That afternoon.
Su Qianqian had just finished an acting class, holding her water bottle as she walked through the quiet hallway toward the break room.
Just as she turned the corner, a figure blocked her path.
Lin Shu.
She wore a deep red dress with a slightly low neckline, her skin glowing like snow against the fabric, as stunning as ever.
But her eyes burned with undisguised jealousy and resentment.
Arms crossed, chin tilted up, she looked down at Su Qianqian with a smirk that was both mocking and cruel.
"Well, if it isn’t our company’s little newcomer?" Lin Shu’s voice was soft but laced with malice.
Su Qianqian lifted her almond-shaped eyes, meeting Lin Shu’s gaze calmly. Her voice remained soft, but the usual timidity was gone. "Sister Shu, do you need something?"
"Stop pretending!"
Lin Shu took a sharp step forward, her red-painted nails nearly grazing Su Qianqian’s face, her voice low and venomous. "Still acting like some innocent little flower?"
"Su Qianqian, do you really think I’m blind and deaf? That little affair between you and Gu Chengyu—you think I don’t know?"
She stared at Su Qianqian’s delicate face, now unbearably irritating in her eyes, itching to tear her apart.
"And what if you do know?"
Su Qianqian tilted her head slightly, avoiding the finger almost touching her cheek, her tone indifferent. "Sister Shu, you’re part of the past now."
"Let bygones be bygones."
"The past?" Lin Shu’s beautiful face twisted instantly, her voice rising. "You little bitch! What are you so smug about?"
"You think just because you climbed into his bed, you’ve won? What the hell are you?"
She took a deep breath, forcing down the urge to lunge at her, then suddenly forced a suggestive smile.
She leaned in again, her lips almost brushing Su Qianqian’s ear, her whisper laced with humiliation and insinuation. "Hmph, I know Chengyu’s tastes better than anyone. What he likes, where he likes it, how to please him best… I know it all."
"What would a virgin like you understand?"
She deliberately paused, relishing the way Su Qianqian’s body stiffened, then lowered her voice further.
"Why don’t you learn from me, hm? We could… share him?"
"Like that time in the yacht’s private room, wearing the skimpiest bikini, letting him hold you against… while he enjoyed himself."
"Or that night at Yun Que… when we… you know."
She painted vivid, scandalous scenes, trying to drag Su Qianqian down and provoke her.
"You have no idea, do you? That’s his favorite. And he’s got quite the stamina."
"Can you even handle him alone? Want me to teach you how to… satisfy him better?"
Su Qianqian’s body trembled slightly—not from fear, but from visceral disgust at the graphic descriptions.
She lifted her gaze, her clear almond eyes flashing with unmistakable revulsion for the first time, though her voice held steady. "Sister Shu, have some self-respect."
"That’s all in the past. Young Master Gu doesn’t like that anymore."
"Doesn’t like it?"
Lin Shu let out a derisive laugh, her eyes burning with spite.
"Su Qianqian, drop the act! That pure, innocent act of yours makes me sick!"
She stepped closer, backing Su Qianqian against the wall, her voice warped with malice. "How naive can you be? You really think he’s changed? That he’s playing some chaste little love game with you?"
"Dream on!"
"He’s never stopped contacting me!"
"Just the other night, he invited me out for a… reunion."
"Men like him—once they’re tired of bland little dishes, they always crave something… spicier."
She watched with twisted satisfaction as Su Qianqian’s lips pressed tight and her face paled slightly. "Don’t believe me?" Lin Shu smirked, pulling out her phone. With a few quick taps, she shoved the screen in Su Qianqian’s face.
She had sent her the name and address of a private room—Yun Que’s top-floor suite.
"Fine, words mean nothing."
"Tonight, Chengyu won’t be home early to keep you company."
Lin Shu’s voice dripped with venom and provocation. "He and I will be at Yun Que, in that very room… catching up."
She emphasized the last two words.
"Feel free to come see for yourself." She leaned in, her breath hot against Su Qianqian’s ear, mocking.
"Save yourself the delusion of acting like his one and only. That holier-than-thou act of yours is nauseating!"
She pocketed her phone, leaving behind a final, cutting remark: "Su Qianqian, you’re no different from me!"
"Just another plaything for Gu Chengyu’s whims!"
"All those years of pleasure between us—what are you? Just some opportunistic bitch who got lucky!"
With that, Lin Shu turned and sauntered away, the sharp click of her heels echoing down the hall.
The sound faded into silence.
Su Qianqian remained leaning against the cold wall, her head slightly bowed, long hair obscuring most of her face—only her tightly pressed lips visible.
After a few seconds of silence, she slowly raised her hand and unlocked her phone.
The screen displayed the location Lin Shu had just sent—Yun Que’s private room.
Her eyes lingered on the glaring address, her expression unreadable.
Finally, she locked the screen and slipped the phone back into her pocket.
When she lifted her head again, her face wore the unmistakable look of someone wounded and lost—like a helpless little bird drenched in rain.
Head still lowered, she walked slowly toward the break room, her slender figure appearing fragile and alone in the empty hallway.
