After I died, they cried in the live studio

Night fell, its inky blackness like thick ink splashing freely over Sang Jiuyue's villa, which resembled a mysterious fortress. Inside, the light in the study shimmered like a flickering candle, shivering in the darkness. Sang Jiuyue, clad in a black robe, paced anxiously in the study, like a ghost in the night. Each step landed heavily on the floor, as if she wanted to vent her inner rage. She stopped abruptly, turned, and strode towards the desk, the crystal ornaments on the table swaying slightly with her movements.

Sang Jiuyue grabbed the mobile phone on the table and dialed the female assistant, almost squeezing out words from between her teeth: "Have you contacted the beautician named Lin Na?" Her voice was low and fierce, as if it came from the abyss of hell.

The female assistant on the other end of the phone was frightened by the cold tone and trembled all over. She quickly responded: "I've contacted her, Miss Jiyue. She has received the money and is willing to do as you ask." The female assistant was hiding in her small and messy rental house at the moment. The dim light reflected her pale and frightened face. The hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, and her knuckles were white.

Sang Jiuyue's brows were twisted into a knot, her eyes flashing with madness and determination: "Very good. Tell her to wait for Nancy and Sang Shuwan to go for SPA, and when the time is right, use the bottle of disfiguring potion to disfigure their faces. After the deed is done, she will definitely get a benefit; if it fails, she won't have a good life for the rest of her life." As Sang Jiuyue spoke, she clenched her fists, veins bulging on the back of her hands, and the light reflected her twisted and hideous face.

"Understood, Miss Jiyue, I'll pass it on right away." The female assistant's voice trembled, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and slid down her cheeks. After hanging up the phone, she slumped on the shabby sofa, her eyes full of helplessness and fear.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, inside a café called "Warm Sun," the warm and cozy atmosphere stood in stark contrast to Sang Jiuyue's. The decor was simple and inviting, with wooden tables and chairs exuding a subtle woody fragrance. Brightly colored paintings adorned the walls. Soothing jazz music flowed through the air like a gurgling stream.

Nancy and Sang Shuwan sat opposite each other, with two cups of steaming lattes on the table in front of them, the milk foam glowing softly under the light. Nancy was wearing a light blue dress, simple and elegant, like a touch of warm sunshine in spring. She gently stirred her coffee, and her phone screen suddenly lit up. After reading the message, she calmly handed it to Sang Shuwan.

Sang Shuwan was wearing a white shirt and a beige skirt, looking neat and tidy. She took the phone, frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes: "Sang Jiuyue is too much, she actually came up with such a vicious trick." After that, she picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, trying to calm the waves in her heart.

Nancy's expression was stern, with determination and confidence in her eyes: "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements. I met a reliable private detective before, and he happens to have an informant working in that beauty salon. I asked him to give him a heads up in advance, so that if Lin Na makes any unusual move, she can stop it immediately." Nancy leaned forward slightly, folded her hands on the table, her eyes flashing with wisdom.

Sang Shuwan let out a long sigh and a relieved smile appeared on her face: "Luckily you are here, otherwise it would be really dangerous this time." She reached out and gently patted Nancy's hand, her eyes full of gratitude and trust.

Nancy held the coffee cup and looked out the window with a determined look. The streets were busy with cars and pedestrians. "Sang Jiuyue will not succeed. This time, I will let her know that no matter how much she schemes, she can't fight against justice." At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone through the window onto Nancy, outlining a golden outline for her, like a messenger of justice.

Outside the coffee shop, the sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the interweaving of light and shadow seems to foreshadow that the battle between good and evil is about to come to an end. However, Sang Jiuyue is still immersed in her crazy plan, unaware that what awaits her will be a complete failure.

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the gauze curtains and shines into the reception hall of the "Flora" beauty salon. The marble floor reflects the soft warm light. Nancy and Sang Shuwan walk in, their Chanel suits blending in with the luxurious style of the store. Nancy's eyes seem careless, but she is actually keenly capturing the movements in every corner; Sang Shuwan pretends to be excited, with a perfect smile on her lips.

"Welcome, are you two here to make an appointment for SPA?" The receptionist had a sweet smile and a crisp voice.

