After I died, they cried in the live studio

The virtual electronic gun fired, its resounding sound like a battle horn, instantly igniting the passion of the entire arena. Sang Jiuyue took the lead, the red sports car shooting off at breakneck speed like a cannonball. The tires scraped against the ground, emitting a sharp, piercing sound, like a groan of pain. At the moment of takeoff, a cloud of dust rose from the rear of the car, like the smoke trailing behind a soaring dragon.

Sang Shuwan refused to be outdone. A flicker of determination flashed in her eyes, and her hands shifted gears with swift and precise movements. Like a cheetah awakened, the silver sports car shot out in an instant, chasing Sang Jiuyue at lightning speed. Her gaze was fixed fixed on the road ahead, filled with focus and determination, as if the track ahead were her battlefield, and she herself the fearless warrior. Her hands deftly controlled the steering wheel, and around the bend, she leaned slightly, becoming one with the car. The steering wheel seemed to come alive in her hands, flexing with her movements. The tires scraped against the ground, creating a piercing sound and billowing clouds of smoke that, like special effects on stage, accentuated her drifting movements.

Nancy drove the blue racing car, following closely behind at a steady and rapid speed. Her eyes were like a precise sight, tightly locking onto the target ahead. At the bend, she cleverly used centrifugal force, and the angle of the car body was just right, ensuring both speed and safety. Every time she accelerated, her right foot stepped firmly on the accelerator, and the force was precisely controlled. The roar of the engine was like an exciting war song, cheering her forward. "Shu Wan, don't worry about that guy, let's go at our own pace!" She shouted through the car communicator, her voice firm and full of encouragement.

Alice's green car spun flexibly on the track, like an agile deer running in the woods. Sometimes she overtook from the inside, relying on her small body to find opportunities in narrow gaps. Sometimes she spun beautifully at the bend, and the body of the car drew a beautiful arc in the air like a dancing elf. Her laughter came out through the open car window, and the crisp laughter echoed on the track, adding a touch of relaxation to the intense competition. "Wow, it's so exciting! Sang Jiuyue, just chase slowly!" She shouted excitedly, her words full of enjoyment of the game and provocation to Sang Jiuyue.

The black car driven by Jiang Cimu was like a black lightning, speeding all the way on the track. He and Sang Shuwan cooperated well, and the two were like comrades on the battlefield, echoing and supporting each other. Sometimes they took turns leading. On the straight road, they were like arrows from a string, speeding past at an astonishing speed; sometimes they went side by side. On the bend, their cars almost passed each other, and the thrilling scene made people sweat. On a long straight road, Jiang Cimu's eyes flashed with determination. He stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the black car was like an angry bull, instantly bursting out with powerful power. The roar of the engine reached its peak, as if it was about to break through the sky. The car was like a black phantom, instantly surpassing the cars in front and rushing to the front. "Shuwan, keep the rhythm, let's rush together!" He shouted to Sang Shuwan through the communicator, his voice full of concern and encouragement.

Sang Jiuyue saw Jiang Cimu overtake her, and her heart was suddenly filled with rage. Her eyes became crazy and fierce, like an enraged beast. She stepped on the accelerator desperately, almost to the bottom. Under her control, the red sports car rushed forward at a nearly crazy speed like a wild horse out of control. However, at a sharp bend, due to the high speed, the centrifugal force was instantly out of control. The car body began to shake violently, swaying from side to side, as if it would overturn at any time.

When Sang Shuwan saw this, a trace of worry flashed across her eyes, but she was more focused on her own race. She did not get distracted and continued to focus on controlling her car, thinking silently in her heart: "She asked for it, I can't be affected by it."

Jiang Cimu also had no intention of helping Sang Jiuyue. He stared firmly ahead and said to Sang Shuwan through the communicator, "Don't worry about her. Let's continue. She is reaping the consequences of her own actions."

Nancy frowned, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and said into the communicator: "She is too conceited, and this is the result. Shu Wan, let's concentrate on the game."

Alice laughed and shouted with glee at the side: "Haha, Sang Jiuyue, now you know how powerful I am! Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant again."

