After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 128 Contest
As the sun sets, the sky is dyed a gorgeous orange-red. Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu hold hands and slowly return along the way they came. They know that the wonderful experience of this day will be forever engraved in the depths of their memory and become a precious treasure that shines brightly in the long river of their love.

After returning home, Sang Shuwan couldn't wait to import the photos she took today into the computer. Looking at the photos that were full of laughter and sweetness, her face was filled with a happy smile. Jiang Cimu gently hugged her from behind and suggested, "Shuwan, let's print out these photos and make an album. When you look through them in your spare time, you can relive the beauty of today."

"Okay," Sang Shuwan turned around, eyes sparkling, "This album is called "Love Letters and Dreams", which records our love journey." In the following days, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu carefully selected photos and carefully designed the layout of the album. Each photo carries their deep affection, and each picture seems to be whispering their love story. They would argue for a long time about a playful expression of Sang Shuwan in a certain photo, whether it is better to make it a cross-page display or put it in the corner as an embellishment; they would also repeatedly consider the text to match the photo, striving to use the most appropriate sentence to describe the mood at the time.

After the album was completed, they often sat on the sofa and flipped through the album full of memories together. Looking at the satisfied expressions when tasting food in the cottage, the sweet looks when taking photos in ancient costumes in the ancient village, and the happy scenes when playing in the water in the mountain scenic area, their hearts were filled with warmth and touching.

"Shuwan, look at this photo. You smile so brightly. I will never forget it." Jiang Cimu pointed to a photo of Sang Shuwan laughing by the stream. Sang Shuwan looked at the photo with tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes: "It's because you are by my side that my life is so colorful."

As time goes by, the relationship between Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu becomes deeper and deeper. They explore more unknown beautiful scenery together and create countless beautiful memories, and the album "Love Notes and Dreams" is always by their side, quietly witnessing every touching moment of their love.

On a sunny weekend, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu came to the ancient village again. They were pleasantly surprised to find that the village had added several new scenes, with the old and the new blending together, showing a unique charm. Holding hands, the two strolled on the familiar path again, and the good memories of the past came to their minds like a tide. At this time, a traditional market was being held in the village, and the streets were lined with a wide variety of handicrafts and special snacks. Sang Shuwan was attracted by the exquisite wood carvings on a stall. The flowers, birds, fish and insects on the wood carvings were lifelike, as if they would jump out in the next second. Seeing that she liked it, Jiang Cimu bought it for her without hesitation. Sang Shuwan held the wood carving, smiled with curved eyebrows, and kissed Jiang Cimu on the cheek as a return gift.

"Ci Mu, I want to accompany you like this, through the years, until the end of time." Sang Shuwan stopped and gazed at Jiang Ci Mu affectionately. Jiang Ci Mu held her hand tightly and responded firmly: "Shuwan, the love between you and me will be like this ancient village, after years of baptism, it will become more mellow and deep, and will never stop."

The afterglow of the setting sun casts a long shadow on their figure. In this picturesque ancient village, their love story is still being written, singing all the way towards an endless and beautiful future.

Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu spent a day enjoying the mountains and rivers, and their spirits grew higher and higher. As the sun set, the afterglow like molten gold dyed the sky completely into an intoxicating orange-red, and the warm tones flowed freely, gently covering the whole world with a layer of dreamy gauze.

Sang Shuwan's cheeks were flushed with a charming blush from the daytime play, just like the beautiful peach blossoms blooming on the branches in spring, bright and charming. Her eyes were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, smart and bright. She looked at Jiang Cimu expectantly, and her voice was crisp and melodious, like a bird singing happily in the forest: "Cimu, you are so happy today, I want to dance for you."

Jiang Cimu's lips curled up slightly, outlining a gentle and affectionate arc. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling all the haze in the world. He said softly: "Okay, Shu Wan, I'm really looking forward to it. In my heart, everything you do is beautiful."

The two found a flat and open grassland, which was like a secret garden carefully created by nature. The flowers were in full bloom all around, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, competing for beauty, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers filled the air, penetrating into the nose, making people intoxicated. The breeze blew gently, and the flowers seemed to have received some mysterious instructions, swaying gently and rustling in unison, as if cheering for the performance that was about to begin.

