It was unclear how much time had passed, but Chi Yu stirred. Like a machine being switched on, her eyes flickered, and she came back to life.
Her body, stiff from maintaining the same posture for too long, was numb. She braced herself on the table and slowly rose to her feet.
During the long silence, Chi Yu's rationality gradually returned. She began pacing around the room in her slippers, reflecting on her earlier overreaction downstairs.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that something was off with her; she could only hope Chi He hadn't become suspicious.
Now that she had calmed down, she realized there was no need for such agitation. She held a clear advantage—she knew Wang Ming'an's true identity.
Hidden in the safety of the shadows, she could adapt to whatever moves Chi He made in collaboration with Wang Ming'an, ultimately controlling the entire situation.
From this moment on, the game had officially begun.
