Lin Muci did not sleep well that night.
In her dreams.
Sometimes Ling Qianhe held her, crying and calling out, "Sister Muci, don't go."
Sometimes Ling Qianhe pressed down on her body ferociously on the bed.
Sometimes it was the tearful eyes of a young Ling Qianhe, her pale cheeks from the cold, and her hands full of bloodstains.
Lin Muci felt like she was about to explode.
She couldn't calm down at all, her mind filled with Ling Qianhe.
When she woke up.
She stared at the ceiling.
Her dark circles were like a panda's.
She stood up, cursed her bad luck, and carried her schoolbag to school.
The two performances were over, and there would be some time before the next one.
It just happened to be during the holiday, giving them about ten days of rest.
Lin Muci went to school and bumped into Lin Miaoyu, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, but her appearance was different from before.
The previous Lin Miaoyu was a genuine, simple little white flower.
She only wore a school uniform, with her hair tied back in a simple style.
However, she resembled Zhao Jingjing, with a charming and beautiful face, very likable, and being both a beauty and a top student, she naturally shone and was popular at school.
Now, she was wearing a full set of Chanel, and her Hermes bag was casually revealed, as if she wanted to show off but was also being secretive about it, making her suddenly vulgar.
She wanted to imitate Lin Muci's style of a defiant young lady.
But she ended up being a clumsy copy.
Instead, she seemed a bit materialistic.
Lin Muci only glanced at her and didn't pay much attention. However, when she left school in the evening, Zhou Yuan'an came to find her and stammered out some big news.
"Your sister got into a man's car! I don't know the brand, but it's the same model your driver used to take me last time."
Lin Muci kindly corrected him.
"That's a Rolls-Royce."
Zhou Yuan'an said "oh" and scratched his head.
"But the license plate seems to be your initials, L."
"Why do you think you're worth my money?"
Lin Miaoyu gritted her teeth.
"I know you have business dealings with my daddy."
The handsome middle-aged man opposite her smiled. He leaned closer to Lin Miaoyu's cheek, his eyes filled with disdain, as if he were looking at the cheapest item.
"No, I don't have any business dealings with him. I only have business dealings with the true master of the Lin family."
Lin Miaoyu stared blankly at his profile. He was a man as handsome as a god, controlling hundreds of billions in capital. She was mesmerized, longing to get a little closer to him. Blushing, she said,
"Mr. Feng, what kind of girls do you like?"
Feng Yuting turned his head indifferently, looking at Lin Miaoyu. A few strands of mockery flashed in his eyes, refusing to disappear.
"Me?"
Feng Yuting snorted, his eyes slightly cold.
"I like women with no hearts."
Lin Miaoyu was kicked out of the car.
She was still confused, overwhelmed by intense shame, wishing she could cry immediately.
But this was not the most tragic or miserable part. The most tragic part was that as soon as she got out of the car, she saw the girl she hated the most in this world, Lin Muci, standing there. She glanced at her.
Then she let out a scoff.
Instantly.
Lin Miaoyu's cheeks turned red!
She felt as if her whole body was being bitten by insects.
She gritted her teeth and turned to leave, but Feng Yuting looked at the two half-sisters with a half-smile and then said,
"Xiao Ci, are you also here to find me like your sister?"
Lin Muci shook her head, not even looking at Lin Miaoyu.
Then Lin Muci walked to Feng Yuting's side. With just one sentence, she successfully made the calm and domineering CEO's expression change slightly. He gazed deeply at her face, hearing her say,
"Mr. Feng, I know the whereabouts of your fiancée."
A moment later, at a private coffee shop.
Feng Yuting's expression was obscure and unfathomable. He lowered his head, his fingertips pinching the rim of the coffee cup, then Feng Yuting said coldly,
"So, where is she?"
Lin Muci, who had come alone to confront him, raised her eyes and asked him back.
"Since you care so much, what will you do if you find out?"
Her question stunned Feng Yuting.
He just wanted to see that damned woman.
What he wanted to do, his mind went blank.
The system even admired Lin Muci's boldness.
"Host, Feng Yuting's favorability towards you is as high as ninety-two percent. That means, barring any accidents, you are the love of his life. He did cause trouble back then with the intention of snatching you away from Ling Qianhe."
But Lin Muci retorted in her mind to the system.
"But isn't Ling Qianhe's favorability towards me one hundred percent?"
"That is a fact."
The system mumbled "uh-huh" but then quickly said,
"Then how do you plan to tell him that you are Lin Muci herself? I warn you, this also violates the rules! You cannot tell Ling Qianhe, nor can you tell Feng Yuting."
Lin Muci's brows furrowed subtly.
"This broken system has too many rules."
She looked at Feng Yuting opposite her and then said,
"Your former fiancée, she is not dead."
The system did not issue a warning.
Lin Muci felt relieved.
She nodded, stood up, and turned to leave. Feng Yuting, however, grabbed her wrist and, leaning close to her ear, asked her coldly,
"How do you know? Have you seen her? How did you see her? Was it at Ling Qianhe's place? Is he hiding that woman? Is he chaining her up, unwilling to let her out? He's crazy, a pervert! Isn't Ling Qianhe afraid of divine retribution?"
Feng Yuting's emotions were slightly out of control, but Lin Muci had already decided to retreat.
She intended to interact with Feng Yuting cautiously, after all, Ling Qianhe had been jealous because of him more than once.
"Hey, wait, why should she care what Ling Qianhe thinks?"
Lin Muci's expression darkened slightly.
The system said,
"What's the benefit of telling Feng Yuting that the host is not dead?"
Lin Muci was silent for a moment, then she said,
"If Feng Yuting knows, given his temper, he will definitely go ask Ling Qianhe. Then Ling Qianhe will know."
"So that's how it is, a feigned passage by day and secret operations by night."
The system exclaimed in wonder.
"Then why not just tell Ling Qianhe directly? Why go through a detour? Aren't you afraid Feng Yuting will cause trouble for you?"
Lin Muci hadn't thought about it carefully before, but she suddenly became a little worried.
Feng Yuting, would he really, as she thought, obediently tell Ling Qianhe that she was still alive?
Was she being too optimistic?