I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the gossip post seemed detailed and convincing—
【Jing City Shocked by 88 Million Supercar, One of Only 7 in the World—Owner Turns Out to Be…】
Zhuang Xiao thought of herself, how she had exhausted every trick to please her boyfriend just to coax him into gifting her a car.
Yet Sang Lu had quietly climbed her way into the upper echelons of the elite?
How was that possible?
And how could it be allowed?
Since childhood, Zhuang Xiao had always compared herself to Sang Lu, determined to outshine her.
Now, her heart felt as if it were being gnawed by venomous insects.
Zhuang's Mother didn’t look pleased either. The thought of her daughter being overshadowed by Lin Yueyin’s child darkened her expression. She drawled mockingly,
"Did the Sang family’s ancestors strike gold?"
"Wait, something’s off," Zhuang Xiao narrowed her eyes. "Sang Lu sneaked into that car like she didn’t want anyone to know. There’s definitely something fishy."
Zhuang's Mother raised a brow. "Oh?"
Zhuang Xiao recalled a news story she’d seen before and analyzed,
"Wasn’t there that scandal about a driver pretending to be a tycoon, using his boss’s car to chase women? Maybe…"
"Xiao, you’re so sharp!" Zhuang's Mother brightened. "It must be just like in the news. Sang Lu probably found out the guy was just a driver but didn’t want to admit it. She’s flaunting someone else’s car to save face."
Zhuang Xiao nodded. "Exactly."
Even if—just hypothetically—Sang Lu was really involved with someone from the prestigious Feng family, it had to be some shady, under-the-table affair.
The kind where she’d be seen as a plaything.
Otherwise, why all the secrecy?
Though she said it with conviction, doubt still gnawed at her.
Zhuang Xiao decided she needed to confirm it face-to-face.
After a moment of scheming, she smirked and declared,
"I’m going for a spa near the TV station tomorrow anyway. I’ll drop by and ‘casually’ chat with Sang Lu. She’ll spill everything."
"Perfect!" Zhuang's Mother nodded approvingly. "Sang Lu’s never been as sharp-tongued as you. She won’t be able to keep her mouth shut."
Zhuang Xiao scoffed. "She’s nowhere near as clever as me. Just wait—I’ll get to the bottom of this."
---
Meanwhile.
Jing City TV Station.
Sang Lu stepped out after her shift.
Her phone suddenly rang—an unknown number.
Due to the nature of her work, she never ignored unfamiliar calls. It could be a potential collaborator.
She answered.
Instantly, a lazy, infuriating voice crackled through the receiver.
"Hey, I got your crappy watch back. When’s a good time to return this junk to you?"
"..." Sang Lu paused.
That insufferable tone.
It could only be Feng Yi, Feng Yan’s bratty younger brother.
Just from his voice, she could picture him raising an eyebrow smugly.
On the other end of the line, Feng Yi lounged with his legs crossed.
Annoyed by her silence, he impatiently raised a brow and pressed,
"Hello?… Hey?…"
"Sis-in-law? Phone broken? Can’t hear me?"
Sang Lu took a deep breath and cut straight to the point.
"I can spare fifteen minutes after lunch tomorrow. 1:30 PM. Meet me at the corner across from the TV station. Don’t come inside."
"?" Feng Yi frowned in confusion.
Was he some kind of eyesore?
Why the emphasis on waiting across the street?
Since when was a TV station some high-security zone he, the second young master of the Feng family, couldn’t enter?
"And," Sang Lu added before he could protest, "wear a hat."
"???" Feng Yi’s face darkened like ink. "Why the hell would I wear a hat? And why should I listen to you?"
This woman had married into the Feng family through an arranged childhood engagement. Calling her "sis-in-law" was already a courtesy.
She shouldn’t push her luck.
Sang Lu hesitated.
Why?
Wasn’t it obvious?
Because his reputation as a spoiled, troublemaking rich kid was infamous in Jing City’s elite circles.
Too recognizable.
Anyone remotely familiar with high-society gossip would spot him instantly.
She didn’t want the hassle of explanations.
But she couldn’t say that outright.
"Oh~ Why else?" Sang Lu chuckled lightly, shifting gears. "Because the sun’s gonna be brutal tomorrow."
Feng Yi, "???" Huh?
What kind of nonsense was that?
He couldn’t follow her logic.
Was she mentally unstable?
"And it’s not just about you getting sunburned," Sang Lu continued, her tone deceptively calm but laced with threat. "If someone recognizes you and word gets back to your brother, and he finds out you crashed his—"
"Alright, alright, got it." Feng Yi cut her off with an irritated flick of his brow.
Of course. She’d immediately weaponized his older brother against him.
"Such a pain. Bye."
Beep—
The call ended abruptly.
Sang Lu smirked at the darkened screen.
Hah…
Kid…
Now that she wasn’t shackled by the brain-dead plot, handling a bratty younger brother like him was child’s play.
She was unstoppable now.
Too clever for her own good.
---
The next day.
Noon.
Sang Lu sacrificed her lunch break, donned a cap, and arrived at the street corner opposite the TV station.
The clock struck 1:30 PM.
Whoosh—
A sleek black convertible screeched to a halt in front of her.
Feng Yi, clad in a black leather jacket and sporting a tousled undercut, stepped out.
True to his word (barely), he had the hood of his sweatshirt half-heartedly pulled up—more of an afterthought than an actual disguise.
Yet, he still stuck out like a sore thumb.
With a cocky lift of his brow, he greeted her lazily.
"Sis-in-law."
Sang Lu: "..." What’s with the attitude?
She reminded herself: Violence isn’t the answer. Hold back.
Then it hit her—Feng Yi was one of the male leads in this story.
She was baffled.
Seriously?
This scowling, rebellious rich kid who talked back ten times for every word spoken…
Who burned through money before learning how to earn it…
Would the female lead really fall for someone like that?
Unfathomable.
As his sister-in-law, she found him thoroughly irritating.
Just an ill-mannered brat.
Younger brothers should know their place.
If Feng Yi were her actual brother, she’d have raised him to be polite and obedient.
Someone like him clearly hadn’t been beaten down by life enough. That’s why he was all sharp edges.
Wait a second—
Sang Lu’s gaze suddenly froze.
Her eyes locked onto the pampered, clueless young master in front of her.
Fragments of that prophetic dream flashed through her mind.
—Feng Yi and Feng Bai both fell for Qiao Xi. When Feng Yi discovered that the phone charm Qiao Xi gave him was identical to one she’d also given Feng Bai, he stormed off in his car, speeding recklessly up the mountain in a rainstorm to vent his fury.
And then…
Sang Lu murmured unconsciously,
"And then… a landslide. Crushed by falling rocks. His leg—"
Feng Yi waved a hand in front of her face.
"Sis-in-law? What the hell are you mumbling about?"
