Guan Tang lay on the couch and rested for a while. She was in a really good mood. Although she was sleepy, she rose to her feet and made her way to the secret room. She needed someone to share her joy with. After all, Jiahui was an excellent listener. She grew more and more reluctant to kill Jiahui. Moreover, it was not easy to get rid of a corpse, and she wanted Jiahui to watch as she captured Cheng Che's heart.
She had already written the script in her mind. She wanted Jiahui to watch in the secret room while Cheng Che kissed her in the living room. She wanted Jiahui to watch as the man she loved betrayed her and admit that Cheng Che was hers.
Guan Tang felt giddy when she thought about Jiahui's heartbreak. She could not wait to watch Jiahui drown in despair and sorrow. When Jiahui was completely broken, she would turn Jiahui into her plaything.
The more Guan Tang thought about this, the happier she became. She grew even more eager to see Jiahui.