Sang Jiuyue struggled to calm herself amidst the panic. She took a deep breath and followed her experience. She slowly released the accelerator, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, trying to control the shaking of the car. After some effort, she finally managed to control the car. The shaking gradually subsided, and the speed gradually decreased.

Despite lingering fears, Sang Jiuyue's competitive spirit refused to give up easily. She gritted her teeth, a flicker of determination in her eyes as she stepped on the accelerator again, accelerating. The race on the track intensified, each one chasing the other. The roar of engines and the clatter of tires blended into a thrilling symphony of speed and passion. The atmosphere in the arena was thick with tension and excitement, as if every particle was cheering for this intense competition.

As the race entered its white-hot stage, the situation on the track became increasingly tense and intense. Sang Shuwan drove the silver sports car, like a nimble silver phantom, dashing left and right on the track, each turn with unparalleled precision. The sparks from the friction between the tires and the road flew everywhere, like medals of her victory.

Jiang Cimu's black racing car cooperated closely with her, like a black sharp blade, tearing through the wind on the track. With their superb driving skills and excellent tacit understanding, the two of them left the other drivers far behind.

Nancy's blue car always maintained a steady speed, guarding Sang Shuwan from behind and providing her with a solid backing. Alice's green car was like an agile kingfisher, nimbly weaving around the track and cheering for Sang Shuwan in her own unique way.

On the other hand, although Sang Jiuyue tried her best, her mentality had long been unbalanced due to the influence of the previous loss of control. Her red sports car's performance on the track was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and her mistakes became more and more frequent.

In the final sprint of the final lap, Sang Shuwan's eyes were determined, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, her whole body focused on the finish line ahead. She shifted gears precisely, and the silver sports car's engine roared deafeningly, instantly accelerating to the limit.

Jiang Cimu saw Sang Shuwan sprinting and understood what she meant. He drove the black car to escort her and block other drivers trying to catch up. Nancy and Alice also cooperated tacitly, forming a barrier on the track, allowing Sang Shuwan to rush to the finish line unhindered.

Finally, Sang Shuwan's silver sports car crossed the finish line first. At that moment, the sunlight shone on the car, reflecting a dazzling light, as if she were covered in a layer of golden armor. The whole audience seemed to be boiling with excitement for her. Although there were no spectators, the whistling of the wind and the roar of the engine seemed to be playing a triumphant song for her victory.

Jiang Cimu crossed the finish line right behind him, and Nancy and Alice also completed the race successfully. The four of them parked the car to the side and got out, their faces filled with the joy of victory.

Sang Shuwan took off her helmet, her hair fluttering in the wind, a confident smile on her face, her eyes sparkling. Jiang Cimu came over, patted her on the shoulder, and praised: "Shuwan, your performance today was outstanding, this is the true style of a champion!"

Nancy and Alice also gathered around. Alice jumped up excitedly and hugged Sang Shuwan: "Shuwan, you are so amazing! You are the undisputed champion of this game!"

Sang Shuwan smiled and said, "This is all thanks to you. Without your support and cooperation, I would not have won so beautifully."

The four of them smiled at each other, and their laughter echoed in the empty racing field. Sang Jiuyue stopped far away and watched them celebrate, her heart filled with resentment and anger. But the result of this race could not be changed, and Sang Shuwan used her strength to prove to everyone how powerful she was.

Sang Jiuyue watched Sang Shuwan cross the finish line, win the victory, and be celebrated by everyone. Jealousy and anger surged in her heart like a raging tide, almost drowning her completely. Her hands tightly grasped the steering wheel, her knuckles turned white, and her joints trembled slightly from excessive force.

Unable to suppress her fury any longer, she suddenly pulled off her helmet and slammed it hard against the dashboard with all her strength. The dull thud was particularly harsh in the empty racetrack. Then, she pushed open the car door like crazy, her high heels stomping heavily on the track, each step carrying bone-chilling resentment.

She turned around suddenly, her eyes red, staring fiercely at Sang Shuwan who was enjoying the joy of victory not far away. Suddenly, she bent down, grabbed the helmet on the ground, raised her hands high, and smashed it to the ground with all her strength, screaming hysterically while smashing. One, two, three times... The helmet was hit frantically, and cracks appeared on the shell, and fragments began to splash.

