After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

After saying that, she picked up her phone and walked into the master bedroom at the other end of the first-floor corridor, closing the door behind her.

Jiang Yichen was the only one left in the living room.

The sky outside the window had darkened, and the last rays of sunlight lingered on the distant rooftops before being swallowed up.

Jiang Yichen rubbed his temples.

My head still aches faintly, and my body feels extremely weak.

I'll catch up on some more sleep.

He rummaged through his pockets, took out his phone, and checked if there was a convenience store nearby.

Fortunately, there's one right at the entrance of the community.

I went out and bought a toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, shampoo, and shower gel, which cost a total of sixty-seven yuan.

Balance: 1,183.

Jiang Yichen looked at the payment success page and his lips twitched.

They were poor, truly poor.

Back in the villa, he went straight to the bathroom at the far end of the first floor.

The bathroom was quite large, with a separate wet and dry area, a bathtub and shower, and a row of bottles and jars on the shelf, all with labels in foreign languages.

Jiang Yichen didn't touch those things and took a quick shower with the generic shampoo he had just bought.

The hot water poured over me finally made me feel a bit better.

I dried my hair and changed into the pajamas I found in the closet—the size was a bit large, but I could barely wear them.

I went up to the second floor, turned off the lights, and lay down.

As soon as my head hits the pillow, sleepiness washes over me.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep in less than three minutes.

……

The master bedroom on the first floor.

After taking a shower, Gu Ruanxing sat on the bed wrapped in a bath towel, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, water droplets dripping down and soaking the neckline of her silk pajamas.

She ignored her hair, held her phone in both hands, and typed away furiously.

There is a group on WeChat.

Group name: [Central Academy of Drama 412's Eternal Home]

There are four members.

The dormitory head, Bai Wanyi, along with Lin Qinghe, Gu Ruanxing, and Xu Zhiyou.

The group is usually half-dead, and occasionally Xu Zhiyou will post a funny video, and Bai Wanyi will reply with an emoji, and that's when the excitement is over.

Lin Qinghe and Gu Ruanxing rarely interact in the group chat.

But today, Gu Ruanxing unusually sent a series of messages in the group chat.

[Gu Ruanxing: Sisters, I'm really surprised today!]

[Gu Ruanxing: You'll never guess what happened!]

Xu Zhiyou replied instantly.

[Xu Zhiyou: I guessed it! I guessed it! Is it Jiang Yichen?!]

[Gu Ruanxing: ? Why did you steal my lines?!]

[Gu Ruanxing: But it's true! It's him!]

[Gu Ruanxing: He actually wrote a song himself! And he incorporated opera singing techniques into a pop song, and it's surprisingly good!]

Xu Zhiyou typed furiously.

[Xu Zhiyou: It's so good!!! I heard it live, and I got goosebumps all over!!!]

[Xu Zhiyou: And he's so handsome when he sings!]

[Xu Zhiyou: When that Peking Opera-style vocal came on, I was completely stunned!]

[Gu Ruanxing: Alright, alright, stop being such a fangirl!]

[Gu Ruanxing: But we really underestimated him before.]

Messages kept popping up one after another.

A moment later, a message appeared on the screen.

[Bai Wanyi: You two, that's enough.]

Just this short sentence.

When Gu Ruanxing saw this message, her typing paused.

Bai Wanyi knows her sisters all too well.

In college, the four of us were so close we were practically one person.

Bai Wanyi is the eldest sister; she has a steady personality and can keep things under control no matter what.

After graduation, Lin Qinghe wanted to enter the entertainment industry. Gu Ruanxing's family happened to have resources, so the two hit it off and started a studio.

It was supposed to be a good thing.

As a result, the two proud and arrogant girls had a disagreement over their standards for accepting roles and the allocation of resources.

Gu Ruanxing felt that Lin Qinghe was ungrateful, while Lin Qinghe felt that Gu Ruanxing was too controlling.

After a huge argument, the studio disbanded, and Lin Qinghe signed with a rival company.

From then on, her best friend from college became her mortal enemy.

Bai Wanyi tried to mediate several times, but neither side would listen, so she eventually gave up.

It's just that every time I see the two of them openly or secretly fighting, it gives me a terrible headache.

So Bai Wanyi immediately realized that Gu Ruanxing wasn't just sharing Jiang Yichen's talent when she said these things in the group.

She did it on purpose.

He deliberately said it to someone in the group who was not actively participating.

Gu Ruanxing pouted and didn't reply to Bai Wanyi, but instead sent another message.

[Gu Ruanxing: I'm just telling the truth, I'm not exaggerating.]

[Gu Ruanxing: You tell me, Yuzi?]

[Xu Zhiyou: Yes, yes, yes! It really sounds amazing! No exaggeration at all!]

[Xu Zhiyou: Big sister, if you were there and heard this, you would definitely be shocked too!]

Bai Wanyi didn't say anything more.

The screen remained silent; there were no new messages.

Gu Ruanxing looked at the message on her phone screen and a smile appeared on her lips.

She knew Lin Qinghe would definitely see it.

Satisfied, she tossed her phone onto the pillow and picked up a hairdryer to start drying her hair.

……

in the apartment.

Lin Qinghe lay on the bed, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face.

She read every single message in the dorm group chat.

Gu Ruanxing said that Jiang Yichen can write songs.

Xu Zhiyou said he sang exceptionally well and even incorporated traditional opera into pop music.

Her first thought was—Gu Ruanxing is up to no good again.

When has this woman ever praised Jiang Yichen? Before, when she mentioned him, he was either a "punching bag" or a "lackey."

Now suddenly everyone's praising him to the skies in the group chat?

It was obviously done for her.

But Xu Zhiyou...

Xu Zhiyou can't keep secrets; you can see through her lies at a glance.

The excitement and exhilaration in those messages didn't seem feigned.

Lin Qinghe exited the group chat, her finger hovering above the screen, hesitant to drop it.

She remembered Jiang Yichen holding handwritten sheet music and revising it over and over again.

She flipped through the papers.

The sheet music and lyrics were filled with scribbles and corrections.

She never thought those things could work.

Traditional Chinese opera is being integrated into pop music?

Are you kidding me?

She locked the screen and turned over.

The aches and pains in her body surged up again, and she gritted her teeth and changed her position.

My mind is in complete chaos.

One moment it's Jiang Yichen's casual "I'm leaving" when he left in the morning, the next it's the close-up photo in Gu Ruanxing's WeChat Moments, and then it's the messages in the group chat.

bother.

So annoying.

She closed her eyes tightly.

But no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn't fall asleep.

She even recalled that crazy night.