Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 39

Facing the “green tea” remarks from Si Xiaoxiao, the eldest daughter of the Gong family, Gong Zhiyuan, seemed completely deaf and paid no attention to the exaggerated performance.

In her world, only You Yilin remained.

The clamoring electronic music, the flickering bonfire, the curious gazes surrounding them…

All the background elements were blurred.

Gong Zhiyuan’s grey-blue eyes, like a moonstone covered in dust, reflected only You Yilin’s silhouette.

She tilted her head slightly, intently looking at the person who had captured her heart but was now breaking it. Her long eyelashes cast a small, fragile shadow beneath her eyelids.

Her red lips parted, her voice soft and gentle, carrying the unique softness and slight halting accent of a foreign speaker. Yet, it was as clear as the striking of the purest jade, cutting through the background noise and landing directly where You Yilin stood: “A-Lin, I… I only… want to hear you speak.”

What a devoted, pitiful girl.

She placed herself in such a humble position, only to receive an answer from the person she loved.

That focused gaze, that sense of total trust shattered by sudden confusion, instantly tugged at the heartstrings of the few female companions nearby who understood Chinese.

Si Xiaoxiao also felt a pang of guilt, internally calling it a sin.

“I love her!” Unfortunately, the scoundrel You Yilin was determined to hurt the other’s feelings. She stiffened her resolve and uttered the very callous line: “In the script of love, the unloved one is the mistress.”

This sentence was like a poisoned blade, fiercely stabbing Gong Zhiyuan’s heart.

Her slender body swayed almost imperceptibly, as if all her strength had been drained away. Her long lashes lowered, and a thin film of moisture covered her grey-blue eyes.

In those eyes, there was no anger, no resentment, not even a trace of hatred.

There was only a bottomless, pure sorrow. That sorrow was so heavy, so profound, like a fragile mirror.

The flickering light of the bonfire danced on her pale cheeks, making her seem as vulnerable as a bubble about to dissipate in the moonlight.

“Is that true? A-Lin, do you really not love me?”

She lifted her head again, her voice as light as a sigh, with a heavier nasal sound and more noticeable halting, every word seemingly squeezed from a broken heart.

Even Si Xiaoxiao, playing the “mistress,” couldn’t help but empathize, wanting to charge forward on behalf of the eldest daughter and take down the “scoundrel couple” before her!

In fact, the eldest daughter’s emotions infected the rest of the party. The noisy gathering instantly quieted down. While not everyone understood Chinese, the onlookers could all sense Gong Zhiyuan’s profound sorrow and distress, each one burning with indignation.

All eyes focused on the pitiful beauty, who seemed like fragile crystal.

A silent condemnation permeated the air, and countless gazes, like cold needles, pricked at You Yilin and Si Xiaoxiao.

Si Xiaoxiao found it difficult to bear the pressure and signaled to her friend You Yilin, suggesting she simply give in to the poor woman.

The girl loved her so much, and pulling a stunt like this at her birthday party was truly going too far. It felt like the fragile, pathetic eldest daughter might faint at any moment.

“I’m sorry, I…” You Yilin still hardened her heart. This was her best chance; otherwise, it would be even harder to explain things clearly later.

But Gong Zhiyuan grabbed You Yilin’s hand, her face pleading, even utterly humble: “Please, don’t say those hurtful things here. Can we go over there and talk privately, alright?”

You Yilin’s hand was grasped by the delicate, soft palm, and half of her body immediately tensed up. She was afraid that if they spoke privately, she would not have the heart to continue hurting the poor girl. So, with her other hand, she forcefully pulled Si Xiaoxiao over and insisted: “My lover should also have the right to know. If we’re talking, we talk together!”

Si Xiaoxiao’s scalp tingled. Now, the eldest daughter, whose eyes had only held her lover, finally looked directly at the “mistress.”