Nancy nodded slightly, but her eyes passed the front desk and fell on Sang Jiuyue who was pretending to be busy in the corner. Sang Jiuyue was wearing a cleaning uniform, with the brim of her hat pulled down very low and a mask covering most of her face, but Nancy still recognized her at a glance.

Nancy whispered to Sang Shuwan, "Look, that 'little tail' is following us." Sang Shuwan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked understanding.

The two were led to the VIP room, which was filled with the soothing aroma of lavender essential oil and flickering candlelight. Nancy nodded slightly to the dark, and the men hiding in the hidden place quietly withdrew and prepared to act according to the plan.

Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the door of the private room. Sang Jiuyue walked in with cleaning tools in hand, lowering her head and speaking in a deliberately low voice: "Excuse me, I'm here to clean."

Nancy sat on the sofa, playing with the crystal massage ball in her hand, and said in a cold voice: "Sang Jiuyue, do you think this is interesting?"

Sang Jiuyue's body stiffened, and she slowly raised her head. A trace of panic flashed across her eyes, and then she turned fierce again: "Nancy, don't be complacent, today is your unlucky day."

Nancy stood up and walked in front of Sang Jiuyue with a playful smile on her face: "Really? I think today is your 'surprise day'."

As soon as the words fell, the lights suddenly went out and the room fell into darkness. Sang Jiuyue fumbled around in panic and screamed, "Nancy, what do you want to do!"

In the darkness, Nancy's voice came from all directions: "Don't be impatient, the fun has just begun." Then, all kinds of strange noises rang out in the room, including sharp friction sounds, low roars, and the rustling sounds of unidentified objects moving.

Sang Jiyue collapsed to the ground in fear, holding her head with her hands, screaming wildly. Nancy and Sang Shuwan turned on the flashlights on their cell phones to illuminate the room. They saw Sang Jiyue curled up in the corner, with messy hair and terrified eyes.

Nancy squatted down, shone the flashlight on Sang Jiuyue's face, and sneered: "Sang Jiuyue, didn't you want to plot against me? Why did you scare yourself like this first?"

Sang Shuwan also mocked, "With your little courage, you still want to fight with Nancy? You are simply overestimating your own abilities."

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly came on, and a group of people in strange costumes and scary masks rushed in and surrounded Sang Jiuyue. They held props and made all kinds of exaggerated threatening movements.

Sang Jiuyue completely collapsed and cried out, "Let me go, I won't dare to do it again!"

Nancy waved her hand and everyone left. Nancy looked down at Sang Jiuyue with cold eyes: "This is just a small lesson. If you dare to have evil thoughts again, the consequences will be a hundred times more serious. Get out!"

Sang Jiuyue tumbled out of the private room, her hair disheveled and her clothes covered in dust. She rushed through the lobby of the beauty salon, attracting everyone's attention.

Nancy and Sang Shuwan were in the private room, lying back on the beauty bed. Nancy said to the beautician, "Okay, we can start enjoying the real SPA."

The beautician smiled and nodded, gently applying essential oil to them, and the soothing music sounded again. This battle between good and evil ended with Nancy's complete victory, and Sang Jiuyue will carry this embarrassing memory with her, deeply understanding the price of provoking Nancy.

Sang Jiuyue wandered aimlessly on the street like a zombie driven by hatred. She was repeatedly plotted against by Nancy and Sang Shuwan, and her resentment was like a surging black tide, almost completely swallowing her. In her mind, the laughter of Nancy and Sang Shuwan after they succeeded kept echoing, and each laugh was like a sharp ice cone, piercing straight into her heart, shattering her remaining sanity.

Just as she was immersed in endless resentment, a bright and beautiful figure suddenly broke into her dim vision at the street corner in front of her like a beam of strong light. It was Yi Shuqi. At this time, Yi Shuqi was standing in front of the window of a top luxury store. She was tall and graceful. She was wearing a royal blue slim dress that perfectly outlined her figure. The hem of the dress swayed gently in the breeze, like flowing silk. Her long, smooth hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a few strands of hair playfully fell beside her fair cheeks, adding a bit of charm.

