There's always a way to make him surrender instantly.
Looking at the indulgence in his eyes, Yu Jiuyuan's lips curved into a satisfied smile.
See? No matter how unpredictable a person is, once you grasp their weakness, you can easily manipulate their emotions.
Rong Shenghan's weakness lies in her innocent and harmless appearance, which he perceives as something "special" that belongs solely to him.
But he didn't know that she had shared this "special" gift with many other people.
Just like the patience given to Xie Zhecheng, the attention given to Yuan Xu, and the indulgence given to Lin Yanran, there is essentially no difference.
It's just bait tailored to each individual's preferences.
"Alright, stop fooling around." Yu Jiuyuan pushed him away and raised her hand to straighten her slightly disheveled skirt. "Let the tailor check if it fits. We need to alter the size."
Rong Shenghan didn't stop her anymore, but his gaze remained fixed on her, as if he wanted to leave his unique mark on her dress.
The tailor carefully entered, took measurements on her with a soft measuring tape, and kept muttering, "The shoulder width is just right, the waist needs to be reduced by 0.5 centimeters, the skirt length..."
Yu Jiuyuan stood straight, letting the tailor work, but her gaze met Rong Shenghan behind her through the mirror.
Rong Shenghan in the mirror still had that gentle look, and even smiled at her.
But only Yu Jiuyuan could see that his hands, placed at his sides, had been quietly clenched, and the dark fire in the depths of his eyes, called "possessiveness," had never truly been extinguished.
On the contrary, her deliberate attempt to comfort her only made the fever burn even brighter.
very good.
Yu Jiuyuan made her own assessment.
The stronger the emotion, the easier it is to control.
Just like the fiercest wild beasts become the most obedient pets once they are collared.
She looked at herself in the mirror and slowly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
The champagne-colored dress shimmered under the lights, like a gentle armor enveloping her cold yet mad heart.
And her knights are willingly falling into the trap she has carefully woven.
The tailor was still quietly reporting her suggestions for modification, Rong Shenghan's gaze followed her the whole time, and Xie Zhecheng was probably still waiting outside... Everything was perfectly under her control.
Yu Jiuyuan took a light breath, and the air seemed to have a sweeter scent.
That was her scent.
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