Inside the superyacht.

The space was lofty and open, dominated by warm white, light gold, and low-saturation wood tones.

There were no gaudy crystal chandeliers, nor extravagant decorations piled with gilding.

Nor was there the intricate courtly style favored by old-money families.

Everything here was very simple.

Yet precisely because of its simplicity, it felt exceptionally expensive.

After boarding, Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue first arrived at the 2F main deck level.

This level was the core public area of the entire vessel.

It included the reception hall, banquet hall, main salon, and the main stage for subsequent cocktail parties and formal receptions.

The 1F water-level layer below was a completely different aesthetic.

The lower level of the two-tier infinity pool, the waterside platform, the diving center, the water toy garage, and the entrance to the sightseeing submarine were all concentrated here.

Descending to this level essentially meant placing the entire Mediterranean Sea beneath one's feet.

Moving up to the 3F VIP living quarters, the atmosphere noticeably quieted down.

The entire floor consisted of ten high-specification guest rooms, plus a small living room and a private butler station.

Private, soft, luxurious.

It wasn't the standardized opulence of a hotel, but truly private maritime suites meant for top-tier guests to stay in long-term.

As for the 4F owner's deck, it was entirely Tang Song's private domain.

Master bedroom suite, private study, independent reception room, recovery training room, main helicopter landing pad...

Rather than a deck level, it was more like a complete super-large flat floating on the sea.

Belonging only to him.

Moving further up to the 5F entertainment deck, it was a place where pleasure and scenery merged.

The IMAX-level private cinema, the starry sky lounge, the music area, and the upper level of the two-tier infinity pool were all here.

Once night fully descended, this level would be even more enchanting than during the day.

As for the topmost 6F deck, it was the position with the most open view on the entire vessel.

The sun deck and the open-air bar area were both located here.

There was also a secondary helicopter landing pad.

Standing there, the entire Port of Hercules almost seemed to prostrate itself beneath one's feet.

And this was only the surface part of the superyacht.

What truly elevated this vessel beyond the concept of a "luxury yacht" was another system hidden within.

Quasi-military-grade covert protection capabilities.

Dynamic permission zoning, localized signal shielding, near-shore low-altitude target identification... and a security core area completely closed to the public.

It wasn't merely a pleasure platform in the simple sense.

It was more like a private maritime territory that could depart port at any time.

A perfect match for his [Tangjin Estate] located in Nice.

"Sir, the Oneiric's designed cruising speed is twenty-one knots, with a range exceeding six thousand nautical miles under economical speed. Both the hull and superstructure have undergone secondary customization, while the power, security, and control systems were deeply developed with the participation of Tang Yi Precision..."

The person standing to the side providing the introduction was the yacht's chief steward and navigation coordination director.

Adrien Laurent.

A French man in his forties with a low-key, scholarly temperament.

Tang Song listened quietly, but his gaze remained fixed on the yacht itself.

It wasn't until his feet stepped onto the deck and he saw it fully spread out before his eyes that he truly felt its enormity and luxury.

One hundred and thirty-six meters long, twenty-two meters wide.

If only written in data, it was just a string of numbers.

But when it truly transformed into a white behemoth with six decks, that overwhelming sense of awe could no longer be captured by mere numbers.

It rested quietly there.

The entire port, the entire night sky, seemed to make space for it.

The Chinese name for this vessel was ultimately decided by him as [Floating Dream].

After all, everything he possessed now was inextricably linked to "dreams."

As for the English name Oneiric, its original meaning was "dreamlike, of dreams."

Very fitting, and very suitable for it.

After the complete tour of the superyacht, the group returned to the second-floor main reception hall.

Looking out through the full-length porthole windows.

In the distance was Monaco, lights, yachts, luxury cars, celebrities, casinos, and wealth.

Behind them, the vessel's service staff stood with hands clasped, so quiet they seemed non-existent.

And beneath their feet was his [Floating Dream], capable of carrying him across oceans.

This wasn't as simple as "owning a boat" as he had imagined.

Nor was it merely simple satisfaction.

It was a more concrete, more immense, and more tangible sense of control.

As if the ocean, capital, order, and power had all been materialized into touchable entities at this moment, quietly laid out beneath his feet.

He glanced slightly to the side, looking at Ouyang Xianyue not far away.

She still wore sunglasses.