"Why do you deserve to win against me?" Sang Jiuyue roared while smashing things, his voice becoming hoarse with anger and despair.

She didn't stop until her helmet shattered completely, plastic fragments scattering across the ground. Her hair was now flying in disorder, streaking across her face, twisted and distorted with anger. Her chest heaved violently, she gasped for breath, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

Finally, she glared at Sang Shuwan fiercely, turned around and ran away. Her high heels made a rapid sound on the ground, carrying her embarrassment and unwillingness. Her figure became smaller and smaller at the end of the track until it was completely swallowed up by the buildings in the distance, leaving only the empty track, silently telling the story of the fierce race just now and her crazy departure.

After Sang Jiuyue vented her anger like a stray dog, her disheveled figure gradually disappeared at the end of the track, leaving only a cloud of dust, as if telling of her unwillingness.

Jiang Cimu put his hands in his pockets and broke the silence first. He frowned slightly, a hint of regret in his eyes. He shook his head helplessly and said, "For the so-called victory, she pushed herself into a desperate situation. From the beginning, she was trapped in a vortex of paranoia. Today, she has ended up in such a situation. She really needs to calm down and reflect on herself."

Nancy raised her hand and gently stroked her wind-torn hair. Her eyes followed Sang Jiuyue's departure for a long time. She sighed softly and said with emotion, "For a long time, she has been trapped in the cage of winning and losing. She can only see the words win and lose, but has long forgotten to enjoy the fun and beauty of the process. In fact, with her ability and conditions, if she could let go of those unfounded prejudices and try to get along well with everyone, she wouldn't have made the situation so embarrassing every time, and wouldn't have ended up like this today."

Alice shrugged nonchalantly, with a playful and lively look on her face and sparkling eyes, and said excitedly: "Never mind her, those unhappy things are in the past. We won the game, and that's the most important thing! Today really made me see how powerful Shu Wan is. He drove at lightning speed the whole time. His driving skills were simply amazing. He left the others far behind. It made my blood boil!" As she said that, she jumped to Sang Shuwan like a happy little bird, took her arm affectionately, and shook it gently.

Sang Shuwan's cheeks blushed slightly at Alice's praise. Her eyes were full of sincere gratitude. She moved her gaze from Jiang Cimu and Nancy to Alice and said sincerely: "Today's victory is really thanks to each and every one of you. If Jiang Cimu and I hadn't cooperated tacitly and fought side by side on the track; if Nancy hadn't been there to provide stable support and keep an eye on the situation; if Alice hadn't cheered me up all the way and brought me endless energy, I would definitely not have won this championship. You are my strongest backing. Come on, I'll treat you today, let's go have a big meal and celebrate!"

The four of them laughed and chatted as they headed towards the parking area. The warm sunlight bathed them, elongating their figures and creating a beautiful picture of youthful energy and vitality. For them, this race was more than just a contest of speed and passion; it was also a moment of friendship. Their bond had only deepened after this. At this moment, each of them was filled with anticipation, their steps briskly preparing for the next exciting journey, filled with unknowns and surprises.

Analysis of the crisis in Western restaurants

As night falls, like a vast sheet of black silk, gently enveloping the city, the "By the Seine" Western Restaurant stands out like a dazzling pearl hidden on a bustling street corner, exuding a unique charm. The restaurant's exterior is a classic European style, with creamy white walls accented by dark brown wooden window frames. Each window, like a meticulously framed painting, captures the warm and romantic scenery within. The wrought-iron arched doorway, woven with delicate winding vine patterns, casts dappled shadows under the light, seemingly telling a story of ancient romance.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a warm, yellow glow streamed down from the vintage crystal chandelier, gently enveloping each table covered with a crisp white tablecloth like a soft veil. On the walls, several Monet-inspired oil paintings appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow, their hazy brushstrokes sketching dreamy scenes and adding a touch of poetry to the space. In a corner, an antique grand piano stood quietly. A pianist in a black evening gown intently played a Chopin Nocturne. The graceful notes, like the gurgling of water, blended with the rich aroma of coffee and the gentle chatter of the people, creating a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

Nancy, Jiang Cimu, Sang Shuwan and Alice were led by a waiter in neat uniforms to sit by the window. Outside the window, the city lights were on, colorful neon lights were flashing and jumping, and pedestrians were hurrying on the busy streets, each rushing to their own night. At this small dining table, a serious discussion about other people's marital crisis was about to begin.

