Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Under the moonlight, a figure was walking towards them.

It was a woman, dressed in a well-tailored business suit—a white shirt, a dark gray blazer, and a matching pencil skirt that fell ten centimeters above her knees, perfectly showcasing her long, straight legs.

She was wearing a pair of black pointed high heels with very thin heels that made a crisp sound when they hit the ground.

The woman walked slowly, but each step was steady, exuding an aura of composure.

Her long hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck.

The moonlight shone on her face, and Lin Yaodong could see her face clearly—

It was a rather beautiful face, but unlike Ma Ling's stunning beauty, this face was more aloof and distant.

Her features were so exquisite they looked like they had been meticulously sculpted, but when put together, they exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Especially those eyes, which, under the moonlight, resembled water from a cold pool—calm, deep, and devoid of emotion.

Intellectual, mature, and aloof beauty.

This was Lin Yaodong's first impression.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed like he had seen her somewhere before... but Lin Yaodong was certain he had never seen this woman before.

The woman was accompanied by a man in a white suit, tall, handsome, and with a refined demeanor.

The two walked side by side, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, making it impossible to discern their relationship.

The sound of high heels grew closer.

Lin Yaodong felt Ma Ling's body stiffen again in his arms, and then she gently broke free from his embrace and turned around.

The woman and man had walked up to them and stopped about five steps away.

"Ma Ling?"

The man in the white suit spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

It was 11 p.m. after all, and the mountaintop was dimly lit, with only the moonlight and the faint glow of distant streetlights.

He glanced at Lin Yaodong once and then paid no more attention.

Ma Ling did not answer immediately.

She stood half a step in front of Lin Yaodong, her back ramrod straight. The vulnerability and softness she had shown earlier had vanished, replaced by her queen-like aura.

"Ma Tianhao?" she finally spoke, her voice cold. "What are you doing here?"

The man named Ma Tianhao frowned: "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"My affairs are none of your business," Ma Ling said indifferently, even with a hint of impatience.

"I'm your brother!" Ma Tianhao seemed to be angered by this attitude, and his voice rose a few decibels.

His gaze shifted from Ma Ling to Lin Yaodong's face, scrutinizing him from head to toe with a look of displeasure and disapproval.

"Hey kid, did you bring my sister here?"

This question was very impolite, carrying a clear sense of interrogation and condescension.

Lin Yaodong narrowed his eyes, about to speak, when Ma Ling stepped to the side, completely blocking his way.

Then she looked at the woman next to Ma Tianhao, the sophisticated and mature woman who hadn't said a word since she appeared, just standing there quietly.

"You still remember you're my brother?" Ma Ling sneered, her voice becoming shrill. "What kind of brother doesn't listen to his sister and even falls for her nemesis?!"

This sentence is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Ma Tianhao's expression changed, shifting from anger to a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance: "You... what nonsense are you spouting!"

He refuted, but his voice lacked confidence, and he didn't even deny the claim of "liking".

Ma Ling ignored him and walked straight towards the sophisticated and mature woman.

The sound of high heels striking the ground was particularly jarring in the silent mountaintop.

She walked right up to him, and the two were so close that their faces were almost touching.

"He Mingjing!" Ma Ling said, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "Why are you always trying to seduce my brother?! Bringing him here so late at night, has this old woman finally had a change of heart?"

"Xiao Ling! What did you say!" Ma Tianhao sensed something was wrong. Ma Ling had already finished speaking, so he quickly stepped forward to try and pull Ma Ling away.

But Ma Ling shook off his hand and stared intently at He Mingjing.

The woman called He Mingjing remained expressionless throughout.

Even when Ma Ling's face was almost touching hers, even when those sharp words stabbed at her like knives, she didn't even blink.

She simply looked back at Ma Ling calmly, her gaze like that of an ice-cold lake.

Then, for some reason, she suddenly turned her gaze away and glanced at Lin Yaodong.

That glance was quick and light, like a dragonfly skimming the water, touching and then leaving.

But Lin Yaodong noticed it—her gaze lingered on his face for about half a second before shifting away and returning to Ma Ling's face.

In those 0.5 seconds, Lin Yaodong saw no emotion in those eyes.

There was nothing amazing, nothing surprising, nothing intriguing.

It's like looking at a tree, a stone, or an insignificant background object by the roadside.

Lin Yaodong's enhanced charm seemed to have no effect whatsoever in front of this sophisticated and mature woman...

"Seduction?" He Mingjing finally spoke, her voice as cold, calm, and utterly emotionless as she was. "Do I need to seduce?"

She paused, and for some reason glanced at Lin Yaodong again, this time for an even shorter time, so short that it was almost an illusion.

"No man who can catch my eye has appeared yet."

This statement was made very casually, but every word carried an absolute and unquestionable confidence.

It wasn't arrogance, but something deeper—an absolute trust in one's own judgment, a disdain for worldly standards.

"So what if nobody wants him? You make it sound so nice..." Ma Ling scoffed, but she noticed the way He Mingjing was looking at Lin Yaodong. She immediately moved aside, completely blocking Lin Yaodong's view, like a mother leopard guarding her prey. "What are you looking at?"

She turned to Ma Tianhao, her voice even louder: "Brother, did you see that? This kind of woman can't resist any man she sees. You'd better stay away from this slut!"

The moment the word "good-for-nothing" left his lips, He Mingjing's eyes finally changed.

It wasn't anger, nor humiliation, but a cold, tangible chill.

The corners of her mouth even curved into a very faint smile, but it wasn't a smile; it was something far more dangerous.

"Ma Ling! Don't think that just because I always give in to you, you can say whatever you want!"

She spoke, her voice low, but every word seemed frozen.

"Tch... I need you to give way..." Ma Ling was about to retort.

"That's enough!"

Ma Tianhao interrupted sharply, grabbing Ma Ling's arm with great force, causing Ma Ling to cry out in pain.

"You know best why Miss He and I are here," Ma Tianhao stared at Ma Ling, his eyes filled with suppressed anger, "It's all to clean up your mess!!"

This statement contains a lot of information, but no one is delving into it at the moment.

Ma Ling shook off Ma Tianhao's hand, rubbing her arm that was being gripped so hard, but her eyes were still fixed on He Mingjing, as if she might pounce on him at any moment.

Lin Yaodong stood behind Ma Ling, quietly watching the standoff.

Listening to their conversation, he had already figured out the relationship between them.