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath, calmed her inner excitement, and then gently lifted the hem of her skirt, which slowly unfolded in her hands like a blooming colorful cloud. Her jade hands slightly raised, her posture was elegant, like a fairy walking out of a classical painting. With the gentle sound of the wind, her dance posture fluttered like a smart butterfly. At first, her movements were light and soothing, as if she was telling a gentle story. Her body was as soft as a willow branch, swaying gently, every time she raised her hand, every time she turned around, it was precise and graceful, her gestures showed her elegant temperament, as if she was integrated with nature, and it was hard to tell whether she was embellishing the scenery or the scenery was setting off her.

Jiang Cimu stood aside, completely attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him. His eyes seemed to be firmly attracted by a magnet, and he never moved away from Sang Shuwan. Watching her dancing, Jiang Cimu's heart was filled with indescribable love and emotion. This emotion kept surging in his chest, almost overflowing. He couldn't help but take out the jade flute he carried with him from his arms. The jade flute glowed with a warm luster under the gloomy sky, as if it was also looking forward to the music that was about to be played. He placed the flute on his lips and blew it gently. In an instant, a melodious and graceful melody flowed out. The sound of the flute was like crying and complaining, sometimes low and soothing, like a stream gurgling in the mountains, telling the deep affection in the heart; sometimes high and passionate, like a strong wind whistling through the forest, full of passionate love. The sound of the flute, the sound of the wind and the fragrance of flowers interweave together to form a wonderful and harmonious atmosphere, adding a dreamlike color to Sang Shuwan's dance and making the whole scene even more poetic and picturesque.

Sang Shuwan seemed to be inspired by the sound of the flute, and she became more and more devoted to the dance. She began to speed up the rhythm, sometimes spinning lightly, her body spinning quickly like a spinning top, her skirt flying up, forming a gorgeous halo; sometimes stretching her body, raising her arms high, as if she wanted to embrace the whole world, and as if she was confessing her deepest feelings to Jiang Cimu. Her face was always filled with a happy smile, and that smile was like the brightest sunshine in spring, illuminating the whole night. Her eyes were bright and focused, staring at Jiang Cimu closely, as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.

Time passed quietly in this wonderful atmosphere, and before they knew it, the night had completely fallen. The stars were like tiny gems inlaid in the vast night sky, twinkling, as if they were winking and blessing the beautiful moment of the couple. Sang Shuwan finally stopped dancing, panting slightly, her cheeks became more rosy because of the intense dancing, just like a ripe apple, delicate and beautiful. Her hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, but it added a different kind of charm to her.

Jiang Cimu also stopped playing. He slowly put down the jade flute, his eyes full of admiration and love. That look seemed to melt Sang Shuwan: "Shuwan, you are so beautiful. This is the most moving dance I have ever seen. Every move you make is like dancing in my heart. I will never forget it in my life."

Sang Shuwan walked lightly like an elegant little deer to Jiang Cimu's side. She gently held his arm and said softly with a hint of coquettishness: "Cimu, your flute sound is the most beautiful I have ever heard, and it complements my dance. Without your flute sound, my dance would not be so wonderful."

The two held hands, like two migratory birds, snuggling closely together, and walked to an ancient long building in the town. This long building has a long history. The years have left mottled traces on it, but it also gives it a unique charm. The building is made of ancient bricks and stones, and the moss on the surface tells the story of time. They slowly walked up the wooden stairs, and the stairs made a "creaking" sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet night, as if it was a unique movement played by the years. The building was quiet and silent, with only their footsteps echoing in the corridor. The sound was crisp and rhythmic, as if beating the beat for their love.

Climbing to the top of the building, the view suddenly opened up, and a beautiful picture slowly unfolded in front of them. The lights of the town were in full view, and the lights were flickering, like the Milky Way falling into the world, decorating the whole town warmly and romantically. The lights in the distance were dotted, blending with the stars in the sky, and it was hard to tell whether it was the lights on earth that lit up the night sky, or the stars in the sky that fell into the world.

Jiang Cimu gently hugged Sang Shuwan from behind. His embrace was warm and strong, as if it could protect her from all the wind and rain in the world. His chin rested lightly on the top of her head, their hair intertwined, and he said gently: "Shuwan, look at these lights, they are just like our future, full of hope and warmth. Each light is like a beautiful dream, waiting for us to realize it."

