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Hai Tang held her phone tightly, her fingertips turning white and her knuckles protruding, as if she were about to crush the device.
Jing Yu hung up on her call.
Under the gaze of millions of viewers, and with Yu Baixue's malicious stare fixed upon her, Jing Yu ended the call.
A wave of humiliation washed over her, nearly drowning her. She felt a burning sensation on her face, as if she had been slapped hard, the sting making it almost impossible to breathe.
In the live stream, comments flew like snowflakes—mockery, sarcasm, and doubt pierced her heart like countless tiny needles, the dense pain threatening to push her to the brink of collapse.
"Is this your boyfriend? He won't even answer your call?"
"Putting on a show of affection, only to be slapped in the face?"
"I'm dying of laughter; this is just too awkward!"
These stinging words were like sharp blades, digging into her heart and making her wish she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Yu Baixue couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her mouth; victory sparkled in her eyes as if everything had gone according to her plan.
Feigning sympathy, she said, "Hai Tang, don't be sad; maybe Jing Yu is really busy?" Her tone dripped with schadenfreude.
Hai Tang took a deep breath, struggling to suppress her anger and grievance. She couldn't cry; she couldn't break down in front of the camera. She told herself to be strong, to keep smiling, and not give Yu Baixue the satisfaction of seeing her falter.
She forced out a strained smile and said, "It's fine; I'll call again."
Her voice trembled slightly, but she made an effort to appear nonchalant.
However, the line remained cold with a busy tone. "Beep... beep... beep..." Each sound felt like a mockery of her own delusions.
Jing Yu's indifference pierced her heart like a sharp knife. She felt like a clown, stripped bare in front of everyone, exposing all her vulnerabilities and shortcomings.
The outline of the web novel required the plot point of Yu Baixue taking advantage of her, but the previous chapter did not mention who Yu Baixue had invited. Therefore, I adapted it here to have Yu Baixue invite Jing Yu first before making her move. This made more sense logically and highlighted the conflict better.
Seeing Hai Tang hit another wall, Yu Baixue became even more smug, as if she could already envision Hai Tang's complete failure.
Feigning surprise, she said, "Oh my, it seems Jing Yu is really busy. But that's okay; I know a very famous designer, Kevin. His dresses are the favorites of celebrities, and I can invite him to our dinner."
Her tone was filled with boastfulness and pride, as if she were deliberately provoking Hai Tang.
Yu Baixue's words detonated like a bomb in the live stream chat.
The comments flooded in instantly, filled with envy and admiration.
"Wow, Yu Baixue actually knows Kevin!"
"I'm so jealous; I want to wear a dress designed by Kevin too!"
"Yu Baixue is just amazing!"
The atmosphere in the live stream became lively in an instant, all eyes focused on Yu Baixue while Hai Tang was completely sidelined.
Hai Tang's heart sank to the bottom, as if she had fallen into a cold abyss, surrounded by darkness with no glimmer of hope in sight.
She knew that Yu Baixue was deliberately showing off, intentionally humiliating her, making her feel embarrassed in front of everyone.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and beads of sweat formed in the palms of her hands.
At that moment, her phone vibrated, the screen lighting up with a new message.
It was a text from Jing Yu: "Sorry, I was in a meeting just now. My father's year-end summary is very important. I just saw your message. What happened?"
The tone of the message was filled with apology and concern.
Seeing this text, Hai Tang felt a mix of emotions, as if a bottle of flavors had been overturned—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty all surged to her heart.
She felt a sense of relief knowing that Jing Yu hadn’t intentionally ignored her, but also a twinge of helplessness—why did it have to be at this moment?
She understood that Jing Yu wasn’t deliberately avoiding her calls; he was genuinely busy. Yet she still couldn’t let go of her feelings or forgive his indifference, especially after being embarrassed in front of so many people.
In a fit of pique, she replied, "It's nothing. I've already invited someone else."
She intentionally left out who it was, wanting to see Jing Yu's reaction.
Almost instantly, Jing Yu called her back. The ringtone was urgent and loud, as if urging her to answer.
His voice was anxious and tense: "Who did you invite? Which designer?"
He was eager to know the answer, his tone carrying an almost imperceptible hint of panic.
"Guess," Hai Tang said in a deliberately casual tone.
She wanted to take a small revenge on Jing Yu, letting him taste the anxiety for once.
Jing Yu's voice grew more urgent. "Stop messing around, just tell me who it is!"
He seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation, his tone laced with a hint of pleading.
Hai Tang remained silent for a few seconds, savoring Jing Yu's tension and unease before slowly saying, "Since you want to know so badly, why don't you come over?"
There was a subtle hint of satisfaction in her voice.
"Address?"
Jing Yu asked impatiently.
Hai Tang provided the address of the restaurant arranged by the production team.
After hanging up the phone, Hai Tang looked at Yu Baixue, a flicker of triumph passing through her eyes.
Yu Baixue, did you think you had won?
The game had only just begun.
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