After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 57: Lost Wedding Ring
Sang Jiuyue sat on the sofa, looking at Chu Ling's departing back with cold eyes, as if her eyes could penetrate his body and see the stupidity and weakness deep in his heart. Chu Ling seemed to be unable to suppress his excitement any longer, and suddenly stood up from the sofa, picked up his phone and hurried to the door, muttering: "I have to get ready, this is a big deal." His steps were anxious and flustered, as if he was overwhelmed by happiness, and he did not notice the changes in Sang Jiuyue's eyes at all.

Sang Jiuyue folded her hands in front of her chest, tapping her arms rhythmically with her fingers, her eyes flashing with calculation. "Chu Ling, Chu Ling, I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect that you are just like this when it comes to love. Being manipulated so easily will definitely be a problem in the future." She thought silently in her heart, recalling Chu Ling's embarrassing appearance when he was abandoned by his girlfriend to go abroad, but now he is ecstatic just because the other party said "Let's get married", completely ignoring the pain he had suffered. This made her heart full of disdain and ridicule: "It's really ridiculous. Love can really turn people into complete fools."

Sang Jiuyue has always only cooperated with the strong, pursuing a stable combination of interests and power, and now Chu Ling's appearance obviously no longer meets her standards for a partner. "Forget it, since you have become someone else's weakness, don't blame me for being cruel. From now on, you are just a chess piece with some value to me." Her eyes became more and more determined, and she had redefined the position for Chu Ling in her heart. The trace of admiration and jealousy she once had disappeared without a trace, replaced by various calculations on how to use Chu Ling to achieve her own goals.

The setting sun was as red as blood, painting the city streets with a dim and ambiguous color. The mottled light and shadows intertwined into complex patterns on the walls and the ground, casting a mysterious and ominous veil over the secret transaction that was about to unfold.

Sang Jiuyue was like a frightened hare, running hurriedly and frantically through the shadows on the street. She was wearing a large black windbreaker, the hem of which swayed violently with her steps, like a black wing struggling in the dark. The black baseball cap on her head, which was pulled down to the tip of her eyebrows, almost completely covered her forehead. A few strands of disobedient hair slipped out from under the brim of the hat and fluttered in the wind. A pair of oversized sunglasses rested on her high nose bridge, and the eyes behind the lenses scanned the surroundings vigilantly, like a cheetah lurking in the grass, always on guard against unknown dangers. A dark gray headscarf was tightly wrapped around her neck, covering most of her face tightly, revealing only her small and tight chin, and her lips slightly pursed due to nervousness.

Arriving at the cold and hard black car parked at the corner, Sang Jiuyue stopped and looked around alertly. Her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and her knuckles turned white due to the force, showing her extreme nervousness. After making sure that no one was following her, she crouched down, opened the door as quickly as possible, and slipped into the car sideways. Her movements were done in one go, for fear of being discovered by others.

The car was filled with the smell of old leather and pungent tobacco, which mixed together to form a nauseating smell. In the dim light, only the indicator lights on the dashboard flashed a faint and strange light, reflecting the blurred faces of the two people in the car. The gangster sitting in the driver's seat was like a towering black mountain. He was wearing a worn but intimidating black leather jacket. The tattoos on his collar were like venomous snakes, looming with his movements. The scar on his face that extended from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth looked particularly hideous and terrifying in the dim light, as if it was a mark of being kissed by a demon, telling of his bloody and brutal past.

"How's it going?" The gangster turned around, his voice was like an old bellows being pulled with difficulty, low, hoarse and full of impatience. The pair of eyes deep in the eye sockets, like two balls of charcoal burning in the dark, emitting a fierce and greedy light, staring straight at Sang Jiuyue, as if he wanted to see through her.

