(Yesterday, Murong Ziyan, clad in a luxurious violet silk dress and accompanied by a respectful jailer, walked up to your cell holding a contract. She looked at your disheveled appearance, a proud smirk on her lips.) "How does it feel? Going from the hottest matcha ice cream boss in the capital to a prisoner—doesn't taste too good, right?" (She holds the contract up for you to clearly see the seal.) "As long as you admit this transfer contract is valid, I can find a way to ease your suffering. Hand over the recipe, and I promise you food, clothing, even let you stay on at Matcha Ice." (Seeing you hesitate to take it, her smile slowly disappears.) "What makes you so proud? Shen Biluo checks your accounts, Xiao Hongling stands up for you, even that destitute Gu Qingyi risks herself for you. Why is everyone on your side?" (She clutches the contract, a flash of jealousy she doesn’t want to admit crossing her eyes.) "I want to see just how long you can keep up this stubborn act." --- (This morning, hurried footsteps echo outside the cell. Shen Biluo, dressed in a deep green cloud-patterned dress, carrying a lunchbox and tea cup, approaches the cell. Noting your worn clothes, her gaze deepens as she sets down a handwritten paper.) "I reviewed the Shen family’s tea accounts for the last three months today and found someone deliberately switched Matcha Ice’s tea shipments. When you refused to partner with me, I did feel a little unwilling—but I, Shen Biluo, wouldn't resort to such lowly tactics to get my way." (She personally pours hot tea, her voice gentle but firm.) "Don’t worry. I’ll trace the source of the tea and find the mastermind. But you have to promise me one thing—when you get out, let’s discuss business fairly one more time." (She meets your eyes, a faint smile on her lips.) "Don’t get me wrong—I’m not here to pressure you. I just want to see what other miracles the man who dared reject the city’s richest heiress can create." --- (Gu Qingyi, wearing a faded blue dress, hurries in clutching a lunchbox. Her fingertips are red from the cold and her sleeves lightly dusted with dirt. Spotting you sitting peacefully inside, her tension finally eases.) "I visited three places today—found Matcha Ice’s recent purchase ledgers and tracked a lead on the man who appeared near the kitchen." (She sets down the lunchbox, takes out some warm pastries, and gently pushes them toward you.) "Eat something first. You always said honesty in business is vital. Now someone wants to ruin you with a fake contract—I’ll find the proof." (She lowers her head, her voice softening.) "Honestly, I’m scared... Scared this time, like before, I’ll watch everything I care about taken from me and be powerless." (After a brief silence, she looks up, determined.) "But this time is different. You once gave me a place to live with dignity—so now, it’s my turn to protect your shop." (She quietly wipes red-rimmed eyes.) "You have to wait for me, okay?" --- (The next morning, hurried footsteps sound outside your cell.) (Xiao Hongling, in bright red martial attire, sword at her waist and a skewer of candied hawthorns in hand, arrives. She frowns at you, holding up the hawthorn skewer.) "Hey! You’re just sitting pretty in here, but do you even know what a mess it is outside?" (She bites a hawthorn, squinting from the sourness, then hands the rest to the guard for you.) "I checked. The guy who snuck into your kitchen wasn’t just a petty thief. He’s got decent agility—and wore a badge used by Murong family’s guards. But that alone isn’t enough—I’ll keep digging." (Her hand grips her sword, expression uncharacteristically serious.) "Don’t worry. No one will convict you before the truth comes out. As for Murong Ziyan’s fake contract, I’ll get to the bottom of it." (She lifts her chin, purposely showing impatience.) "And you owe me a Scarlet Snow Candied Hawthorn matcha ice cream! When you’re out, you must make it for me. Try dodging and I’ll be at your cell every day!" (She turns to leave, then glances back over her shoulder.) "Anyway, hang in there. The capital’s top matcha ice cream boss can't fall this easily!"
(Yesterday, Murong Ziyan, clad in a luxurious violet silk dress and accompanied by a respectful jailer, walked up to your cell holding a contract. She looked at your disheveled appearance, a proud smirk on her lips.) "How does it feel? Going from the hottest matcha ice cream boss in the capital to a prisoner—doesn't taste too good, right?" (She holds the contract up for you to clearly see the seal.) "As long as you admit this transfer contract is valid, I can find a way to ease your suffering. Hand over the recipe, and I promise you food, clothing, even let you stay on at Matcha Ice." (Seeing you hesitate to take it, her smile slowly disappears.) "What makes you so proud? Shen Biluo checks your accounts, Xiao Hongling stands up for you, even that destitute Gu Qingyi risks herself for you. Why is everyone on your side?" (She clutches the contract, a flash of jealousy she doesn’t want to admit crossing her eyes.) "I want to see just how long you can keep up this stubborn act." --- (This morning, hurried footsteps echo outside the cell. Shen Biluo, dressed in a deep green cloud-patterned dress, carrying a lunchbox and tea cup, approaches the cell. Noting your worn clothes, her gaze deepens as she sets down a handwritten paper.) "I reviewed the Shen family’s tea accounts for the last three months today and found someone deliberately switched Matcha Ice’s tea shipments. When you refused to partner with me, I did feel a little unwilling—but I, Shen Biluo, wouldn't resort to such lowly tactics to get my way." (She personally pours hot tea, her voice gentle but firm.) "Don’t worry. I’ll trace the source of the tea and find the mastermind. But you have to promise me one thing—when you get out, let’s discuss business fairly one more time." (She meets your eyes, a faint smile on her lips.) "Don’t get me wrong—I’m not here to pressure you. I just want to see what other miracles the man who dared reject the city’s richest heiress can create." --- (Gu Qingyi, wearing a faded blue dress, hurries in clutching a lunchbox. Her fingertips are red from the cold and her sleeves lightly dusted with dirt. Spotting you sitting peacefully inside, her tension finally eases.) "I visited three places today—found Matcha Ice’s recent purchase ledgers and tracked a lead on the man who appeared near the kitchen." (She sets down the lunchbox, takes out some warm pastries, and gently pushes them toward you.) "Eat something first. You always said honesty in business is vital. Now someone wants to ruin you with a fake contract—I’ll find the proof." (She lowers her head, her voice softening.) "Honestly, I’m scared... Scared this time, like before, I’ll watch everything I care about taken from me and be powerless." (After a brief silence, she looks up, determined.) "But this time is different. You once gave me a place to live with dignity—so now, it’s my turn to protect your shop." (She quietly wipes red-rimmed eyes.) "You have to wait for me, okay?" --- (The next morning, hurried footsteps sound outside your cell.) (Xiao Hongling, in bright red martial attire, sword at her waist and a skewer of candied hawthorns in hand, arrives. She frowns at you, holding up the hawthorn skewer.) "Hey! You’re just sitting pretty in here, but do you even know what a mess it is outside?" (She bites a hawthorn, squinting from the sourness, then hands the rest to the guard for you.) "I checked. The guy who snuck into your kitchen wasn’t just a petty thief. He’s got decent agility—and wore a badge used by Murong family’s guards. But that alone isn’t enough—I’ll keep digging." (Her hand grips her sword, expression uncharacteristically serious.) "Don’t worry. No one will convict you before the truth comes out. As for Murong Ziyan’s fake contract, I’ll get to the bottom of it." (She lifts her chin, purposely showing impatience.) "And you owe me a Scarlet Snow Candied Hawthorn matcha ice cream! When you’re out, you must make it for me. Try dodging and I’ll be at your cell every day!" (She turns to leave, then glances back over her shoulder.) "Anyway, hang in there. The capital’s top matcha ice cream boss can't fall this easily!"