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Her call had not gone through before Song Jiakai had already seized the man from the ground. The stalker's hat had fallen to the pavement, revealing an utterly ordinary face. He slowly raised both hands to show he meant no harm. “I was just passing by.”

“Like hell you were!” Song Jiakai would not relent, landing another punch to the man's stomach. This time, he did not hold back, and even the man's previously calm and placid expression twisted with pain. He reflexively looked as if he might fight back. Seeing his burly build, Zhang Momo nearly cried out for help, but after a moment’s hesitation, the man obediently raised his hands again.

“Buddy, enough already; someone hired me to follow Miss Zhang and keep an eye on her safety.”

At last, Zhang Momo found herself seated in Song Jiakai’s car. Yet, for a long time, neither of them spoke a word. They stared ahead at the motionless road, each lost in their own thoughts.

“You really planned this out, didn’t you?” In the end, it was Song Jiakai’s cold snort that snapped Zhang Momo back from her daze. He didn’t look at her, his face was clouded with anger as he unlocked the car and shot forward like an arrow.

Zhang Momo opened her mouth, but in the end, she quietly fastened her seatbelt and remained silent. Every word that man had spoken earlier echoed in her mind like nails driving her into the damp, rain-soaked street. ‘Miss Zhang, Mr. Xiang said that if you found out, there was no need to hide it from you. He wants you to be extra careful; there’s a fugitive wanted online who might be a threat to you.’ Those were his parting words, spoken calmly and helplessly after she’d hysterically shouted, ‘Tell your boss I don’t need anyone worrying about my safety!’

She still could not understand why she had been so angry. She ought to be grateful—immensely, proudly grateful. He had hired someone to protect her around the clock; he didn’t care about those wild rumors and photos; he never worried about the scandals involving her and her twin sister damaging his reputation; he even gave up Sheng Lian for her! So why was she so furious?

How ungrateful could she be! In this world, having a thick skin is no crime, but someone as ungrateful as her—surely that was unforgivable. Not only was she ungrateful, but she’d gone to such lengths to avoid him, to rid herself of him. Even just now, before she’d noticed she was being followed, walking alone on the rain-slicked pavement, she was still thinking about that Dongyin executive—could she quit? She wanted nothing to do with those board meetings. Now, if she could just sever all ties with him, she’d even give up Dongyin without a second thought!

“Are you going home, or should I take you to him?”

Song Jiakai’s voice came low and heavy, directed straight at the windshield. The words reverberated through the car’s interior, each syllable charged with explosive force. Zhang Momo was already simmering with nameless anger; his interrogation only fueled it further. Without thinking, she snapped, “Who wants to see him? Why would I go to him?”

Song Jiakai’s chest was already tight with bitterness, and her outburst drove him to slam on the brakes, stopping the car abruptly by the roadside. “Why would you want to see him? Don’t you know? Is this little flirtation with him amusing to you? Does it entertain you to use me as cover, as your shield? Am I some clown you two enjoy toying with?”

He whipped his head around, the handsomely refined face now drained of its usual charm, shadowed by anger and pain. Zhang Momo stared into his resentful eyes, a thousand emotions swirling within her. She recalled the first time they met, his teasing eyes as he called her ‘darling’ and played along with her charade; how, when they barely knew each other, he’d punched that ridiculous Lou Keyu for her sake; the day he confessed, lifting her in his arms and dancing like a child; and finally, with eyes reddened, he’d asked her, “The one you really love is Xiang Zuo, isn’t it?”