Sang Jiuyue took off her sunglasses tremblingly, revealing a pair of eyes full of anxiety and calculation. She leaned forward slightly, rubbing her hands on her knees nervously, and lowered her voice very low, with a hint of imperceptible flattery and eagerness: "Hei Boss, Chu Ling is about to marry that woman. This is a great opportunity given to us by God! He is now completely infatuated with love, and his heart and eyes are full of that woman and child. This is his most fatal weakness. Think about it, as long as we firmly control this point, are we afraid that we can't control him? By then, the huge power of the Chu family will have to obey our orders, and your status in this area will definitely be at its peak, and no one can match it." At this point, her eyes flashed with a hint of fanatical excitement, but it was quickly covered up by reason, and replaced by a hint of awe and temptation towards Hei Boss.

After hearing what Sang Jiuyue said, the gangster was stunned for a moment, as if he was digesting the news. Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mouthful of yellowed and uneven teeth smoked by cigarettes, and he sneered with a creepy smugness: "Hmph, good! Chu Ling looks quite smart on weekdays, but I didn't expect that he is a complete idiot in terms of feelings." As he spoke, he slapped the steering wheel hard, and the dull sound echoed in the small car, as if it was a declaration of his inflated ambition. "You keep keeping a close eye on him, and report to me immediately if there is any movement, even if he farts, understand?" He turned his head and glared at Sang Jiuyue again with his sharp eyes like a hawk, and the warning in his eyes was self-evident.

Sang Jiuyue seemed to be burned by the look, her body trembled violently, and she nodded vigorously and said: "Don't worry, Black Boss, I will do it. This time, we will definitely succeed. As long as I follow you, I have confidence." Her voice trembled slightly, with both fear of Black Boss and worry about the uncertainty of the future, but more of a desperate determination. After speaking, she leaned back in the chair, took a long breath, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised an imperceptible arc, as if she was proud of her plan, but a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in the depths of her eyes. After all, cooperating with a man like Black Boss is undoubtedly dancing on the edge of a cliff, and she will be crushed to pieces if she is not careful, but at this time she has been blinded by desire. In order to achieve her goal, she has no way back and can only go further and further on this dangerous road.

With the dull slam of the car door, the car slowly drove into the dark street. The rustling sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground seemed like its heavy sigh. The taillights of the car flickered a faint red light in the night, like two ghostly eyes, gradually blurring until they completely disappeared at the end of the night, leaving only a dead silence of darkness, as if it was the silent curse of this conspiracy, foreshadowing the upcoming chaos and danger.

Engagement Party

On the day of the engagement banquet, the hotel was decorated luxuriously and romantically. The dazzling crystal chandeliers cast their light like stars falling on earth, illuminating the entire banquet hall. Large golden curtains were hung on the walls of the hall, and a thick red carpet was spread on the floor. Both sides of the red carpet were filled with gorgeous flowers, and the fragrant aroma filled the air, creating a dreamy and solemn atmosphere.

Guests dressed in finery arrived one after another. The men were dressed in suits and looked elegant, while the ladies were dressed in various evening gowns, looking radiant. They were either business elites or socialites, chatting with each other, and the sound of laughter and conversation was intertwined, making the place very lively.

Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, the bride Yi Shuqi appeared in her gorgeous attire. She looked like a princess from a fairy tale, wearing a white floor-length wedding dress that tightly wrapped her graceful figure. The wedding dress was inlaid with countless crystal clear diamonds and pearls, which sparkled brightly under the light, like the most dazzling galaxy in the night sky. The slim fit showed her slender waist to the fullest, which was amazing. The long skirt trailed behind her like a flowing galaxy, swaying gently with her steps, exuding a noble and elegant temperament.

Her makeup is delicate and elegant, with a light pink blush on her fair cheeks, like peach blossoms blooming in spring. Her eyebrows are as long and curved as two soft willow leaves. Her eyes are bright and lively, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky. There is a hint of mystery in her deep eyes, and her eyes are shining. Her long eyelashes flutter like butterflies, and every blink seems to be telling of tenderness and sweetness. Under her high nose bridge, her lips are slightly raised, and she is painted with a light bean paste lipstick, like a delicate rose petal, exuding a charming luster, which makes people want to kiss her. Her hair is carefully tied up into a gorgeous bun, with a crown inlaid with sapphires on it. A few strands of hair fall on both sides of her cheeks, adding a bit of playfulness and charm.

