Night slowly fell.
International Finance Centre, Tower T2 (North Tower), 53rd floor.
Golden Pavilion Chinese Restaurant.
Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows lay Lujiazui's dazzling nightscape.
At a round table by the window with the best view.
Lin Mu Xue held a cup of warm pu'er tea, a poised smile on her face as she quietly listened to Bei Weiwei sharing stories beside her.
"That martial arts director was practically a devil. For one fight scene, I was suspended on wires and flying around in the air for three whole days. My legs were covered in bruises, and they still haven't faded—"
"And the second male lead in our production, that trendy idol who's been pretty popular lately? He looks decent enough, but behind the scenes, he's absolutely filthy—"
Lowering her voice, Bei Weiwei eagerly shared all kinds of amusing incidents from the set and gossip from the entertainment industry.
Yet those topics that would usually have thrilled Xiao Xue had little effect this time.
She only chimed in every now and then, seeming somewhat detached.
At that moment, her mind was rapidly weighing the pros and cons.
The housing contract had already been signed, and the ownership transfer would soon be completed.
There was no way she could give up this multimillion luxury apartment in the heart of Lujiazui.
But Bei Weiwei belonged to Su Yu.
Living so close to her—practically across the hall—what would Director Jin think if word of this reached her ears?
Would she misunderstand and assume that she and Su Yu had some private connection?
Then it really would be like mud splashed into her pants: even if it wasn't shit, it would look like shit.
But on second thought.
She felt that she hadn't really done anything wrong.
Ms. Ouyang had given her this apartment.