The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

Yan Xun found the gift Yan Ting gave to Lu Huai slightly amusing.

To win over someone like Lu Huai, the only way is through an exchange of benefits to gain even a sliver of his true affection.

Feelings mean absolutely nothing to him.

Otherwise, Qiu-jie wouldn't have gone abroad to study in the first place.

He looked down and opened WeChat.

"Sister Qiu, when will you arrive?"

"It'll be there in three minutes."

"Excuse me." Yan Ting walked out of the private room and asked a waiter, "Excuse me, where is the nearest restroom?"

The waiter was very polite, and he said in a respectful tone, "Miss, please come this way with me."

Yanting, carrying her bag, followed the waiter to the bathroom door.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The waiter led the person away and then turned to leave.

The restrooms on the cruise ship were very luxurious, spotless, and the first thing you smelled upon entering was a pleasant, sweet perfume scent, like the delicate fragrance of lilies.

At that moment, one of the stall doors in the bathroom opened, and a woman with brown curly hair and wearing an off-the-shoulder beige dress walked out.

Her features were delicate, and there was an indescribable familiarity about her eyes and brows.

At this moment, only the woman who came out and Yan Ting who had just gone in were in the bathroom.

The woman's eyes flickered slightly when she saw Yanting.

However, she didn't say anything, but walked to the sink and started washing her hands.

Yanting felt vaguely uncomfortable.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the way this woman looked at her just now seemed to include scrutiny, disdain, and calculation.

The only thing missing was the indifference of seeing a stranger.

When she came out, the woman was no longer in the bathroom.

Yanting walked to the sink, lowered her eyes, squeezed a little hand soap into her palm and rubbed it. The faucet was a sensor faucet. She put her two soft, slender hands under the faucet, and with a splash, a stream of clear water washed away the hand soap residue between her fingers.

After wiping the water droplets off his hands with a tissue, Yanting returned the way he came.

However, before she could even step into the private room, she heard a woman's voice.

"Ah Huai, it's been a long time." The gentle voice contained a hint of coquettishness.

Yan Ting stopped in her tracks and stood in a secluded spot at the corner of the doorway.

Through the glass, she could clearly see the woman she had met briefly in the bathroom earlier, now chatting intimately with Lu Huai.

Yan Xun happily called out to Sister Qiu, then turned to Lu Huai and smiled, "Brother Huai, this is the surprise I was talking about."

Gu Qianqiu smiled gently, her eyes crinkling: "Knowing that it's A-Huai's birthday today, I made a special trip here today."

Compared to Yan Xun's joy, the slight smile on Lu Huai's face vanished completely.

He said in a deep voice, "Yan Xun, who gave you permission to act on your own?"

Everyone was stunned, except for Sheng Yuanze.

He looked at Miss Gu with great interest.

Having dealt with Lu Huai for many years, he knew Gu Qianqiu.

This woman is quite shrewd; after all, she was the kind of woman who managed to escape unscathed from a group of playboys.

Despite Lu Huai's displeased appearance, the more he acts this way, the more it shows that Gu Qianqiu is different from other women to him.

After Yan Xun came to his senses, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he grinned and said, "Brother Huai, for Sister Qiu's sake, don't be angry."

Gu Qianqiu smiled slightly and took out a gift box from her bag: "This is a bracelet I bought at an overseas auction. I hope Ahuai likes it."

The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere around them became strange.

Yan Ting, standing outside the door, was completely stiff.

It turns out that this woman was Lu Huai's white moonlight during high school.

No wonder she thought he looked familiar when she was in the bathroom.

Gu Qianqiu does indeed resemble Yan Ting somewhat.

This was the first time Yanting had met Miss Gu.

Looking at Lu Huai's calm face, which revealed no hint of his thoughts, a faint bitterness gradually spread through her heart.

"Ah Huai." Yan Ting is not one to back down, and even if it's her white moonlight, she won't back down in a place like this.

The moment she walked in, she met Gu Qianqiu's gaze.

