Cloud Top Apartments. Su Qianqian slept restlessly in the soft blankets. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and her pink lips unconsciously tightened. She was trapped in a suffocating dream. There were no clear images, only chaotic and intense sensory shocks. She felt trapped in a small, oppressive space, as if she had been thrown into the most turbulent current in the deep sea. She couldn't breathe, and every attempt to struggle to rise was met with a more turbulent wave pressing her down. No matter how she twisted her slender waist and struggled, she couldn't break free from the restraints. Even each movement brought stronger punishment, and she could only cry harder and harder, her voice hoarse. Later, the hazy feeling brought on by alcohol was magnified infinitely in the dream, becoming a vortex of sinking and pain, pulling her down relentlessly. She waved her arms in vain, trying to grab onto something to hold herself up against the frantic turbulence, but all her fingertips touched was a cold, smooth mirror. She instinctively pressed down hard, her palm against the hard surface, her knuckles turning white. She seemed to want to leave a mark, or push away this suffocating cage. However, it remained unmoved; she could only grip the mirror even tighter. She saw herself frowning and crying, intertwined with an indescribable physical sensation… the sensations made her increasingly confused, unable to distinguish pain or something else. “Ugh…” Su Qianqian suddenly woke up from her dream, gasping for breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the familiar chandelier above her. The room was dimly lit and quiet. It was a dream. But why… were the sensations in her body so clear? She subconsciously moved, her bones feeling as if they had been disassembled and reassembled. Especially her waist and legs… the hidden aches were vivid, reminding her of what had happened in the car and the bathroom last night. She slowly raised her right hand, her palm still seemingly lingering with the despair of pressing her hand against the car window in her dream, only to find it all in vain. Su Qianqian's face instantly flushed crimson, the color spreading to her ears. How could she have such a dream? She buried her burning face deep into the pillow, still carrying Gu Chengyu's scent, letting out a soft, aggrieved sob. It was all his fault. — Song Family Villa, evening, music room. Melodious piano music flowed out, tranquil yet tinged with sadness. Song Qingwan sat gracefully before the expensive piano, her slender, white fingers dancing lightly across the black and white keys. She wore a long, off-white linen dress, the hem flowing smoothly to her ankles. Her long hair was styled up, revealing her long, elegant swan neck. Her profile was gentle and refined, her entire being immersed in the music, like a meticulously painted portrait of a classical beauty. The piece ended, the last note slowly fading into the air. Song Qingwan's fingertips remained lightly on the piano keys, her eyes slightly lowered, long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, as if she were still savoring the lingering charm of the music. Her expression was calm and serene, even possessing a gentle, spring-like smile. However, her heart was like a lake with a boulder thrown in, turbulent beneath the surface. The blind date was canceled. Gu Chengyu had personally rejected her. Without even a decent reason. Why? She, Song Qingwan, was a true lady of high society, the apple of her eye from a scholarly family, a gold medalist in an international piano competition. In terms of family background, appearance, talent, and temperament, in what way was she inferior to that arrogant and domineering Shen Nian'an? Not even to that… The rumors she had overheard about the female celebrity beside Gu Chengyu flashed through her mind, and the coldness in her eyes deepened. A worthless piece of trash, did she even deserve it?