.
A beauty so effortlessly stunning that it didn’t rely on any tricks—a true goddess-like presence.
Her delicate features, graceful curves, and misty, dreamlike aura were sothing that could only be appreciated up close.
No wonder she had managed to carve out a unique space in the entertainnt industry—her na had practically beco an adjective.
The Bentley Mulsanne slowly pulled into the Erald Lake Junhui Residences.
A chauffeur stepped forward, gently opening the back door.
Wen Ruan followed Su Yu—who had put on a mask and a baseball cap—out of the car.
They walked through the grand entrance hall, their heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and took the elevator straight to the 8th floor.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Assistant Cheng Xiaoxi quickly approached and pulled open the heavy doors to the apartnt.
Stepping inside, Wen Ruan instinctively glanced around, slightly tense.
This was an extrely spacious duplex.
The ceilings must have been at least seven ters high, with massive floor-to-ceiling windows, lavish crystal chandeliers, and exquisitely luxurious decor.
Everywhere she looked, there were high-end designer pieces, fine art, and antique ornants.
It was clear that this was a ho of impeccable taste.
Even just the interior design alone was worth a fortune.
"Have a seat."
Su Yu gestured for her to sit, taking one of the single-seater armchairs by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
An assistant quickly brought over a decanter of red wine and a set of fine glassware.
Wen Ruan’s gaze swept over the black bottle, and her heart gave a subtle jolt.
Was this… a 200,000-yuan bottle of Romanée-Conti?
Although she had worked in dia for years, this was her first ti drinking such an expensive wine.
Su Yu picked up the bottle, gracefully pouring a glass for each of them.
The deep red liquid swirled within the crystal glass, blooming like a rose in full bloom. Under the warm lighting, the wine refracted srizing hues.
Wen Ruan hurriedly took the glass with both hands, feeling a rush of excitent.
This was a drink poured by Su Yu herself!
In this world, how many people could say they had experienced sothing like this?
"Welco to my ho. It’s a pleasure to et you."
Su Yu lightly swirled her wine glass.
"Sa here. It’s an honor to et my idol."
"Clink—"
The sound of glasses gently colliding rang through the room.
As Wen Ruan took a sip, her eyes widened slightly.
The wine was rich and complex, its flavors layered and intricate, with an exceptionally smooth texture—truly intoxicating.
As they continued drinking, Su Yu began asking about her work at Xingyun International and Light and Shadow dia.
It was clear that she was paying close attention to these matters.
Wen Ruan answered calmly, though she couldn’t help but glance at Su Yu from ti to ti.
She still found it unbelievable—
At this very mont, she was sitting in Su Yu’s ho, drinking wine with her, chatting, and even being asked about her well-being.
It felt like a dream.
Objectively speaking, Su Yu was a true masterpiece.
Her thick, silky hair cascaded down, partially covering her slender, porcelain-like neck.
Her graceful figure reclined elegantly on the sofa, her long, delicate fingers perfectly intertwined with the wine glass.
She was effortlessly poised, exuding a natural air of control and nobility.
Wen Ruan had always prided herself on her own looks, but sitting across from a beauty like this, even she felt a little overshadowed.
Beautiful things were universally cherished.
Even though they were rivals, Wen Ruan couldn’t bring herself to dislike Su Yu.
In fact, she even wanted to kiss her.
Or maybe hug her and ruffle her like a cat.
Because right now, Su Yu really did resemble a regal feline—utterly irresistible.
"Ding-dong—"
A WeChat notification broke the silence.
Su Yu paused mid-sentence, her gaze locking onto Wen Ruan’s phone.
Wen Ruan glanced at the screen and smirked, turning it toward Su Yu.
Su Yu’s pink tongue flicked across her lips, and she leaned in slightly, peering at the screen with an intrigued expression.
【Tang Song: "Ruanruan, are you two still okay?"】
Wen Ruan chuckled softly.
"He knows we t. He’s probably worried we’ll start fighting and is sitting there restless."
"Huh…?"
Su Yu blinked in confusion, looking a little dazed.
"He… worries about things like that?"
Seeing her puzzled expression, Wen Ruan was also briefly stunned.
"Why wouldn’t he?"
His two girlfriends were eting in a different city—how could he not be on edge?
"It’s nothing."
Su Yu lowered her head slightly, her lips pressing together.
Wen Ruan took a quick photo of the wine bottle and sent a reply.
【Wen Ruan: "Drinking wine with Su Yu. She’s amazing—better than I expected."】
"Bzzzz—"
A new ssage popped up.