Yi Shuqi was concentrating on looking at the new limited edition bags in the window. The bags were unique and luxurious in design, shining with a charming metallic luster. Her eyes were full of joy and appreciation, and her mouth unconsciously raised a faint smile. This scene was like the most dazzling light in Sang Jiuyue's eyes, instantly igniting the burning fire of jealousy in her heart.

Sang Jiuyue's eyes instantly widened, bloodshot as she stared at Yi Shuqi, as if she wanted to devour her alive. At that moment, the jealousy deep within her heart was like a demon unleashed, raging wildly. She felt that everything Yi Shuqi possessed—her beautiful appearance, her elegant demeanor, her affluent life—should have belonged to her. If she could only crush Yi Shuqi and destroy her, she would regain her lost dignity and the power to control everything.

Yi Shuqi seemed to sense something, and was keenly aware of a malicious gaze, like a cold blade, stabbing at her fiercely. She subconsciously turned her head, and her eyes met Sang Jiuyue's eyes full of resentment. In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and the air around her suddenly dropped to freezing point. A strong sense of uneasiness arose from the bottom of Yi Shuqi's heart. But she had experienced various occasions since she was a child, and had developed a calm character. On the surface, she remained calm, but the alarm bell had already sounded in her heart. She clearly realized that the woman in front of her was like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, exuding a deadly and dangerous breath.

Sang Jiuyue's lips slowly tugged into a sinister smile, devoid of any warmth, like a demon from the depths of hell. Her footsteps moved gently, like a beast lurking in the shadows, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment, as she silently approached Yi Shuqi. "It's true that life is full of encounters, Yi Shuqi." Sang Jiuyue's voice was deliberately low, each word forced through gritted teeth. It was low and cold, as if wrapped in a thousand years of frost.

Yi Shuqi frowned slightly, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she responded without showing any weakness: "I don't want to meet someone like you. The sight of you makes me lose my appetite." After saying that, she turned around without hesitation, raised her legs and prepared to leave this place of trouble.

Seeing this, Sang Jiuyue's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. She stretched out her hand suddenly, as fast as lightning, and grabbed Yi Shuqi's wrist like a pair of pliers. Her fingers tightened hard, and her nails almost dug deep into Yi Shuqi's delicate skin, leaving a trail of white marks. "Want to leave? It's not that easy. We have to have a good talk today." Her eyes flashed with madness and determination, as if she had fallen into some kind of obsession that she couldn't extricate herself from.

Yi Shuqi struggled hard, trying to get rid of Sang Jiuyue's grip, but found that Sang Jiuyue seemed to be crazy at the moment, with incredible strength. Her wrist was so painful that she couldn't help but feel a strong panic in her heart. But she received a good education since childhood and had extraordinary courage. She pretended to be calm and said angrily: "You lunatic, let me go, or you will regret it!"

Sang Jiuyue not only did not let go, but moved her face closer to Yi Shuqi, the two of them were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath. She said viciously in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You are in my hands now, be obedient, or I will make you live a life worse than death, and let you experience the consequences of offending me!"

Yi Shuqi was thinking of a countermeasure quickly, her brain working fast. Suddenly, she had an idea, a barely perceptible light flashed in her eyes, a look of fear instantly appeared on her face, and she said in a trembling voice: "Okay...Okay, I'll listen to you, let me go first, you're hurting me."

Sang Jiuyue thought that Yi Shuqi was really frightened by her, and a sense of pride surged in her heart. The corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a twisted smile, and she slowly loosened her hand. At this moment, Yi Shuqi quickly raised her foot like an angry cheetah, and stepped hard on Sang Jiuyue's foot with all her strength. She put all her strength into this kick, and the target was accurate, stepping on Sang Jiuyue's toes.

"Ah!" Sang Jiuyue screamed like a pig being slaughtered, the sound was sharp and shrill, echoing in the street. She had never expected Yi Shuqi to suddenly counterattack, and subconsciously bent down to check her stepped foot. At the moment she bent down, Yi Shuqi took the opportunity to use his elbow to slam back into Sang Jiuyue's abdomen. This blow was also powerful and heavy, carrying Yi Shuqi's full anger and desire to survive.

