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In the end, the engagement invitation was sent to Xiang Zuo through a courier service.

Zhang Momo didn't dare deliver the invitation herself; Song Jiakai despised Xiang Zuo thoroughly, so there was no hope of him delivering it either. She had originally intended to send Dong Fei, but that girl had been in a foul and irritable mood of late, worse than ever before. The day Zhang Momo took out the invitation, before she could even hand it over, Dong Fei jumped up as if her tail had been stepped on. "If you want it delivered, do it yourself! Your heart is made of stone anyway, what's an invitation to you!"

Watching Dong Fei slam the office door shut with a resounding bang, Zhang Momo felt as if the sound had struck her own face. As she stood there, dazed, the afternoon slipped away in a blur, and by the time she finally came to her senses and decided to use a courier, it was nearly the end of the workday. She hurriedly called, waited for the pick-up, and at last, managed to send it off. She had thought she could finally relax, but instead, her nerves wound even tighter.

From that day on, she was plunged into an endless, gnawing fear. At work, she was terrified a car would suddenly block her on the road; every knock at the office door set her heart pounding; even during meals, she kept a wary eye on her surroundings. After work, the anxiety peaked as she returned home. Yet day after day, nothing happened. No one came to her with the invitation, no one asked, no one tried to dig out her heart. The fear only grew—what had become of him? Had something happened to him?

Tormented by these groundless, ever-changing worries, driven nearly mad, she suddenly realized one day that tomorrow was the day of the engagement! Only then did she remember she hadn't told her parents about it.

She had mentioned to Nianqing on the phone that she would visit their parents' grave before the engagement. But in her recent haze, she’d forgotten even such an important matter. The Tianshou Cemetery was about fifty kilometers from the city; without a car, she boarded the shuttle bus. All the way, her mind replayed that conversation with Nianqing.

At the time, Nianqing had fallen silent for several seconds on the phone. When she spoke again, she hesitated, only half-finishing her sentence—"Why didn't you tell..." Zhang Momo knew exactly whose name she was about to say, her heart pounding, but thankfully Nianqing stopped herself. Instead, she spoke with deep regret: "I'll come back when you get married, all right?" She had said the journey was too far for her to attend her sister's engagement, but Zhang Momo couldn't help but sense some other meaning behind the apology. She was terrified that the next thing Nianqing might say would be "about Xiang Zuo." Her hand clenched the phone until it was slick with sweat. Unexpectedly, Nianqing had said, "Momo, how could you be so foolish?"

Zhang Momo was stunned, until Nianqing continued in a slow, explanatory tone. "Back then, when he proposed to you, you could have admitted you weren't Zhang Nianqing." There was a trace of reproach in her voice, whether from anger or pain was unclear, and with that, tears Zhang Momo thought she’d long since buried came streaming down. That was far harder to bear than any apology for keeping her and Xiang Zuo apart.

"A man like Xiang Zuo—winning him wasn't so difficult. When you agreed to marry him, can you really say you had no thoughts beyond Dong Yin and me? Momo, you can fool others, but not yourself. How could you be so foolish? If you’d just admitted you weren’t Nianqing from the start, married him openly as Zhang Momo, none of this would have happened. Even if I woke up, resented you, hated you, was unwilling to have my happiness stolen, it would have passed. I couldn’t hate you forever! Most importantly, you’d have had that man. Now look—why torture yourself like this?"

Whether she had ever truly considered marrying Xiang Zuo openly—there was no point in searching for that answer now; only one person in the world knew, and she would never say it aloud. Standing before her parents’ joint grave, Zhang Momo was determined to bury her former self beside them and leave the past behind.

The base of white marble held a black Chinese gravestone. Amid the emerald hills, only those two frozen photographs gazed at her from the cold stone. Zhang Momo knelt in the patch of sunlight before the grave, carefully arranging the bouquet on the tomb.

It wasn’t the season for grave-sweeping, and her parents’ grave lay in the deepest part of the cemetery, so this corner of the world was astonishingly quiet. It seemed as if Heaven had left her this private space. Before her hand could touch the stone, tears began to fall unrestrained.

“Dad, Mom, I’ve come to see you. It’s been so long—am I being unfilial?” she murmured, gently touching the stone. Her hand was cold, yet seemed to hold some warmth; the two elders smiled gently from the photographs. They smiled, but she cried. “I am unfilial, because I’m afraid. I never knew how to face you, never knew how to face that car accident. I didn’t mean to… truly, I didn’t. That day, after landing, I saw Dad looking so tired, utterly worn out. Mom and Nianqing both couldn’t drive. I just wanted Dad to rest a little, but I never thought…”

She wiped her tears, not even bothering with tissues, using her sleeve like a child. As she fussed with the flowers, her tears kept falling.

