He was still holding a bowl of hot tea. Seeing this, he merely took a slow sip, then turned to Sun Wukong. "See that?"
Sun Wukong grinned. "Saw it. The fish took the bait."
Su Wanwan was amused just listening to them. "You two are practically fishing for everyone in the temple."
"Not practically." Chu Yang corrected her seriously. "We are fishing for them."
By midmorning, the second step arrived.
This time, Su Wanwan made the move.
Of course, it was not some "honey trap" she had volunteered for. After discussing it with Chu Yang the night before, they had settled on a strategy that was half true, half false—letting others fill in the blanks themselves.
She did not need to deliberately do anything.
She only needed to look a little like she had been wronged but was holding it in at the right moment.
For people already prone to overthinking, this was even easier than putting on an act directly.
So, nearing noon, she deliberately stood alone beneath a plum tree in the back courtyard and let out a soft sigh.
Sure enough, not far away, two women dressed like young Daoist nuns who were drying vegetables quietly pricked up their ears.
Su Wanwan then "absently" muttered, "All he knows is fooling around with Brother Monkey..."
The moment she said that, the two women exchanged glances.
Here it came.
They had been ordered to find a sore point in this girl's heart. Now that she had revealed some displeasure on her own, how could they not seize the chance?
One of the older women immediately approached, her face full of concern. "Miss, are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Su Wanwan first looked startled, as though she had not expected anyone to hear her. Then she forced a smile. "It's nothing."