Liyun: You don’t belong to me anymore!

Before, at Jiuming Sea, Ji Yue had encountered Herrera and a child who seemed like her daughter.

This completely cleared Luo Youyou of suspicion, removing her from the target list.

But now, Ji Yue no longer thought so.

She knew Luo Youyou.

Then Herrera summoned her to film, and the other lead actress also knew Luo Youyou!

Though it seemed unrelated to Herrera directly, so many coincidences colliding reignited Ji Yue’s old doubts.

Evidence remained insufficient, however.

“Linglong, let me ask—did you agree to film with Herrera because she threatened Luo Youyou’s safety to force you?”

“…”

“Linglong?”

“Eh!?” Ah, right—Linglong is me.

Liyun snapped back—her mind had wandered far away.

Cough cough.

“What did you say?”

“I said—did you agree because Herrera used Luo Youyou’s safety to threaten you?”

“No. I went because I owed Herrera compensation.”

Ji Yue frowned.

Compensation—what? Liyun probably wouldn’t say.

She asked again: “Are you close with Luo Youyou?”

“Mhm. She’s my benefactor—helped me a lot. Without her, I’d have been finished by Herrera.”

“…What did she help with? How does it involve Herrera?”

“She helped… uh, that’s… confidential!” Liyun suddenly clammed up.

[Probably used Luo Youyou as Herrera’s substitute back then.] Ji Yue thought.

She’d had similar ideas once—only her will was iron, eyes fixed solely on Herrera, so she ruthlessly discarded Luo Youyou.

[Later, I can visit Luo Youyou—ask how she explains her tie to Linglong. Any oddity… no, that’d spook the snake. Must investigate secretly. Breakthrough still only through Linglong?]

Ji Yue glanced at Liyun again—Liyun seemed distracted.

After seeing the photo Ji Yue showed, her brain refused to function.

Luo Youyou… that slutty, spankable Luo Youyou…

Actually pouting her ass in a fitting room, letting someone spank her!

So jealous! I want that too!

[Youyou said she loves being crushed by big sis—chases carefree pleasure post-climax. She failed seducing me before—so this person couldn’t be…]

Liyun偷偷 peeked at Ji Yue.

Up close, Ji Yue’s figure and aura perfectly matched Luo Youyou’s ideal big sis type.

Plus, yesterday when she called Luo Youyou, a kid answered—said Luo Youyou just got off a rich woman’s car, something about steel wool, super tired, slept early.

To resolve her doubts, Liyun immediately searched online.

Rich woman, steel wool.

Results made her dizzy.

So “rich woman” and “steel wool”—seemingly unrelated—together meant something so dark!

Twisted rich woman, kept Luo Youyou, using steel wool—brutally tormenting! Admiring Luo Youyou’s pained-yet-pleasured face…

Too cruel! Youyou so cute—usually spankable, sure—but how could anyone bear steel wool on her!

Liyun burned with righteous fury.

Desperately wanted to ask what happened.

– What’s your relationship with Luo Youyou?

Liyun felt direct asking wouldn’t yield truth—if her guess held, Luo Youyou and Hongying’s tie would be…

Better probe sideways!

Liyun calmed, tested: “Uh… bold question—are you from a rich family?”

“Hm?” Ji Yue blinked—naked in the pool, how’d she judge wealth?

“Mhm, well—some small assets. Not much. Just one small goal.”

“Small goal——!”

Liyun horrified, covered mouth.

Unconvinced, she pressed for peace of mind: “Th-Then—do you like steel wool?”

“Hah?”

Question leaped too far—Ji Yue caught off guard, instinctively recalled steel-wooling Herrera into a bruised mess.

Lips twitched.

Answered: “Quite versatile.”

[Besides dishes and cleaning—what else is steel wool for!? That meaning, right!?] Liyun covered face.

Nearly screamed!

That Youyou who always helped her—that Youyou calling her “big sis”… no longer hers?

Every day, every night—tormented by this rich woman with steel wool…

Liyun understood!

Perhaps because Hongying was suppressed by Herrera too long—twisted desires emerged. Plus Herrera and Luo Youyou resembled so much—yesterday she returned and used Luo Youyou as Herrera substitute, steel wool torment!

Otherwise, how could a normal person harm such cute Youyou?

“Uh… last question—what’s your relationship with Luo Youyou?” Liyun asked listlessly.

She’d already assumed the answer—asking just to kill hope.