Chu Ling stood aside, wearing a black custom-made suit, the slim fit perfectly outlines his tall and straight figure. Broad shoulders, tight waist, and slender legs all show his masculine charm. The white shirt is matched with a black bow tie, simple and generous. His hair is neatly combed back, revealing a smooth forehead, sword-like eyebrows slanted into the temples, and his eyes are full of affection and admiration for Yi Shuqi, as if everything in the world no longer exists in his eyes, only the beautiful bride in front of him. When Yi Shuqi walked towards him, his eyes followed her closely, revealing a kind of obsession and intoxication in his eyes, as if he was cast a magic spell, completely attracted by her beauty, and the whole person was immersed in the joy of happiness.

In the eyes of everyone, they were undoubtedly a perfect match made in heaven. Guests gave their most sincere blessings, and applause and cheers echoed throughout the banquet hall.

However, in this joyful and peaceful atmosphere, Sang Shuwan stood quietly in the corner, with a hint of doubt and worry in her eyes. She was wearing a light blue evening dress, simple and elegant, with her hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her face was not overly made up, but it still couldn't hide her fresh and refined temperament. She always felt that Yi Shuqi's marriage this time was too hasty, like a sudden storm that caught her off guard. Her brows were slightly wrinkled, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, and she thought to herself: "Why did Qiqi decide to get married so suddenly? What is the reason behind this?"

Jiang Cimu stood beside her, as if he could see through her thoughts. He wore a dark grey suit and a royal blue tie, and looked mature and steady. He gently held Sang Shuwan's hand, giving her a touch of warmth and comfort. His eyes were firm and gentle, and he looked at Sang Shuwan and said softly, "Don't worry, Shuwan. Let's not act rashly, just wait and see. Maybe things are not as bad as we thought." His voice was low and magnetic, like the warm sun in winter, dispelling some of the haze in Sang Shuwan's heart.

On the other side, Sang Jiuyue was standing in the crowd, with a barely perceptible smugness in her eyes. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her curvy figure to the fullest. The neckline of the dress was very low, revealing a large area of fair skin. She wore a dazzling diamond necklace on her chest, which sparkled brightly under the light. Her hair was curled into big waves and draped over her shoulders. She had heavy makeup on her face, her lipstick was bright and eye-catching, and her eyeshadow was exaggerated and bold. She looked aggressive.

When she saw Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, as if she was laughing at their ignorance and naivety. However, when Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi approached, she immediately put away the mockery on her face, replaced it with a fake smile, and pretended to warmly wish them well: "Congratulations, Chu Ling, Miss Yi, you are really a perfect match." Her voice was so sweet that it was sickening, but her eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of jealousy and resentment.

After Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi passed by, the smile on Sang Jiuyue's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a soft sigh and a stronger mockery. She thought to herself: "Chu Ling, Chu Ling, you thought you found happiness, but you didn't know it was just a carefully planned scam. You just wait to be played around by Yi Shuqi, and then I want to see how long you can be proud." Her eyes revealed a kind of vicious pleasure, her hands clenched tightly into fists, her nails deeply dug into her palms, as if she was suppressing her inner anger and unwillingness.

The engagement party continued in a lively atmosphere, however, everyone had their own thoughts and secrets in their hearts. This seemingly beautiful engagement party was like an undercurrent surging under the calm lake, foreshadowing that a thrilling storm was about to come in the future.

The dressing room behind the wedding was a mess. The dressing table was piled with all kinds of cosmetics, the foundation bottle was overturned, the lid of the eyeshadow palette was open, colorful powders were spilled, lipsticks were lying in all directions, and the floor was scattered with used cotton pads, curling irons and a few strands of fallen hair.