Sang Shuwan raised her head slightly and leaned in Jiang Cimu's arms. She could clearly feel his heartbeat, which was like a war drum, hitting her heart again and again. Her eyes were full of tenderness, and she said softly: "Well, as long as you are by my side, every day in the future will be so beautiful. No matter what difficulties we encounter, as long as we hold hands, we will definitely overcome them."

The two stood quietly, enjoying this peaceful and romantic moment. Occasionally, Jiang Cimu would whisper softly in Sang Shuwan's ear, his voice low and magnetic, telling of his love and vision for the future. He described the scene of their future life together, in a warm little yard, full of flowers that Sang Shuwan liked, where they would bask in the sun, drink tea, and spend every beautiful morning and evening together. Sang Shuwan would respond with a smile, her laughter floating in the night sky like a silver bell, full of expectations and happiness for the future. She would imagine that they would travel to more beautiful places together, see the beauty of the world, taste the delicacies of various places, and leave countless beautiful memories.

The breeze blew past, ruffling their hair, and under the light, a sweet and warm picture was drawn. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world seemed to be left with only them and their deep and passionate love. They were intoxicated in this beautiful atmosphere, enjoying their own world, looking forward to more excitement and happiness in the future, and letting this love continue to shine in the long river of time until eternity.

The sunlight, like broken gold, shines through the gauze curtains and spreads all over the warm kitchen of Sang Jiuyue and Shen Yichen. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flour and cream, which is the taste of happiness fermenting quietly. Sang Jiuyue wears a cherry blossom pink apron, and the playful ruffles sway gently with her light movements, like a smart butterfly. She stands in front of the cooking table, her eyes focused like the brightest stars in the night sky, staring closely at the mixing bowl in front of her, the electric egg beater in her hand spins rapidly, whipping the egg liquid and cream into dense foam, and the "buzzing" sound happily announces that a sweet feast is about to begin.

"Yichen, come here and take a look. Is the batter in just the right state?" Sang Jiuyue turned her head and looked at Shen Yichen beside her, with anticipation gleaming in her eyes. Her lively eyes were like the sparkling lake in spring, shining with dazzling light.

Shen Yichen was wearing simple white home clothes, with his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tight and healthy arms, which were covered with fine beads of sweat from his busy work. Under the refraction of the sun, they looked like tiny pearls. He had a gentle smile on his lips, which was like the warm spring sun, able to dispel all the haze in the world. He walked briskly, leaned over slightly, and carefully examined the batter in the bowl. His voice was low and full of pampering, as if every word was wrapped in honey: "Jiyue, this state is perfect, worthy of being my clever baby." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers gently pinched Sang Jiyue's pink cheeks. The action was so gentle that it seemed as if he was touching the most delicate petals in the world, for fear that it would be crushed with a little force.

Sang Jiuyue pretended to be angry and slapped his hand away coquettishly, but the upturned corners of her mouth could not hide her sweet smile, just like a flower blooming in spring. The two smiled at each other. The kitchen was filled with not only the sweetness of baking ingredients, but also the strong love that could not be dissolved, like an invisible but tough net that tightly entangled them. In order to share this sweet home life with fans, they set up their mobile phones aside and started a live broadcast. On the screen, fans' messages kept rolling like snowflakes, full of envy and blessings: "What kind of fairy love is this, too sweet", "I am so envious of you for showing off your love", "I feel that the air is sweet". Sang Jiuyue and Shen Yichen looked at these messages, and their smiles became brighter and brighter, like two sunflowers blooming to the extreme, and their interaction became more intimate. When mixing the batter, Shen Yichen would casually put his arms around Sang Jiuyue's waist and rest his chin on her shoulder, concentrating on the movements of his hands with her. His breath gently brushed over Sang Jiuyue's ears, making her feel slightly itchy and unable to help but chuckle. When adding ingredients, Sang Jiuyue would playfully dip her fingers in a little cream and gently tap it on the tip of Shen Yichen's nose, and then her silver bell-like laughter would echo in the kitchen. That laughter seemed to carry magic, making the whole space more warm and sweet, and every corner was filled with the factor of happiness.

