Looking at Han Lingfeng, Rong Yan felt he was a stranger.
Clearly, she held neither love nor hatred for Han Lingfeng.
“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate for Mr. Han to address me that way?”
The pain on Han Lingfeng’s face was evident, but Rong Yan felt he was putting on an act.
“Yan Yan, I wronged you before. I never expected you to end up with Third Young Master.”
Taking a step back to put some distance between herself and Han Lingfeng, Rong Yan spoke unhurriedly.
“People strive to move up, just as water flows downward. If Mr. Han truly wishes to climb the high branch of the Jiang family’s little princess, then you’d best do as I do—treat your ex like a stranger.”
With that, Rong Yan turned to leave.
But Han Lingfeng grabbed her arm, refusing to let her go.
Steadying herself, Rong Yan forcefully shook off Han Lingfeng’s hand.
Before Rong Yan could get a word in, Han Lingfeng began playing the victim.
“Yan Yan, I broke up with you out of necessity. You know as well as I do that in the entertainment industry, without connections, it’s impossible to land a leading male role.”
“Yan Yan, I’ve never been able to let you go. Seeing you standing beside Third Young Master, I’m driven mad with jealousy.”
Looking at Han Lingfeng before her, Rong Yan began to question her own taste in men.
Her ex was a scumbag who had his eyes on the next dish while eating from his own bowl, and her current partner only saw her as a substitute.
Rong Yan felt a bit sorry for herself.
Pursing her red lips, she spoke very calmly.
“Mr. Han is right—to make it in the entertainment industry, you need connections. I wonder, if Third Young Master found out that you were pulling and tugging with his wife by the lake, do you think he’d blacklist you outright?”
Though she was merely a substitute, Jiang Yuhan was so overbearing and domineering—just look at what happened to Xia Duoyun.
It was an instinctive reaction—Han Lingfeng stepped back. Forget about pulling and tugging with Rong Yan; he put direct distance between them.
“What are you two doing here?”
The speaker wasn’t Jiang Yuhan, but his sister, Jiang Yuwan.
Rong Yan had long anticipated that whatever you fear will come to find you.
So she remained quite composed.
Han Lingfeng spoke to Jiang Yuwan with some panic, “I didn’t expect to run into Junior Rong here by chance, so I just chatted with her for a bit. Wanwan, why did you come out too?”
Rong Yan’s expression didn’t change, but inwardly she held Han Lingfeng in utter contempt.
Just moments ago, he was calling her “Yan Yan,” but the moment Jiang Yuwan appeared, she became “Junior Rong.”
She was grateful she had long since broken up with a man like him.
Jiang Yuwan said in a sweet, coquettish voice, “I was too bored alone inside, so I came out for some fresh air. Brother Lingfeng, I want some blueberry cake—could you go get it for me?”
“Sure, I’ll go get it for you right away.” Han Lingfeng left as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Left alone with Rong Yan, it was Jiang Yuwan who spoke first.
“Third Sister-in-law, I know you used to be with Brother Lingfeng.”
Rong Yan smiled. “If I hadn’t run into Senior Han here by chance today, I would have forgotten I even had him as an ex-boyfriend.”
“You’re lying. Brother Lingfeng is so outstanding—how could you possibly forget him?”
Without the slightest panic, Rong Yan spoke in a calm tone.
“Because your third brother is in no way inferior to him. My heart is small—it only has room for your third brother alone.”
Compared to an ex like Han Lingfeng, who only wanted to ride on a woman’s coattails to get ahead, Jiang Yuhan was a hundred times better than him!
“Then will you bless me and Brother Lingfeng, Third Sister-in-law?”
Without hesitation, Rong Yan spoke with firm conviction.
“Of course they would. You two are well matched.”
She spoke the truth. Jiang Yuwan and Han Lingfeng each got what they wanted from the other—they truly were well matched.
Jiang Yuwan furrowed her brows slightly. “Third Sister-in-law, why did you and Brother Lingfeng break up?”
After a moment of silence, Rong Yan asked Jiang Yuwan.
“Do you want to hear the truth?”
“Junior Rong, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t just say whatever you please.” Han Lingfeng, holding a blueberry cake in his hand, grew anxious.
“Third Sister-in-law, I want to hear the truth.” Jiang Yuwan kept advancing toward Rong Yan step by step, forcing Rong Yan to instinctively back away—but behind her was the lake.
“Ah…”