"Hello, Miss Qiao? Everything has gone according to plans."
"Alright, I understand. Thank you, Sister Yun."
After hanging up, Qiao Jingyun's eyes shone so brightly that they looked frightening.
She looked at her phone with such focus it seemed as if she were regarding a treasure.
"Ha ha ha!"
As she stood there with her head lowered like a statue, she suddenly started laughing boisterously.
Her maniacal laughter sounded smug, elated, excited, and… barely perceptible sorrow.
"Ha ha! Ziming, you are finally mine…" A tender expression appeared on her face as she softly muttered this.
Her voice was filled with deep love.
Despite this, that love seemed to be warped.
"As long as I can have you, everything is… okay."
The slight desolation, which had surfaced on her face, was soon replaced by deep, maniacal excitement.