Just as the cake batter was successfully poured into the mold, sent into the oven, and the time was set, Sang Jiuyue picked up the tablet computer aside and planned to take a break. She slid the screen casually, her fingers moving mechanically, her mind still immersed in the sweet interaction with Shen Yichen just now. Suddenly, a live broadcast push came into view-"Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu's romantic journey to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River". Sang Jiuyue's fingers froze instantly, as if she was cast under a spell, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. A hint of jealousy appeared in her originally bright eyes, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, rippling layers of water. She frowned slightly, and her two curved eyebrows twisted together at this moment, forming a small "Chuan" character. After hesitating for a moment, she gently clicked into the live broadcast.

In the picture, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu are strolling on the winding stone road of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. The sky in the south of the Yangtze River is as blue as a gem, pure without a trace of impurities. The leisurely white clouds are like cotton candies casually placed on the horizon, light and free, as if lazily telling the leisurely time. In the town, the white-walled and black-tiled buildings are arranged in a staggered manner. The mottled walls tell the story of the years. Every texture is like a mark of history, like a slowly unfolding ink painting, full of poetry and ancient charm. Sang Shuwan is wearing a light blue modified cheongsam. The exquisite tailoring perfectly outlines her graceful figure, as if it was tailor-made for her. The delicate Su embroidery on the cheongsam glimmers under the caress of the sun, swaying gently with her steps, adding a bit of gentle and moving charm, just like a Jiangnan beauty who walked out of the painting. Jiang Cimu was dressed in a white gown, with an upright posture and graceful demeanor. His every move showed his elegant temperament, as if he was a young man from an ancient noble family who had traveled through time. The two held hands, fingers clasped together, as if the whole world only had each other, and everything around them became the background of their love. They passed by an antique traditional handicraft shop, where the dazzling array of folding fans, embroidered handkerchiefs and other items were dazzling. Each one was like a fine work of art, exuding a unique charm. Sang Shuwan was attracted by a fan embroidered with scorching peach blossoms. She gently picked up the fan and fanned it slowly. The breeze blew through her hair, and a few strands of hair playfully stuck to her cheeks, adding a bit of charm. The sweet smile on her face was like the most beautiful flower blooming in spring. That smile was pure and brilliant, as if it could dispel all the darkness in the world. Jiang Ci Mu gazed at her gently, his eyes full of pampering and love, as if she was everything in his world and there was no room for anything else in his eyes.

"Hmph, how can they go to such a beautiful place and show off their affection so openly?" Sang Jiuyue couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, her tone full of jealousy and unwillingness. The corners of her mouth that were originally upturned now drooped slightly, outlining a lost arc, which seemed to be the embodiment of her lost emotions. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, as if she wanted to see through the screen, not to miss any sweet moments of Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu.

Shen Yichen heard the voice, walked over with concern, sat down beside her, and looked at the screen. He naturally noticed the change in Sang Jiyue's mood, reached out his hand, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and brought her into his arms, as if to use his arms to build a wall for her to resist negative emotions, and smiled and comforted: "Jiyue, don't worry too much, we also have our own unique little happiness. Moreover, when we have time in the future, we can also go to more interesting and beautiful places to create memories that belong only to us." His voice was low and gentle, like a spring breeze, gently brushing Sang Jiyue's heart.

Sang Jiuyue snorted softly and said coquettishly, "I know. It's just that seeing them like this makes me feel a little unbalanced. How can they enjoy their own world in such a beautiful Jiangnan water town and still get so much attention? Look at their fans' comments, all of which are praise and envy." Although she said this, her eyes were still fixed on the screen, watching Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu leaning over to feed the ducks swimming happily in the water by the stream in the town. The scene of the ducks fighting for food made Sang Shuwan giggle, and the laughter was crisp and pleasant, echoing in the air like a silver bell. Jiang Cimu looked at her from the side, his eyes full of tenderness and tolerance, his mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a doting smile, as if he owned the whole world as long as he looked at Sang Shuwan. The laughter of the two seemed to break through the boundaries of the screen and entered Sang Jiuyue's ears, making her jealousy more intense, like a small flame, burning more and more vigorously in her chest.