Still stood with elegant posture.

Still maintained that dignified, composed, and impeccable demeanor.

As if boarding this vessel was nothing more than an ordinary visit for her.

Yet in Tang Song's field of vision, the system prompt above her head kept flickering.

[Drift Value: 64%]

From boarding until now, he had done almost nothing.

No deliberate teasing, no continued advances.

Yet this noble lady, always restrained, powerful, rational to the point of severity, was still gradually drifting off course.

As if merely standing on this vessel would cause some string in her heart to loosen on its own.

Tang Song opened the system panel and entered [Character Center].

His gaze swept lightly over the light screen.

[Ouyang Xianyue (SSR)]

[Character: Precision Queen]

[Status: Heart Fluctuating... Restraint Imbalanced... Fantasy Desire]

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

The sea, a superyacht, a sinking noble lady.

A perfect match.

Oh right, there was also a big silly Qing in the suite, ready to be pulled over at any time to provide emotional value.

After a period of high-intensity work, such a sea voyage free from external disturbances was truly something to look forward to.

......

Inside the brightly lit Royal Suite.

Xu Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa, wearing a high-end hydrating facial mask, holding her phone, and rapidly sending messages to her best friend.

The screen was filled with various photos she had taken that afternoon of luxury cars, yachts, and opulent hotels.

Of course, a large portion also consisted of complaints about that "unprincipled, in-your-face" mare Anne Kate.

Outside the window, the lights were dazzling, as if illuminating the entire sea.

After sending the last emoji, Xu Qing glanced at the time in the upper right corner of her phone, her brows gradually furrowing.

It's already eight o'clock!

Why haven't Little Song and Sister Xianyue returned yet?

She had placed all her hopes on Ouyang Xianyue.

She was counting on this "Precision Queen" with an aura of 2.8 meters, dignified and sacred, to properly discipline Little Song!

To prevent him from continuously bullying her in this foreign land, isolated and helpless.

Especially tonight!

She hadn't forgotten that Little Song had hinted, both overtly and covertly, before coming, that he would treat her to some good drinks.

Just thinking about it made Xu Qing shiver involuntarily.

If she fell into his hands, in this foreign suite where heaven wouldn't answer and earth wouldn't respond...

He would definitely first press me onto the bed and spank my butt hard!

Then force me to open my mouth and drink some strange things.

Wuwuwu...

Just imagining it feels terrifying!

Even more terrifying, what if that crazy mare Anne came along too?!

That woman is Xiao Jing's perverted mentor!

If she teamed up with Little Song, tied me up, and used a marker to write shameful English words all over my body...

(*。>Ⅱ<)°Don't think about it, don't think about it!

This script is darker than hell!

Sister Xianyue, you absolutely must be powerful!

As she thought, she couldn't help but let out a huge yawn.

It was her first time seriously adjusting to a seven-hour time zone difference, and the physical discomfort was real.

Her mind felt foggy, her eyes sore and swollen, her whole person like a robotic vacuum cleaner with half its battery drained.

She was actually sleepy long ago, but she just didn't dare to sleep.

She wanted to forcibly adjust her sleep schedule to a normal rhythm to avoid wandering around like a ghost during the next few days of fun.

After all, the main event was yet to come.

Luxury yacht, Mediterranean Sea, Monaco night cruise.

These were all top-tier inspiration libraries for writing side stories, material, and brainstorming.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing hugged a cushion and giggled foolishly twice.

"When the time comes, I'll write an ultra-sweet, ultra-satisfying side story..."

"In the novel, I'll fiercely slap those anti-fans in the face, letting them witness what true divine extravagance is!"

She was happily fantasizing when a gentle chime suddenly came from the foyer direction.

Then, the voice of butler Dubois, exuding the ultimate British butler style, came through the intercom:

"Miss Xu Qing, Sir and Ms. Ouyang have returned to the hotel lobby and are expected to reach this floor in approximately two minutes."

Xu Qing instantly sat up straight.

"They're here, they're here!"

Xu Qing instantly seemed injected with adrenaline, all sleepiness gone, performing a carp's leap to bounce up from the sofa.

Her eyes darted around, she immediately slipped on her slippers, and pattered out to the corridor to greet them.

"Ding——"

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue walked out one after the other.

"You're finally back!"

