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This is a story about a smart fox who not only played dumb but also played her cards well. Welcome to a day in life of An Mu. Imagine chasing the glitz and glam of showbiz, fooling your ill-intentioned 'in-laws' into thinking you're madly in love with their son, and having an affair with your uncle-in-law—all while attending classes in university! And who is Feng Xiao? A driver, a gigolo, or a thief? Who is this big bad wolf pulling strings behind the curtain? An Mu is not your typical superstar wannabe. She knows what she wants and she will work till she gets it! What other adventures await? What did she lose on her way to stardom, and who is waiting for her return?
An Mu and Feng Xiao—one fierce, and the other ruthless—were an absolute match!
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C City in the evening.
Yuliu Garden, Feng family mansion.
An Mu rushed over. Standing outside the door, she picked up a mirror and touched up her makeup.
Thick eyeshadow covered her entire eyelid, with smokey eye makeup messily applied; thick red color on her lips showed that she had applied way too much lipstick, along with her messy, explosive-looking hairstyle, it made it unbearable to even look at her.
Her clothes were simple. T-shirt, jeans, and a flat-chest—just like a student.
She did not look like a socialite, but more like a street gangster instead.
An Mu felt satisfied with her look. She just could not believe that Feng Ziqian would want to get engaged with such a face!
An Mu stood by the corner of the wall, and sneaked into the house—quiet as a mouse.
Once she entered the engagement party, a gush of heat made An Mu feel that the house was incredibly humid.
It was so suffocating that she felt pain in her chest.
The chest binder straps were so tight that she felt a little breathless.
She looked left and right, glanced toward an obscure corner of the Feng family home, and tiptoed toward the balcony.
Poking her head out to look, nobody noticed her so she quickly hooked her arms under her shirt.
At this very moment...
"That strap is so tight. Can you even breathe?"
A low voice full of sarcasm rang beside her ears.
An Mu froze; her heart went to the throat.
She quickly turned her head!
She saw a man sitting on a bamboo lounge chair on the balcony.
He was wearing a black tuxedo, had a tall and lean physique, while against the light, his clean-cut handsome face shone like a sword, and was extraordinarily attractive.
He was lying down lazily on the lounge chair with his legs crossed. He gave off an aura of royalty, just like he was King of the Night.
He had a cigar on one hand, and tapped the handle of the chair with the other. With the surrounding fog, there was a sense of evil charm to him.
Then, he lifted his slender fingers and pointed to the crowd in the foyer. His lips broadened into a playful smile. "So, is this your crew's home ground?"
The man's magnetic and lively eyes glanced at An Mu.
That arrogant look of his seemed as though he was looking at an ant.
The dangerous atmosphere intimidated An Mu as she gulped her saliva.
Time passed by slowly.
After ten seconds, An Mu broke the silence. "Are you crazy? Do I know you?"
'What crew? What setting? This man's words are so ridiculous! But, did he notice that I had bound my breasts?'
The man lifted his eyes; it gave off a cool gaze.
His thin lips started speaking again while his eyes filled with an evil charm and seduction. "I didn't know Ms. An has such a bad memory."
The way he said 'Ms. An' with such endless charm—it was incredibly sexy and charming.
'Have we met before?'
An Mu frowned in confusion.
'Most importantly, has my identity been exposed?'
An Mu narrowed her eyes. She thought if this guy were to speak nonsense at the party, these few years of disguise would be in vain.
She felt nervous, but still...
She ignored him, adjusted the chest binder straps, and then pulled down her shirt.
She turned her head and giggled at the man. That ugly face would have shocked everyone.
At the same time, as An Mu retreated and was about to leave, she suddenly bent forward.
An Mu grabbed the man's collar with one hand, and leaned on the armrest of the chair with the other. She leaned her body in as she placed her long slender leg on the man's crotch, and threatened, "I don't care who you are, but don't you dare tell anyone whatever you saw just now because I won't let you go."