After ordering, Nancy gently put down the menu, her expression serious. Her brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry lingered in her eyes. She took a sip of the lemonade in front of her, moistening her throat. "I have something to tell you. Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi might have a serious marriage problem." As she spoke, her eyes swept across to Jiang Cimu, Sang Shuwan, and Alice beside her.

Jiang Cimu was just about to take a sip of water when he heard this. He paused, and the water cup in his hand stopped in mid-air. He raised his eyebrows and asked, his eyes full of surprise: "Really? They were famous for being a sweet couple in public before." As he said that, he put down the water cup, leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at Nancy intently.

Sang Shuwan subconsciously frowned slightly, her eyes instantly filled with worry, and her once-fair fingers unconsciously clenched the napkin in her hand. "How could this happen? Even though I'm not familiar with Chu Ling, it's heartbreaking just thinking about it. Marriage problems are too much for anyone," she whispered softly, a hint of bitter empathy in her tone, her mind shimmering with the emotional turmoil she'd experienced herself.

Alice has always been outspoken. She rested her elbows on the table, held her chin with both hands, opened her eyes wide, and asked impatiently: "Tell me quickly, what's going on?" Her body trembled slightly with curiosity, and her eyes flashed with inquiring light.

Nancy sighed softly, with a hint of pity in her eyes. She turned her head slightly and looked out the window, as if recalling the scene at that time. "The last time I went shopping with Yi Shuqi, it was in the mall we often go to." She paused, retracted her gaze, and her expression became more solemn. "I saw Chu Ling and Sang Jiuyue being intimate and hugging each other. At that time, Yi Shuqi's face changed all of a sudden, and she was stunned." As Nancy spoke, she gestured with her hands, trying to recreate the scene at that time.

Jiang Cimu's face darkened after hearing this. He leaned back in his chair, folded his hands over his chest, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. "Why is Chu Ling hanging out with Sang Jiuyue? They are not the same kind of people at all." He frowned, his tone full of doubt and confusion.

Alice's eyes widened, her mouth opened into an O shape, her face filled with disbelief. "Could it be that Sang Jiuyue did this on purpose? She's the type who will do anything to achieve her goals." She raised her voice, sat up straight, and waved her arms, as if to vent all her anger.

Sang Shuwan lowered her head in thought for a moment, her mind racing through Sang Jiuyue's daily actions. She pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded, a look of conviction in her eyes. "It's very possible. Given Sang Jiuyue's personality, seeing Yi Shuqi would definitely make her want to sabotage. Perhaps Chu Ling didn't even notice Yi Shuqi was there, and was used as a pawn by Sang Jiuyue." She raised her head, gazing at everyone with a determined gaze, her analysis coherent and logical.

Jiang Cimu looked worried. He picked up the spoon on the table and stirred the coffee in front of him unconsciously. The liquid in the coffee cup swirled with his movements, just like his chaotic thoughts at the moment. "No matter what, Yi Shuqi must have misunderstood. It would be a pity if a good marriage was ruined because of Sang Jiuyue's instigation." He sighed heavily, his eyes full of regret.

Nancy was thoughtful. She gently turned the wine glass in her hand, and the red wine in the glass sparkled charmingly under the light. "We have to find a time to make things clear with Yi Shuqi, and don't let the misunderstanding get deeper and deeper." She raised her head, revealing a hint of determination in her eyes, and looked at Jiang Cimu, as if seeking support.

Alice nodded vigorously, her ponytail swinging left and right as she moved. "Yes, we have to hurry up, otherwise when the misunderstanding is deeply rooted, it will be useless to explain." She was anxious and wanted to find Yi Shuqi immediately.

Sang Shuwan looked at the busy traffic outside the window, and thought of the pain that Yi Shuqi might be going through. "Then let's split up and contact Yi Shuqi as soon as possible and tell him the truth." She turned her head and looked at everyone with a firm look, as if to inject strength into herself and her companions.

