The midday sun cast a fading glow over Bai Lanyue's luxurious living room, where shadows danced along the walls, hinting at secrets lurking just beyond the light. The air was thick with anticipation as she prepared for her live stream, the soft strains of "White Moonlight" echoing in the background.
Draped in a flowing gown that shimmered like twilight, Lanyue sat poised before the camera, a picture of ethereal beauty. But behind her enchanting facade, a storm brewed—one fueled by rage and determination.
"Welcome, my beloved!" she began, her voice sweet yet laced with an undercurrent of tension. "Today, I'm thrilled to announce a most extraordinary event—the birthday banquet for my dear sister, Bai Zhiqi."
As her fingers danced over the piano keys, the haunting melody filled the room, each note a calculated act of deception. She portrayed the essence of the "White Moonlight"—a symbol of purity and grace—while her heart pulsed with a darker intent. This was no mere celebration; it was a calculated move in a game of revenge.
Yet, her fans were not enamored. The chat overflowed with skepticism and outright disdain.
"Why celebrate that evil sister?"
"She doesn't deserve it!"
"Seriously! You're just pandering to her!"
But Lanyue, ever the actress, maintained her serene smile. "Ah, my dearest, it's essential to rise above past grievances," she said, her tone dripping with feigned sincerity. "This banquet is an opportunity to show that compassion can conquer even the darkest shadows."
The chat erupted in mixed reactions—some bought her act, while others lashed out in anger. Lanyue reveled in the chaos, her fingers moving flawlessly over the keys, the music wrapping around her words like a shroud.
Meanwhile, across town in Ji Yanluo penthouse, Ji Lanxue sat before her own camera, a playful smirk gracing her lips. The room was minimalist, yet the atmosphere crackled with mischief.
"Hey, everyone!" she greeted, her voice smooth and enticing. "So, I'm sure you're all watching Bai Lanyue's little show right now. But let's talk about something much juicier—her desperate attempts to play the virtuous sister."
As she spoke, her gaze flicked to the camera, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Why is she throwing a birthday banquet for someone like Bai Zhiqi? The so-called 'evil sister'?"
Her words dripped with sarcasm, and the chat exploded with laughter. Fans quickly joined in, mocking Lanyue's intentions, questioning her motives.
"Lanyue is just trying to distract us!" one commenter typed. "She's playing the victim!"
"Exactly! This is just a ploy!" another added, delighting in the drama.
Back in Lanyue's stream, she could feel the tension rising, the whispers of Ji Lanxue echoing in her mind. Yet she pressed on, her fingers working the keys with precision, pouring every ounce of emotion into the performance.
The final note lingered in the air like a wisp of smoke—haunting, beautiful, and deadly. But as applause erupted from her viewers, Lanyue felt a flicker of doubt creeping in. She could almost hear Ji Lanxue's voice, filled with disdain. "You think you can outsmart us, Lanyue?"
With a forced smile, Lanyue ended the stream, her heart racing with a mixture of anger and determination. She would not let Ji Lanxue or Zhiqi undermine her plan. The upcoming banquet would reveal Bai Zhiqi for who she truly was—a facade waiting to be shattered.
As she prepared for the evening, Lanyue whispered to herself, "The white moonlight may be enchanting, but shadows are cast by something far darker."
She glanced at her reflection, eyes shimmering with cold resolve. "And I will be the one to expose the truth, no matter the cost."
With renewed purpose, she set her sights on the banquet, ready to manipulate the stage to her advantage and unveil the veiled musician once and for all. The game was on, and she would not lose.
Tonight, under the guise of celebration, she would unleash the darkness that had been festering in the shadows, and it would all lead back to her sister.
In this dance of revenge, Lanyue would be the one to set the final note.