At this moment, a crisp sound of "ding" from the oven interrupted Sang Jiuyue's thoughts. She took a deep breath, tried to adjust her mood, put down the tablet, and stood up with Shen Yichen to take out the baked cake. The moment the oven door was opened, a strong hot air with the aroma of wheat and milk came to her face. The golden cake exuded an attractive luster in the baking pan, as if telling the sweet time they had just spent together, which was the witness of their love.

Sang Jiuyue looked at the cake, her mood gradually calmed down, and a smile appeared on her lips again, with a hint of relief in that smile, and also with the cherishment of the happiness in front of her. She turned her head to look at Shen Yichen, with love flowing in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Our cake is still the most fragrant. Let's go and decorate it well and make it the sweetest cake in the world."

The two returned to the cooking table again. Shen Yichen picked up the piping bag and concentrated on squeezing out delicate cream patterns on the cake. Each pattern was like his affectionate confession to Sang Jiuyue. Sang Jiuyue carefully sprinkled colored sugar beads on the side, adding a bit of childishness and romance to the cake. Those sugar beads flashed colorful light on the cake, just like the little happiness in their lives. Their interaction is still close. Occasionally, when their eyes meet, they will convey thousands of words, as if the whole world is left with only the two of them, and this deep and passionate love. On the other side of the screen, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu's journey to the south of the Yangtze River continues. Their sweetness and happiness are intertwined with the warmth of Sang Jiuyue and Shen Yichen's home. In different spaces, they jointly interpret the diverse forms of love, and quietly bury the foreshadowing of emotional entanglements, waiting for future stories to continue and resolve.

Sang Jiuyue and Shen Yichen happily recorded the cake-making process in detail with photos, from the warm interaction when they first stirred the batter, to the focused look when they carefully poured it into the mold, to the sweet moment of decorating the baked cake with delicate patterns and sprinkling colorful sugar beads. Sang Jiuyue sat on the sofa, her fingers swiping across the screen of her mobile phone, carefully selecting a few photos of the two interacting intimately and the attractive color of the finished cake. She squinted her eyes slightly, a confident arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she added a text full of happiness: "Today I made a super sweet cake with my dear, and every bite is the taste of love." Before posting, she had already seen the scene in the comment section full of praise for their sweet love, and she pressed the post button with satisfaction.

After posting, Sang Jiuyue leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and habitually checked her status. As her fingers slid casually, photos of Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu playing in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly popped up on the screen. In those photos, Sang Shuwan was wearing a flowing ancient-style long skirt, the hem of the skirt fluttering in the wind, and the embroidery on the skirt shimmering in the sunlight; Jiang Cimu was wearing a long gown with an upright posture. The two leaned against each other among the ancient bridge, flowing water, white walls and black tiles. Every picture was full of poetry and romance, just like a couple walking out of a painting.

Sang Jiuyue's smile froze on her face, her eyes suddenly changed, and jealousy instantly ignited in her bright eyes. Her pupils shrank sharply, and she stared at Sang Shuwan's brilliant smile on the screen, her teeth clacking, her hands unconsciously clenched, and her knuckles turned white due to the force. "Why... Why can they get so much attention and love?" She lowered her voice and squeezed out these words from between her teeth, her voice full of reluctance and anger, and with a barely perceptible tremor.

At this moment, Shen Yichen's phone suddenly rang urgently. After answering the call, his expression became solemn. After a few simple exchanges, he looked at Sang Jiyue helplessly: "Jiyue, the company has an emergency, I have to go over and deal with it immediately." After that, he hurriedly kissed Sang Jiyue on the forehead and told her: "Wait for me to come back, don't tire yourself out." Then he picked up his coat and walked out quickly. As the door closed with a "click", Sang Jiyue's pent-up emotions burst out like a flood.

She stood up suddenly, her eyes were fierce, and she threw the tablet heavily on the sofa. The screen collided with the sofa and made a dull sound. Then, like an angry beast, she strode to the kitchen. She stretched out her hand and pulled out the dishes in the cupboard one by one. With a "bang bang" sound, the exquisite ceramic dishes were smashed to the ground, instantly shattered into pieces, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor. She turned to the cooking table and swept her arms across, sweeping all the neatly arranged baking tools to the ground. The egg beater, scraper, and piping nozzle rolled everywhere, creating a mess.

