A dull thud rang out.
Liu Qingning's body suddenly buckled to her knees. One hand slammed down onto the sturdy rosewood dining table, while the other clutched her head tightly.
The migraine that had vanished for a month came surging back.
"Qingning!"
The expression on Su Yu's face was instantly replaced by panic.
She hurried forward and caught Liu Qingning's swaying body, her voice filled with terror. "What's wrong?!"
She could clearly feel Liu Qingning trembling slightly, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead, her face frighteningly pale. She had rushed over impulsively because Tang Song was going to meet Jin Meixiao next month.
If... if something really happened to Liu Qingning because of her provocation and manipulation—
Then it would all be over!
"I'll call an ambulance right now! Wait a moment!"
Su Yu hurriedly pulled out her mobile phone, but a cold hand gripped her arm tightly.
Liu Qingning looked at her. Though her eyes had lost focus from the intense pain, an unprecedented, stubborn fire burned within them.
She spoke with difficulty, every word seeming to be squeezed through clenched teeth.
"I-I'm fine. It's just a migraine, an old problem. It'll get better soon. You... what exactly did you mean just now? Director Jin? How... how could she possibly be?"
In the difficult worldview she had long since constructed—
She and Tang Song shared more than a decade of deep feelings, unmatched by anyone.
Later, Wen Ruan had suddenly appeared, alluring and captivating. After struggling with herself, Liu Qingning had forced herself to try accepting it.
Then later still, she had unexpectedly discovered Su Yu's existence.
She had regarded the other woman as the strongest, ultimate rival in her long love story. Though afraid and timid, she had secretly gathered courage,
Preparing to face