Chu Wuyang, holding the hangover soup in both hands, was about to take a step.

A white shadow suddenly blocked her path.

She subconsciously looked up, her eyes filled with surprise, and blurted out:

How did you get in?

Although there were quite a few guests at the manor, they were all making a lively scene in the banquet area.

The private areas here have always been accessible only with security permission.

Yun Yang stood there, her gaze sweeping over Chu Wuyang's outfit, which was almost identical to her own.

A subtle, enigmatic smile played at the corners of his lips, but he did not reply.

Chu Wuyang remembered that she had already informed the gatekeeper when she came back to change clothes not long ago.

Yun Yang's gaze fell on the hangover soup in Chu Wuyang's hand.

"For Jingmin?"

Chu Wuyang's body stiffened slightly.

He then nodded mechanically.

Her feet involuntarily took two steps back, trying to increase the distance between her and Yunyang.

Her hands still tightly protected the bowl of hangover soup, as if it were the most precious thing at that moment.

Yun Yang's eyes sharpened, she stepped forward, and snatched the hangover soup from her hand.

"Give it to me! I'll take it up for you."

Chu Wuyang instantly understood Yun Yang's intention.

He instinctively reached out to grab it.

But as soon as he made a movement, he felt a strong wave of dizziness.

He swayed slightly, and his voice became trembling and incoherent:

"You...you just saw it, he didn't drink your wine,"

"He was conscious."

"How about next time?"

"We'll find another opportunity next time."

The smile on Yun Yang's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling expression. She retorted:

"Really? If you're not drunk, then why did you bring me hangover soup?"

Chu Wuyang explained anxiously:

"However, he wasn't completely drunk; he was still conscious."

As if afraid Yun Yang wouldn't believe her, she quickly added:

“Really, he just called my name. He’s sober.”

At this moment, Chu Wuyang felt inexplicably weak and powerless.

With her last ounce of strength, she reached out and grabbed the hangover soup from Yun Yang's hand, muttering:

“Give it to me, he… is still waiting for me.”

Yun Yang deftly sidestepped, easily avoiding Chu Wuyang's lunge, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

Chu Wuyang had already sent everyone out of the villa beforehand, and the surveillance cameras had been turned off long ago.

Even if the two of them had a huge argument here and made a lot of noise, no one would notice.

Yun Yang looked up at the direction of the stairs, her face revealing a sinister expression.

She snorted coldly and said to Chu Wuyang:

"Look, he didn't react to such a loud noise. Do you still think he's completely awake?"

A strong sense of unease welled up in Chu Wuyang's heart. She fought off the dizziness and asked:

"What's the meaning?"

Yun Yang's lips curled up, and she let out two sharp laughs:

"You've been hesitating and procrastinating all this time, isn't it better if I help you make the decision?"

Chu Wuyang's face turned deathly pale instantly. Her eyes widened, and her voice carried a hint of despair:

"He clearly didn't drink that bottle of wine!"

Yun Yang glanced at her disdainfully and said slowly:

"You didn't drink the one in my hand, but you did drink the one in your hand."

Chu Wuyang looked at her with a face full of doubt, and Yun Yang's smugness grew even stronger upon seeing this:

"Are you feeling dizzy and weak right now?"

Chu Wuyang then seemed to wake from a dream, her hand trembling as she touched her forehead, and she questioned sharply:

What did you do to me?

Yun Yang shrugged and said nonchalantly:

"I just put the medicine in your glass beforehand."

She paused, then changed the subject, feigning concern, and said:

"Don't worry! You only drank two small sips, you'll just feel uncomfortable for a little while at most."

"I didn't expect him to trust you so much; he drank the whole glass without even thinking."

As she spoke, Yun Yang raised her hand to look at her watch, a calculating look appearing on her face:

“I timed it perfectly; this is exactly when the drug will take effect.”

Then, she looked at Chu Wuyang and said, as if offering a kind reminder:

"You might feel better if you take a nap now,"

"But if you want to torture yourself, I won't stop you from eavesdropping."

"After all, I wouldn't have been able to succeed so smoothly without your cooperation."

"Didn't you want to verify who he most wanted to see when the drug took effect?"

"Consider it repayment for the favor you did for me."

After saying that, Yun Yang turned around and walked towards the stairs with the hangover soup in her hand.

Chu Wuyang was extremely anxious, and she forced herself to endure the dizziness and discomfort.

Staggering forward, she grabbed Yunyang's clothes tightly with both hands, muttering repeatedly:

"No, no, not today."

"Yunyang, I have no regrets,"

"But not today,"

"At least not in our bedroom."

Yun Yang, her face full of impatience, forcefully yanked her arm away from Chu Wuyang's hand, her eyes filled with disgust:

"Why not!"

"I don't mind being in the bed you've slept in, so why should you mind!"

Chu Wuyang wanted to speak up to stop her, but her dizziness worsened.

The scene before my eyes began to blur, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they finally closed uncontrollably.

My throat felt like it was blocked by something, and I couldn't make a sound at all.

A tear slid down the corner of her eye.

Her consciousness gradually faded, but she could still feel the hem of Yun Yang's skirt disappearing from her sight at the top of the stairs.

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