She appears gentle, but actually harbors hostility.

The already eerie atmosphere became even more tense the moment Yan Ting stepped into the private room.

One is his former ideal woman, and the other is his current fiancée. It's a love triangle!

Lu Huai seemed oblivious to the eerie atmosphere and said softly, "Put it away!"

He was referring to the gift Gu Qianqiu gave him.

It was the same pretty waitress from before. Just as she was about to step forward to take the gift, Gu Qianqiu stopped her, pretending to be angry, and said, "I bought it for you."

As she spoke, she picked up the bracelet and was about to put it on Lu Huai.

Yan Ting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her porcelain-white fingers clenched tightly.

Lu Huai frowned and said, "I don't like wearing this kind of thing."

Even so, he still let Gu Qianqiu put it on.

Even though it was summer, Yanting felt colder than in winter.

She pursed her lips, sat on the sofa, and remained silent.

She was clearly Lu Huai's fiancée, but at this moment she seemed like an outsider who had interfered in their relationship.

Gu Qianqiu suddenly looked at Yan Ting and said in a gentle tone, "You must be A-Huai's fiancée?"

"She's really beautiful."

Xu Rou was laughing at Yan Ting's current predicament when she suddenly heard Gu Qianqiu praise Yan Ting's beauty, and a hint of dissatisfaction arose in her heart.

Gu Qianqiu must be stupid to praise her love rival.

In reality, her skill level is more than one level higher than hers.

Yan Ting was always sensitive, and even though Gu Qianqiu seemed so approachable, she still sensed that the other person was mocking her.

It's as if it's saying, "You're nothing special."

Yan Xun suddenly spoke up, "Sister Qiu, don't you think Miss Yan looks a lot like you?"

"Really?" Gu Qianqiu smiled.

"So, Ah Huai, who do you think is more in line with your aesthetic standards, me or Miss Yan?"

As soon as these words came out.

A sense of confrontation had already permeated the entire private room.

Yanting remained silent.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Huai's answer caused Gu Qianqiu's expression to stiffen slightly.

"In terms of looks, you are indeed not as good as her."

This was said to Gu Qianqiu.

Yan Ting was taken aback.

Sheng Yuanze gave a short laugh.

"Indeed, Miss Yan's beauty is undeniable."

Gu Qianqiu is indeed beautiful, but her beauty has its limitations; she is more of a girl from a modest family.

Although the two look somewhat alike, everyone has a discerning eye.

Yan Ting surpasses Gu Qianqiu in every aspect, from facial features and skin to temperament.

Otherwise, when Yanting was ranked as the top daughter of the most prestigious family in Yancheng, she wouldn't have surpassed all the other beauties and become the undisputed number one in Yancheng.

You may not like Yanting.

But you can't say she's not beautiful.

Seeing this, Yan Xun immediately stepped in to smooth things over: "Everyone has their own preferences. I like Qiu Jie's looks. No matter how beautiful someone is, if they don't have personality, they're boring."

Gu Qianqiu pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Ah Huai is right. I am indeed not as pretty as Miss Yanting. But as Xiao Xun said, if your personality is boring, even if you are pretty, you will get tired of it."

The young men around them were shrewd; they all thought to themselves with admiration.

This Gu Qianqiu is no pushover!

……

[Lu Huai's birthday party was held on a cruise ship.] System report on plot progress: [And now Lu Huai's white moonlight is also on the cruise ship.]

"Cruise ship?"

Chen Xiao seemed to be deep in thought.

He wasn't short of cruise ships. Before he transmigrated, he already owned his own piece of sea, and he was tired of yachts, cruise ships, and steamships.

In the system's eyes, although its host is not poor, he is definitely not as rich as those wealthy families.

So it suggested: "The host can sneak in like last time."

However, the young man replied in a nonchalant and lazy manner, "No need."

"It's just a cruise ship."

When the system behind them saw the huge, luxurious cruise ship, it fell silent.

They were frightened.