This night, the moonlight was cold and clear, suspended in the sky, casting a faint cold light over the Song Family estate.
Everyone had their own desires.
But if those desires formed a triangle around the city, inevitably someone would be kicked out, and Jiang Muwan became the middle point in a tug-of-war between the Song Family and Gu Jiangnian, capable of bending only one side.
And regardless of which side she chose, the other would suffer immensely.
The study, the bedroom, the living room, each was a point of a stable triad.
In the Song Family this late at night, everyone was awake.
A banquet intoxicated the onlookers, but the key players remained sober.
In the study, Jiang Muwan's hands were propped on her head, her eyes closed, her heart trembling, causing her whole body to shiver.
Tears on her cheeks fell onto the tabletop, blooming, then disappearing into the wooden surface.
