Yang Huanyi gazed at her for a long time, then sighed softly.

“Su Ge suits you very well,” Yang Huanyi said.

Shang Yechu's eyes widened, and she blurted out, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

“She’s young and beautiful, a perfect match for you. She has little future to offer, so she won’t compete with you for resources,” Yang Huanyi said slowly. “Her father dotes on her, so the obstacles you’ll face will likely be much smaller. She’s rich and powerful; she can come to any film set just for you, to be with you. Unlike…”

You don't need to be like us.

Shang Yechu felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, like drinking a bottle of boiling vinegar. Yang Huanyi shouldn't have reacted this way. Shouldn't she be jealous? Shouldn't she be in pain? Shouldn't she be resentful?

"She is indeed better than you—" Shang Yechu paused, unable to bring herself to say that Su Ge was better than Yang Huanyi. But saying nothing would only make her feel worse.

“She is indeed better than me,” Yang Huanyi said softly. “Ye Chu, I’m actually very happy.”

"What are you happy about?" Shang Yechu opened her mouth.

Yang Huanyi stared into her eyes: "You being with Su Ge proves that you've moved on. If you're happy, I'll be very happy... Although it doesn't matter who that person is, I'm even happier that Su Ge is so suitable for you."

Shang Yechu couldn't help but say, "You didn't say that back in February!"

"Alright then," Yang Huanyi said in a low voice, "What I said in February still stands. I will not divorce Cao Shi. Would you be willing to be my mistress?"

Shang Yechu was jolted awake, her anger surging within her. Before she could even open her mouth, Yang Huanyi burst out laughing.

"Look at you. You still don't want to." Yang Huanyi touched her face. "I can only choose one of the two identities. What can I do if I'm not happy for you?"

A sour and bitter taste flowed into her throat. Yang Huanyi's phone screen lit up; her assistant had sent her a message.

Shang Yechu noticed that her screen wallpaper was a baby wearing a lace knitted hat.

At that moment, Shang Yechu felt a chill in her heart and blurted out, "Your phone—"

She only said half a sentence.

What's wrong with my phone?

Shang Yechu closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, a fleeting glint of tears crossed her eyes.

Shang Yechu asked, "Did you delete those chat logs on your phone? The ones between you and me."

Yang Huanyi's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

Yang Huanyi opened WeChat. The two rarely used work WeChat to communicate; they usually used personal WeChat.

Yang Huanyi scrolled through her contact list and found a contact whose nickname was "Best Friend (＾－＾)", then clicked on it.

In front of Shang Yechu, Yang Huanyi deleted her chat history with this person.

"Is it ready?" Yang Huanyi shook her phone at Shang Yechu.

Shang Yechu stared at the empty screen and the familiar profile picture for a long while before slowly saying, "Excellent."

Shang Yechu turned and left. Yang Huanyi watched her retreating figure, unable to hold back the bitterness and tenderness in her heart, and whispered, "Yechu!"

Suddenly, Shang Yechu flung open the car door, leaned in, and hugged her tightly!

Yang Huanyi embraced him without hesitation, feeling Ye Chu's hair brush against her face.

"Ye Chu, Shang Ye Chu..." Yang Huanyi gently patted her back, singing, "It's good that you're alright, it's better than anything else..."