Xu Qing first shot a quick glance at Tang Song, then immediately shifted her focus to Ouyang Xianyue, warmly moving close and linking arms with her.

"Ah, Sister Xianyue, why did you wander around for so long? I was almost bored to death."

Ouyang Xianyue smiled, "We just took a casual stroll, went to check on the yacht's situation, and incidentally discussed the arrangements for the next few days."

"Oh, oh." Xu Qing nodded, then said, "Sister Xianyue, I have something I'd like to chat with you about."

As she spoke, she frantically winked at her.

Ouyang Xianyue glanced at her, her eyes slightly unnatural, but she quickly regained her usual composure.

"Alright." She nodded gently, then looked at Tang Song, "Then, Tang Song, you go back and rest first. Qingqing and I will chat for a bit."

"Mm, you chat." Tang Song actually agreed very readily.

After speaking, he turned and went back to the suite first.

Xu Qing stood in place, stunned for half a second, then felt a surge of secret glee.

Wow! Little Song is actually so obedient?!

It seems Sister Xianyue really is formidable! With one word, she sent the male lead away!

Truly worthy of the Precision Queen! Truly my number one backer!

(V)

Once Tang Song's figure completely disappeared behind the door.

Xu Qing immediately couldn't wait to pull Ouyang Xianyue aside, lowering her voice to ask, "Sister Xianyue, what did you talk about? That Miss Annie..."

Ouyang Xianyue elegantly removed her hat, smoothed her long hair, and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry. I've already made things clear to him. For this weekend's sea voyage, Annie won't be coming. Only you, me, and him. Just the three of us."

Xu Qing's face immediately broke into a delighted smile, "That's great! Sister Xianyue is indeed amazing!"

She visibly relaxed all over.

The female antagonist has finally disappeared!

I, the legitimate female lead, can finally return to my own main storyline sweet romance script!

Looking at Xu Qing's carefree, blindly adoring, and joyful appearance.

Ouyang Xianyue sighed silently in her heart.

After all, she was doing this entirely for her own private desires.

Even just now, in the car on the way back, she had actively leaned in and let Tang Song...

Thinking of his scorching large hands in the car.

Ouyang Xianyue subconsciously slightly pressed her legs together, a shiver running through the skin beneath her skirt.

She lowered her gaze slightly, concealing the spring-like emotion in her eyes, "Qingqing, I still have some domestic work to handle. You should also go back early to adjust to the time difference and rest. Build up your energy. We'll board the ship on Saturday."

"Oh, oh, okay! Goodnight, Sister Xianyue!"

Xu Qing leaned in and gave her a kiss, then returned to the suite, fully satisfied.

Just as she entered the living room.

She saw Tang Song standing by the bar counter, drinking water.

The light fell on him, softly outlining his silhouette.

Filled with dangerous, captivating charm.

Xu Qing's footsteps paused, a pink flush rising on her face.

No matter what, this was a foreign land, a suite where only the two of them were alone.

It was inevitable that some hentai anime scenarios might occur...

Her heart began to race.

Tang Song glanced sideways at her and beckoned her over.

"Come here, little maid."

Xu Qing's eyes instantly widened, "Y-you, who are you calling little maid! We're not playing Cosplay right now!"

"Is that so?" Tang Song looked at her leisurely.

"Hmph!" Xu Qing pretended to be imposing, raising her chin.

"Then... should I go find Ms. Ouyang for a chat?" Tang Song's tone was unhurried, "For example, discuss with her how many unspeakable, shameful plays a certain well-known author has written in her novel's side stories?"

Xu Qing's face instantly turned crimson, stammering, "D-didn't we agree not to mention this matter anymore?"

By now, she of course knew long ago that Tang Song was the reader who gave her the Golden Alliance tip.

Not only that!

This perverted Little Song had even forced her several times in the room to open her own novel, making her read hentai scenes while playing role-play.

It was practically public execution! Utterly shameful to the extreme!

"Come here." Tang Song ignored her protest, simply crooking his finger again.

Xu Qing immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, timidly shuffling over.

"What... what is it..."

"Massage my legs." Tang Song sat down and patted his own thigh, "Walked a lot today, they're a bit sore."

Xu Qing resentfully walked over, like a bullied little wife, half-kneeling on the carpet, extending her two small hands to knead for him, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

At first, she massaged his legs.

As she massaged, she was directed to massage his shoulders.

