Ai Ruoyan left with Zeng Xishou for dinner.

Before leaving, her agent sneered contemptuously at me: "A stand-in will always be a stand-in—never good enough for the big stage."

I stopped in my tracks.

"It’s not the Qing Dynasty anymore. Drop this nonsense about occupations being superior or inferior, okay?"

"If we’re really going to talk about it, how much more noble are you than a stand-in, acting as a sycophantic babysitter agent?"

I retorted with a smile—polite but sharp.

Zhao Xiaoran tried to say more, but Ai Ruoyan stopped her with a casual wave.

"Xiaoran, apologize to Ms. Su. After all, you spoke out of turn first."

Zeng Xishou ignored the commotion entirely.

He held out a gentlemanly hand, pretending to support Ai Ruoyan as they walked through the noisy crowd.

As they passed me, Zeng Xishou leaned down and whispered quickly in my ear: "Come see me tonight."

I lowered my eyes gently, hiding my turbulent thoughts.

The city’s night lights reflected brightly on the river’s surface.

I walked familiar into Zeng Xishou’s duplex penthouse by the river.

He sat on the sofa playing with a metal lighter, gesturing casually at a bag nearby.

"Go change into this."

When I opened it, I found a set of girls’ school uniform from an elite private high school.

It seemed to be the same school Ai Ruoyan had attended.

I silently sighed—rich people really had strange tastes.