Sang Jiuyue was caught off guard and was knocked back by the blow. She staggered and almost fell to the ground. She lost her balance and waved her hands in the air, trying to grab something to stabilize her body.

Yi Shuqi took this opportunity, turned around and ran away, as fast as an arrow from a bow. As she ran, she shouted loudly: "Help! There is a madman beating people! Everyone come to help!" Her voice was crisp and loud, and it quickly spread in the busy streets. Passers-by around heard the shouts and cast surprised glances. Some people stopped and looked at this side with a puzzled look; some people showed concerned expressions and wanted to come forward to help. Seeing this, Sang Jiuyue was angry and anxious, but she knew that she had no choice at this moment under the watchful eyes of the public. She glared at Yi Shuqi's gradually receding back fiercely, her eyes full of unwillingness and resentment, then turned around and disappeared in the crowd in disgrace.

This failure made Sang Jiuyue's hatred burn even more fiercely like a fire that was poured with oil. She secretly swore in her heart that she must make Yi Shuqi pay a heavy price, and she would never let her have a chance to escape the next time they met. At this moment, she was blinded by hatred and completely fell into a crazy obsession of revenge, preparing to plan the next more terrible conspiracy.

The night fell like a heavy black cloth, bearing down heavily. Yi Shuqi stumbled and sprinted towards the villa, the wind whistling in her ears, as if countless ghostly hands were pulling at her. Finally, the familiar outline of the villa appeared before her. Using her last bit of strength, she shoved the heavy door open.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, echoing in the empty villa. Yi Shuqi rushed into the house, leaning her back against the door, as if only in this way could she feel a sense of security. She gasped heavily, trembling with every breath, her hands tightly covering her chest, the sound of her heartbeat was deafening, and it seemed that it would burst through her chest at any time.

The warm light inside the house seemed so pale and powerless, unable to dispel the fear as thick as ink in her heart. The mirror in the entranceway reflected her disheveled appearance: her once delicate makeup had been smudged by tears and sweat, her mascara smudged, making her eyes look like two deep black holes; her hair was a mess, sticking wetly to her sweaty forehead; her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, like a wounded deer.

Her legs seemed to be deboned, unable to support the weight of her body any longer. She slid down the door slowly and finally collapsed on the cold ground. In her mind, Sang Jiuyue's hideous and twisted face was like a ghost that could not be shaken off. The hand he stretched out, with its nails glowing with bluish-white light, was like a death rope stretched out from hell, tightly strangling her throat.

At this moment, Chu Ling was handling affairs in the study room when he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from downstairs. His heart suddenly tightened. A bad premonition came to his mind. He ignored the documents in his hand, stood up quickly, and rushed down the stairs in a few steps.

When he saw Yi Shuqi slumped on the ground, his heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand. His pupils dilated instantly, his eyes full of anxiety and heartache. He rushed to Yi Shuqi's side, knelt on the ground with a "thump", and held her trembling hands firmly with both hands. Yi Shuqi's hands were icy cold, without a trace of warmth, as if they had just been taken out of an ice cellar. Chu Ling's voice trembled slightly with anxiety, and he asked almost in tears: "Shuqi, what's the matter? What happened? Tell me quickly!"

Yi Shuqi's lips kept trembling, her teeth were chattering, and she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time. After a long while, she seemed to have used up all her strength and cried out in a sobbing voice: "Chu Ling, it's Sang Jiuyue... Today I was walking on the street, and suddenly he appeared, he stopped me and tried to force me to leave!" At this point, tears burst out of her eyes again uncontrollably, rolling down in large drops and dripping on the back of her hand. Her body shook even more violently, and she was like a leaf trembling in the wind.

After hearing this, Chu Ling's eyes instantly became cold and sharp, as if they could shoot out icy sharp blades. He hugged Yi Shuqi tightly in his arms, and used his arms to force her into his body, as if he wanted to merge her into his body and use his flesh and blood to build an indestructible wall of protection for her. His tone was firm and resolute, and he said word by word: "Don't be afraid, baby, I'm here. From now on, I will never let him get close to you again, and he will never want to hurt you again!" However, Yi Shuqi was still immersed in the terrible experience just now and couldn't extricate herself. She kept shivering in Chu Ling's arms. Tonight's experience was like a nightmare that she could never wake up from. It entangled her tightly and made her fall into an endless abyss of fear.