Xu Qing muttered under her breath, but her hands were relatively serious.

But halfway through, her nose suddenly twitched slightly.

A faint, subtle fragrance wafted over from Tang Song.

It wasn't hotel scent, nor men's cologne.

But a mature, rich, restrained, and highly distinctive feminine fragrance.

Xu Qing's movements paused.

She subconsciously leaned in a bit closer, sniffing carefully.

Her heartbeat suddenly began to accelerate.

This scent...

Why does it smell so much like Sister Xianyue's?

She blinked.

A 'ding' went off in her brain, her detective attribute instantly triggered.

That vague glimpse in the afternoon, Tang Song's hand resting on Ouyang Xianyue's waist...

The two of them went out to "discuss matters" for several hours...

Now Tang Song carries Sister Xianyue's perfume scent...

(00O") !

No way? No way?! Impossible?!

Ouyang Xianyue is a married widow, such a dignified, sacred noble lady, and she's a full ten years older than Little Song!

Just as her imagination was running wild.

"What are you thinking? Slacking off?" Tang Song's voice came.

"N-no, nothing! I'm not slacking off!" Xu Qing was startled, shaking her head repeatedly.

Before she could react, Tang Song suddenly reached out, directly grabbing her wrist and pulling hard.

Xu Qing let out a gasp, her whole body losing balance, directly tumbling over the back of the sofa, stumbling and falling onto him.

Their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Slap——!"

A crisp slapping sound rang out in the quiet living room.

"Y-you, why did you hit me!"

"Slap——!"

Another slap, heavier than the last.

Xu Qing, face flushed, biting her lip, completely dared not speak anymore.

She knew resistance would only invite harsher suppression.

Tang Song looked at the little maid in his arms who had finally settled down, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He stood up directly, picking her up like a child, and strode towards the direction of the master bedroom.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing again!" Xu Qing weakly kicked her legs in the air.

"To take a bath."

"I just took one tonight! You go ahead, I want to sleep, I'm so sleepy! Adjusting to the time difference is exhausting!"

"Slap——!"

"What are you thinking? You little maid, not serving your master's bath, and thinking of sleeping by yourself?"

"......"

"Splash splash——"

The sound of flowing water echoed in the luxurious bathroom.

Accompanied by the little maid's protests and pleas for mercy.

The frosted glass door soon became covered in a dense layer of steam.

Faintly revealing two overlapping silhouettes.

......

Over the next two days.

A low-key yet extremely high-level closed-door negotiation quietly unfolded in the private conference center of the Paris Grand Hotel.

Externally, there were no press conferences, no media releases, no public itineraries whatsoever.

On one side of the long table sat core representatives from [Crown Bank]—

the Risk Control Director, Legal Director, Offshore Trust Architect, and an unusually quiet Anne Kate, who had shed her usual flamboyance.

On the other side of the long table was the [Tang Jin Family Office] team led by Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue.

Thanks to the vast reservoir of financial knowledge recently activated from the [Badge - Strategist], as well as the supercharged thinking brought by a Comprehension stat of 90.

Tang Song performed exceptionally well at the negotiation table.

The entire meeting's rhythm operated with him as the absolute core.

This wasn't a simple business discussion; it was more like reconstructing a financial pipeline system.

The usage boundaries of capital pools, regulatory buffer zones for cross-border channels, and the business separation within the Tangjin System between [Miss Kate Bank] and [Crown Bank] over the next few years.

Every clause involved the flow of tens of billions of dollars.

Coffee, mineral water, and hot tea were brought in cup after cup.

Thick stacks of draft clauses were constantly flipped, revised, and marked.

Ouyang Xianyue had practically mobilized all her accumulated experience in local industry, judgment of regulatory environments, and understanding of political and business interfaces over these past two days.

She wasn't merely participating.

She was genuinely paving the way, inch by inch, for Tang Song, for this future financial undercurrent that would leverage the entire [Tangjin System].

Anne cooperated very appropriately throughout.

Only occasionally would she deliberately spar with them over wording and boundaries.

But after Tang Song spoke with her alone during a break, she would make appropriate concessions and compromises.

Finally, both sides preliminarily confirmed three core items:

First, [Crown Bank] would establish a dedicated offshore service structure and multi-layered custodial arrangements for the Tangjin System.

