It was supposed to be a normal investor briefing.
PowerPoints. Numbers. Polite applause.
But the moment Ji Chenrui walked in — smiling, confident, and headed straight toward Xu Yinyin — everyone knew:
⚠️ There will be no survivors. ⚠️
She stood near the presentation board, explaining social impact projections.
He walked up beside her, all casual charm.
"No wonder this company's so impressive," he said, loud enough for the back row to hear.
"With someone like Mrs. Lu leading campaigns… and looking this good while doing it."
The room chuckled lightly.
Yinyin gave a polite smile.
From the corner, Lu Zeyan sat like a shadow.
Silent. Tense.
Eyes dark.
Then It Happened
Chenrui leaned toward Yinyin's ear and whispered something.
She laughed. A light, brief laugh.
Zeyan stood up.
Everyone froze.
He walked to the front of the room.
Slowly. Controlled.
He didn't look at Chenrui. Didn't look at the board.
He looked at her.
"Xu Yinyin."
Her eyes flicked to him.
Cold. Composed.
"Yes?"
His jaw clenched.
"Come here."
Pause.
Chenrui raised an eyebrow. "Hey, we're just—"
"I wasn't talking to you."
The room fell to pieces.
The Meltdown
Yinyin didn't move. She folded her arms.
"If you have something to say, CEO Lu, say it."
He stared at her.
Then said clearly:
"She's. My. Wife."
The room exploded.
Someone dropped a water bottle. The HR director choked.
Yinyin blinked.
Zeyan continued, voice low and lethal:
"And this—whatever this game is?
If it's meant to test me…
Congratulations. I'm done pretending."
Chenrui gave a slow, impressed whistle. "Well, well."
Yinyin finally walked toward Zeyan.
Each step slow. Deliberate.
She stopped inches from him.
Then said softly:
"Good.
Because I'm done pretending too."
The Aftermath
She walked out of the meeting room first.
Everyone turned to look at Zeyan.
He didn't say a word.
He just followed her.
Out the door. Down the hall. Into the elevator.
Alone.
Inside the Elevator
Silence.
He turned to her.
"I meant what I said."
She looked up at him.
"I know.
I just wanted to hear you say it when you weren't jealous. When you weren't scared of losing."
He swallowed.
Then said, quietly:
"I am scared of losing you."
For the first time in days, she smiled. Just a little.
The elevator dinged.
She stepped out.
"Then don't."