Luo Jinyu closed the door and opened the wardrobe, only to find that the original host’s fashion sense was rather extravagant. Both the colors and styles were far from her liking. She picked through the clothes with some disdain and finally managed to dig out a plain white shirt, originally meant as an inner layer, to pair with a pair of high-waisted khaki wide-leg trousers.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Luo Jinyu unbuttoned the shirt down to the third button and pressed the collar flat with her fingers, forming a V-shape that accentuated the elegant curve from her slender neck to her delicate collarbones. A small portion of fair skin peeked out just below, exuding not the slightest hint of vulgarity but rather an understated, intellectual allure.

She tied up her chestnut-brown, shoulder-length hair, letting the slightly curled ends sway gently at the back of her head. The simple yet neat hairstyle gave her an air of confidence, with just a touch of playfulness as the strands bounced subtly with her movements.

Light footsteps sounded on the stairs, echoing softly in the quiet living room, drawing attention almost instinctively.

Jing Sihan glanced over and saw Luo Jinyu descending the stairs at an even pace, one hand resting lightly on the railing. His eyes flickered slightly.

This woman finally isn’t dressed like a Christmas tree today?

Luo Jinyu’s tall and slender figure was further accentuated by the high-waisted cut of her trousers, making her legs appear even longer. The sleeves of her white chiffon shirt were casually rolled up, revealing a glimpse of her fair wrists. Her skin was smooth like jade, her slender brows arched gracefully, and her almond-shaped eyes shimmered with a gentle glow. Her lips were naturally rosy without the need for makeup, and a faint, healthy pink dusted her cheeks.

The combination of soft khaki and white was simple yet elegant, giving her a refined and sophisticated air while also suiting the current season perfectly.

“Mommy looks so pretty!” Jing Jiayi, who had been sitting on the carpet unboxing his toy, immediately called out in his crisp little voice when he saw her.

Luo Jinyu’s smile bloomed instantly, bringing her entire face to life. Even the tiny tear mole at the corner of her eye seemed to sparkle. “My son really has great taste!”

“Mhm, Jinyu’s outfit today is quite nice,” Mei Wan, who rarely complimented her fashion choices, actually praised her this time. Then, she smiled and beckoned her over. “Are you feeling better? I had Nanny Zhang make some porridge for you—it’s still warm. Should I have someone bring you a bowl?”

Luo Jinyu returned a grateful smile, covering her mouth as she let out a soft cough before nodding. “I feel much better now. Thank you, Mom.”

The original host had never been able to win over Jing Sihan, so she had relied on pleasing his parents in hopes that their pressure would force him to accept her. But what she didn’t know was that Jing Sihan had never truly regarded her as anything special—not to mention, there was still a certain “white moonlight” in his heart.

In just a year and a half, once that white moonlight returned from abroad, where would she have a place in his life?

The original host had been oblivious to all of this. But Luo Jinyu had read the novel—she knew.

Although the book didn’t go into much detail about the feelings between the male lead’s parents, there was a brief mention at a family gathering: his parents had been each other’s first love.

First love—it was the red rose, the white moonlight. How could a woman with impure intentions like the original host ever compare?

But for Luo Jinyu, this setup couldn’t be better—it significantly lowered the difficulty of leaving the Jing family.

Although the original host had approached Jing Sihan’s parents with ulterior motives, she had been careful in her actions. Perhaps, seeing the deep affection between the elderly couple, she had developed sympathy for the mother’s situation and her own background, and thus had genuinely wanted to be filial to them. As a result, Jing Sihan’s parents treated her well, often advising their son to get along with her—though it was futile against their stubborn son.

Even though the original host never managed to marry Jing Sihan, she had always addressed his parents as “Mom” and “Dad” at home. Luo Jinyu, if nothing else, had a talent for adapting quickly—she seamlessly slipped into the role, effortlessly adopting the original host’s way of interacting with them. Ignoring Jing Sihan’s gaze, she sat down beside Mei Wan and refilled her half-empty teacup.

Mei Wan patted the back of her hand and said, “No need to busy yourself with that. Come take a look—how does this flower arrangement look today?”

Normally, Mei Wan wouldn’t ask Luo Jinyu such things, but perhaps because her outfit today was particularly tasteful, she casually posed the question.

Immediately after asking, she recalled that Luo Jinyu had never been skilled at flower arranging. Would she, like before, just spout some vague compliments?