Sang Jiuyue looked at the direction where Yi Shuqi disappeared, and stood there for a long time. The cold wind whistled and swept over, ruffling her hair wantonly, but it couldn't blow away her anxiety and unwillingness. Her arms were still frozen in mid-air, and her fingertips seemed to still have the touch of Yi Shuqi's clothes, but in front of her, there was only the empty street and the distance that was gradually swallowed by the dusk.

After a long moment, her strength drained from her, her body swaying, her steps unsteadily stumbling as she turned. Each step felt as heavy as dragging a thousand-pound yoke, and the sound of her soles scraping against the ground was muffled and oppressive, like the wail of her shattered soul. The streetlights lit up one after another, pouring down a warm yellow glow, but it offered no warmth to her. Instead, it made her lonely figure appear even thinner and more isolated.

A stray cat suddenly darted past her feet, its sharp cry piercing the silence. Sang Jiuyue shuddered, her eyes instantly sharp and fierce, like a wounded beast on alert, ready to pounce and strike back. But when she saw it was just a weak cat, her tense nerves instantly relaxed, and a bitter, self-deprecating smile stretched across her lips. She continued to drag her legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, step by step towards home.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she finally reached her home. Sang Jiuyue pulled her key from her bag, but her hands were shaking violently. After several attempts, she finally managed to insert it into the keyhole. With a click, the door opened, and the house was pitch black, a dead silence. There was no light, no life. Without turning on the lights, she walked straight into the living room and sat down heavily on the sofa. She sank into the softness of the couch, feeling as if she were falling into a bottomless abyss of darkness.

In the darkness, she stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, her mind replaying the previous scene like a kaleidoscope. Yi Shuqi's terrified face, her desperate struggle, and her resolute back, each frame was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart. Sang Jiuyue raised her hands and clutched her hair tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain. A painful whimper rippled from her throat, a broken and suppressed sound that echoed in the silent room, creating a series of heartbreaking ripples.

"Why...why did it turn out like this..." she muttered, her voice hoarse as sandpaper. Resentment and anger surged in her chest like a surging tide, but she found no outlet. She had meticulously planned to get Yi Shuqi, devoting countless time and energy, but now, everything was like a bubble, shattered and dissipated in an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Jiuyue slowly rose and dragged her heavy body to the window. She raised her hand and drew aside the curtains, letting the moonlight pour in like water, scattering across her tear-stained face. Gazing out at the dimly lit nightscape, her lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with despair and confusion. In this moment, she finally had to admit that this pursuit, into which she had poured all her energy, had been completely lost. What awaited her in the days ahead might be only endless darkness and loneliness, like the thick night, enveloping her tightly, making it impossible to escape.

Sang Jiuyue staggered into the house like a body that had lost its soul, and fell headfirst onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes that revealed madness and unwillingness.

The mother heard the noise and hurried out of the kitchen, her apron still stained with water. Seeing her daughter's disheveled clothes and messy hair, her heart suddenly sank. But when she got closer and saw the almost crazy determination in her daughter's eyes, her heart trembled, and she instantly understood the whole story.

The mother slowly sat down beside the sofa, reached out and gently stroked Sang Jiyue's forehead, her voice was cold and a little fierce: "Jiyue, don't lose your sense of proportion because of this little setback."

Sang Jiuyue sat up suddenly, her eyes filled with resentment: "Mom, if we don't succeed this time, Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi will definitely be more cautious. I won't let this go!"

The mother snorted coldly, with a sinister look in her eyes: "Why are you in such a hurry? We shouldn't have acted so rashly. Being too impatient will only expose ourselves. But this is just a minor setback. As long as we plan carefully, we won't have any problems in bringing them down."

Sang Jiuyue eagerly grabbed her mother's hand and said, "Mom, what should I do now? I want to make them pay the price right away."

Her mother patted her hands and said slowly, "Be calm for now and don't let them see our intentions. During this time, you should conserve your energy and secretly monitor their every move. We must strike with one strike and let Chu Ling know that if he dares to go against us, he will suffer the consequences."

