A beautifully crafted bright red cheongsam was hung in the middle of the courtyard, with no one around. A cool breeze blew, causing the hem of the cheongsam to sway from side to side, like a person slowly walking. If you ignored the top and bottom, the middle part alone was enough to make one's heart flutter. Tsk tsk, such an exquisitely crafted garment, yet it was arranged to look like something out of a horror movie. Xiang Wan admired the person who arranged the cheongsam; they were truly talented. It would be a waste of their talent if they didn't make horror movies.

"Sister-in-law, do you think this dress is pretty?"

Nangong Feng turned around and closed the courtyard gate.

A row of candles flickered in the night. The courtyard was empty except for the moonlight and the two of them. For no reason, Xiang Wan thought of the phrase "a dark and windy night for murder," and felt uneasy all over.

"It looks good, but what does that have to do with me?"

"Sister-in-law, aren't you curious why there's a cheongsam here?"

"Hehe, maybe you have that kind of fetish." Xiang Wan blurted out, and seeing Nangong Feng's displeasure, she immediately assured him, "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone! Although everyone has a little hobby or something, yours is perfectly normal. Believe me, with your eye for choosing cheongsams, you'll become a cheongsam master in no time!"

Nangong Feng didn't look at Wan. He stretched out his palm and slowly slid it across the cheongsam, his eyes focused and affectionate.

"You know, when I was very young, I vowed that one day I would wear a cheongsam and marry the person I love most. He must be the most idealistic and ambitious person in the world, and I, standing beside him, would be able to complement his beauty and wisdom. No one could separate us."

Once, I so wished I were the one wearing the red wedding dress. But it doesn't matter; he can be with me to realize my dreams. I'm willing to do anything for him, except for one thing: he can only have me by his side!

As he spoke, Nangong Feng stared intently at Xiang Wan, as if he wanted to burn her to ashes.

"Ha, well, you're good-looking and have status, you could have a ton of female confidantes, so why...why be so persistent?"

Xiang Wan lowered her head shyly, feigning reluctance to refuse, but inwardly she was laughing hysterically: This Nangong Feng, what's with all this venting to her? Does he think he can make Xiang Wan willingly give up Wu Ziyu to her? Dream on! As the original wife, she won't step down. Even if Miss Nangong and Wu Ziyu have a great destiny, it's still stolen, a crime against her, and she'll be condemned by the world for the rest of her life, unless Nangong Pei has no conscience!

Nangong Feng's face turned white, then red, then black after hearing Xiang Wan's words, his expression as dramatic as a spice jar!

"Ah Feng, for the sake of you being Ziyu's good brother, I'll pretend that what you said today never happened and won't mention it again. But you also need to... um... control your emotions. I'm already a married woman and can't accept you anymore. You need to think more positively!"

Xiang Wan's words were quite cutting. Nangong Feng had intended to use this to make Xiang Wan back down and give up her position, but unexpectedly, Xiang Wan steered the conversation off-topic. Oh dear, her face was ashen with anger, and she was so upset that Xiang Wan couldn't help but feel a little worried for her.

"Hey, Feng, since you like cheongsams and brought me here today, you must want to wear one for me, right? Considering I rejected you earlier, I'll reluctantly be your audience as compensation. Don't worry, once it's in my sight, it won't reach anyone else's ears. And if you ever want to wear a cheongsam again, you can come to me. Let's keep it a secret between us, okay?"

Seeing Xiang Wan's expectant expression, and knowing she was treating Nangong Feng as a confidante, the already furious young lady finally lost her temper and roared, "Jiang Xiang Wan, have you no shame? I like Wu Ziyu!"

"Huh?" Xiang Wan looked completely bewildered, then, with a pitiful expression, she advised, "Afeng, wake up! How can you like Wu Ziyu? Although I don't mind men doing that kind of thing, you know Ziyu's personality. He's definitely heterosexual. You, a grown man, saying you like him will disgust him."

"Oh no, no, you absolutely can't let Ziyu know you said that, otherwise your friendship will be over. It's best to pretend you know nothing today, otherwise you won't even be able to be friends."

Xiang Wan's consideration for Nangong Feng in every way left him somewhat at a loss, prompting him to hesitantly ask, "What if I were a woman?"

"What? You still want to be a woman? You want to change your sex for Ziyu? Afeng, don't do this, it's bad for your health. Think about your parents, think about your relatives and friends, what will they think of you?"

"Oh, I really didn't expect that your feelings for Ziyu have become so deep, Afeng. What am I supposed to do? I'm still his wife. No matter how much I like you, I can't possibly let Ziyu marry another man as a concubine. That would be too shocking."

Nangong Feng was somewhat bewildered by Xiang Wan's words and tentatively asked, "If, you two aren't suitable for each other..."

"Hmm, if you put it that way, it does seem like we're not a good match. But what can we do? His parents seem to like me a lot, and my parents also like Ziyu. If we don't get together, I'm afraid both families won't approve, after all, my dowry..."

“I can compensate you!” Nangong Feng quickly took over the topic. “I can persuade the elders of both families to return double your dowry, as well as the betrothal gifts and bride price from when you got married. I can settle all of that with you.”

"Huh? You can do that?" Xiang Wan feigned surprise. "But what about Ziyu..."

I will persuade him!

"Then what about compensation for my lost youth over the years..."

"Name your price, and I'll give you everything!"

"Well, alright then," Xiang Wan said reluctantly. "Let me think about it some more. I'll give you a list later. If you settle the accounts according to the list, I might even write you a divorce agreement..."

"Great!" Nangong Feng's face lit up with joy.

Looking at this woman who was willing to do anything for love, Xiang Wan sighed and silently shook her head. The saying "love can drive people mad" was indeed true. The original owner of this body had given up everything for Wu Ziyu, including her pride; Nangong Pei had risked everything for love. Their relationship was one of affection and loyalty, which was fine, but they shouldn't have used other people's lives as stepping stones. Fortune changes, and not everyone can stay at the top forever.

Xiang Wan wanted to see just how far this young lady could go.