Yi Shuqi wore a gorgeous white wedding dress, the skirt of the dress was huge and complicated, layered on the ground, and the tiny diamonds inlaid on it sparkled faintly under the light. Her hair was carefully tied up, and she wore a dazzling crown, and her makeup was exquisite. However, at this moment, her eyes were full of fear and helplessness, tears were rolling in her eyes, and her body was trembling slightly. She sat helplessly on the makeup chair, her hands kept groping on the dressing table, and she muttered to herself: "What should I do? Why did the diamond ring disappear? That was the wedding ring..." Sang Jiuyue wore a slim-fitting royal blue cheongsam, outlining her graceful figure. The cheongsam was embroidered with exquisite golden patterns, and her hair was curled into big waves, draped over her shoulders, looking very charming. She walked into the dressing room with a twist of her waist, and seeing Yi Shuqi's embarrassed appearance, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a barely perceptible sneer, and she said sarcastically: "Oh, how could the person in charge be so careless? Such an important thing could be lost." As she spoke, she casually fiddled with her hair with her hand, but her eyes wandered around the room.

Sang Shuwan was wearing a simple light pink bridesmaid dress, her hair was neatly combed back, and she had a concerned look on her face. She walked quickly to Yi Shuqi, patted her shoulder gently, and said softly: "Qiqi, don't worry, we will find it together." As she spoke, she began to search carefully on the dressing table, her movements gentle and quick.

Suddenly, Sang Shuwan's eyes fell on the makeup artist next to Sang Jiuyue. The makeup artist's eyes were evasive, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her hands were unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes. Sang Shuwan's heart moved, and she recalled the look that Sang Jiuyue and the makeup artist had inadvertently exchanged just now. The panic and guilt in that moment made her feel that something was wrong. She continued to observe calmly, only to see the makeup artist secretly looking at Sang Jiuyue, and Sang Jiuyue shook her head slightly. Neither of them spoke, but this subtle movement did not escape Sang Shuwan's eyes.

Sang Shuwan was furious. She looked straight at Sang Jiuyue and asked, "Did you do this?" Sang Jiuyue's face changed, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her arrogant look and denied it flatly, "Don't slander me. How could I do such a thing?"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the dressing room became extremely tense, as if the air had solidified. Yi Shuqi raised her tearful face and looked at Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue in confusion, not understanding what had happened. Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds began to gather, as if a storm was about to come, just like the tense situation in the dressing room that was about to explode.

In the most luxurious hotel in the city, a grand and luxurious wedding is being prepared intensively. However, the dressing room behind the wedding is now in chaos and tension.

In the dressing room, the light palely illuminated the mess. Yi Shuqi sat on the old dressing chair. The white wedding dress she was wearing looked a little messy at the moment. The layers of skirts were casually spread on the ground, and the originally delicate lace was now a little wrinkled. The tiny diamonds inlaid on the wedding dress flickered faintly and dimly under the dazzling light, as if they had also lost their luster due to the sudden change. Her hair was carefully tied up into an elegant bun, but a few strands of hair fell loosely on the side of her white neck. The dazzling crown that symbolized happiness and promise was now slightly tilted on her head, as if telling of the precariousness of this happiness. Her makeup was so delicate and perfect, her slender eyebrows were like a crescent moon, and the color of the eyeshadow was just right, making her big eyes brighter and more attractive, and her eyelashes were curled and thick, like two small fans. The bright red lipstick on her lips was so bright and eye-catching, but at this moment it was smudged with a few mottled marks by the tears that kept flowing out. It slowly flowed down the corners of her mouth and chin, dripping onto the lace of her wedding dress, leaving a small dark stain.

Her hands fell limply on both sides of her body, her fingers trembling slightly, her eyes staring forward helplessly, tears streaming uncontrollably, one after another sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her wedding dress like broken pearls. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her body swayed slightly, and she kept muttering to herself: "What should I do? How come the diamond ring is gone? It's the testimony of our love, it's the promise he made when he proposed to me..." Her voice, with a hint of trembling and despair, echoed in the quiet dressing room, making people feel pity.