【Tang Song: "She really is amazing."】
Wen Ruan pouted sourly.
【Tang Song: "You’re amazing too. Having girlfriends like you two is my greatest fortune."】
This damn man!
How could he say sothing so shaless?!
Yet despite herself, Wen Ruan’s pout turned into a smile.
Wen Ruan passed her phone to Su Yu again, smirking.
“See? He’s trying to reassure us, haha.”
Su Yu’s gaze lingered on the chat, her eyes fixated on the words "girlfriends", a flicker of emotion surfacing in her irises. Latest content published on N0veI.Fiɾe
She stared at the screen for a long ti, until it eventually dimd and locked. Only then did she reluctantly lift her eyes.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just her good mood, but her posture beca more relaxed.
She curled her long, slender legs onto the sofa, resting her head against the back of the chair, and murmured, "I’ve known him for over six years. He was 19, and I was 20."
As she spoke, mories of their first eting surfaced in her mind.
A plain hoodie and jeans, a baseball cap and black-frad glasses, a single cherry blossom bud in his hand.
He had a fresh, youthful look, brimming with the energy of a young man, yet his deanor was incredibly composed and aloof.
Even though it was their first ti eting, it felt as though they had known each other forever.
She simply couldn’t bring herself to dislike him.
And so, their story began.
For her, Tang Song beca a spiritual pillar, more important than music itself.
When he disappeared from her life, her world beca barren and hollow.
At the ti, she was desperate. She provoked Jin ixiao, interfered with Liu Qingning’s career—all just to get his attention.
Even if he punished or scolded her, at least it would an he still cared.
But nothing.
Jin ixiao shut her out of the family office, personally warned and pressured her, and Tang Song never intervened.
To him, she seed utterly disposable—soone he could abandon at any ti.
That realization almost broke her.
She couldn’t accept it.
So now, her expectations were far lower.
"Six years?!"
Wen Ruan covered her mouth in shock, her eyes wide.
"Wait… that ans you t Tang Song right when he started university?"
She had imagined countless possibilities, but she never would have guessed they had known each other for so long.
"Mhm."
Su Yu fell silent for a mont, then suddenly said, "I love him. I love him very much. More than you can imagine."
She repeated the word "love" three tis, as if trying to etch it into reality.
Wen Ruan let out a breath, her gaze complicated.
"I’m sorry. When I t him, I didn’t know you existed. I never intended to be a third party or ruin anyone’s relationship. But now… I love him too. And I can’t leave him."
She admired Su Yu, but so things weren’t negotiable.
"Haha, you misunderstood."
Su Yu smiled, raising her wine glass toward Wen Ruan.
"Clink—"
The crisp sound of glass eting glass rang through the air.
Wen Ruan took a sip, then asked curiously, "I don’t get it. Why are you treating so well? Light and Shadow dia, the printing factory, a luxury ho… Honestly, when we first t, I thought you might slap . I an, I’m bigger than you, but I definitely wouldn’t have fought back."
"Pfft—"
Su Yu’s delicate, picture-perfect face broke into a dazzling smile.
She glanced up and down at Wen Ruan, her gaze landing on the clear muscle definition on her arms and thighs.
Yeah… she definitely wouldn’t win in a fight.
Feeling a little self-conscious, Wen Ruan squird in her seat, her face flushing slightly.
"Do you know Liu Qingning?"
Su Yu suddenly asked.
"No."
"She’s probably Tang Song’s true 'White Moonlight' and first love. He spent three years in Beijing because of her. He was indifferent to other won, but he was incredibly gentle with her. I was jealous of her."
Wen Ruan’s eyebrows furrowed as realization dawned.
"Oh… so it was her. I’ve heard about her from Tang Song’s forr colleagues in Beijing."
White Moonlight. First love.
Those two words were hard to ignore.
She knew exactly what a "White Moonlight" ant to a man.
"Mhm. Liu Qingning later moved to Shenzhen. But due to certain circumstances, she’s likely returning to Yan City soon… and planning to buy a house there."
Su Yu’s voice was calm, but her aning was clear.
"She wants to have a ho with Tang Song."
"Ah—!"
Wen Ruan inhaled sharply.
"She’s moving to Yan City?! Are you worried Tang Song will marry her?"
If that were the case, everything would make sense.
So that’s why Su Yu was being so nice to her—to unite against Tang Song’s "White Moonlight"?
"That’s part of it. But there’s sothing even more important."
