Dangerous Game

An Ning managed to arrive in time for the exam. As she looked back before entering the gate, she shouted to Zhi Hao, "Thank you!"

Zhi Hao remained in the car, watching her walk into the building. After a moment, he turned to his driver and said, "Let's go." Mr. Jin, the driver, glanced at his boss, who wore the same expression he had all year round, and replied, "Okay." He couldn't shake the feeling that his boss was becoming increasingly strange with each passing day.

Meanwhile, Feng Yue received a message from the thugs saying, "We couldn't fulfill our end of the deal."

Feng Yue was so enraged that she shattered the glass in her hand, blood spilling from her palm as she screamed, "That miserable An Ning!" She felt a surge of panic; until now, everything had gone according to her plan, but suddenly, everything was shifting. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, with her hair disheveled and a wild look in her eyes, she muttered, "I'm going to kill her."

For the past few weeks, Feng Yue had orchestrated her every move with precision. She had expected to see the fruits of her labor bear sweet results, but now everything felt like it was slipping through her fingers. Anger coursed through her veins as she thought of An Ning, who had been a thorn in her side for too long. "How dare she?"

Meanwhile, An Ning was finishing her college entrance exams after two grueling days. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she completed the last paper. On her way home, her mind drifted back to the events of the exam, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I let Feng Yue run free because I wanted to toy with her a bit, but I'm going to take her down for good. Feng Yue is dangerous."

An Ning was no stranger to the games people played, and she knew she had to outsmart her opponent. She had spent too much time in Feng Yue's shadow, allowing her to manipulate the situation in her favor. No more. An Ning would turn the tables and make Feng Yue the one who was afraid.

As she walked, her thoughts turned mischievous. A sly grin crept across her face as she recalled the couple of misfits she had been observing: a pair of unsuspecting individuals who could serve her purpose. "Why not hasten their union?" she mused. If she could get them tangled up in their own drama, it would keep Feng Yue occupied and away from her long enough for An Ning to execute her plan.

With determination, she began to map out her strategy. An Ning knew she needed to strike when Feng Yue was vulnerable, and she was confident that creating chaos in Feng Yue's life would be the key to her downfall. She needed to ensure that Feng Yue was too distracted to focus on her.

Later that evening, An Ning sat in her room, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden desk. The dim light cast shadows across her notebooks, filled with sketches and notes about her adversaries. She had learned everything she could about Feng Yue and her associates, and now it was time to put her plan into action.

As An Ning picked up her phone, she thought about the implications of her next move. She dialed a number that she had memorized weeks ago, and after a few rings, someone answered.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end said.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. An Ning was the first to break it. "Let's meet."

The voice paused, and An Ning could sense the hesitation. "What's the urgency?"

"There's someone I need to deal with. You're the only one who can help," she replied, her tone firm.

"Fine. Where?"

They settled on a small café known for its secluded corners, a place where they could discuss matters without being overheard. An Ning felt a sense of excitement build within her as she made her way to the café the next day.

When she arrived, she found a quiet table tucked away in a corner. She ordered a tea and waited, her heart pounding with anticipation. Soon, her contact arrived, a figure cloaked in shadows, making their way over to her.

"You said you needed help," the person said, lowering their voice as they sat down.

"Yes," An Ning replied, leaning in closer. "I need you to create a diversion. Something that will keep Feng Yue busy for a while. I want her to think she's in control, but I need her distracted."

"Distracted how?" her contact asked, intrigued.

An Ning hesitated, considering the implications of her plan. "I want you to stir up rumors. Make it seem like there's something bigger happening that involves her. She has to feel threatened, cornered, like everything she's built is about to crumble."

Then she thought of Ming Hao and added, "Say that Ming Hao is dating someone and that he's going to get engaged soon. She won't be able to resist if she hears something like that."

An Ning remembered how the Xiao family was planning to host a party soon and thought about what had happened at that party in her past life. This time, she decided to turn the tables. "Let's make it seem like there's going to be a big event soon. The daughter of the Xiao family will be organizing a party, and I want Feng Yue to think it's the perfect opportunity to strike." She thought, " I'll make sure she feels like she's losing control, just like she did before."

Her contact nodded, a slow smile spreading across their face. "That's more like it. I can spread some whispers around school, make sure they reach her ears. But you need to be careful. Feng Yue isn't someone to take lightly. She'll retaliate if she feels threatened."

"I'm counting on that," An Ning said, her voice steady. "But she won't know what hit her. I'll have my eyes on her every move."

As they finalized the details, An Ning felt a rush of adrenaline. This was the beginning of her plan, the first step toward taking back control. She knew Feng Yue had been playing a dangerous game, but An Ning was ready to change the rules.