Every time the Ye family was mentioned, she would casually ask an extra question; and at that charity dinner, she insisted on listening to Ye Qingliu's piano solo despite clearly having no interest in classical music...
"Shuangshuang..." Lin Wan hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed softly.
Su Muqing's expression was far more interesting. She was shocked at first, then turned to disbelief, and finally settled into a complex state of understanding.
She remembered how Ye Fanshuang suddenly became interested in the antique fountain pen at the auction last month - now that she thought about it, the style of that pen was exactly the same as the Montblanc that Ye Qingliu often used.
Zhou Ying timidly broke the silence: "Actually... Young Master Ye has been..."
"Enough." Ye Fanshuang suddenly stood up, and the metal chain on her handbag scratched a thin scratch on the coffee table.
She still had a proper smile on her face, but the chill in her eyes made everyone unconsciously lean back. "I remembered I have a meeting to attend."
When the sound of Ye Fanshuang's high heels disappeared at the end of the corridor, the living room suddenly exploded.
"Oh my god!" Su Muqing grabbed Lin Wan's wrist. "She actually likes Ye Qingliu? When did this happen?"
Lin Wan rubbed his temples. "I guess... it's been a long time."
Zhou Yun seemed to be lost in thought. "The angle of that photo... doesn't look like a typical candid shot. Did you notice? That close-up of Ye Qingliu's fingers flipping through the book..."
"It looks like the photo was taken very close to him." Zhou Ying added in a low voice.
Su Muqing suddenly gasped: "Wait! Before last year's school anniversary, wasn't the photography club responsible for taking promotional photos for outstanding students? Ye Fanshuang was..."
"He was a temporary photographer," Lin Wan continued, her expression suddenly becoming odd. "And he only took one set of photos."
The four of them looked at each other and suddenly understood something.
"So she used the name of work..." Su Muqing's voice became lower and lower.
Lin Wan shook her head slightly: "It's more than that." She remembered the last time she went to Ye Fanshuang's house, and the school magazine that was flipped to the side in the drawer of the study - it happened to be the issue with Ye Qingliu on the cover.
Zhou Yun suddenly chuckled: "How interesting. The eldest daughter of the Ye family, the goddess that so many young men have been longing for, actually..."
"Hush." Lin Wan gave her a warning look. "This matter ends here."
But everyone knows that this secret is like spilled perfume: once it's out, it can never be recovered. When night falls, these glimpsed details will become the latest gossip in the socialite circle through encrypted chat groups.
The young man on Ye Fanshuang's screensaver will become the most intriguing topic this summer.
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