The black sedan drove smoothly on the snowy road, the sound of its tires rolling over the snow deliberately kept to a minimum.
Rong Shenghan sat in the back seat, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees, his gaze fixed on the taillights of the red sports car in front of him, like two dancing flames, standing out conspicuously in the vast white snow.
Yu Jiuyuan clearly knew he was following her.
She didn't accelerate to shake them off, nor did she stop to question them; she simply maintained a steady speed, as if engaged in a silent tug-of-war.
This attitude of neither resisting nor accepting is more unsettling than any intense reaction.
"Sir, the road ahead is a winding mountain road. It's slippery due to the snow. Should we remind Miss to drive slowly?" The driver's voice was filled with concern.
Rong Shenghan watched as the sports car nimbly rounded a bend, its taillights flashing in the woods, before slowly speaking, "No need."
He knows Yu Jiuyuan too well.
Her driving skills, like her personality, seem casual, but are actually terrifyingly precise.
This level of road condition was a piece of cake for her.
What he was really worried about was the wall in her heart.
The ice and snow on this mountain road are harder to melt than those on the winding mountain road, and harder to cross than the cliffs and precipices.
The sports car eventually stopped at the observation deck at the top of the mountain.
Yu Jiuyuan pushed open the car door, and a biting wind immediately rushed in, carrying snowflakes that made her long hair dance wildly.
She seemed oblivious, simply walking to the edge of the observation deck and looking down at the city's night view at the foot of the mountain.
The lights of countless homes shimmered in the snow and mist, turning into a warm yellow hue, like an overturned palette, so gentle it seemed unreal.
Rong Shenghan's car was parked fifty meters away from her.
He didn't get out of the car; he just sat inside and watched her back.
She wore a long camel-colored coat, which looked particularly thin in the wind and snow, yet it exuded a stubbornness that refused to bend.
The phone vibrated at that moment; it was a message from Xie Zhecheng: "[The cooperation agreement between Su Mingyu and Chairman Lin is finalized; the signing will take place tomorrow.]"
Rong Shenghan's gaze darkened.
The Su family acted swiftly, leveraging their connections with the Lin family to formally extend their reach into the local technology industry.
He looked up at Yu Jiuyuan on the observation deck.
She remained standing there, motionless, like a statue blending into the wind and snow. Did she know about it? With her intelligence network, she probably had already gotten wind of it.
So, is she standing here now, thinking of a solution, or simply trying to avoid him?
Rong Shenghan pushed open the car door, and a cold wind instantly rushed into the car, carrying a biting chill.
He pulled his coat tighter and walked towards her step by step. The snow under his feet crunched underfoot, the sound particularly clear on the quiet mountaintop.
When she was still ten meters away from her, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly turned around.
The wind and snow reddened her cheeks, and her rose-colored lips, set against her pale face, resembled red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, possessing a breathtaking beauty.
Her eyes were cold, but unlike the deliberate aloofness she displayed in the villa, they held a more complex emotion, like a lake disturbed by wind and snow.
"Rong Shenghan, what exactly do you want?" she asked, her voice slightly distorted by the wind, yet still sharp and undeniable. "Is following me interesting?"
This was the first time she had called him by his name since the start of their cold war, not as "Vice President Rong," nor as a cold indifference.
Rong Shenghan stopped and stood there looking at her, his eyes swirling with emotions she couldn't understand: "I'm just... worried about you."
"Worried about me?" Yu Jiuyuan laughed, her laughter shattered by the wind. "Worried that I'll discover your secret? Or worried that I'll ruin your plans?"
She walked towards him step by step, her high heels making an unsteady sound in the snow, but she showed no intention of stopping.
She stopped when they were only a step apart, looked up at him, and her eyes were like icy knives: "Do you think I, Yu Jiuyuan, am a fool who has been kept in the dark? That I should believe everything you say and accept whatever you hide from me?"
“That’s not what I meant.” Rong Shenghan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he reached out to help her—she was standing too unsteadily, as if she would be blown over by the wind at any moment. “It’s too dangerous here, let’s go down first…”
"Don't touch me." Yu Jiuyuan took a step back abruptly, avoiding his hand. A hint of hurt flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered by coldness.
“Rong Shenghan, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with the Su family? Is your so-called ‘going home to handle some business’ actually to deal with them? Is your approach to me also related to these matters?”
She fired off a barrage of questions, like a volcano that had been building up for a long time finally erupting.
Every word carried a chill, yet concealed a barely perceptible expectation—expectation for him to deny it, for him to explain, for him to tell her that she was overthinking everything.
Rong Shenghan looked at her reddened eyes, and his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
He wanted to tell her the truth, to tell her that the Su family was his mother's enemy, and to tell her that his transfer to Saint Sakura and his approach to the Su family's sphere of influence were all to find out the truth about his mother's "accidental" death.
But he couldn't.
The person in charge of the Su family behind the scenes is ruthless beyond imagination.
He has already lost his mother and cannot allow anyone he cares about to be put in danger.
“Jiuyuan,” he said with difficulty, his voice hoarse like never before, “there are some things I can’t tell you right now. But I assure you, my feelings for you have never been false.”
"A sentiment?" Yu Jiuyuan seemed to have heard a joke. She raised her hand to wipe the snowflakes off her face, but her fingertips touched something wet.
Are they tears?
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