Sang Jiuyue stood aside, looking at Yi Shuqi's embarrassed appearance, with a small but proud arc on the corner of her mouth. She was wearing a slim red cheongsam, the color of which was bright and eye-catching, like a burning flame, showing her curvy figure to the fullest. The cheongsam was embroidered with delicate and complex golden patterns, each flower was embroidered vividly, shining dazzlingly under the light, as if telling the owner's nobility and arrogance. Her hair was permed into big waves, and the black and shiny hair was softly draped over her shoulders, swaying gently with her movements. Her face was heavily made up, and her eyebrows were carefully trimmed and painted thin and long, like two willow leaves. The eyeshadow was a deep smoky color, which made her eyes look deeper and more charming, but what was flashing in her eyes was indifference and disdain. Under the high nose bridge, there is a pair of lips painted with bright red lipstick, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sneer. She snorted softly, the sound coming from her nose, full of sarcasm. Then, she took big steps, swaying towards the door, her high heels hitting the ground and making a "click-click-click" sound, each step was firm and powerful, as if announcing her victory to the world. The sound was particularly harsh in this silent space, like a sharp knife, piercing Yi Shuqi's heart.

Chu Lin stood aside, watching all this quietly. He was wearing a well-cut black suit, which made his tall and straight figure stand out even more. The white shirt was matched with a dark blue tie, and the tie clip was inlaid with a small diamond, which sparkled with a low-key and luxurious light under the light. His face was angular, his sword-like eyebrows were inserted into his temples, and his deep eyes were like stars twinkling in the night sky. At this moment, he looked at Yi Shuqi with full of care and pampering. His nose was tall and straight, his lips were beautifully lined, and the corners of his slightly upturned mouth were tightly pursed at this moment, showing his inner anxiety and uneasiness. Seeing Yi Shuqi so sad, he hurriedly walked to her side, his tall figure slightly bent, like a big tree that sheltered her from the wind and rain. He gently held Yi Shuqi's shoulders with his hands, which were broad and warm, and his fingers were slender and powerful. He gently pinched her shoulders, trying to give her some strength and comfort. His voice was low and gentle, like a spring breeze, with soothing power: "Qiqi, don't worry, I have a spare wedding ring. I'll ask someone to buy it right away." He stared at Yi Shuqi, his eyes full of concern and anxiety, as if at this moment, Yi Shuqi was his whole world.

Yi Shuqi cried even harder after hearing this. She shook her head desperately, and a few strands of her hair fluttered in the air as she moved. Her voice was choked with sobs and despair, and she said loudly: "No, this is the wedding ring we customized when we were in love. It is unique in the world, and nothing else has this meaning..." Her tears were like a flood that burst the dam, surging out, and she couldn't stop it. Chu Lin's heart suddenly clenched, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe. He stretched out his arms and hugged Yi Shuqi tightly in his arms. The embrace was warm and solid, like a safe harbor. His chin rested lightly on the top of Yi Shuqi's head, feeling the trembling and sadness of her body. His hands gently patted her back, one by one, with a steady and soothing rhythm, as if he was comforting a wounded little animal. He kept saying: "Qiqi, don't cry, we will definitely find it." His eyes revealed a firm determination, as if he promised Yi Shuqi that he would solve this problem no matter what.

Sang Shuwan stood aside, witnessing all this, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of worry. She was wearing a simple light blue dress, the color was like the clear sky, giving people a fresh and peaceful feeling. The style of the dress was simple and generous, without too much decoration, only a circle of white flowers embroidered on the hem, which looked particularly elegant. Her hair was neatly combed behind her head and tied into a ponytail with a light blue ribbon. A few strands of hair naturally fell on both sides of her cheeks, adding a touch of playfulness and cuteness. She didn't put too much makeup on her face, just a light layer of lipstick, which made her look very good. Seeing Sang Jiuyue's smug look when she left, she secretly said in her heart that it was not good, worried that Sang Jiuyue would have other small actions. A trace of vigilance flashed in her eyes, and she quickly followed without hesitation. Her steps were light and fast, like an agile deer, moving freely among the crowd.