Sang Jiuyue was breathing heavily, her chest was heaving violently, her eyes were red, and she looked around the messy kitchen like a madman. She sneered and muttered to herself: "Humph, it's just a trip to Jiangnan and taking some nice photos, what's the big deal... I will definitely not lose to you." At this moment, she began to think about how to create a bigger topic on social media, how to make herself and Shen Yichen get more attention than Sang Shuwan and others, and jealousy and unwillingness grew wildly in her heart, driving her into an invisible "contest".

Behind the hustle and bustle of the capital, the garden of the Sang Mansion should be a peaceful place. The sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the path, and the roses sway gently in the wind, exuding a rich fragrance. However, this peaceful scene cannot soothe the turbulent waves in Sang Jiuyue's heart. She sits on a stone bench in the garden, the embroidered handkerchief in her hand is unconsciously twisted into a ball, and her eyes are full of resentment and unwillingness.

Sang Shuwan, the elder sister who severed ties with the Sang family, is now the most popular in the entertainment industry. Back then, Sang Shuwan resolutely left the Sang family, and with her passionate love for acting, she plunged into the bottom of the entertainment industry. For countless days and nights, she repeatedly studied the script in a small, dim rental house. In order to fight for a small role, she ran around various crews and suffered countless cold eyes and rejections. But she gradually emerged with her tenacious perseverance and talent. From a small role with a few lines at the beginning, she gradually became the heroine of popular film and television dramas. Her name frequently appeared in the entertainment headlines, the number of fans skyrocketed, and advertising endorsements and film and television invitations came one after another, becoming a dazzling star in the entertainment industry.

On the other hand, Sang Jiuyue successfully started her acting career under the protection of the Sang family. In the early days, relying on the Sang family's connections and her own conditions, she also gained a certain amount of attention, starred in several works, and accumulated a group of fans. But she did not work hard to hone her acting skills like Sang Shuwan, but indulged in the entertainment industry's feasting and drinking, and lost herself in the world of fame and fortune. At an important awards ceremony, she was drunk and lost her composure, making a fool of herself on the stage, and negative news was overwhelming in an instant. In order to stop losses, the agency drastically reduced its resource investment in her, and fans also quit. Since then, her acting career has plummeted, and all attempts at transformation have ended in failure. In desperation, she can only retreat behind the scenes, relying on a little funding from the Sang family, and working as a small boss in a small entertainment company, struggling to maintain the company's operations. The company's funds are often tight, and employee turnover is frequent. In order to attract investment, she has to frequently go in and out of social occasions, and humbly please investors, but with little success.

Whenever Sang Jiuyue saw Sang Shuwan's unlimited glory on TV or on the Internet, the fire of jealousy would burn in her heart. She was jealous that Sang Shuwan could still achieve brilliant achievements after leaving the Sang family, jealous that she had a stable position in the entertainment industry and was praised and admired wherever she went, and even more jealous that she had a sweet and happy love. Sang Shuwan met and fell in love with Jiang Cimu, who also worked in an entertainment company. They had a deep relationship and soon entered the marriage palace. Their wedding was grand and luxurious, and many celebrities in the entertainment industry came to congratulate them. The wedding photos and videos were widely circulated on the Internet and became a hot topic. All of this was like a sharp knife, deeply hurting Sang Jiuyue's heart.

When Sang Jiyue learned that Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu were going to Jiangnan for their honeymoon, her jealousy and resentment got out of control. She hid it from everyone and set off alone to Jiangnan, determined to give Sang Shuwan a painful and embarrassing "surprise" on this honeymoon that should have been sweet and happy, so that she could experience the feeling of falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.

It was afternoon when Sang Jiuyue arrived at the Jiangnan town. The sun gently sprinkled on the ancient stone road, emitting a soft halo. There were not many tourists in the town, and occasionally pedestrians strolled leisurely, enjoying the tranquility. Sang Jiuyue dragged her suitcase and hurriedly shuttled through the narrow and winding alleys, with anxiety and determination in her eyes. Through the connections she had accumulated in the entertainment industry, she found out that Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu had stayed in a homestay built by the water in the town.

