"Wearing the Starry Light! This isn't just any ordinary fashion show!"
Liu Shanhe fixed Lu Yue with a sharp gaze.
"For any woman, especially a top model like you who stands at the pinnacle of fashion, this represents a once-in-a-lifetime moment of supreme glory—a dream realized!
"This is the most dazzling highlight of your modeling career! A glorious chapter worthy of being inscribed in your personal biography!
"And you're telling me you'd abandon such an opportunity—one that would make women worldwide seethe with envy—simply because you're 'a little tired' and 'want to rest'?
"Then, upon discovering you could participate in a variety show, you casually changed your mind, simply because you found it 'exciting' and 'fun'?
"Miss Lu Yue, is this reasonable?
"Does this align with how a top model should cherish the pinnacle of her career?
"Does it reflect the primal, instinctive longing and reverence women have for peerless jewels?"
Liu Shanhe's voice suddenly rose:
"This makes no sense at all! Unless—you simply don't care about the Starry Light! You fundamentally fail to grasp its true significance to a woman, to a model!"
"Now, do you understand what I'm saying?"
Hearing this, Lu Yue's initial composure crumbled.
He suddenly realized he had made a foolish mistake!
Because he personally had little interest in jewelry, he hadn't considered the allure Starry Light held for most women.
Similarly, since he viewed modeling merely as a tool to hone his disguise skills and earn extra money, he naturally failed to grasp the significance of wearing Starry Light on the runway for a model.
For him, the idea of a woman's once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wear the Starry Light, or a model's career-defining moment, held little appeal.
Lu Yue, the Heir of the Phantom Thief, who inherited the mantle of "Night Shadow," cared only about finally defeating Little Ya and Big Sister Cifera! To become the "Greatest Phantom Thief of This Era"!
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never underestimate the potential of a young man! This was his sole focus, without exception!
But precisely because of this tunnel vision, he had slipped up and revealed his true colors, undoubtedly arousing Liu Shanhe's suspicion!
What should I do?!
Just then, Liu Shanhe's voice rang out again, his words rapid and his tone fiercely accusatory:
"Regret? Regret because your lies have a fatal logical vulnerability, about to be exposed?!"
Liu Shanhe fixed his gaze on Lu Yue's face.
The moment he had thrown out his core challenge—"Lu Yue doesn't care about the Starry Light"—he had clearly caught a fleeting flicker of shock, regret, and panic across Lu Yue's features!
That wasn't the anger of someone falsely accused; it was the instinctive reaction of someone whose plan had gone awry, their cover blown!
"You're not Lu Yue!"
Liu Shanhe declared with steely certainty, his voice ringing with authority:
"The real Miss Lu Yue, regardless of her initial reasons for withdrawing from the fashion show, would never have dismissed the value of the Starry Light so casually!
"When fabricating your excuses, you only considered the superficial logic of your actions, believing such claims would be impossible to verify. But you completely overlooked—or rather, fundamentally failed to grasp—the profound emotional significance this pinnacle of jewelry holds for women.
"This was your fatal mistake!"
Liu Shanhe paused, his probing gaze boring into Lu Yue's eyes:
"What truly surprises me is that you stumbled at the very point where you should have been most careful... It's as if you believed Lu Yue wouldn't care about wearing the Starry Light.
"Normally, one would assume she would cherish this opportunity immensely and then fabricate a more plausible excuse. It wouldn't have been difficult, for example:
'Initially, she declined this precious opportunity due to illness, as a last resort.
'But later, feeling slightly better, she couldn't bear to miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance to wear the Starry Light and resolutely decided to participate.'
"Wouldn't such an excuse have been more reasonable? After all, whether she felt well or not is a subjective experience, difficult to verify.
"Yet you chose not to use such an excuse..."
Liu Shanhe's mind raced, and an astonishing deduction burst from his lips:
"There are only two possible explanations!
"First, you are indeed Lu Yue herself. To you, modeling is likely just an ordinary job, devoid of passion. You have no enthusiasm for the industry and no interest in the jewelry that women dream of. Your true aspirations lie deeper and hold greater significance.
"Initially, your participation in this fashion show clashed with your true ambitions. Weighing the options, you would undoubtedly have abandoned the opportunity to wear the Starry Light for what truly mattered to you.
"But later, for some reason, the conflict resolved itself, allowing you to resume competing. However, out of privacy, you didn't want to reveal the real reason you initially withdrew from the show when questioned. Instead, you fabricated an excuse about wanting to relax.
"This explains why you never anticipated I would discover such a vulnerability. Subconsciously, you didn't see it as a problem—after all, Lu Yue is exactly the kind of person who would make such a choice.
"However, I lean more toward the second possibility."
Liu Shanhe's gaze, sharp as an ice pick, pierced Lu Yue as he declared, each word measured and deliberate:
"You are neither Lu Yue nor Cifera, nor even a woman! You are the remaining contestant from the show—the legendary Grandchild of the Phantom Thief!
"While you possess remarkable disguise skills, I find it highly unlikely that Contestant Cifera would make such a clumsy mistake. Conversely, it's perfectly plausible that a descendant of the Phantom Thief Family would master the art of disguise."
"As a man, you can never truly understand a woman's yearning for the Starry Light, nor can you grasp what it means for a renowned female model to finally wear it.
"That's why you left such a glaring opening!"
The moment the words left his lips, the room's atmosphere plummeted to freezing point, thick with tension.
Lin Zhiyuan's face paled instantly, his body tensing as he instinctively moved toward the door, blocking the only exit.
The Grandchild of the Phantom Thief—this was a contestant who couldn't be judged by ordinary standards. They had to prepare for the possibility of a forced breakthrough.
Even though Lei Gang, Zhang Hong, and Feng Chiyu led security personnel and Pursuers guarding the room's perimeter, making escape virtually impossible even if he did break out, vigilance was paramount.
Meanwhile, the Bullet Comments section exploded with activity!
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Spy-hmm reasoning seems flawed tbh, do women really care that much about jewelry?