At this time, the waiter came with steaming hot dishes and placed tender steaks and fragrant pasta on the table. However, the four people's attention was still firmly tied to Chu Ling and Yi Shuqi's precarious marriage.

Jiang Cimu picked up the knife and fork and mechanically cut the steak. He cut off a piece of meat but hesitated to put it into his mouth. "I think we should think about how to start the conversation first. Yi Shuqi must be very sensitive right now. If we are not careful, it may backfire." He put down the knife and fork and said seriously. Nancy took a bite of pasta, frowned slightly, and thought about Jiang Cimu's words. "Indeed, we have to find a suitable occasion and say it in an appropriate way. How about asking him out for dinner first, find a quiet place?" She looked at Jiang Cimu and asked for his advice.

Alice took a few bites of salad and her eyes suddenly lit up. "I have an idea! We can invite him out in the name of a friend's party, and then casually mention this matter during the chat. Wouldn't it be more natural this way?" She looked at everyone expectantly, hoping to be recognized.

Sang Shuwan nodded slightly, "This is a good idea, but we need to discuss the details carefully. After all, this concerns their future as a couple." There was a hint of caution in her eyes, and she was well aware of the seriousness of the matter.

The four of them ate their meal, discussing it back and forth. As the lights in the restaurant gradually dimmed and the number of guests around dwindled, their discussion became more intense.

As time went by, they were the only guests left in the restaurant. The waiter occasionally cast a slightly urging glance at them, but they were completely oblivious.

Jiang Cimu looked at his watch and said in surprise: "It's so late, it seems we are too immersed in the discussion."

Nancy smiled and said, "There's nothing we can do. This matter is too important. No matter what, we must help Yi Shuqi and Chu Ling resolve this misunderstanding."

Sang Shuwan and Alice nodded in agreement. They stood up, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant.

There was a light breeze blowing on the street at night, bringing a hint of coolness. The four of them stood at the door of the restaurant and looked at each other.

"It's settled then. Let's split up and get Yi Shuqi out as soon as possible." Jiang Cimu said.

Everyone nodded again, and then walked in different directions. Their shadows were stretched out in the light, and everyone carried a heavy sense of care and responsibility for their friends in their hearts. On this seemingly ordinary night, they decided to work hard for a marriage that was on the verge of breaking up, hoping to light a lamp of hope for their friends in the darkness and let the flame of love burn again.

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, spreading out softly but oppressively, slowly covering the entire city. In the streets and alleys, colorful neon lights flickered and jumped, but they could not penetrate the haze in Sang Shuwan's heart. The Rolls-Royce Phantom was like a black beast in the night, driving steadily towards the Sang family villa, and the wheels rubbed against the ground, making a slight rustling sound, which was particularly clear in the silent night.

Jiang Cimu parked the car steadily at the entrance of the villa and looked up at the passenger seat. Sang Shuwan stared out the window with a dull look, her face as pale as paper, and even the weak light could not hide her haggard appearance. The scene of her breakup with her father was like a sharp knife, repeatedly cutting her heart.

Jiang Cimu was distressed and hurriedly got out of the car. He walked quickly to the passenger side and gently opened the heavy door. A gust of cold wind rushed into the car, and Sang Shuwan couldn't help but shiver. Jiang Cimu took off his coat without hesitation, gently draped it over her shoulders, and took her arm around her waist. His voice was soft and caring: "Be careful, it's cold outside."

Sang Shuwan's body swayed slightly, and she almost subconsciously grasped Jiang Cimu's arm tightly, as if it was her only support in this cold world. She slowly got out of the car, her legs were weak, and if it weren't for Jiang Cimu's strong support, she would have been unable to stand steadily.

At this time, the moonlight was like water, pouring down from behind the heavy clouds, coating the villa garden with a layer of cool silver. In the garden, the carefully trimmed green plants were dim in the moonlight, like silent guards, standing quietly without saying a word, as if witnessing a silent loneliness. The fountain in the center had long stopped flowing, and the pool of water was as quiet as death, with a slightly cold glow, like a broken mirror, reflecting Sang Shuwan's fragmented mood.

