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Netizens joked: “This is true capital at play.”

The actress who wanted to seize the opportunity to kick someone when they were down, and who had been consistently buying hot searches to smear Song Zhi, could only watch helplessly as all the negative press releases she had commissioned marketing accounts to publish vanished into thin air in an instant.

Her backer didn’t dare to offend Jiang Yanzhou and even warned her not to mess with Song Zhi again: “Otherwise, neither you nor I will have a good outcome.”

The curious netizens who had been silently watching the drama unfold were all ignited by Jiang Yanzhou’s Weibo post.

[What the heck is this sweet and beautiful love story of an overbearing CEO falling for a dramatic diva?! I’m so jealous, so jealous!!!] [Mr. Jiang, is that you, Mr. Jiang??] [Case closed! Jiang Yanzhou is Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Jiang is Jiang Yanzhou. Damn, God is so unfair! Not only did Song Zhi get beauty and a good figure, but she also got a handsome and rich boyfriend.]

Those people even went to Jiang Yanzhou’s Weibo comments, asking him if he was indeed Mr. Jiang.

Some even went further, asking him to post a selfie, preferably shirtless, showing his eight-pack abs.

Jiang Yanzhou’s Weibo post completely steered the topic in a direction that even Xia Wanyue couldn’t control.

Most of the comments were speculating about her love life.

Was it He Hanyang, or Ji Song, or now this Jiang Yanzhou?

Xia Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief while also lamenting: “It’s good to be rich.”

She asked Song Zhi, “What’s the situation between you and Jiang Yanzhou now? Have you gotten back together?”

Song Zhi shook her head, her delicate face showing confusion: “No, we haven’t.”

“Then why did he specifically create a Weibo account to speak up for you?”

Song Zhi was silent for a few seconds, thinking about what Jiang Yanzhou had told her.

She wasn’t even sure what she was thinking.

Feelings, she had them.

How could she just stop liking someone she had liked for so many years?

But she also had the strong resolve to leave him when she decided to.

However... she was still quite confused about one thing.

[Song Zhi: It’s fine that you opened a Weibo account, but why did you make such a flashy verification?]

She finally couldn’t hold back and sent Jiang Yanzhou a message.

He replied quickly.

[Jiang Yanzhou: If I didn’t get a verification, how would they know who was backing you?]

Song Zhi was just looking down to reply. Before she could send the message, her phone vibrated several more times.

[Jiang Yanzhou: Live your life according to your own wishes.] [Jiang Yanzhou: No matter how big of a mess you make, I’ll handle it.]

He wasn’t a man of many words; Song Zhi had known that for a long time.

In her freshman year, she had lived in the school dorms for a while to prepare for exams.

She caught a cold due to a sudden change in weather, took medicine, and rested in the dorm.

Her stomach ached from hunger, but she was too weak to go downstairs.

She was a picky eater and couldn’t stomach the school’s takeout, especially when she was sick.

Her willpower weakened from illness, she called Jiang Yanzhou and cried endlessly.

“Zhouzhou, I feel so bad.”

He was in a meeting at the time. After gently comforting her, he said he would call back later.

Song Zhi was willful and pampered then, not caring how important his meeting was.

At that time, the trope of “domineering CEO falls in love with me” was popular. All the TV dramas featured domineering CEOs who would abandon their executives and employees in the conference room with just one call from the female lead, irresponsibly walking away.

So, when she heard Jiang Yanzhou’s words, she concluded that he didn’t care about her and disregarded her life or death.

Her temper flared up. She turned off her phone and went to sleep, burying her head under the covers.

Half an hour later, the dorm supervisor came with several takeout boxes.

They were all her favorite foods.

There was also a sticky note on top, with neat and strong handwriting, clearly from Jiang Yanzhou.

“Get some rest early today. If you’re still not feeling well, I’ll pick you up and take you home.”

The dorm supervisor said: “That young man is still waiting downstairs. Do you want to go down and see him?”

Song Zhi was still in a bad mood, so she shook her head and said no.

The dorm supervisor replied: “Okay, then I’ll go downstairs and tell him.”

