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Hai Tang hung up the phone, a barely noticeable smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
She turned to look at Yu Baixue, her gaze filled with a hint of provocation, like a leopard locking onto its prey.
Yu Baixue's smile froze on her face; she hadn't expected Jing Yu to actually show up. The confidence she once had began to waver, as if the carefully laid trap had suddenly malfunctioned.
The live stream's chat exploded once more, bubbling over like a pot of boiling oil, crackling with excitement.
"Wow, is Jing Yu really coming?"
"I can't wait to see Jing Yu!"
"Hai Tang is amazing! She actually got Jing Yu to come!" The audience's enthusiasm was ignited, and they were filled with anticipation for the impending climax.
A sense of secret satisfaction surged within Hai Tang, an indescribable thrill washing over her. She wanted Yu Baixue to see that she was not someone to be easily bullied. She was no soft persimmon to be squeezed at will; in this live stream, she would make Yu Baixue lose face!
She began preparing the ingredients, her movements graceful and practiced, like a skilled dancer performing on the stage of a kitchen. The knife danced lightly on the cutting board, producing a crisp rhythm that seemed to herald the victory that was soon to come.
Yu Baixue stood nearby, her expression dark as storm clouds before a tempest. Her eyes burned with jealousy and resentment, like two flames eager to consume Hai Tang.
She had originally intended to use this opportunity to humiliate Hai Tang but found herself outmaneuvered instead. The trap she had meticulously planned had turned into a cage that ensnared her. This feeling of losing control infuriated her, like a beast stripped of its claws and fangs, helplessly watching its prey escape.
Taking a deep breath, she struggled to suppress her inner fury, reminding herself to stay calm. She could not afford to lose composure in front of the camera; maintaining an elegant image was her last line of defense—one that must not be breached.
The host timely interjected, steering the conversation in an attempt to ease the tension.
"Both guests are diligently preparing their ingredients; it looks like tonight's dinner will be absolutely delicious." The host's voice was gentle and magnetic, trying to soothe the charged atmosphere in the room.
“Miss Yu, I’ve heard that you have a great relationship with the Song Group. Could you share a bit about it with us?” The host shifted the topic towards Yu Baixue, attempting to divert the audience's attention.
Yu Baixue forced a smile, as if she were stretching a crack across her face. “Actually, there’s nothing special about it; I just know some friends,” she downplayed intentionally, not wanting Hai Tang to seize any opportunity against her. Her words carried a hint of feigned modesty, trying to mask her inner pride.
Meanwhile, Hai Tang was chopping vegetables, listening to their conversation with a cold smile in her heart. She brought the knife down heavily on the cutting board, producing a dull thud that seemed to release her inner dissatisfaction.
Yu Baixue, do you think this will cover up your ambitions? Do you really believe Jing Yu will be fooled by you? Hai Tang questioned Yu Baixue in her mind, feeling disgusted by Yu Baixue's hypocrisy. She knew that Yu Baixue's facade would eventually be exposed.
She quickened her movements, the knife flashing like a silver snake dancing through the air. She wanted to finish preparing the dishes quickly and wait for the show to unfold. She was eager to witness the moment when Yu Baixue's lies would be revealed; she wanted Yu Baixue to pay for her actions.
In the barrage of comments, viewers compared the backgrounds of the two guests as if they were two boxers fiercely clashing in the ring.
“Hai Tang’s background seems quite ordinary; she can’t compare to Yu Baixue at all.”
“Yeah, Yu Baixue is a socialite, while Hai Tang is just an ordinary actress.”
“It looks like Hai Tang is going to lose this time.” The audience's comments surged like a tide, with skepticism and negativity towards Hai Tang dominating.
Hai Tang saw these comments but paid them no mind; she brushed them off like dust from her shoulders.
She knew these were just Yu Baixue’s fans deliberately stirring things up. She wouldn’t let these remarks affect her; she needed to focus on her goal. She believed that true strength surpassed all rumors and gossip.
She had to win; she had to prove herself. This was not only for her own sake but also for those who had always supported her. She would use her strength to silence those who doubted her.
Yu Baixue glanced at the comments, a smug smile creeping onto her lips, like a general confident of victory watching her army advance with unstoppable momentum.
She understood that the power of public opinion was formidable. She intended to use it to crush Hai Tang and ensure she lost any chance of turning things around.
The host continued to steer the conversation, "Both guests are preparing the same dish today. It seems that great minds think alike." There was a hint of surprise in the host's voice, laying the groundwork for the impending conflict.
Yu Baixue immediately chimed in, "This dish is Jing Yu's favorite. I often make it for him." She deliberately emphasized the word "often," hinting at her special relationship with Jing Yu. Her tone carried a touch of pride, as she attempted to showcase her superiority in front of Hai Tang.
Hai Tang remained silent. She neither refuted nor explained; instead, she quietly focused on her cooking, her gaze steady and calm, like a seasoned chess player waiting for the perfect moment to make her move.
She knew that the truth would eventually come to light. She intended to let Yu Baixue reap what she had sown, making her pay for her words.
As time ticked by, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, like a bowstring drawn tight, ready to snap at any moment.
Yu Baixue occasionally glanced toward the door, her eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety, akin to a prisoner awaiting judgment—eager for the outcome yet fearful of the final verdict.
She hoped Jing Yu would arrive soon so she could flaunt her connection in front of Hai Tang and make her completely submit to her.
In contrast, Hai Tang appeared remarkably calm. She seemed unconcerned about whether Jing Yu would come or not. She concentrated on her culinary tasks as if everything outside was irrelevant to her, resembling a monk who had practiced for many years, with a heart as still as water, unperturbed by external distractions.
Suddenly, the restaurant door swung open.
A tall and upright figure appeared in the doorway.
It was Jing Yu.
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