The White Moonlight Kidnapping Plan

October 6th, an auspicious day for weddings—the engagement banquet.

The hotel was crowded with guests. The Yu family’s heiress, “Yu Qiaoqiao,” dressed in a hand-embroidered gown,

sat in the dressing room.

Yu Qiaoqiao patted her chest, the excitement on her face impossible to hide:

“This is so great. I can already imagine the scene where we rip that scumbag a new one!”

I patted powder onto her face. “Can you try to be a bit more demure? Your grin is practically reaching your ears. You’re the leading lady today.”

Yu Qiaoqiao grabbed my hand, her expression ecstatic:

“Next time there’s a face-slapping revenge plot like this, remember to call me again.”

I laughed so hard I sounded like a crowing rooster.

Yu Qiaoqiao reached out and stroked my cheek. “You’re looking good. In love?”

Her eyes widened with gossip. “It couldn’t be Li Xun, could it?”

I shook my head with a smile.

Just as we were about to keep chatting, the dressing room door was rudely pushed open.

Lu Ting looked down at his watch and said to me impatiently, “Makeup artist, aren’t you done yet?”

Yu Qiaoqiao glared at him. “What, you can’t even wait this long?”

Lu Ting was furious but didn’t dare speak up.

After all, once the engagement banquet was over, he’d get his hands on half of the twenty-billion-yuan dowry Yu’s father had promised.