After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

And then there's Ji Yan. She never bothered him, but he just walked right into her life.

With just a few casual words, they wanted to drag her down from the position she had worked so hard to reach.

If she truly had no one to rely on, she might have been plotted against and killed without even knowing it.

Ruan Tang lowered her eyes, moving her fingers away from her neck. "System, what kind of person is Ji Yan's white moonlight?"

The system flipped through the information: "Her name is Shen Yin, and she is also from a noble family, but she is different from those spoiled young ladies."

"She was elegant in temperament but rebellious at heart. Unwilling to be forced into an arranged marriage by her family, she ran away from home."

"Now I'm a supermodel, walking the runway in various countries all year round."

Ruan Tang seemed to be deep in thought.

The system continued, "Shen Yin and Ji Yan are childhood sweethearts. She likes the modeling world, and Ji Yan likes musical instruments. Unfortunately, neither of them is favored by the nobility."

"It's fine to treat it as a hobby, but if you make it your main job, your family will object. The difference is that Ji Yan chose economics, and playing musical instruments became a hobby. Shen Yin, on the other hand, resolutely gave up the university major her family had chosen for her and left with only a high school diploma."

"Ji Yan admired her courage and missed her even more, so everyone in the circle said that she was his white moonlight."

Ruan Tang nodded. So that's what a "white moonlight" is all about.

-

A few days later, Wen Yan reorganized the centennial celebration banquet.

It was the school anniversary celebration that was interrupted by Lin Xiaokui, and only the first half was completed, with the second half delayed.

He relaunched it in the name of the deacon council.

The banquet hall was located on the second floor of the oldest chapel in Sheng Lan.

All the crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome were lit, their light falling on the deep blue school flag. The long table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, candles flickered on silver candlesticks, and champagne glasses were stacked into a tower.

The ballet dancers on stage twirled as they took their final bows, while the symphony orchestra changed its style, preparing for the next waltz.

As Ruan Tang was led into the hall by Si Lin, the servants at the door bowed in unison.

She was wearing the special edition school anniversary uniform, a dark blue jacket with gold trim.

Along the way, many aristocratic students glanced at her, their eyes falling on her hand being held by Si Lin before quickly looking away.

The layout of the second floor of the auditorium is similar to that of the last school anniversary celebration, yet subtly different.

At the very center were the exclusive seats for the four members of the deacon team, with a huge wine table in the middle behind them.

Semi-circular sofas were scattered around, and the nobles sat down in order of rank, from front to back.

There wasn't a single official seat for the specially admitted students on the entire second floor.

However, there is one exception.

Si Lin led Ruan Tang directly to the first row and made her sit down next to him.

She then casually picked up a glass of juice from the waiter's tray and replaced the wine in front of her.

"You drink this," he said.

Ruan Tang looked down at the orange juice in her hand, then at the whiskey in his hand.

Pei Heng, who was standing next to Si Lin, burst out laughing. Leaning back on the sofa armrest, he pointed at Si Lin with his finger, "Is it really necessary? Not even a single drink?"

"She's frail and can't drink alcohol," Si Lin said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Ruan Tang sat obediently beside him.

The nobles around her sat or leaned, their postures relaxed. Occasionally, someone would glance in her direction, their eyes filled with curiosity, scrutiny, amazement, and disdain, but no one dared to utter a single word.

Wen Yan sat to Si Lin's right, legs crossed, watching the two of them calmly. His tone was casual, "Just drinking is too boring. This year is different from previous years; there aren't any special programs planned..."

Si Lin glanced at him sideways, her eyes calm but full of warning.

Don't mention those scandalous things in front of Ruan Tang.

Wen Yan received that look, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he changed the subject.

"So let's play the simplest one, Truth or Dare."

Whoever the bottle tip lands on has to choose truth or dare. No cheating allowed.

Pei Heng was the first to express his approval, and Ji Yan nodded in agreement.

Si Lin leaned back on the sofa and didn't object.

They had played this kind of game before, but the punishments back then were much more severe and different from the usual ones.

But with Ruan Tang here today, Wen Yan should know his limits.

-

Games start.

Ji Yan and Wen Yan exchanged a glance.

Wen Yan shook his head slightly, his meaning clear: he had just been caught red-handed by Si Lin in the corridor, and if he were to target Ruan Tang again now, Si Lin would surely notice.

Ji Yan calmly withdrew his gaze, reached out, and casually flicked the bottle with his fingertips.

Finally, it came to a slow stop, facing Ruan Tang, who was still obediently drinking her juice with her cheeks puffed out.

She paused for a moment, then put down her cup.

Pei Heng exclaimed "Oh!" with a look of anticipation.

Wen Yan leaned back on the sofa, not saying a word.

Ji Yan's technique was quite well controlled.

Si Lin, who had been casually leaning against the sofa armrest, became interested when he saw the bottle pointing at Ruan Tang and turned his head to look at her.

He was genuinely curious about what his little secretary would choose.

Ji Yan spoke, his voice calm and unhurried, "Ruan Tang, truth or dare?"

Ruan Tang glanced at him.

Ji Yan's expression was calm, as indifferent as usual, but she knew he was doing it on purpose.

She went along with their wishes and chose truth.

Ruan Tang spoke up, "The truth."

Ji Yan nodded, and the question followed almost immediately after her question, "Who do you like?"

Ruan Tang subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Si Lin.

Si Lin was confident.

He felt that Ruan Tang must like him, after all, he had always indulged her.

She was even jealous a few days ago because of those old things from a year ago, so how could she not like it?

The little girl's lips moved, then she turned to Ji Yan, her clear almond-shaped eyes looking earnest, "I don't have anyone I like."

Wen Yan was taken aback, his eyes narrowing slightly. So, he didn't like it?

This answer surprised him.

Even if she had only a slight liking for Si Lin, or even if it was just to please him, she wouldn't have given this answer.

Ruan Tang, what are you thinking about?

Ji Yan stared at those almond-shaped eyes.

He had seen too many people lie, their eyes darting away, their fingers unconsciously clenching, their voices weak and strained.

But when Ruan Tang said those six words, her almond-shaped eyes were clear, frank, and clean, and she gave the answer without even thinking or hesitating.

A guess suddenly came to mind.

Ruan Tang may not have had any genuine feelings for Si Lin.

Perhaps, it wasn't even his turn to plot against her.

Ji Yan was somewhat surprised.

Who is Si Lin? The only son of the Si family conglomerate. With his looks, physique, resources, and power, he would be a top-tier elite at the very top of the pyramid in any situation.

There's no woman he can't have.

But now, the one he cherishes in the palm of his hand, the special being he protects, pampers, and who breaks all the rules for, doesn't even have the slightest bit of affection for him?

Even if she was after money, power, or a foothold in Shenglan, she should have developed some genuine affection for Si Lin during this time under his care.

But Ruan Tang didn't. She was so cold-hearted and ruthless that she manipulated Si Lin, the head of the stewards, at will.

How dare she?