Jiang Cimu had been standing in the corner, watching the situation silently. He was wearing a dark grey casual suit with a white cotton shirt underneath. His collar was slightly open, revealing his wheat-colored skin and delicate collarbones. He was wearing a pair of black straight-leg pants, which made his legs look straight and slender. His hair was a little messy, with a few strands of bangs casually falling in front of his forehead, covering his deep eyes, but it couldn't hide the worry in his eyes. Seeing Sang Shuwan chasing out, his eyes were stern, and a trace of worry was revealed in his deep eyes. He was agile and stepped to the door in a few steps, like a cheetah chasing prey. He followed closely behind Sang Shuwan, observing the surroundings vigilantly, scanning every corner like a radar, ready to respond to any possible situation at any time. His hands were clenched into fists and placed on both sides of his body. His knuckles were slightly white due to the force, showing his inner tension and uneasiness.

Outside the window, the night deepens, and the lights of the city flicker, like stars blinking in the night sky. In the distance, the road is busy, and the sound of car horns and the roar of engines interweave to form a noisy symphony. In the hotel garden, flowers are in full bloom, and the colorful flowers appear a little hazy and mysterious in the night. However, no one appreciates this beautiful night view. The farce in the dressing room seems to be just a small episode in this noisy city night, but it tugs at everyone's heartstrings. No one knows how many secrets and disputes are hidden behind this seemingly peaceful night, nor does anyone know what kind of thrilling story this lost diamond ring will trigger...

On the winding maze-like path in the hotel garden, the moonlight struggled to penetrate the layers of lush and dense branches and leaves, casting pieces of broken and dim light and shadow, just like a jigsaw puzzle that was torn apart and spread out on the ground in a mess, as if foreshadowing a conspiracy that was about to be revealed. The tranquility of the night was ruthlessly broken by Sang Jiuyue's hurried footsteps. Her fiery red cheongsam was particularly gorgeous and eye-catching under the mottled moonlight, but it also exuded a hint of strangeness. The cheongsam fits her graceful figure tightly. Every step she takes makes the slit of the cheongsam swing gently, revealing a small section of her white calf. The delicate and smooth silk fabric glows with a cold luster under the cold moonlight, just like the temperament she shows at this moment, cold and elusive, as if a layer of mysterious mist is shrouded all over her.

Her high heels ruthlessly hit the cobblestones, making a series of crisp and rapid sounds, like dense drum beats, each of which landed heavily on the ground, as if announcing her existence and dominance to the silent garden, or as if it was a cry from the collision of her inner anxiety and pride. The makeup artist beside her was like a frightened quail, following her footsteps timidly. He was wearing a plain black work suit, which looked even more dim in contrast to Sang Jiuyue's gorgeous cheongsam, as if he was a shadow completely swallowed by the night. His hands kept twisting and tangling in front of him, and the fingers that were grabbing the corners of his clothes became bloodless due to excessive force, as pale as the dead branches withered in winter. The dense beads of sweat on his forehead flickered faintly under the moonlight, slowly sliding down his thin and panic-stricken cheeks, dripping onto the stone road, leaving a small dark stain, as if it was the concrete manifestation of his inner fear.

Sang Jiuyue suddenly stopped her vigorous steps, raised her head slightly in an elegant posture, and the moonlight fell on her carefully carved face, which was like a work of art, clearly outlining her tall and straight nose and deep and charming eye sockets. There was a sly light in her eyes, just like the flickering, shrewd and cunning eyes of a fox in the night sky, full of calculations and conspiracies. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining an arc full of pride and arrogance, her blood-red lips slightly opened, and the voice that came out was low, but it seemed to carry a hint of chillness that could instantly freeze the air around her: "Once the wedding is over, if they don't get married, we'll find a chance to return the wedding ring. This is a custom-made treasure by Chu Ling, and it's very expensive. If he gets serious about it, we'll be in big trouble. So, be steady first and don't make any trouble." Her eyes were fixed on the makeup artist, as if warning him not to do anything disobedient, and as if confirming his absolute loyalty to her. That look was like materialized shackles, firmly imprisoning the makeup artist.