Those eyes, clear as the sky, were instantly soaked with moisture, and her delicate beauty was creased into a straight line. Her fingers, unconsciously gripping the edge of her saree, exposed the turmoil in her heart.

She even lowered herself to plead with her romantic rival: “Please, I want to talk to A-Lin alone.”

The one in the high position lowered her head for love, struggling to maintain her composure, yet every detail revealed her heartbreak.

Gazing at such a gentle, beautiful woman, Si Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but feel a softening in her heart. Unfortunately, she was destined to play the villain.

“No!” Si Xiaoxiao exerted her best acting skills, speaking with absolute finality.

“Why?” The eldest daughter’s immediate response was astonishing: “We can be together. I am willing to let you join this family.”

She was so utterly humble! Was this eldest daughter completely blinded by love?!

Si Xiaoxiao couldn’t take it anymore!

To make the eldest daughter give up her obsession with a certain husky, she decided to use her ultimate move, dragging Li Ting into the fray. Raising her hand, she pointed across to Li Ting: “It’s not just me between you two! There’s also her! A triangle is the most stable shape, but if you join now, it becomes a quadrilateral! It’s not stable at all! So no!!”

In the shadow, although Li Ting hadn’t heard the entire farce, she sensed that the fire seemed to be reaching her. She slowly lifted her head, and her eyes genuinely held a hint of the “rightful wife’s” animosity toward a “mistress.”

Gong Zhiyuan’s entire body shook, becoming even more shattered: “But…”

“You don’t even qualify to join this family!” Si Xiaoxiao’s performance grew more exaggerated, thinking her quadrilateral theory was simply genius.

And she was a professional actress, so there was absolutely no way she would break character and laugh!!

You Yilin tugged at Si Xiaoxiao’s sleeve, asking her with a look if she wasn’t going too far, and if this act was too much.

Perhaps the darkness of the night obscured Si Xiaoxiao’s expression, or perhaps being love-blind truly lowers one’s intelligence; the eldest Miss Gong believed it. Large tears streamed down her face. Like a resentful woman, she questioned You Yilin, enveloped in bleeding sorrow: “A-Lin, what exactly am I to you?”

You Yilin was playing the role of the scoundrel for the first time and was a bit rusty. Her voice stammered with a lack of conviction: “You… you’re nothing. We ended a long time ago!”

Gong Zhiyuan was devastated, her entire being seeming to dim a few shades. She lifted her hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes. Her tone was filled with a sense of helplessness, and she spoke in a voice only the three of them could hear: “Fine, then, can you, the three of you, please come with me for a moment? I’ll find a quiet place to explain this clearly. I am willing to stop bothering you.”

Perhaps to maintain the dignity of a wealthy family’s eldest daughter and avoid losing composure at her own birthday party, Gong Zhiyuan pleaded once more.

Si Xiaoxiao and You Yilin exchanged glances. They finally found their conscience; to refuse now would be impolite.

You Yilin still cared about the eldest Miss Gong’s reputation and face. The reason she spoke up in public initially was partly to let everyone side with the eldest daughter and collectively condemn and denounce the scoundrel, as the one who made the mistake wasn’t the eldest daughter.

But now the eldest daughter wanted to talk privately, so be it.

Naturally, the party staff, having received instructions from the eldest daughter, also walked over to Li Ting, inviting her to join the private conversation.

Led by the eldest daughter, Si Xiaoxiao and You Yilin were the first to arrive at a luxurious, secluded duplex villa on the beachfront. The environment was very private.

“This is my private property. No need to change shoes, please come in.” The eldest daughter friendly turned on the villa lights, seemingly having adjusted her emotions.

Seeing that the eldest daughter seemed to have composed herself, You Yilin breathed a sigh of relief, and the grip on Si Xiaoxiao’s hand finally loosened.

She was about to turn back and make her final farewell to Gong Zhiyuan when she noticed that the seemingly frail eldest daughter was accompanied by several large, muscular women.

