Putting it all together, she must be the childhood acquaintance of Feng Yan, whom he had been searching for but entrusted to Feng Jingxu after reuniting because he wanted to pursue his dreams, making her the unrequited love.

Although it’s unclear how Sheng Xia married Feng Yan and pretended not to know Cheng Mi, it’s a fact that Feng Yan had been staying overseas because of the unrequited love.

So, both Feng Jingxu and Feng Yan appeared to care about Sheng Xia but had actually been keeping secrets from her and had contact with Cheng Mi…

It’s really pitiful, sister.

Her lips curled up quickly, her tone increasingly hesitant: “Just now, I saw Xiaoxu seemed to have some entanglement with that woman and even protected her, saying something to you, sister… Could it be…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but she had already made her meaning very clear. Whether it was true or not, she was trying to mislead Sheng Xia, implying that Cheng Mi was the woman Feng Yan secretly liked and had been hiding it from her along with Feng Jingxu.

Sheng Lanqiu knew that Sheng Xia could definitely understand her, so she felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, wanting to see her step-sister suffer with her. However, as soon as she looked up, all she saw was Sheng Xia’s delicate and beautiful face, her expression gradually becoming subtle and strange.

Sheng Lanqiu: “……?” Had she gone crazy from the shock?

Thinking of how “Sheng Xia” had gone truly insane in the dream, being sent to a mental hospital, she couldn’t help but feel a tightness in her heart, cautiously stepping back two steps. It seemed as if she was afraid that Sheng Xia would suddenly go crazy and harm her.

She tentatively asked, “Sister, are you okay?”

Sheng Xia tightly pursed her pale pink lips, her black eyes gradually misting with tears. She covered her chest, her body trembling slightly. In the dim light, she looked especially fragile and pitiable.

Even her voice was noticeably suppressed, with only a trembling tail to her tone, revealing her unstable emotions: “I never thought it would be like this…”

Just as Sheng Lanqiu was about to show a satisfied smile at seeing her in pain, she heard her muttering as if to herself in the latter half of the sentence: “Really too amazing, to be able to come up with such a story that actually sounds plausible.”

Although she had known that Sheng Lanqiu was very good at imagining things, she hadn’t expected her to be this good.

Sheng Xia looked up, her eyes slightly red at the corners, tears even hanging on the brink of falling. Her voice was soft: “I have to say, you really got me.”

Equally shocked: [……] She really knows how to make it sound convincing!

Although she didn’t understand, Sheng Lanqiu thought that Sheng Xia was unwilling to accept it, so she didn’t pay it any mind. She hesitated for a moment, then sighed deeply: “Sister, take care of yourself, be good to yourself, and don’t be too sad. Even if, even if your husband really likes someone else…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Sheng Xia cleared her throat, suddenly clutching her chest as if about to collapse: “Yes, I’m really sad now. Oh, what should I do, I suddenly can’t breathe, it feels like I’m going to faint—”

“Sister, just pretend I didn’t say anything. Sister, take care of yourself.”

Knowing how Sheng Xia had pretended to be sick a few times before, Sheng Lanqiu became alert as soon as she saw her like this. She subconsciously stepped back to the door, hastily leaving after saying words of comfort.

And when the room returned to silence, Sheng Xia wiped away her tears and picked up her still-connected phone.

She sat on the windowsill, gently swinging her legs, lazily asking, “Mr. Feng, you heard everything, right? Is there anything else that needs explaining?”

She even gave a soft hum, deliberately saying, “No wonder Mr. Feng was so natural when he had an affair back then. It turns out he’s experienced; I’ve lost.”

On the other end of the phone, only faint wind could be heard, but no one spoke.

“…Sigh, I should have known long ago; I was never so lucky to be cherished, not like the other sisters hidden in your heart, just mere objects.”

Unexpectedly, Feng Yan didn’t respond, and Sheng Xia’s black eyes narrowed slightly: “So if staying silent would make my dear husband happy, then I won’t speak. After all, I’m just a insignificant existence, easily replaceable at any time, not worth my husband’s effort to explain.”

“Sob sob, I’ve always known.” She immersed herself in her emotions, her voice restrained yet sad, “Even if I ask more, it’s useless. Not getting it is just not getting it. I’m tired, so—”

“…Xiaoxia.”

Just as Sheng Xia was getting more intense, a man’s calm and deep voice finally came from the other end: “Look down.”

Look down?

Realizing something, she pushed open the window and looked down.

She saw the man who had just been questioned, now dressed in dark clothes, holding a phone, standing below.

His gentle and calm explanation came through the phone: “I’m sorry, I was planning to surprise you, but I didn’t expect this to happen. But I think, you must want us to explain.”

“So—” Feng Yan paused, looking up at Sheng Xia’s head poking out from above, his black eyes calm and gentle, “May I still have the chance to invite you down to listen to my explanation?”

Wow, so handsome, like Romeo.

In the overly quiet night, Sheng Xia vaguely heard her own heartbeat speeding up.

She gripped her phone tightly and suddenly hummed, “I won’t listen, I won’t listen!”

With a “bang,” the window was mercilessly closed again.

Feng Yan: “……”