The mother narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold smile appeared on her face, and continued: "As for Yi Shuqi, since she doesn't know what's good for her, we don't have to show mercy. Find an opportunity to get her, and there's no need to worry about Chu Ling not being obedient."

Sang Jiuyue listened to her mother's words, the crazy fire in her eyes burned brighter and brighter, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Mom, you are right. I want to make Chu Ling taste the taste of losing everything, and make them pay a painful price for their resistance today."

The mother and daughter were in the dim room, head to head, whispering as they planned their next vicious plan. Every word was wrapped in darkness and malice, as if they were two evil wolves hiding in the darkness, ready to launch a fatal attack on their prey at any time.

Since Sang Shuwan resolutely made Sang Jiuyue's bad behavior public and joined forces with many parties to blacklist her, her life has finally returned to peace, and the days of gloom in the past are gone forever. In the fashion circle, which seems glamorous but is actually a small world with complicated relationships, everyone knows that her disgust for Sang Jiuyue has reached the extreme, so Sang Jiuyue was instantly isolated, like an abandoned chess piece, and completely faded out of Sang Shuwan's world.

It was an exceptionally bright afternoon, the sun hanging high in the jewel-blue sky, pouring its blazing rays unreservedly onto Sang Shuwan's dreamlike castle-like villa. The villa's open-air balcony was undoubtedly the most poetic and romantic corner of the entire building, a place that seemed enchanted, emanating a unique and captivating charm.

On the open-air balcony, a set of carefully selected rattan tables and chairs is displayed. These chairs are woven with exquisite craftsmanship, each cane seemingly imbued with life, interwoven and entwined to form beautiful and unique patterns. Time has left its indelible mark on these rattan chairs, leaving their surface textures with an air of rustic elegance and warmth, as if silently recounting memories of a distant past. Gently running your fingers over these textures, you feel as if you can touch the veins of time and sense the passage of time.

The balcony is surrounded by a variety of lush green plants. These green plants are of different shapes, some are tall and straight, like guards protecting the world; some are petite and delicate, like lovely elves. Their broad and thick leaves sway gently under the caress of the breeze, rubbing against each other, making a soft and pleasant rustling sound, as if playing a wonderful natural symphony. At the same time, the fresh and pleasant aroma of plants also spreads slowly with the breeze, lingering in every inch of the balcony, deeply penetrating into Sang Shuwan's heart and lungs, making her body and mind unconsciously relax, as if all her troubles were dispelled by this wisp of fragrance.

Sang Shuwan was wearing a loose white silk dress. The material of the dress was extremely high quality. The silk fabric shone softly and charmingly in the sun, just like flowing moonlight. The hem of the skirt was soft and elegant. With every slight movement of hers, it was as if a breeze was playing under the skirt. The hem of the skirt fluttered gently, adding a sense of agility and elegance to her. She loosely rolled up her long black and shiny hair that was like a waterfall, and casually fixed it with an exquisite hairpin. A few strands of hair playfully fell on her white jade neck, just like catkins dancing in the wind in spring, adding a bit of casual and charming charm to her.

At this moment, she was lazily leaning on the recliner, her posture elegant and leisurely, as if she had merged with the beautiful scenery around her and became the most indispensable part of this natural painting. On the small table next to the recliner, there was a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The coffee cup was made of exquisite bone china, the cup body was as white as snow, and it was painted with exquisite golden patterns. Under the sunlight, it sparkled with dazzling light. The coffee was steaming hot, and the rising mist slowly spread in the air, forming a dreamy light and shadow, like a flowing ink painting. The mellow and rich aroma of coffee came to her nose, blending with the fragrance of plants and trees in the air, forming a unique and intoxicating breath, which made Sang Shuwan involuntarily take a deep breath and enjoy this wonderful moment.

She held the tablet steadily in both hands, and browsed the fashion news with focused and serious eyes. Her slender fingers slid gently on the screen, and each swipe was like turning the pages of a precious fashion book. The screen kept switching fashion information from all over the world, from the breathtaking avant-garde designs at Paris Fashion Week, to the trendsetting personality outfits on the streets of Milan, to the dazzling celebrities at New York fashion parties. Each piece of information was like a shining star, attracting Sang Shuwan's attention.