Jiang Cimu hugged Sang Shuwan tightly and led her slowly towards the rattan chair in the garden. Along the way, he kept comforting her softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was like a warm breeze in the silent night, gently blowing through Sang Shuwan's heart.

After Sang Shuwan sat down on the rattan chair, Jiang Cimu turned around and walked back to the car, taking out a bottle of red wine and two exquisite crystal wine glasses that had been prepared long ago. He returned to the rattan chair, sat down next to Sang Shuwan, gently placed the wine glass on the small table, gently opened the red wine bottle, and poured a glass for each of them.

Sang Shuwan woodenly picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The sour taste of the red wine spread on the tip of her tongue, just like the unspeakable pain in her heart. Her tears rolled in her eyes and finally burst out. "I never thought that my father would ignore me so decisively, as if I had never been an important part of his life." Her voice was trembling, and every word was filled with endless sadness and disappointment.

Jiang Cimu put down his glass and reached out to gently wipe away the tears from her eyes, his movements as gentle as if he were protecting the most precious treasure in the world. "Don't worry, don't you still have me?" His eyes were firm and affectionate, as if at this moment, the whole world only contained the two of them. "Even if the whole world turns its back on you, I will always stay by your side, never leave you." His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to plant seeds of warmth and hope in Sang Shuwan's heart.

Sang Shuwan raised her eyes to look at Jiang Cimu. Tears blurred her vision, but she could still feel the burning love in his eyes. In this cold world, his words were like a burning flame, warming her long-cooled heart. "You are the only one who treats me best, Cimu." She choked and said, her voice full of gratitude and dependence. "No one has ever been like you, always accompanying me when I am most helpless."

Jiang Cimu gently held her hand. His hand was large and warm, completely enveloping her small hand. "Shuwan, stop thinking about those unhappy things, okay? Let the past be the past. I will face the future with you." His eyes were full of expectation, as if he was describing a beautiful future that belonged only to them.

Sang Shuwan nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. With Jiang Cimu's company, she felt that the pain in her heart seemed to be alleviated a little. She picked up the wine glass again and took a sip of red wine. This time, she felt not only sourness, but also a hint of warmth. That was the strength Jiang Cimu gave her.

Jiang Cimu looked at her with a gentle smile on his face. "Come, let's talk about something happy. Do you remember the first time we met?" There was a hint of reminiscence in his voice, trying to pull her out of the abyss of pain.

Sang Shuwan was slightly stunned, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Of course I remember, I thought you were a cold person at that time." Her eyes were shining with memories, as if she had returned to that sunny afternoon.

Jiang Cimu smiled, "In fact, from the first time I saw you, I knew that you were a special girl." His eyes were full of affection, staring closely at Sang Shuwan's eyes. "Your bravery and kindness deeply attracted me."

Sang Shuwan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked particularly charming under the moonlight. "I didn't expect that you had a crush on me at that time." She lowered her head and said a little embarrassedly.

Jiang Cimu gently lifted her chin and let her look into his eyes again. "Yes, from that time on, I made up my mind to stay by your side forever." His voice was low and firm, and then he slowly approached Sang Shuwan and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Sang Shuwan's heartbeat suddenly quickened, she could feel Jiang Cimu's breath, with a slight warmth. At this moment, all the pain in her heart was thrown away, leaving only the man who loved her deeply.

Jiang Cimu looked at her, his eyes filled with love. "Shuwan, I love you." His voice was soft, yet full of power. These three words, like a bright star, illuminated the dark corners of her heart.

Sang Shuwan looked at him, tears in her eyes, but with a happy smile. "I love you too, Cimu." She said softly, her voice full of affection.

Witnessed by the moonlight, the two hugged each other tightly. Jiang Cimu's embrace was warm and solid, making Sang Shuwan feel extremely at ease. They seemed to be in a world that belonged only to them, without the disturbances of the outside world, without painful memories, but only love and warmth for each other.

After hugging each other, Jiang Cimu held Sang Shuwan's hand and strolled in the garden. The moonlight shone on them, stretching their shadows long. They talked softly, sharing each other's dreams, hopes and the little secrets hidden in their hearts.