Actually, looking back now, she was being unreasonable. His career was just starting, and so many eyes were watching him.

If he had disregarded all the company executives for a phone call, that would have been truly irresponsible.

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Xia Wanyue saw that Song Zhi was lost in thought, so engrossed that she didn’t even notice her coming in.

She had just gone out to make a cup of coffee.

Tonight, Song Zhi would undoubtedly have to pull another all-nighter, relying on coffee to stay awake and alert.

On Weibo, netizens were still continuously asking about the relationship between the two.

They seemed to have completely confirmed that Jiang Yanzhou and Mr. Jiang were the same person.

Some even specifically edited together clips from that episode showing them together.

Jiang Yanzhou’s gaze at Song Zhi was not at all like a brother looking at his sister; it was so gentle it almost dripped with affection.

Unconcealed love, almost as if he had “I like Song Zhi” written directly on his face.

Unfortunately, at the time, everyone was engrossed in their looks and shipping Song Zhi and He Hanyang as a couple.

[Blame my blindness. I shipped a couple who were just doing it for money instead of this sweet one.] [Go, Mr. Jiang, go!! Try to win Song Zhi over soon. I’m waiting to see what kind of divine looks your sons and daughters will have.] [Mr. Jiang, remarry! If I had known you were the CEO of Shenhuan, you could have beaten me to death, and I still wouldn’t have divorced you.] [Hope the comment above respects themselves. Mr. Jiang is my man, okay?] [Hmm?? Are we fighting over a man now? It was this same group of you who were yelling about Mr. Jiang having no heart a few days ago.] [It’s just normal marital fun between my husband and me. Arguing, getting together, breaking up, it’s all normal. What do you know?]

Song Zhi believed in “out of sight, out of mind,” so she simply locked her phone and handed it to Xiao Xu, focusing on her work.

Work finished relatively early today, wrapping up at 12:30 AM.

The car stopped at the complex entrance as usual. She walked unsteadily inside, heavy with sleep.

A familiar car model and license plate were parked by the roadside.

She paused, rubbed her eyes. When she looked again, Jiang Yanzhou had already approached: “I bought you the chocolate cake you like, and Aunt Wu’s pumpkin porridge.”

Song Zhi wondered: “It’s so late. Why are you here?”

His voice was gentle: “I wanted to see you.”

Seeing the weariness in Song Zhi’s eyes, he again felt a pang of heartache: “Haven’t you been getting enough sleep recently, at least eight hours?”

Song Zhi’s shoulders ached a bit. She massaged them casually a few times: “I should be able to get some good rest after the movie is released.”

She was a bit hungry, and hearing Jiang Yanzhou mention Aunt Wu’s pumpkin porridge instantly made her crave it.

But she didn’t forget to put on her superstar airs: “Considering your generous request, I’ll reluctantly have a taste.”

The little girl probably didn’t realize how charming her tsundere and proud little expression was.

Jiang Yanzhou subtly hid the smile at the corner of his lips and opened the car door for her.

The porridge was in a thermos, still hot. Jiang Yanzhou poured a bowl for her, handed it to her, then reclined the driver’s seat and went around to massage her shoulders: “Does it hurt here?”

He had noticed earlier that she frowned in pain whenever she touched her shoulder.

Song Zhi was originally still adhering to the ethical boundaries of proper conduct between genders, but after he gently yet firmly kneaded her a few times, she was instantly won over by his technique.

She quietly mused: “It’s truly a waste of your talent that you don’t open a blind massage parlor.”

Because of their current posture, his voice seemed to be right by her ear.

Even his laughter was clear: “Is that so?”

“Yeah, put aside your CEO airs, go buy a ten-dollar pair of sunglasses at a street stall, set up a shop, and I guarantee your business will boom.”

She seemed to get more excited as she spoke: “How about this, I’ll invest, and we’ll share the profits then.”

She turned her head to ask for his opinion.

Just then, Jiang Yanzhou was straightening her crooked collar. They were close, and when Song Zhi turned her head, her lips brushed against his cheek.

The long-lost soft touch made his heart skip a beat.