Su Yu’s expression darkened, her aura growing icily ethereal.
"There’s a truly despicable woman—shaless, ruthless, and cunning. You need to be extrely careful. Sooner or later, she’ll co after you."
Wen Ruan felt a chill.
"Who is she?"
Su Yu leaned forward, locking eyes with Wen Ruan.
"Jin ixiao."
A long silence filled the room.
Wen Ruan stiffened, her face twitching.
"Su Yu… you’re joking, right? Haha. Great acting, no wonder you’re a film queen, haha…"
Jin ixiao & Tang Song? As a couple?
What kind of sick joke was this?!
But then, seeing Su Yu’s unwavering, icy gaze, her forced laughter slowly faded.
Her expression turned bitter.
"I… I don’t think I’m that important."
Then, a mory flashed in her mind—
The foreign trade scam incident with Jiang Yiran, where Director Jin personally intervened to solve the problem, making her owe a huge favor.
Thinking about it now… maybe it wasn’t so far-fetched after all.
Her stomach twisted into knots.
At first, she just wanted to find soone to marry.
How did she end up competing with Jin ixiao?!
Seeing Wen Ruan’s reaction, Su Yu’s lips curved slightly.
She gently patted Wen Ruan’s hair, smiling.
"Wen Ruan, if you can suppress Jin ixiao, I’ll call you 'big sis.'"
Wen Ruan’s eyelid twitched violently.
"You… want to suppress Jin ixiao? That’s like asking a demon boar to take down the Tang Monk and his disciples!"
"Hahaha! That’s a fun analogy."
Su Yu playfully pinched Wen Ruan’s toned upper arm, eyes gleaming with amusent.
"But I ant physically. You’re so strong—just pin her down next ti you see her, bully her a little, and I’ll call you 'big sis.' How about that?"
As if imagining Jin ixiao being humiliated, Su Yu’s mood visibly lifted.
She raised her glass, taking a deep sip, her eyes twinkling with excitent.
"I checked your social dia—you’re a total fitness junkie. You weigh 66kg.
Jin ixiao is about the sa height as you, but she only weighs 53kg.
You’re not even in the sa weight class. It should be effortless for you.
And don’t feel bad for her. She’s far from the noble person she pretends to be—her sches run terrifyingly deep."
Wen Ruan’s brain buzzed.
Su Yu… had so serious grudges.
The way she described Director Jin, she might as well be the evil queen from a fairy tale.
Was all of this… actually true?
"Riiing—"
A sudden phone call broke the tension.
Wen Ruan licked her lips and glanced at the screen.
It was her best friend, Jiang Yiran.
She gave Su Yu an apologetic smile, then answered.
"Hey, Yiran."
"Uh, I’m at a friend’s place drinking. I probably won’t be back until late."
【Wen Ruan: Video.video】
Tang Song clicked play.
The video began with a shot of the Bund at night, fild from a high vantage point by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Towering skyscrapers, Shanghai’s neon glow.
The Pudong skyline was illuminated, resembling a cascading river of stars.
The Huangpu River shimred, its rippling waves reflecting the city lights like a flowing galaxy.
Breathtaking.
Then, the cara panned left.
A graceful, ethereal figure entered the fra, moving into a fluid, elegant dance.
Her steps were light and enchanting, as if she blended seamlessly into the dazzling cityscape.
The white dress she wore fluttered gently with her movents, its sheer fabric drifting like moonlit mist.
Tiny crystals embedded in the gossar skirt sparkled subtly under the dim lighting.
Then, she raised her delicate arms, and the strapless white gown slowly slid down.
Su Yu, like a blooming white lotus, revealed an unparalleled beauty under the night sky.
Unfortunately, she was still wearing an underlayer.
Tang Song replayed the video several tis, savoring every mont, his breathing gradually turning heavier.
Taking a deep breath, he reached toward his left.
"Mmh—"
Lin Muxue’s sleepy eyes fluttered open.
A second later, she realized her nightgown had been pulled down.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Tang Song’s fingers pressed against her lips, silencing her.
"Keep it down. Qianqian is exhausted—she just fell asleep."
Lin Muxue nodded, stealing a glance at the sleeping beautician nearby.
A wave of embarrassnt surged through her.
Why does this feel like sneaking around?
But the thought only made her heart race even more.
She let out a soft whimper, bit down on Tang Song’s fingers, and silently braced herself.
Outside the window, the night deepened.
Lin Muxue’s face flushed red as she muttered breathlessly,
"Go to the bathroom! Now, now, now!"
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