{The infatuated female supporting role is no longer a dog}

It was already well known that working for the Su family came with excellent pay. Despite Su Wan’s temper, which involved occasional bursts of anger, Aunt Wang had never wanted to leave. That was the real reason she had stayed all along.

Just as Aunt Wang was happily tidying up the dishes, Su Wan suddenly came back, catching her off guard.

Her slender figure leaned against the wall, lips curled in a slight smile.

“By the way…”

Aunt Wang thought she was about to change her mind and her expression froze.

Su Wan brushed back a stray lock of hair near her ear and asked, “Do you know how to get in touch with a good renovation company? I want to redo the room—it looks depressing.”

Aunt Wang hesitated for a moment. “I do, but what about Mr. Li?”

“You don’t need to worry about him. Just help me get it sorted.”

…

Su Wan lounged in her bedroom, sipping slowly from a thermos. She scrolled through her WeChat messages, realizing she hadn’t replied to her assistant in several days.

“Wan-jie, Sis, if you don’t come to the set soon, we’ll be stuck waiting forever!”

“Please, the director is furious, and there are rumors about you everywhere!”

“My dear ancestor, if we don’t start filming by Saturday, it’ll be a disaster!”

The increasingly desperate tone of the messages was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes.

This scene felt familiar to Su Wan.

She thought back carefully.

In the original novel, the previous Su Wan skipped filming because of a fight with the male lead. This was used against her, spiraling into a scandal accusing the Su family of laundering money through her daughter’s career, which caused the Su family’s stock to plummet overnight.

This was the fuse that led to the downfall of the Su family.

In contrast, Su Qin, the female lead, seized the opportunity to take Su Wan’s role in the drama, which skyrocketed her career.

To ensure the Su family remained her safety net, Su Wan knew she couldn’t just sit back and watch it all fall apart.

Given the original character’s brash and confrontational nature, once she hit rock bottom, she wouldn’t even need Su Qin to seek revenge—her past enemies would drown her in their scorn.

“…”

Realizing this, Su Wan instantly became alert and seriously replied to the messages.

Tomorrow was Saturday, the deadline.

Su Wan: “I’ll be there tomorrow. Get everything arranged.”

As long as they didn’t mind her poor acting skills, she was determined to see this through. She’d endure the criticism as a “pretty face” actress, finish the drama, and after the male and female leads had their happily-ever-after, she’d retire, become a carefree rich woman, and live out her days in peace.

Su Wan happily rolled over in bed.

The future seemed bright!

Her assistant responded almost immediately, his excitement evident: “Great! I’ll pick you up at noon tomorrow! Can you wake up on time?”

Su Wan calmly replied: “No problem.”

Her body clock was already urging her to sleep.

“Knock, knock.”

It was Aunt Wang, delivering a warm glass of milk.

Su Wan sipped it slowly. The milk was rich and creamy, the temperature just right—perfect for drinking.

“Thank you, you should get some rest too,” Su Wan said politely with a nod. Aunt Wang blinked in surprise, took the empty glass, and thought to herself that everything she saw today must not have been an illusion.

Su Wan, polite and gentle? Who would’ve thought?

In the end, Aunt Wang believed it was all because of Mr. Li…

She must be trying to change for the man she loves.

Su Wan didn’t miss the brief flash of pity in Aunt Wang’s eyes.

She asked, “Li… um, when does he usually come home at night?”

“Almost always very late, sir is very busy with work.”

“Oh, I see.” Just as she expected. Their schedules rarely overlapped, so there was nothing she could do. She gave Aunt Wang a few instructions, explaining that she’d be going to the set tomorrow and would only need breakfast prepared.

Aunt Wang agreed and left with the empty glass.

…

Late at night.

Outside the door, the digital lock beeped, and a tall, dark figure entered, closing the door behind him. At the entrance, he swapped out his black leather shoes for indoor slippers.

A gray woolen trench coat hung on the coat rack, and his suit jacket was draped beside it. His shirt was loosely unbuttoned at the top, with two buttons undone. His slender fingers pressed against his brow, and through his frameless glasses, his lowered eyes were hard to read, dark and unreadable.

There was still a lingering tension about him, like the remnants of a storm, the kind of subdued irritation that lingers after an upheaval.

Aunt Wang was waiting in the dining room and stood up when she heard him. “Sir, I’ve kept some soup. Would you like a late-night snack?”

“No, I’m not eating.”

He headed straight to the bathroom, waving dismissively at Aunt Wang with his back to her. The raised hand moved lazily, tracing a few nonchalant arcs through the air.

Aunt Wang hesitated for a moment, then cautiously followed him and called out, “Sir, Madam, she…”

“Is she causing trouble again?” Li Yang turned his face slightly, his handsome features calm and composed, as if entirely accustomed to this kind of situation. His calmness bordered on an excessive coldness.

“Oh, no, not that.”

Aunt Wang mustered all her courage to continue, “Madam said, please don’t use the bathroom next to her bedroom to shower at night. She’s a light sleeper, and the noise disturbs her.”

“…” Li Yang’s already cold expression darkened even more.

Was she doing this on purpose? What kind of soundproofing issue would allow someone to be disturbed by a shower?

“Oh, and Madam also said, if there’s nothing important, maybe you shouldn’t come back. It would save you both from arguing.”

“…”

Su Wan had meant this as a well-intentioned suggestion. She knew that with the renovations she planned, there would be noisy drilling and hammering. But telling Li Yang directly would likely annoy him, especially if she said she wanted to redecorate the house.

Her hope was that Li Yang would be so irritated that he’d leave on the spot.

Ideally, he’d stay away for a good year or so.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as she had hoped.

Li Yang’s thin lips curved into a smile, one devoid of any warmth.

“Then tell her, in the future, she should say things like that to my face.”