???

You Yilin’s danger senses immediately went off. Her sharp police intuition instantly perceived danger: “A-Yuan, what is the meaning of this?”

Gong Zhiyuan first spoke a few sentences in a foreign language to the two bodyguards, then turned to You Yilin, her face still bearing the friendly and gentle smile: “They are just bodyguards my mommy assigned to me.”

She said this, but the bodyguards beside her were not performing bodyguard duties. Instead, they took out a white box, opened it, and placed it in front of the eldest daughter. Inside, clearly visible, were several vials of unknown medication.

Even Si Xiaoxiao sensed that something was amiss with the eldest daughter before them.

It was as if the pitiable, glass-like fragility had completely peeled away, replaced by something that seemed… a little… unhinged?

So, You Yilin pressed on, though her voice was strained: “These drugs are…”

“Don’t worry, they won’t be life-threatening,” Gong Zhiyuan smiled. She nonchalantly picked up one of the vials; the sharp needle point looked especially frightening under the light: “A-Lin, please, tell me the reason for the breakup again. Please be honest, okay?”

You Yilin glanced at the position of the bodyguards. They looked calm, their muscle mass was intimidating, and they were likely quite skilled.

She internally assessed how she could fight against multiple opponents, but at the same time, she knew that keeping the woman before her calm was vital.

“I’m sorry, A-Yuan, I did lie.”

Gong Zhiyuan’s grey-blue eyes, filled with moisture and appearing fragile, flickered almost imperceptibly upon hearing You Yilin’s “I’m sorry, A-Yuan, I did lie.”

The layer of heartbreaking sadness that enveloped her seemed to be lightly pierced from within.

She tilted her head slightly, her pale face still wearing that gentle, almost eerie smile. Her voice still carried that soft, halting accent, yet it radiated a chilling coldness that made one’s spine crawl: “Lie? A-Lin, you know, I hate it when people lie to me, especially you.”

You Yilin’s eyes flickered: “I…”

Her slender fingers gently caressed the cold glass tube of the drug vial; the needle tip glittered like a cold star under the light. “So… tell me the truth. The whole truth.”

You Yilin took a deep breath. Her police officer’s instinct caused her muscles to tense up, entering a state of alert. While quickly scanning the positions of the bodyguards, who stood like iron towers, and their potential attack routes, she used the most steady tone possible to explain: “I’m sorry, Xiaoxiao was just someone I hired to make you angry. I don’t love you. Let’s break up. All the times I told you I loved you, I was lying.”

She couldn’t reveal the existence of her mission and didn’t want to implicate Si Xiaoxiao. Thus, she could only offer this explanation, taking all the responsibility onto herself to protect Si Xiaoxiao.

However, she didn’t know that all her attempts to protect Si Xiaoxiao in that moment became knives stabbing into Gong Zhiyuan.

Gong Zhiyuan’s body trembled violently from extreme anger and pain. Her pale cheeks flushed with a morbid redness. Her grey-blue eyes now burned with a fire of madness, staring intensely at You Yilin, as if she wanted to devour her alive.

“Take them down!”

Gong Zhiyuan’s voice was sharp as a blade, issuing a fierce command to the bodyguards in her fluent mother tongue, without a single stammer.

In this moment, there was no trace of the gentleness and humility she had displayed at the party; only bottomless madness and obsession.

What belonged to her, no one else could take—this was the assertiveness expected of a top-tier heiress.

The bodyguards, already poised, lunged at You Yilin like beasts given a signal. Their movements were swift and vicious, displaying obvious combat skills, far beyond ordinary security.

“Xiaoxiao, step back!” You Yilin roared, pushing Si Xiaoxiao away, while simultaneously ducking under a heavy, straight punch.

She instantly entered combat mode, her eyes sharp as a hawk. The honed instincts of a police officer erupted fully.

The living room instantly became a battlefield.

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