Second, without directly touching existing sensitive boundaries, they would first use European and Middle Eastern business as buffer zones to gradually build independent clearing capabilities.

Third, led by Ouyang Xianyue, they would establish a dual-track mechanism of "compliant shell + real underlying assets" suitable for implementation in the Huaxia market.

Everything progressed very quickly.

A contract capable of influencing the future global capital landscape was quietly taking shape under the Mediterranean sun.

Outside this high-intensity meeting.

Xu Qing's life over these two days was a completely different story.

Ouyang Xianyue had specifically arranged for Secretary Chen to accompany her, gallivanting around Monaco and its surroundings.

From cafes by the harbor in the early morning, to dessert shops on the slopes of the old town.

From century-old chocolate workshops hidden in alleys, to seafood eateries known only to locals.

From the internet-famous ice cream shop in Nice's old town, to the French restaurant halfway up the hill in Èze village with scenery beautiful enough for a postcard.

She ate through Monte Carlo croissants that burst with filling upon one bite, handmade pizzas sprinkled with white truffle shavings, walking vigorously, snapping photos wildly, and indulging in feasts every day. Her entire person visibly glowed with happiness.

......

February 2nd, 8:00 PM.

Inside a Michelin-starred restaurant by the port, Xu Qing held her phone, flipping through photos taken over the past two days, feeling more and more pleased.

"Secretary Chen, we set sail tomorrow!" She looked up, eyes sparkling, "Sister Xianyue and the others should be finished with their work today, right?"

"Yes, that's correct." Secretary Chen sat opposite, posture as steady as ever.

"Great." Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, grinning, "You've really worked hard these past few days, accompanying me everywhere, even helping me carry my bags."

"Hehe, you're too kind." Secretary Chen smiled, "This is much more relaxing than my daily work, equivalent to a vacation. Actually, I should thank you, Miss Xu Qing."

Xu Qing chuckled.

She took a sip of fruit wine from her glass, then, as if suddenly remembering something, propped her chin on her hands, looking at Chen Jing with gossipy curiosity:

"Secretary Chen, how long have you been following Ms. Ouyang?"

"Thirteen years."

"Ah?!" Xu Qing's eyes instantly widened, "That long?!"

"Yes." Secretary Chen nodded, "I've been by Ms. Ouyang's side since graduating from my master's program."

"Then Sister Xianyue's work over the years must have been particularly hard?"

"Yes, Ms. Ouyang has indeed walked a very difficult path these years. She bore too much and became accustomed to carrying everything herself." Secretary Chen's gaze flickered slightly, "It wasn't until President Tang appeared that she gradually... began to change."

"Oh? When did Sister Xianyue and Tang Song meet?"

Xu Qing coughed, trying hard not to sound too gossipy.

"They met in January 2017."

Xu Qing was stunned, "That early?"

Thanks to her best friend being a fan of Ms. Ouyang, she clearly remembered that Tang Yi Precision seemed to have been officially renamed that year, right?

It also began its rapid development from that time.

So Little Song was collaborating with Ms. Ouyang that early?

No wonder he's so impressive...

"Yes, they are very good, close friends." Secretary Chen looked at her, her gaze gentle yet meaningful, "One could even say—they are kindred spirits."

"Kindred spirits?" Xu Qing tilted her head, not fully grasping the weight of this term.

Secretary Chen fell silent for a moment, as if carefully choosing her words.

She slowly said, "There is a very deep bond between Ms. Ouyang and President Tang. That bond isn't mere cooperation, nor ordinary friendship. So many things don't necessarily need to be spoken plainly; they understand each other."

These words were spoken softly, not explicitly revealing anything substantial.

But falling on Xu Qing's ears, they tied a gentle knot.

Her imagination was already vast.

Now, connecting them with the various details of the past few days, a heart-palpitating feeling suddenly arose within her.

Secretary Chen glanced at the time and tactfully ended the topic.

"It's getting late. Miss Xu Qing, shall we head back? The closed-door meeting between Ms. Ouyang and President Tang should be completely over by now."

"Oh... okay." Xu Qing responded subconsciously, her mind still a tangled mess.

The two settled the bill and left.

The car drove smoothly back to the Paris Grand Hotel.

Passing through the lobby, entering the private elevator.

The elevator ascended.