As a highly acclaimed veteran fashion critic, Sang Shuwan's eyes naturally radiate a professionalism and acumen that is impossible to ignore. When she sees ingenious and creative designs, her eyes light up instantly, like twinkling stars in the night sky, and she can't help but nod slightly, her eyes revealing undisguised admiration. However, when faced with uninspired, poorly made, and mediocre works, she frowns slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction. She silently and harshly judges these works, while also pondering how to better guide fashion trends in a healthier and more positive direction.

A gentle breeze caressed the balcony, ruffling Sang Shuwan's hair, a few strands playfully blocking her view. She instinctively reached out and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. This simple, natural gesture was imbued with grace and charm. Her gaze never left the screen, as if the entire world consisted solely of her and the fashion news before her. She was completely immersed in the world of fashion, completely ignoring all unpleasant memories of Sang Jiuyue, as if they had never happened.

On this quiet and beautiful afternoon, Sang Shuwan was thinking about how to write an in-depth review of this season's fashion trends. Her mind was like a galloping horse, galloping freely on the fashion grassland. She kept thinking of new and unique ideas in her mind, organizing sharp and accurate words, hoping to provide some valuable references and inspirations for practitioners in the fashion circle through her own words, and at the same time, to make more people understand and love fashion.

In this peaceful world that belongs to her, Sang Shuwan enjoys the rare time alone. She knows very well how precious such peaceful and beautiful time is in the fashion circle, a world full of temptations, challenges and fierce competition. The sun shines on her body, warm and cozy, as if it is a gentle hug given to her by nature. She closes her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth rise unconsciously, revealing a comfortable and satisfied smile. Swimming in the ocean of fashion and accumulating sufficient strength for the upcoming work, this is her best time at the moment, and it is also the life state she has always pursued.

On a quiet evening, the sky was dyed orange-red by the afterglow of the setting sun, like a gorgeous oil painting. The afterglow gently fell on Sang Shuwan's elegant and unique garden, covering the entire garden with a dreamy veil.

In the garden, a vibrant array of flowers clashed in vibrant colors. Clusters of hydrangeas formed a sea of pink and purple. A gentle breeze swayed the blossoms, emitting a delicate and enchanting fragrance. Sang Shuwan wore a light blue, modified cheongsam, its delicate embroidery shimmering in the afterglow, framing her graceful figure. Her long, inky hair was loosely tied up, a few strands cascading around her fair neck, adding a touch of gentle charm. She strolled leisurely along the garden path, the cobblestones polished smooth by time, each step a steady and soothing rhythm. Her eyes were soft, absorbed in the beauty before her, as if this garden were her entire world, her heart filled with tranquility and contentment.

At this moment, Jiang Cimu walked out of the house with a leisurely pace. He was wearing a well-tailored white linen shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and a pair of dark gray casual pants, simple yet elegant. He was tall and straight, like a pine tree, and every step was steady and powerful. When he walked to Sang Shuwan's side, he tilted his head slightly, looking into the distance with a serious expression, his brows twisted unconsciously into the shape of a "chuan" character, and said in a low and worried voice: "Shuwan, Sang Qi has been making a lot of noise in the art world recently, and it's all despicable activities."

Sang Shuwan's originally relaxed brows were slightly wrinkled, a hint of surprise and worry flashed in her eyes. She stopped, sighed softly, and said with a hint of regret in her voice: "I didn't know that things were so serious. How could he become like this?" She raised her hand slightly and subconsciously stroked the hair by her ear, her movements full of sorrow.

Jiang Cimu crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes revealing helplessness and anger, his mouth slightly turned down, and he said coldly: "He acted too rashly this time and completely offended Chu Lin. You still remember that they worked very closely together before."

Sang Shuwan nodded slightly, disappointment in her eyes. She bit her lower lip lightly, a hint of complaint in her tone: "Profits have blinded his eyes. Sang Qi is too greedy, determined to take all the benefits for himself, which is why he acts so recklessly, completely disregarding the consequences." As she spoke, she shook her head gently, her eyes filled with disappointment in Sang Qi. (End of this chapter)