The makeup artist was frightened by her sharp gaze, which was as sharp as a substance. He trembled all over, and his body shook involuntarily. He nodded and bowed, and his head shook up and down like pounding garlic. His voice was obviously trembling, like the rustling of leaves shaking in the wind, weak but full of fear: "Sister Yue, I understand, but what if this happens..." He didn't dare to look directly into Sang Jiuyue's piercing eyes. He just secretly raised his eyes and glanced quickly, then lowered his head quickly like a frightened rabbit, and moved his feet back and forth on the ground restlessly, as if this could relieve his inner panic and anxiety.

Sang Jiuyue impatiently frowned her carefully trimmed, crescent-shaped eyebrows, which instantly twisted into an ugly pimple. The impatience in her eyes instantly turned into raging anger, like a volcano about to erupt. She glared at the makeup artist fiercely, as if her eyes could eat him alive, and interrupted him rudely: "Nothing will happen! Do as I say! If you dare to make a mistake, I will make sure you can't get into this business!" Her voice suddenly rose a few notes, sharp and fierce, echoing in the silent garden, startling a few sleeping birds perched on the branches, flapping their wings and flying into the night sky, disappearing into the vast night, leaving behind only a chaotic sound of birdsong.

Behind the bushes not far away, Sang Shuwan was like a frightened deer, quietly hiding in the deep shadows. She was wearing a plain and elegant light blue dress, the color was as clear and peaceful as the sky covered by thin clouds in the early morning, forming a sharp and strong contrast with the tense and suffocating atmosphere. The style of the dress was simple and generous, without too many complicated decorations, but there was a circle of delicate white flowers embroidered on the hem of the skirt. As her body trembled slightly due to nervousness, the flowers seemed to sway helplessly in the wind. She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to use all her strength to cover the exclamation that was about to come out, for fear that she would make even the slightest sound. Her eyes were wide open, filled with shock and anger. Those eyes, which were originally lively and gentle as water, were now like a blazing flame, burning with strong indignation and injustice towards Sang Jiuyue's evil deeds, as if an invisible force was gathering in her eyes, ready to burst out at any time.

Jiang Cimu was like a vigorous and upright ancient pine tree, standing quietly beside Sang Shuwan, silently shielding her from possible dangers. He was tall and upright, and the dark gray casual suit on his body looked more calm, restrained and mysterious under the cover of the night. The lines of the suit were smooth and natural, outlining his broad and strong shoulders and tight and powerful waist. The collar of the white shirt inside was slightly open, revealing a small piece of wheat-colored skin and delicate collarbone, exuding a unique charm and sexiness of a mature man. His hair was a little messy, and a few strands of black bangs fell casually on his forehead, but it did not affect his cold and handsome face at all, but added a bit of unruly and free and easy. His eyes were like the sharpest and coldest stars in the night sky, staring intently at Sang Jiuyue and the makeup artist in front of him. His fists slowly clenched at his sides, and his strong joints gradually turned white due to the force, as if he was accumulating a powerful force ready to erupt at any time, like a sleeping lion waiting for the best time to attack.

Sang Shuwan carefully took out her phone from her handbag, her fingers trembling like leaves about to fall in the wind, and finally pressed the recording button. Her eyes never left Sang Jiuyue and the makeup artist, and her eyes were firm and resolute, as if at this moment, she had transformed into a messenger of justice, silently thinking in her heart that she must record this sinful conversation in full, so that Yi Shuqi could see the ugly conspiracy behind it and give her the truth and justice.

Just as they were about to withdraw quietly, Sang Jiuyue, like a sharp and alert hound, suddenly noticed something unusual. She turned her head sharply, her eyes as sharp as two lightning bolts that pierced the night sky and instantly shot towards the bushes. Her face instantly became as gloomy as the sky before a storm, dark and frightening, as if all the light was swallowed up by the endless darkness behind her.

(End of this chapter)