Hearing those words, the manic expression on Su Yu's face froze instantly.
She seemed not to have expected such an answer at all. Her beautiful amber eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Xianyue—what did you just say?"
Her voice trembled slightly, full of shock, as though she could not believe what she had heard.
Acting worthy of an award-winning actress.
In an instant, she vividly portrayed a woman in despair clutching at her last straw.
Under the gaze of those complicated, fervent eyes, even Ouyang Xuanyue could not help feeling her face heat up and her heart race.
Yet her impeccable composure and experience kept her outwardly calm.
Jealous rivalry—
The term was both unfamiliar and distant to her.
Ever since her husband passed away and she took over the company, her life had been tightly bound by words such as "responsibility," "the greater good," and "dignity."
She was accustomed to strategizing from on high, accustomed to measuring everything with reason rather than following the impulses of emotion.
But she was still a woman.
That night in Rong City, the kiss Tang Song had pressed to her cheek still sent ripples spreading across the lake of her heart.
Those stirrings were real, but the many shackles of her status and worldly concerns meant she had to maintain flawless reserve.
And Su Yu's nearly self-destructive determination at this moment had undoubtedly given her a perfect way out.
Yes, I had no choice.
Jin Meixiao embodied international capital and possessed an overwhelming need for control.
Su Yu was an extreme believer in emotions—impulsive, frenzied, and heedless of consequences.
No matter which of those forces ultimately gained the upper hand, it would be a disaster for Tang Song and for the hard-won stable situation as a whole.
She had to step forward and use