The reason why Cheng Biyun had started a fight with the original owner was simple. To summarize in five words, it was because of the ‘jealousy of a love rival.’


    Cheng Biyun overheard the conversation between her father Cheng Lianshan and his subordinates and quickly learned that <em>the</em> Governor Yan, whom she’s always admired, was going to the Pear Jade Theater today to watch the opera. As such, she went there early and nned to have a good seat. By the time her father and his entourage had arrived, she would have a chance encounter with them and would naturally share the same booth with Governor Yan.


    However, she didn’t expect that once she arrived in the theater, the best ce was already upied by none other than Chu Jiao, whom she had always found to be unpleasant to the eye in school. As a result, she pompously asked Chu Jiao to give up her seat.


    Originally, before Commander Chu had gotten involved in an ident, nobody in the entire Zhi Li would dare provoke his precious daughter Chu Jiao. Although Cheng Biyun was also domineering in her own right, she was still ordered by her father who was just one rank lower, to not provoke Chu Jiao outright.


    At first, she didn’t think it to be such a big deal, but once she learned that Chu Jiao was Governor Yan’s fiancée, she became more and more resentful towards her. Governor Yan was an excellent and capable man, why couldn’t he be hers?


    After learning that Commander Chu was assassinated, Cheng Biyun finally felt proud and ted. Without her father’s influence, Chu Jiao had nothing.


    So, she impudently asked Chu Jiao to give her seat to her.


    And, the original owner ‘Chu Jiao,’ whose father had just passed away, experienced the drastic changes in her treatment in just a few short months. The people who kept praising her before have long since disappeared, and the initially warmhearted female ssmates had also be cold and indifferent. Today, she had wanted toe to her father’s favorite theater to enjoy a y. But, as everything unfolded, even her usual seat was demanded from her, resulting in her temper finally ring up. But, she did not utter a word.


    In modern terms, Cheng Biyun was your typical face-con¹Face-con means someone who cares about others’ facial appearances..


    Du Xiruo held the current flowery role of the Pear Jade theater. Cheng Biyun had also eaten noodles with ‘him’ through her father’s useful connections and had seen how pretty Du Xiruo truly looked underneath, after removing his heavy makeup.


    Although he didn’t look as heroic and dignified as the Governor, he was nevertheless, a refined and gentle pretty boy. Seeing Du Xiruo’s personallying to act as their mediator and even vacating the seat just for her, she realized that the y was about to start and wondered when Governor Yan was going toe, so she immediately curbed her temper.


    “Chu Jiao, consider yourself lucky,” Cheng Biyun snorted twice, “Since Sir Du has spoken, I no longer have the energy to bother with you.”


    Chu Jiao curiously raised a brow.


    One was a mediator, while the other one was a condescending party. Did she have to thank them for their smooth coboration?


    She couldn’t care less about Cheng Biyun, this bossy miss who waspletely devoid of any maturity. As soon as Du Xiruo appeared, the system kept reminding her that the ‘female lead was approaching.’ At the same time, the reminder that the “male lead was approaching” rang out as well.


    It looked like the timing of the female lead’s appearance was quite appropriate.


    She didn’te too early nor toote when intervening. She came at the right time when the male lead wasing. It really…made one have a deeplysting impression of her.


    Chu Jiao slowly released her grip, allowing Cheng Biyun to retract the whip.


    She only liked to watch ys, not act in them.


    If someone wanted to make a scene and act, she was not going to keep thempany.


    She turned and walked towards the grand theater doors, slowly approaching the group of people who were with the male lead.


    The man who stood at the center had a towering height. His legs that donned military boots were long and straight, and his figure was cloaked in a military uniform, looking imposing and aesthetically pleasing.


    Chu Jiao cast him a short nce before shifting her eyes away.


    Unfortunately, it was not a familiar face.


    Disappointment quickly shed across her heart.


    After indifferently brushing past the man, Du Xiruo called out behind her, “Miss Chu, your umbre!”


    Chu Jiao waved her hand idly without turning her head back.


    “I don’t want anything of mine that has been carelessly touched by others.”


    “Whichever of you likes it can have it.”


    “I despise filth.”


    Hearing this, the man who had his hands stuffed in his army pants pockets suddenly took them out and grabbed the dainty wrist of the girl who was just about to leave.