Upon reaching the top floor, the two had only taken a few steps out of the elevator car when—

"Click——"

The heavy redwood door of the Royal Suite ahead happened to be opened from inside.

Ouyang Xianyue walked out.

At this moment, she wore an extremely simple white silk mandarin-collar blouse, paired with a black A-line skirt that ended just below the knees.

She wasn't wearing stockings, and her exposed legs appeared dazzlingly white under the corridor lights.

Her hair, always impeccably pinned up, was now slightly loosened.

A faint, barely noticeable blush remained on her cheeks, and her lip color was moister than usual.

"You're back."

She looked at the two standing in the corridor, her tone normal, even carrying a gentle smile.

"Sister Xianyue, you... are you all finished?" Xu Qing quickly asked, but her eyes uncontrollably swept over the faint blush on Ouyang Xianyue's cheeks, her heart beginning to pound.

"Pretty much." Ouyang Xianyue's gaze, however, lingered on Xu Qing's face for a moment, "Qingqing, then I'll return to my own room first. You must be tired after running around all day. Rest early. Tomorrow we set sail together."

"Mm, mm, okay. Goodnight, Sister Xianyue."

"Goodnight."

The sounds of high heels and flat shoes faded away one after the other down the corridor.

Xu Qing stood in place, shook her head, forcibly driving out those strange thoughts, and pushed open the door to enter the suite.

In the office area of the suite.

Tang Song sat behind the wide desk, conducting a video conference on the computer screen.

From the content of his speech, it seemed he was making final confirmations for the next quarter's new product line with the executive team of [Songmei Apparel].

She even heard the voice of her junior, Yao Lingling, from within.

Warm-toned light fell on his face from the side, accentuating the cool, focused aura he exuded while working.

Honestly, he was handsome enough to make one's legs go weak.

Thinking of their sweet sea voyage starting tomorrow, Xu Qing's face grew a bit warm.

She didn't disturb him, just waved her phone at Tang Song who looked over, mouthing exaggeratedly in a whisper:

"I—am—go—ing—to—take—a—bath."

After saying that, she tiptoed towards the bedroom.

She had been vigorously walking around outside all day; although she ate happily, she had indeed worked up a sweat.

The first thing upon returning was, of course, to enjoy a comfortable soak.

Entering the enormous independent bathroom in the master bedroom, comparable in size to a living room, she locked the door behind her.

"Click," she turned on the bright vanity lights.

While waiting for the tub to fill.

She hummed along to Su Yu's newly released single and began to undress.

Soon, clothes fell one by one, her smooth, well-proportioned body exposed to the warm air.

She reached up to gather her hair, about to step into the bathtub.

Her gaze suddenly froze.

Beside the wide, luxurious marble washbasin, on the metal storage rack, lay a pair of flesh-colored stockings, neatly rolled together.

Xu Qing subconsciously leaned closer.

They were a pair of high-quality thigh-highs with anti-slip silicone edges, the length just covering up to the top of the thighs, retro and elegant.

The texture was excellent, thin, delicate, shimmering with a soft, pearlescent sheen under the light.

A faint, elusive fragrance slowly drifted into her nostrils.

Familiar enough to make her heart tremble.

Xu Qing's eyes instantly widened like copper bells. ()

This... this is... Sister Xianyue's stockings?!

Most critically.

When she leaned in for a closer look, she was shocked to discover, on the thigh area of those stockings as thin as cicada wings...

There were several obvious creases from forceful pulling, even marks from being grabbed.

This was definitely not something left from normal removal!

Thinking of Ouyang Xianyue's bare legs, slightly flushed cheeks, and loosened hair in the corridor just now...

Then thinking of what Secretary Chen said to her in the restaurant...

Xu Qing's brain exploded with a "buzz."

All the clues formed a perfect closed loop at this moment.

She abruptly raised her head, looking at her own reflection in the mirror.

Her expression slowly cracked.

Her mind automatically began playing increasingly outrageous scenarios—

《Shock! The Forbidden Love Between a Billionaire Widow and a Younger Domineering CEO!》

《Elegant Betrayal: The Other Side of the Precision Queen》

《The Noble Lady's Secret Affair: From Kindred Spirit to Knowing "Each Other"》

Xu Qing covered her mouth, her whole body stiffening in place.

(QIQ) !!!

It's over.

I think... I've discovered a shocking, earth-shattering secret!