Walking to the corner of the garden, there was a rose bush in full bloom. Jiang Cimu stopped, bent down, picked a beautiful red rose, and handed it to Sang Shuwan. "This rose is as beautiful as you." His voice was gentle and sweet, and his eyes were full of love.

Sang Shuwan took the rose and sniffed it. The fragrance of the rose intoxicated her. "Thank you, Cimu. This is the most beautiful rose I have ever received." Her eyes were full of emotion. Looking at Jiang Cimu, the love in her heart became stronger.

Jiang Cimu gently embraced her once more, and the two of them lay before the rose bushes, quietly feeling each other's heartbeats. At that moment, they forgot all their troubles, even their break with the Sang family. Only love and attachment remained in their hearts. This love, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminated their path forward and gave them the confidence that no matter what difficulties the future held, they could overcome them hand in hand.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the soft gauze curtains, illuminating Sang Shuwan's face. She slowly awoke and, as usual, reached for her side, only to find it cold. Jiang Cimu had already gotten up, leaving a note on his pillow: "Baby, I'm going to make breakfast. I hope you wake up in a good mood." Sang Shuwan's lips curled up, but then she remembered she had an important event that day, and a hint of worry etched itself in her smile.

She quickly stood up and called Alice. "Hello, Alice." Sang Shuwan's voice was filled with the laziness of waking up in the morning. "Can you pick me up for the new event today? I really don't want to face all the complicated situations alone."

"No problem, Shu Wan!" Alice's voice came from the receiver, crisp and full of energy, "I'll ask my assistant to drive the car over right away. Just wait patiently, I promise to pick you up on time. By the way, did you know? I heard that Sang Jiuyue will also be there."

Sang Shuwan's grip on the phone tightened slightly, her brows furrowed slightly. "I'm just afraid she'll come and cause trouble. But it doesn't matter. I feel much more at ease with you here."

"Don't worry, she can't do anything with me here." Alice vowed, "I will definitely protect you."

After hanging up the phone, Sang Shuwan hurriedly washed and changed her clothes. She wore a simple and elegant white dress that perfectly outlined her figure while remaining dignified and generous. Facing the mirror, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner anxiety.

At this time, Jiang Cimu walked into the room with a cup of hot milk in his hand. "Baby, drink some milk to replenish your nutrition." His eyes were gentle, but with a hint of worry that was difficult to conceal. "I heard that Sang Jiuyue will also go to the event today, how about I go with you?"

Sang Shuwan turned around, took the milk, and took a sip. "Ci Mu, I know you are worried about me, but you are so busy at work, I don't want to delay you because of this."

"In my heart, you are more important than any job." Jiang Cimu said firmly, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination, "Sang Jiuyue has that kind of temper, who knows what she might do. I can rest assured when I am around."

Sang Shuwan looked into Jiang Cimu's sincere eyes, her heart filled with emotion. "Thank you, Cimu. With you around, I'm not afraid of anything."

Outside the villa, the sun shines on the courtyard. The neatly trimmed lawn is like a huge green carpet, and the flowers of various colors compete for beauty and emit bursts of fragrance. The tall palm trees sway gently in the breeze, as if welcoming the arrival of a new day.

Soon, Alice's car slowly stopped at the door of the villa. Alice jumped out of the car, wearing a fashionable red suit, and was very enthusiastic. "Shuwan, here I come!" She waved and walked quickly towards the villa.

Jiang Cimu and Sang Shuwan went out to greet them. Alice saw Jiang Cimu was there too, raised her eyebrows, and said jokingly: "Hey, handsome Jiang is here too? It seems that he is here to protect our Shuwan in all aspects today."

Jiang Cimu nodded slightly, looking serious: "Sang Jiyue is not an easy person to deal with. I am really worried about her. Alice, please pay more attention to the scene today."

"Don't worry, I'm Shu Wan's loyal protector." Alice patted her chest and vowed, "As long as I'm here, she will never let Shu Wan suffer any grievances."

Sang Shuwan looked at the two of them, feeling warm in his heart. "Well, with you two here, I feel confident. Let's go, don't be late." (End of this chapter)