[…Oh—she’s misled by the photo I showed!]

Ji Yue realized.

But even misled—why such big reaction?

[She… has feelings for Luo Youyou?]

Ji Yue instantly understood.

She met Liyun’s expectant yet panicked eyes, thought:

“You… have ideas about Luo Youyou?”

Ji Yue glanced again at the one mistaken for “rich woman.”

[…Oh—she’s misled by the photo I showed!]

Ji Yue realized.

But even misled—why such big reaction?

[She… has feelings for Luo Youyou?]

Ji Yue instantly understood.

She met Liyun’s expectant yet panicked eyes, thought:

[She thinks I have designs on Luo Youyou?]

Ji Yue knew Luo You was Luo You’s daughter’s aunt—Ji Yue would never.

Whatever she said was for Luo You’s good—and Luo You clearly chose the latter.

In this case—either become inseparable besties, or never speak again. Ji Yue clearly chose the latter.

So she could only make Linglong give up voluntarily—exit stage.

“Then what do you think my relationship with her is?”

“Don’t know…”

“Fine. Luo Youyou and I aren’t that close.”

Liyun’s face lit up—just about to speak, Ji Yue added: “Just bathed together a few times.”

Liyun completely collapsed.

“Bathed a few times—that’s exactly… the relationship I imagined?”

A rotten, rootless connection sustained only by money!

“I-I’ll go first… see you if fate allows.”

Liyun rose soullessly.

“Mhm, see you if fate allows.”

Ji Yue watched her leave.

Stumbling away, Liyun’s back looked desolate, pitiful, helpless.

“Sigh.” Ji Yue sighed deeply.

Ji Yue silently pondered.

She had considered laying everything bare to Linglong—then plotting against Herrera together. One person against that witch was unrealistic.

But tangling with Herrera required eight hundred schemes—or fall into her trap instead.

Ji Yue wasn’t sure she had the meticulous mind to match Herrera—but Linglong absolutely didn’t. She could guarantee that.

So she could only make Linglong give up voluntarily—exit stage.

Splash—

Ji Yue stood from the pool—graceful curves swaying朦胧 in misty vapor. Water streamed, skin glistening under lights, textured.

“Then… I should head to Huahai City too…”

Ji Yue wrapped a dry towel, headed to the changing room.

****

Next day

Ding dong—

“Coming, coming.”

Luo Zining opened the door—Ji Yue outside, arms full of bags.

“Auntie? Free again?” Luo Zining gasped, covered mouth—then realized wrong words.

“Ah! Aaaa I don’t mean unwelcome—just curious why so many holidays lately! My dumb mouth!”

“Nothing. I traveled a few days ago—brought local specialties.”

Ji Yue entered with bags, set by entrance.

“Auntie, you had time to travel? Isn’t Jiuming Sea unsafe now?”

“Squeeze a bit—still can.”

They walked to living room. Ji Yue casual: “Youyou at the gym?”

Luo Zining shook head. “No—she said heading to Jiuming Sea, something to do. Thought she was visiting auntie.”

“Jiuming Sea?” Ji Yue paused. “When?”

“This morning.”

“…”

Not meeting Linglong, right?

She wanted to rush back—but just arrived. Leaving immediately upon hearing Luo Youyou absent would scream guilt.

Had to chat a bit first.

Meanwhile—

Jiuming Sea

Luo You already at Liyun’s door.

Knock knock

“Comiiing—”

Liyun’s listless voice from inside, followed by key jangling.

Creak

Even the door opened feebly.

“Big sis, you look drained?”

Liyun wore thin pajamas, hair messy—seemed sleepless all night.

“Youyou, come in…”

Luo You pouted, somewhat displeased.

Such cute, seductive Youyou right here—to host your welcome banquet—and this reaction?

She hadn’t squeezed her that hard during filming, had she?

Luo You felt off—chased after, slutty seductive blocking big sis.

“I get it! Big sis stayed up jerking to my photo—drained so much, rewarded yourself again—body weak now, huh?

“Really envy Youyou staying so energetic, hahaha…”

“Big sis, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Youyou sit first.

“Your sister?”

“Sis back afternoon. Youyou want… ah, probably honey tangerine.

“Big sis still knows me~ love you like oil.”

Still the same Youyou. Liyun thought.

No sign of rich woman steel wool torment from day before.

[Before sis returns—take Youyou to hot spring, check for marks?]

Liyun stared like a madam at Luo You’s figure…