The next morning, Sheng Tang woke up at six-thirty.

With the first rays of the morning sun, she pulled open the hotel curtains, filling the room with golden light that turned the carpet a brilliant shade. The breeze wafting into the room carried a hint of warmth.

Sheng Tang stretched lazily.

She got up unhurriedly, practiced yoga and did some simple physical exercises, and then took a shower.

When she went downstairs for breakfast, she found the restaurant nearly empty.

She glanced at her phone.

"It’s already eight, why is the restaurant still empty?" Sheng Tang muttered.

At the table next to her, a few staff members were sitting, eating breakfast while discussing last night’s news.

The breakfast in the restaurant was self-serve, and Sheng Tang usually ate a lot in the morning. As she was getting her food, she overheard some fragments of conversation.

By the time she brought her breakfast to the table, her assistant Ai’ai was finally arriving, yawning and picking up her food, specially getting herself a cup of black coffee.

"Didn’t sleep well last night?" Sheng Tang asked her.

Ai’ai: "I didn’t sleep until four in the morning. Sister Tang, what time did you sleep?"

"What were you doing?" Sheng Tang asked curiously.

It was only at this moment that she learned there was a major upheaval in the entertainment industry last night.

Because it was related to their crew, the director had informed everyone at four in the morning that they would have the day off.

Everyone had barely slept.

That’s why no one had come down for breakfast at eight. Sheng Tang had all automatic notifications, including group messages, turned off.

Only she got up and had breakfast as usual.

Sheng Tang quickly took out her phone to check, and immediately sensed something was off.

A bombshell cheating scandal, captured in photographs – how could it be released without any buildup?

Sheng Tang had the common sense to know this.

"Is someone targeting him?" Sheng Tang mused.

After speaking, she fell silent.

Ai’ai, puzzled, asked: "Who is targeting him? It’s him who was involved with someone’s wife, and that person was his mentor."

Sheng Tang: "..."

She thought of Gu Shiting.

Releasing such explosive news would surely cost a lot – it would have been more lucrative to sell it directly to Feng Yanqiu.

Someone who was very interested in this matter and wanted to bring down Feng Yanqiu was likely Gu Shiting.

Sheng Tang hesitated whether to call Gu Shiting to ask about it.

But she had just promised Gu Jiahui to delete Gu Shiting’s number, and even though she had it memorized, it wasn’t appropriate to contact him rashly.

"Ai’ai, call Mr. Gu," Sheng Tang instructed Ai’ai, "and ask him to return the costume from yesterday."

"Which one?" Ai’ai was a bit confused at first. After a sip of black coffee, her brain started working, "That guy from yesterday? Sure."

Sheng Tang pretended to look up something on her phone, then gave Ai’ai a number.

Ai’ai memorized it.

By noon, Ai’ai brought back the coat.

"Sister Tang, that Mr. Gu is downstairs. He heard we’re off today and said he wanted to talk to you about something he didn’t mention yesterday," Ai’ai said.

Sheng Tang: "..."

Seeing her troubled expression, Ai’ai suspected Mr. Gu was a suitor of hers and thoughtfully offered: "Should I go tell him you’re busy and he should leave?"

Sheng Tang stood up, "No need. Take the coat back to the dressing room."

She stood up and went downstairs.

By the fountain downstairs, an inconspicuous car was parked, and Gu Shiting was sitting inside, intently focused.

As Sheng Tang came downstairs, he saw her immediately and stepped out of the car.

He smiled at her. The sunlight fell on his face, and as he stood tall and straight there, he looked impossibly obedient, just like he used to.