“Actually… you do somewhat blame me, don’t you? I know I shouldn’t say this in front of you, but how much better it would be if I had died instead! Even if I were the one left in a coma, at least… When I saw Nianqing lying there, unconscious, I wished it was me in that bed, her standing beside it! I wanted to live as Nianqing, to finish her life for her… Dad, Mom, but I have no one to say these things to. Nianqing still isn’t happy! It’s all my fault. She can’t let go. No matter how much Brother Tang Hao loves her, there’s always a shadow in her heart… I’m afraid to call Nianqing, because every time I do, she’s alone and tells me Brother Tang Hao isn’t home…”

Under the bright sky at the turn of spring and summer, a few nameless birds flew by, their chatter interrupting her monologue. She finally took out a tissue and wiped her face, watching the birds disappear into the distance. She let out a long breath and brought her gaze back.

“Actually, I came to tell you that tomorrow I’m getting engaged. There’s a young man—he’s very good to me, his family is good to me, and…” Here, Zhang Momo blushed, a shy smile breaking through her tears, “he’s quite handsome, too…”

She was smiling as she wiped her tears, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. The cemetery had been so quiet that she turned instinctively. The figure was far away, just disappearing behind another section of the cemetery. He walked at a steady pace, and she only caught a glimpse for two seconds, but Zhang Momo shot to her feet.

Forgetting even to say goodbye to her parents, she hurried after him. In the deathly silence, only the sound of her high heels echoed, her heart beating more and more frantically with every step. The heavy gate loomed ahead. As she turned the corner, a sharp pain exploded at the back of her head, a roar sounded in her ears—and then, nothing.

Shenglian Tower, Building A, 28th Floor; Chairman’s Office.

A solitary office was always cold and lonely; now, it was so quiet not even the rustle of papers or the ring of a phone could be heard. Xiang Zuo sat behind the desk, his gaze fixed on the engagement invitation he held. Who would design an invitation with a lake-blue background? It had to be her idea—yet it was nothing like her usual tastes!

With a sharp crack, the intricately folded card landed on the desk. Whose favorite was this lake-blue? The answer was obvious! Slowly, as he had done countless times before, he picked the invitation back up. Leaning his chin on his left hand, he studied it with forced patience. “Respectfully invites you and your family to our wedding banquet”—what family? His wife was the bride! Was he supposed to snatch her back at the end of the party?

With another sharp smack, the abused invitation hit the desk again, just as his phone rang.

“Mr. Xiang, have you seen Momo?” Dong Fei’s voice was thick with tears, barely above a sob. “She was supposed to meet me this afternoon to pick out nail polish, but I’ve been waiting for almost an hour and she still hasn’t shown up. She’s not answering her phone…”

Xiang Zuo’s heart dropped. Without a second thought, he grabbed his car keys and rushed for the door. “What about Song Jiakai?”

“I called him, they’re not together.”

“Damn!” Xiang Zuo cursed as he hung up, but his feet froze at the threshold. He couldn’t panic! Clutching his phone, he stood in the center of the room, forcing himself to mentally run through all of Zhang Momo’s acquaintances, but his mind refused to cooperate. Again and again, only one person, one figure, came to mind. No matter how hard he tried, he could think of no one else!

He had said her safety was none of his concern and dismissed the people he’d assigned to protect her, but how could he really indulge her stubbornness and withdraw everyone? He knew the man surnamed Hu was still at large. She was reckless, he was supposed to be calm! How could he have been blinded by her closeness to Song? Xiang Zuo, you’re a fool! Even if she became Mrs. Song, had a house full of little Songs calling her mother, could you really just stand by and do nothing? Idiot! Such a simple truth—how could it only hit him now?

His mind was a tangled mess. He couldn’t stay in the office a moment longer. He threw open the door with such force that he nearly stumbled headlong into the half-open doorway as he rushed out.

“Mr. Xiang…” The secretary at the door looked up, startled to see her always dignified boss in such disarray. Her face turned pale, and she quickly stood, unsure whether to steady him or pretend not to notice. Before she could decide, Xiang Zuo had straightened, not sparing her a glance as he shot out of the building like an arrow.

Meanwhile, Song Jiakai was equally anxious. Seated at his desk, his phone hadn’t stopped ringing. The usual dash and flair on his face had given way to grim concern. In the middle of a call, a third-party request signaled. In less than a second, he switched lines.

“Mr. Song, this is Chen from the Yongning Community property management…”

“I know, go ahead,” he interrupted impatiently, not waiting for a full introduction.

“We checked, her car is still in the community. Surveillance footage shows Miss Zhang left by herself at 9:15 this morning, but we couldn’t track her after that…”

“All right, thank you, Manager Chen!”

“It’s nothing, Mr. Song. If you need anything else—” But Song Jiakai had already hung up and switched back to his previous call. He paused, thought deeply, then suddenly remembered someone else.

“Captain Wu, I’ll call you back in a moment.” With that, he dialed Zhang Nianqing’s number…

Half a minute later, Captain Wu of the criminal investigation unit got another call from Song Jiakai. The voice on the other end was urgent and certain. “She’s at Tianshou Cemetery. I’m heading there now.”

“I’ll bring my team right away.”

Just before hanging up, Song Jiakai reminded him calmly, “No sirens.”