A cool breath was close to my ear, carrying a faint fragrance.
"Thanks."
Chu Wuyang spoke subconsciously, but when she looked up, she met Mo Sangyu's gentle and quiet face, and her body stiffened.
"Miss Chu, get up quickly, are you alright?"
Mo Sangyu supported her, his tone gentle and courteous.
Chu Wuyang straightened up, smoothed her clothes, and tried her best to hide her disheveled state.
But looking at Mo Sangyu, a wave of guilt washed over him.
"It's nothing, thank you, Miss Jing... Mo."
She just couldn't bring herself to call her "Mrs. Jing."
Mo Sangyu's gaze passed over her, landing on the group of people still wrestling not far away, the intermittent vulgarities of Chu Han mingling in her ears.
"Am I wrong? A mistress like Chu Wuyang, who is morally deficient and interferes in other people's marriages, should be like a rat crossing the street, hated by everyone!"
Mo Sangyu's expression faltered slightly.
Looking back at Chu Wuyang, a strange glint flashed in his eyes.
"Miss Chu, have you encountered...some trouble?"
She asked the question tactfully.
But Chu Wuyang could see clearly into that gaze: misunderstanding, contempt, and an undisguised disdain.
She must have thought of herself as a cheap woman with a chaotic private life who seduces men everywhere.
Chu Wuyang's lips were slightly parted, but the words stuck in her throat.
Suddenly, my gaze fell on the insulated lunchbox that Mo Sangyu was holding.
She was stunned.
Yes, she came to see Jingmin...
And some of what Chu Han said was indeed correct.
Whether forced or voluntary, in a sense, she did indeed become that disgraceful "mistress".
And the person in question was standing right in front of him.
Mo Sangyu looked down at her, her expression even more complicated.
It's as if I've pieced together the whole story in my mind.
Two men fighting over a woman, nothing more than jealousy and strife—it's truly immoral and disgraceful.
Her tone remained elegant, yet carried a subtle hint of sarcasm as a reminder.
"Mr. Yang's condition looks very bad, Miss Chu... should we call the police?"
Chu Wuyang quickly looked over and saw that the two people had already been separated, and the police had arrived.
"No need, I've already called the police, Ms. Mo, thank you."
She turned to walk towards Yang Jinchu.
Behind her came Mo Sangyu's soft voice, which carried a hint of joy, yet also a subtle, coquettish complaint.
"Ah Min, don't rush me, I'm already downstairs, I'll be right up."
Chu Wuyang didn't stop and walked straight towards Yang Jinchu.
By the time they finished compensating the hotel for the damaged public facilities and gave their statements, it was already noon.
Unexpectedly, Chu Han did not persist in pursuing the matter, and the two sides, suppressing their disgust, hastily reached a settlement.
By the time Chu Wuyang and Yang Jinchu sat down at the restaurant, several hours had passed since that farce.
A few hours ago,
Mo Sangyu pushed open the door with barely suppressed anticipation, and almost instantly... she held her breath.
The room was filled with fiery red roses, like a meticulously planned grand confession.
But her heart suddenly turned cold, and her smile seemed about to crack like thin ice.
She tried her best to maintain a dignified smile, the corners of her lips curving just right, without the slightest hint of losing her composure.
His fingers tightened around the handle of the insulated box, his knuckles turning white from suppressed emotions.
"Ah Min, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"
Her voice was as gentle as ever, as if nothing had happened.
The insulated box was opened layer by layer, and delicate pastries were placed on the coffee table.
The crab roe soup dumplings are steaming hot, the amber walnut cake is tempting in color, the lotus root and glutinous rice stuffed dumplings are fragrant and smooth, and the snow fungus and lily soup is soft and slightly sweet.
Finally, there was a small portion of rose and poria cocos cake.
Her fingers paused slightly.
The overwhelming scent of roses in the room made her eyes sting.
The two pieces of Poria cocos cake were eventually taken back, as if avoiding that name would allow them to pretend nothing had happened.
She paused for a moment when the bird's nest soup was served.
She only found out the flavors of these Chinese pastries by asking Jingmin's assistant.
She stayed up all night learning how to make it, afraid that it wouldn't be delicate enough or meet his expectations.
It's strange, though. This sweet, smooth, nourishing, and beautifying food doesn't seem like something Jingmin, who is naturally cold and indifferent, would prefer.
It seems more like... something women would love.
But his assistant said with a smile,
"Mr. Jing wasn't particularly picky about food, but he would occasionally request specific dishes, so we remembered those very well,"
She had no suspicions about him.
She longed to know everything about him and desperately wanted to be a part of his world.
They tried to shorten the distance between them in the past two weeks.
Previously, she had never taken any concrete action, fearing that she might inadvertently provoke his dislike.
Simply believing that the bond forged through shared hardships will eventually blossom into affection over time.
After all, back then, no woman could ever truly get close to him.
But now everything is different... someone has already entered the house.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the half-open bedroom door, and her heart suddenly tightened.
She couldn't even be sure if there were any people inside.
The bedroom, unlit, was quiet and dim, with scattered rose petals spilling out from the doorway.
It was clearly the aftermath of a ridiculous and passionate affair, with ambiguity and chaos still lingering in the air.
Mo Sangyu's fingertips trembled slightly at her sides, her nails almost digging into her palms.
It felt like I had to use all my strength to suppress the surging emotions that were on the verge of spiraling out of control.
That pitch-black door was like a lurking demon.
It was silently enticing her, as if trying to drag her into a cold, dark abyss.
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