Maçã Verde

After finishing her dance, Jiang Mugu returned to her seat and, right in the center of the front row, spotted a man in a black suit.

His presence was utterly unexpected.

But when the curtain fell and she saw Fang Muqing, the “White Swan,” run up to him with a radiant smile and take his arm, everything suddenly made sense.

Jiang Mugu wondered whether it had been deliberate. She had always known her own place, but never had it been laid bare like this.

She waited a long while for Fang Muqing in the changing room before the latter, humming a tune, finally returned.

Fang Muqing looked surprised, arching her brows. “Did you need something?”

“Stay away from my father.” Jiang Mugu didn’t bother with pretense, her tone cold.

Her heavy stage makeup was still on, and clad in her black gown, she looked every inch the villainous Black Swan.

Fang Muqing was taken aback, but then let out a laugh. “Did your mother put you up to this?”

Jiang Mugu’s lashes flickered. “No.”

Fang Muqing curled her lips. “We’ve been in the same dance troupe for ages now. I’m surprised you managed to hold back until today before coming to me…”

She slowed her words, drawing closer to Jiang Mugu. “Or is it because you finally saw your father come to pick me up, and couldn’t stand it any longer?”

Jiang Mugu gave a cold laugh. “He has a wife and a family. Do you know what that makes you?”

Fang Muqing blinked. “That’s a question for your father, isn’t it? He’s the one who wants me by his side.”

Seeing the smile fade from Jiang Mug