After a few drinks, Su Er sat down next to Tang Yonghao. The rough texture on the back of his hand felt like dried tree bark, as if it were grinding away a layer of her flesh.

Su Er clenched her fists tightly. She knew that at this moment, she should probably hold the other person's hand gently and sweetly, and maybe she could get the role of the other person in the end.

Su Er also told herself that there was no need to be so pretentious, and that she should just treat it as a play and be done with it.

Even with all her mental preparation, she couldn't help but act stubbornly at this moment, her tightly clenched hands feeling like the last shred of dignity she could hold onto.

Tang Yonghao was clearly displeased with Su Er's lack of tact. He released her hand and said with a cold laugh, "Little Su, you can't be so easily flattered."

Those present smiled knowingly at her words, laughing at her self-righteous arrogance.

In the eyes of this group, there is no difference between a compromise after struggle and a willing surrender.

Just as Lin Shuqin was about to speak up to smooth things over, a waiter's soft call came from the doorway at just the right moment, interrupting the overly tense atmosphere: "Sir, Mr. Jiang has arrived."

"Si Yan is here?" Tang Yonghao's face showed a hint of surprise upon hearing this. He didn't care about Su Er anymore and hurriedly got up and went to the door to greet him.

Everyone in the room stood up as he did so. Su Er had no time to care who else was coming to the dinner party. Her head was spinning, and the forced smile she had just given had exhausted most of her energy.

My palms were sticky and damp with sweat.

Lin Shuqin leaned slightly forward, patted the back of her hand, and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Su Er's eyelashes trembled slightly, she shook her head, and gave a somewhat ethereal smile.

"Just bear with it a little longer, Xiao Er," Lin Shuqin whispered, trying to persuade her.

Su Er nodded, then reluctantly mustered her energy to look towards the door.

Mr. Tang, who had just been showered with compliments, now spoke with a hint of flattery, "Siyan, your uncle thought you weren't coming."

The man chuckled nonchalantly, "Why would I not come to Uncle Tang's gathering?"

The tone was very perfunctory, yet it made people rush to express their gratitude.

The alcohol made her mind a little dull. She lowered her head and pondered for a few seconds before finding a corresponding figure in her memory.

It remains unchanged in its aloofness and nobility, with a touch of nonchalant indifference and languor, as if it were detached from this mundane world.

It's hard not to remember someone like that.

For the first time tonight, Su Er spared a thought to consider anything other than the dangers ahead, and silently murmured in her heart, "It's him."