After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 24: Prelude to Revenge

Sang Shuwan walked into the hotel with mixed feelings, including the pain and resentment of the family business's decline, and the resentment towards Lin Juanying and Mo Xiao, the crown prince of the Mo family. She bit her lower lip, her eyes revealing stubbornness and determination, and her carefully dressed face looked particularly cool under the soft lights of the hotel.

She walked slowly in the hotel lobby, and she caught a glimpse of Mo Xiao from the corner of her eye. She deliberately raised her head slightly, and put on an indifferent expression on her face, as if Mo Xiao was just an insignificant passerby in her eyes. However, her heart was beating violently in her chest, and every step she took seemed to be stepping on a tight heartstring.

She sat down elegantly on the sofa not far from Mo Xiao, crossed her legs, and gently adjusted the hem of her skirt. She seemed careless, but in fact she was calculating rapidly in her mind. She thought, since you, Mo Xiao, dare to do bad things behind my back, then I will not sit still and wait for death. I want you to know that I am not a lamb to be slaughtered. Even if the family business has collapsed, my dignity and counterattack have just begun. Her eyes seemed to be casually scanning the surroundings, but she was always paying attention to the movements of Mo Xiao. The turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm appearance could break through the defense line at any time and set off a thrilling contest.

Sang Shuwan was thinking to herself when a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked up and saw Mo Xiao's aggressive eyes fixed on her, with a wicked smile on his lips, full of ill intentions.

Sang Shuwan's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained as cold as ice. She moved to the side, trying to go around. Mo Xiao flashed and blocked her way again. "What's the hurry?" Mo Xiao's voice was low and frivolous. Sang Shuwan frowned slightly, disgust flashed in her eyes, she looked straight into his eyes and said coldly: "Master Mo, please be respectful, I have nothing to say to you."

Mo Xiao smiled softly, and the laughter echoed in the lobby, attracting the attention of the people around him. "Be respectful? You deliberately hang around me today, isn't it just to make me pay attention to you?" Mo Xiao took a step forward, and the distance between them suddenly shortened. Sang Shuwan could even smell the pungent smell of perfume mixed with alcohol on his body. Sang Shuwan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his nails almost dug into his flesh, but he still responded calmly: "Don't think about it, I'm here to do something, it has nothing to do with you."

Mo Xiao stared at her for a while, as if trying to figure out the truth of her words, and then said slowly: "Whether it was intentional or not, now that you have successfully aroused my interest, you still want to leave easily?" Sang Shuwan was secretly proud, knowing very well that Mo Xiao was difficult to deal with and would use any means necessary, but she had no intention of giving in, and a battle of wits and courage began in the hotel lobby.

Sang Shuwan's heart trembled, and a plan came to her mind instantly. The indifference on her face was quickly replaced by a smile that seemed shy but full of expectation. She lowered her head slightly, but her eyes secretly glanced up, biting her lower lip lightly, and she looked like a girl who was in a dilemma but mustered up her courage.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingers gently slid across her handbag, and pulled out an exquisite business card from it, her movements gentle and graceful. Then, she took small steps forward, leaned forward slightly, and handed the business card to Mo Xiao, with a hint of flattery in her gesture. "Prince Mo, actually... my attitude just now was a bit reckless. I have been looking for a strong partner, and how could I not want to get to know someone like you?" Sang Shuwan's voice was soft and gentle, like the whisper of a nightingale.

She looked at Mo Xiao with sparkling eyes, her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and her face was slightly flushed, as if she was embarrassed by her frankness. "This is my business card. If you are interested, we can have a good chat about cooperation. I believe we can definitely create different sparks." As she spoke, she blinked gently, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Mo Xiao was slightly stunned by this sudden change, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but more of pride. He reached out to take the business card, and touched Sang Shuwan's fingers intentionally or unintentionally, and the touch was like an electric current. Although Sang Shuwan felt disgusted, he did not show it, but pretended to be shy and shrank his hand. "Then I'll wait for your call, Master Mo." Sang Shuwan said, tilted her head playfully, and then turned to leave. Her high heels made a crisp sound on the marble floor, and every step swayed with endless charm, leaving Mo Xiao standing there, looking at her back thoughtfully.

In front of the gate of the villa, Jiang Cimu stood there straight, looking calm on the surface, but his unconsciously trembling fingertips revealed his inner anxiety. He stared at the door without blinking, raising his hand to straighten his collar from time to time, trying to make himself look calmer.

When he saw Sang Shuwan's car slowly approaching, Jiang Cimu immediately strode forward. Before the car had completely stopped, he reached out and grasped the door handle, his movements were quick and steady. As soon as the door opened, he immediately bent down and looked at Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of scrutiny, his hands firmly placed on Sang Shuwan's shoulders, his voice low and full of worry: "I heard that you met Mo Xiao today, did he cause you any trouble? Are you injured?"

Sang Shuwan got out of the car and was touched to see Jiang Cimu so nervous. She shook her head gently and comforted him with a smile on her face: "Cimu, don't worry, I'm fine." As she said that, she raised her hand to smooth Jiang Cimu's frown.

