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Just when I was exhausted from the cold calculations and torment inflicted by my mother-in-law and husband, Lo Sen, fate seemed to deal me a new card— Lo Sen's mistress, Su Qing, suddenly made her entrance.
That day, I had just sat down at home, preparing to recover from the shock and anger I had previously felt, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Su Qing standing there, slightly pregnant, with an expression of pride and victory on her face. She stood at my doorstep wearing a new Chanel suit, complemented by matching high heels, and her wrist adorned with a dazzling Cartier bracelet that was almost blinding.
She looked at me with disdain, as if I were a failure, and mockingly said, " Bai Xi, Lo Sen has already planned everything with me. After you die, we will hold our wedding. By then, I will be Mrs. Luo."
I was taken aback, not because of her words but due to her directness and coldness. I had thought Lo Sen was heartless enough; little did I know his mistress was equally ruthless. Should I be angry? Should I be furious? She probably wanted to see me lose control, but she was destined to be disappointed.
I smiled gently, my voice soft and calm: "How about we collaborate?"
Su Qing was stunned; her smugness was instantly replaced by bewilderment. She clearly hadn't expected me to propose such an absurd suggestion instead of screaming in rage. The expression on her face became somewhat comical as the earlier air of superiority dissipated.
"Collaborate?" she replied incredulously.
"Yes, collaborate," I smiled faintly, seemingly unaffected by her arrogance. "You're pregnant now, right? How many months along are you?"
Su Qing was caught off guard by my reaction; she clearly hadn't anticipated my calm response to her provocation. After a pause, as if reluctant to answer, she finally said, "Five months."
"Five months?" I nodded and then revealed a meaningful smile. "That means you'll be giving birth soon. But I'm just wondering—will Lo Sen kick you to the curb after you have the baby?"
Su Qing's expression instantly soured; the smug look vanished without a trace. She gritted her teeth, her voice laced with anger and caution: "What do you mean?"
I continued to smile lightly, looking directly into her eyes as if trying to see through her soul: "Have you ever considered whether Lo Sen told you that after he 'handles' my affairs, he will marry you? Has he been using those words to keep you feeling special in his eyes?"
Su Qing's face shifted between shades of blue and white, and she began to press her lips together in silence. I knew I had hit a nerve with her. On the surface, she appeared confident, but deep down, she might have already harbored doubts that she was unwilling to confront.
"Think about it," I continued, my voice calm yet firm. "If I were to die, Lo Sen would truly have no worries. At that point, whether your child is born safely would depend entirely on his word. How responsible do you think he would be towards you? Don't forget, men are always unreliable. Your current position could be replaced at any moment."
Su Qing's expression changed completely; the confidence she once had was now replaced by deep uncertainty. She tightly gripped her bag as if trying to suppress her inner fear, but she couldn't help but start trembling. I knew I had struck at her deepest fear—she was merely a mistress who could be discarded at any time, a woman who could not obtain a true commitment even while pregnant.
Her gaze flickered, and after a long pause, she finally asked softly, "What do you want?"
I looked at her and slightly curled my lips into a smile. "Let's cooperate."
"Cooperate?" She repeated the word as if trying to grasp my true intentions. It was clear she was reluctant to trust me and unwilling to collaborate under these circumstances, but she knew she had no other choice.
"You can choose not to believe me," I shrugged casually. "But you know that Lo Sen's sweet words are merely for his own benefit. Do you want to gamble on whether he will actually marry you, or would you prefer to cooperate with me and take control of your own future? Think it over."
Su Qing's expression changed again; her eyes darted between me and her belly, clearly weighing my words. She began to realize that no matter how much she wished to be Lo Sen's one and only, she was just a tool, a pawn that could be discarded at any moment. And now, I had given her another option.
After a moment of silence, she coldly said, "Why should I trust you?"
I didn't answer immediately; instead, I smiled faintly. "You don't need to fully trust me, but you must understand that as long as you continue to believe in Lo Sen, you will suffer greatly."
Her pupils slightly contracted as if she understood something. Watching the change in her expression, I knew I had won this psychological battle. Her confidence was crumbling while my plan was taking shape step by step.
"You can take your time to think it over before responding; time is not on your side." I stood up and walked toward the door, signaling that she could leave.
Su Qing stood there, saying nothing more. Her face still held an air of arrogance, but the turmoil within her was evident. She might not want to admit it, but she was beginning to consider everything I had said.
As she walked away, I watched her retreating figure and smirked coldly. This game had never truly been led by Lo Sen and Aunt Lin; they were merely caught up in their moment of triumph. Now, I would make them aware of who the true master of the chessboard was.
Standing by the window, I took a deep breath, calculating every step ahead. I had already begun to shake Su Qing's resolve, and next would be the grand performance of Lo Sen and Aunt Lin.
My counterattack had only just begun.
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