Ji Mu, just like in previous birthday banquets, insisted on cutting the cake together with Song Xinyan.
This caused murmurs of ridicule from the crowd below.
Some people could not help but tease: “Ji Mu, you might as well be with Song Xinyan. After all, she has already broken off the engagement.”
After speaking, they looked toward Song Xinyu, as if they were about to add: “Who told her to shamelessly steal her sister’s fiancé?”
But when they looked at her, she did not appear at all like someone who had done something guilty.
Yet they did not dare say it outright.
They still remembered how she had beaten four tall girls black and blue all by herself.
Everyone swallowed nervously. Forget it—they might as well just eat cake obediently.
Ji Mu naturally also wanted to be with Song Xinyan.
So he exchanged an affectionate gaze with her.
However, Song Xinyan averted her eyes.
At the same time, ridicule sounded in his ears like waves rising one after another.
【Heh, Ji Mu, you lapdog. Haven’t you realized yet? She doesn’t care about you at all. You’re just the only one acting one-sidedly and being moved by yourself~】
【Let me tell you, even if she cannot marry Lin Ting, she still won’t marry you. Do you know why…】
Ji Mu’s hand paused mid-cut.
Why did she stop halfway again!
Say it properly!
【Because you… will not be able to inherit the Ji Family’s assets in the end.】
Song Xinyu, while wildly complaining in her mind, looked at the cake with some interest.
【Honestly, the cake at these rich family banquets does look pretty delicious. What a pity. That bastard Ji Mu never planned to let me eat it anyway—he was going to smash it onto my dress instead.】
Ji Mu instantly panicked.
How did she know what I was going to do next?
Song Xinyan also felt that Ji Mu had become strangely abnormal.
She helped him finish cutting the remaining cake and asked softly: “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
Ji Mu shook his head.
He was not physically uncomfortable—but he could not possibly say the truth.
The cake was divided into small pieces and distributed to the guests present.
Originally, according to the “plot.” Ji Mu was supposed to deliberately hand a piece of cake to Song Xinyu.
But after hearing her inner thoughts, he hesitated.
Deep inside, his curiosity grew stronger.
I am the young master of the Ji Family. Why would I not be able to inherit the family business?
And also, Song Xinyu—why are you so certain I will smash the cake onto your dress?
Just as he hesitated—
Song Xinyan had already handed a piece over.
“Little sister, there is your favorite blueberry here. I specially cut this part for you.”
Song Xinyan still remembered her sister first and even specially selected her favorite fruit.
Anyone nearby could see her sincerity as an older sister.
But everyone could not understand why she was still being so kind to her sister when that “sister” had already stolen her fiancé.
They all felt it was not worth it for Song Xinyan.
Yet Song Xinyu said something unexpected.
“This is the blueberry you like. Our family only buys blueberries because you like them.”
As soon as she said this, everyone was shocked.
What shocked them even more was that Song Xinyu did not catch the cake—instead, it fell onto her dress.
Even though she was wearing a black, stain-resistant dress, the milky-white cream was still very obvious.
Song Xinyan’s voice immediately turned pitiful.
“Little sister, you clearly loved blueberries before. Why do you suddenly not like them now? If you don’t like it, you can just tell me. Why did you throw it away?”
“What should we do? Your dress is dirty. Let me help you wipe it.”
She reached out with concern, as if to clean it for her.
But such stains were not easily wiped away.
High society valued appearance greatly, and such banquets usually had dedicated makeup and dressing rooms.
So Song Xinyan asked Ji Mu: “Ji Mu, should I let my sister go to the dressing room?”
Ji Mu snapped back to his senses after being called.
He could only agree: “Mm.”
In truth, Song Xinyan was using her eyes to signal him to proceed according to the original plan.
But this time, Ji Mu seemed distracted.
At the same time, he could still hear Song Xinyu’s inner voice.
【Here it comes, here it comes. The important part of the plot is coming…】
Ji Mu: Why does she sound so excited?
Then Song Xinyu continued:
【I knew Song Xinyan had no good intentions. And Ji Mu, that idiot—what is in his head? Water used for raising fish? He actually willingly became someone else’s pawn, spending money and effort to help her do evil. What did he even gain? Did he kiss Song Xinyan’s lips or something? Why is he so willing to work for her…】
Ji Mu: Kiss lips?
…They had not even held hands, okay.
After hearing this, he suddenly felt it made sense.
He truly had gained nothing.
Why had he been cooperating with Song Xinyan, spending money and effort?
At this moment, Song Xinyu had already walked toward the dressing room.
Inside, Ji Family staff handed her a brand-new dress along with tea and refreshments.
Because many people used the dressing room not only for makeup but also for rest or private calls, the space was often shared.
When Song Xinyu saw the dress, she immediately understood.
The show had begun.
This was a dress custom-made for her.
If she did not wear it, it would seem rude.
However, the staff soon left—and silently locked the door behind them.
The so-called dressing room resembled a business-class airplane cabin, with comfortable seating and partitioned spaces.
From a distance, several pairs of men’s feet could be seen.
They were clearly waiting for an opportunity.
Song Xinyu’s lips curved slightly.
Since such a carefully prepared scene had been arranged for her,
she might as well play along.
She pretended to close the curtain and change clothes.
When the clothes fell to the ground,
someone suddenly pulled open the curtain.
“Miss Song, we’ve already been bought by you!”
“No matter how you want to play, we will cooperate.”
There were three handsome men of different styles.
One was sunny and bright.
One was shy and reserved.
One was flirtatious and bold.
Without exception, all three intended to do something to her.
And based on their “employer’s” reminder earlier, Song Xinyu was not easy to handle.
So one moved to hug her from behind, one reached for the front, and another tried to restrain her legs.
They intended to leave her with nowhere to escape.
After all, they had already witnessed how violently she could act.
They had secretly planned how to subdue this little vixen.
Of course, their confidence as men remained—they believed three against one would be effortless.
Yet they quickly discovered that Song Xinyu was as slippery as an eel, slipping through their gaps.
And somehow, she even found the switch for the lights.
With a click, the room plunged into darkness.
“Oh, Miss Song, so you wanted something exciting?”
The three of them were not from high society but from the entertainment circle.
It was clear they had been paid to do the job.
Such transactions were common in their world.
They usually served older, wealthy women.
A young, top-tier beauty like this was extremely rare.
They considered themselves lucky.