Jiang Ci Mu was not so easily reassured. He still looked at Sang Shuwan carefully, from her hair to the soles of her feet, and said seriously: "Mo Xiao is a very bad guy. I'm really afraid that he will do something bad to you. Don't hide it from me. If I am really wronged, I will definitely not let it go." As he spoke, he slid his hand down and held Sang Shuwan's hand tightly, as if giving her strength.

Sang Shuwan sighed softly, pulled Jiang Cimu to the villa, and whispered, "I have a plan in mind, you have to believe me." Jiang Cimu followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving Sang Shuwan, and he kept muttering, "You are too important to me, how can I not worry?" Jiang Cimu stood there, his eyes closely following Sang Shuwan's figure. Sang Shuwan turned to face him, opened her arms slightly, gently hugged his waist, and rested her head on his chest. Her voice was soft and firm, whispering in his ear: "Cimu, it's really okay, don't think about it." The warm breath brushed past his ears, with a hint of familiar intimacy, but it seemed to hide a hint of unspeakable alienation.

Jiang Cimu froze slightly, slowly raised his hands, and hugged Sang Shuwan back, unconsciously increasing his strength, as if he wanted to keep her. He lowered his eyes and looked at Sang Shuwan in his arms, his eyes full of complicated emotions, and he hesitated to speak.

After a while, Sang Shuwan loosened her arms, looked up and smiled at him. The smile was less playful and innocent than before, and more profound and mysterious. She turned and walked towards the villa, her steps light but revealing a different kind of firmness.

Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Shuwan's receding back, his brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to call out the "Mr. Fox" who was once so intimate, but in the end he just stood there silently. His hands hung limply at his side, and a bitter ripple appeared in his heart, and his thoughts drifted back to the past times full of laughter and intimacy. At that time, she always had a bright smile and called him "Mr. Fox" crisply, and each sound seemed to be the most beautiful music in the world. But now, that name seems to be sealed in the depths of time, gradually fading away, leaving him alone in the same place, feeling her changes, with both worry and care for her in his heart, and the loss and loss of the lost closeness.

Outside the villa, fine raindrops were falling like silver threads, with a blinding flash of lightning from time to time, followed by dull thunder. Jiang Cimu stood in the corridor, looking at the courtyard blurred by the rain, with mixed feelings in his heart, and then he raised his hand and knocked on the door of the study.

"Come in." Sang Shuwan's cold voice came. Jiang Cimu pushed open the door and saw Sang Shuwan sitting at the desk, the light softly shining on her focused face. Her eyes were firm and calm, and the pen in her hand was writing smoothly on the document, without any panic because of the thunderstorm outside.

Jiang Cimu approached slowly, his footsteps were particularly clear in the silence. Sang Shuwan looked up at him, nodded slightly, and continued with the work at hand. Jiang Cimu sat down opposite her, his eyes never leaving her, and said softly: "Wanwan, you have changed."

Sang Shuwan paused for a moment, raised her eyes and looked at him, a faint smile on her lips: "After going through so much, it's time for me to grow up. The changes in my family and the calculations of those people have made me understand that only by becoming strong can I protect everything I care about." Her voice was calm, but revealed her unquestionable determination.

Jiang Cimu looked at her, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart. The girl who used to throw herself into his arms in fear when she heard thunder, can now walk calmly in the wind and rain alone. "Yes, you have grown up and are able to protect yourself. But sometimes I still miss you in the past." Jiang Cimu's eyes were filled with a trace of attachment.

Sang Shuwan put down her pen, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the rain outside: "The past me is the past. The present me must fight for my own future and work hard for our future." Her back appeared more upright under the light, as if announcing her transformation and growth to the world.

Sang Shuwan turned around, eyes burning with anger and determination, and slowly walked back to the table and sat down, facing Jiang Cimu and began to tell the story: "Today I went to the hotel and deliberately showed up in front of Mo Xiao. Do you know? Back then, it was him who secretly did bad things behind my back and put me in a desperate situation. Not only did he bribe some of the company's senior executives, he also maliciously suppressed me in the business world and colluded with various forces to spread rumors about me."

Sang Shuwan unconsciously clenched his hands, his knuckles turned white, and his face flushed slightly with anger: "And Lin Juanying is just a chess piece in his hands. She only talked about it before, but since she got close to Mo Xiao, she has become more and more arrogant, making up rumors and framing me. The instigator of all this is Mo Xiao."

Jiang Ci Mu listened quietly, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of heartache and hatred towards Mo Xiao. He stretched out his hand and gently covered Sang Shuwan's clenched fist, wanting to give her a little comfort.

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath and continued, "I pretended to be interested in him today, gave him a business card and proposed cooperation. I just wanted him to let down his guard and think that I could be controlled and used by him. I want to get close to him and find all the evidence of how he harmed our family back then, and make him pay a heavy price for everything he has done. I will never forgive him, and he must be held accountable for his evil deeds!" Sang Shuwan's voice trembled slightly, and every word was filled with deep resentment and determination for revenge.

(End of this chapter)