Soon, Sang Jiuyue found the B&B. She stood at the corner of the street and looked at the antique door of the B&B. The outer wall of the B&B was covered with green vines, and a few pots of beautiful flowers at the door added a bit of vitality. She saw a small dock in the backyard of the B&B, and a delicate boat was tied to the shore, swaying gently with the breeze. She guessed that Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu might take a boat tour of the water town from here, so she decided to find a place to stay nearby so that she could monitor their every move at any time.

After settling down, Sang Jiuyue disguised herself as an ordinary tourist, wearing a large sun hat and sunglasses, and quietly came to the vicinity of the B&B. After a while, she saw Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu walking out of the B&B hand in hand. Sang Shuwan was wearing a light blue cheongsam, with a graceful figure and long hair cascading down her shoulders, like a fairy in a painting; Jiang Cimu was wearing a white gown, with an upright figure and elegant demeanor. The two of them stood together very well, with happy and sweet smiles on their faces. Sang Jiuyue looked at them, and jealousy came over her like a surging tide. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost embedded in her palms, and she swore in her heart: "Sang Shuwan, your good days are about to end."

Sang Jiyue found out that Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu planned to participate in a traditional water village wedding experience event held in the town the next day. This event was specially held by the town to attract tourists. The newlyweds could wear traditional Chinese wedding dresses, take a flower boat cruise, and experience the ancient wedding ceremony. Sang Jiyue thought this was a great opportunity and decided to ruin Sang Shuwan's mood at the event.

That night, under the cover of darkness, Sang Jiuyue sneaked into the backstage of the event venue. The backstage was dim and filled with all kinds of traditional wedding clothes and props. She carefully searched for the phoenix crown and bridal robe that Sang Shuwan was going to wear among the messy clothes. Finally, on a hanger, she saw the gorgeous wedding dress. The red brocade was embroidered with exquisite golden phoenixes and peonies, and the jewels on the phoenix crown sparkled seductively in the dim light. Sang Jiuyue showed a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth, took out a bottle of super glue that she had prepared in advance from her bag, and applied it to the hem and cuffs of the wedding dress without hesitation. She thought to herself: "When Sang Shuwan puts on this dress, the glue will stick to her skin, making her look embarrassed in front of everyone. Let's see how proud she can be."

The next morning, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu arrived at the event with great expectations. They were taken backstage by the staff to change into wedding dresses. Sang Shuwan was delighted when she saw the exquisite phoenix coronet and bridal robe. She put on the dress carefully but suddenly felt a sharp pain. She looked down and found that the hem and cuffs were tightly stuck to her skin and could not be pulled off no matter how hard she tried. She panicked and screamed.

Jiang Cimu heard the sound and rushed into the locker room. Seeing Sang Shuwan's miserable appearance, he felt distressed and angry. The staff also gathered around, at a loss. Sang Shuwan tried to hold back her tears and stay calm. She knew in her heart that someone must have deliberately made trouble, and the first person she thought of was Sang Jiuyue.

Jiang Cimu comforted Sang Shuwan, and after they calmed down, they began to think about countermeasures. They found that the method of this incident was insidious, and it was most likely done by someone who was familiar with Sang Shuwan, and Sang Jiyue was the most suspicious. Although Sang Shuwan was very angry, he did not want to let this incident affect his honeymoon mood, so he decided not to call the police first, but to find out the mastermind himself.

With the help of the staff, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu changed into spare wedding clothes, walked out of the backstage hand in hand, and started the flower boat tour with smiles on their faces. Sang Jiuyue watched all this from afar, feeling very unwilling. She hid in the crowd, watching Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu board the flower boat, and slowly set sail with everyone's blessings. The flower boat moved along the river, and tourists on both sides cast envious glances. Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu stood at the bow and waved to everyone. The scene was warm and beautiful. Sang Jiuyue watched this scene, and the fire of jealousy burned again, and decided to find a way to make trouble for Sang Shuwan again.

After the flower boat parade, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu came to a waterfront restaurant for dinner. The restaurant was elegantly decorated with antique tables and chairs, and soft music flowed in the air. Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu sat by the window, enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window and the delicious dishes. Sang Jiuyue quietly followed them and wandered around the restaurant after seeing them enter the restaurant. She found that there was a back door in the restaurant kitchen, which was usually used for delivery personnel to enter and exit. In the kitchen, the chefs and helpers were busy preparing dishes. So, she sneaked into the kitchen while no one was paying attention.