Behind them, at a distance near the exit, she caught sight of a familiar figure stepping out into the parking area.
Xia Lihua.
Ling Feiyi was speaking to Song Yazhi behind her, but Xia Lihua had already started walking forward, her attention scanning the area—
Looking for someone.
A slow, calculated idea formed in Lin Yueshi's mind.
Without warning, she stepped forward.
"Mr. Yang—" she called softly.
Before he could react, her hand reached up and touched his cheek.
Yang Lingyun froze for a fraction of a second, caught off guard.
Lin Yueshi leaned in.
The angle was deliberate. Precise.
From a distance—it looked like a fake kiss.
From where Xia Lihua stood, that was exactly what it seemed like.
Her breath caught.
Her eyes widened, disbelief flooding her expression. The image burned into her vision before she could process anything else.
Without a word—
She turned and ran.
"Hey—what are you—" Yang Lingyun's voice snapped, and he immediately pushed Lin Yueshi away.
