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Lightning continuously sliced through the sky outside, resembling silver snakes dancing wildly. I recalled what Long Qi once said: "On stormy nights, the terrace is always damp."
Where would Long Qi seek shelter from the torrential rain? Was he safe and sound?
Tossing and turning in bed, I got up and grabbed an umbrella, quietly slipping out to the top-floor terrace. The rain pounded against the umbrella, creating a dense patter.
I carefully felt my way along the terrace's railing and chairs; everything I touched was chillingly cold, yet it was a dry cold, devoid of any dampness. This unusual discovery left me slightly puzzled.
I returned to my room but found it hard to sleep, feeling that something was amiss. The rain grew heavier, thunder roared, and lightning pierced through the dark clouds. I opened the smart curtains to let in a breath of fresh air. The sudden downpour splashed into the room, droplets hitting the back of my hand with a sharp sound, and then it hit me.
Long Qi had deceived me. He had deliberately concealed the truth. With the terrace so dry, where did the moisture on him come from? The dampness I had felt on his clothes could not have been due to dew.
The only explanation was... his own blood. Could it be that he was injured while trying to protect me? What had transpired during the time I lost consciousness? Why had he said nothing about it?
He had stayed by my side all night, tasting food for me, chatting to ease my boredom, buying me milk tea, and lighting a lamp for me in the pitch-black night. Yet I knew nothing of his injuries. Where were they? How was he healing? These questions lingered in my mind.
Bodyguard... you... you fool.
A few days later would be Old Lady Song's eightieth birthday. Over the years, I had watched this Old Witch rise from Vice President of Song Group to Chairwoman.
Although the years have passed, her commanding presence remains undiminished. It seems that if the banquet is not extravagant enough or the spectacle not grand enough, it does not befit her supreme status.
I have always been reluctant to attend her gatherings, but this time, I find that there are benefits to such grandeur. In this setting, Song Moting will undoubtedly be surrounded by many bodyguards. Long Qi, will you also be hiding among the crowd?
I stand in the dressing room, carefully selecting an evening gown. For the first time in years, I am taking my appearance seriously. In the end, I choose a deep V-neck black dress that is both elegant and slightly seductive.
I put on the diamond necklace that Long Qi gave me and pin a sunflower-shaped brooch on my chest. The golden brooch stands out against the black dress, resembling a burning flame, dazzling and eye-catching.
This combination is sure to attract attention. I want to be the most radiant one in the room; can you recognize me at a glance? My mother was renowned for her beauty in the jewelry world, and I have fully inherited her looks. Dressed like this, the old lady will surely be displeased.
Sure enough, less than half an hour into the banquet, her gaze locks onto me. She opens her mouth to praise my glowing appearance before smoothly inviting me to come on stage to give a speech and entertain the guests.
The best speakers are present here, yet she chooses not to invite them and instead makes me—the “idle” Young Lady—speak in front of all the guests. To her, I seem nothing more than a laughingstock of Song Group, a pawn for her to manipulate.
Her methods of humiliation remain unchanged; it’s a pity for her that today I am here for Long Qi. Her disruption plays right into my hands.
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