Inside the lounge, the lighting was soft, and the air carried a faint fragrance of magnolia.
The attendant gently closed the door.
With a click, this place was completely cut off from the outside world.
Three gazes met in midair.
Thump, thump, thump—
Zhao Yachian could clearly hear her uncontrollable heartbeat.
It was her!
Back when she and Tang Song had only been ordinary friends, Tang Song had reposted an advertisement saying, "Grand Opening of Xinxiang Outdoor Barbecue," and said he wanted to invite her there to check it out—a date.
But at the time, because of problems at home, she had been hesitating and struggling. Coupled with her cousin's advice...
In the end, she had politely turned him down.
Then, during the May Day holiday, her cousin showed her photos of Tang Song on a date with this Bai Fumei at Xinxiang Outdoor Barbecue.
The girl in the photos was this very girl!
She wore a new Burberry white formal dress worth over thirty thousand yuan, a full set of Bulgari accessories, and carried a Chanel handbag.
Her outfit alone was worth more than a hundred thousand yuan.
At the time, Zhao Yachian had merely been a beautician with a high school education who had just lost her job, burdened with credit card debt and Huabei payments.
Even more coincidentally, her cousin had told her that the gift this girl gave Tang Song was a luxury watch worth over ten thousand yuan.
And Zhao Yachian herself had gritted her teeth to buy him only a Citizen watch worth a thousand yuan.
The contrast between them had been painfully stark.
Because of that incident, she had cried alone in her Rental House for a very, very long time.
That was why the memory was so vivid.
The past flooded back.