When Jiang Yingjie walked in from outside, he saw Tan Shuya already emotionally unstable, frantically smashing the things around her—those decorative vases nearby weren’t spared.

For a moment, Jiang Yingjie even doubted he had come to the wrong place or that the place had been robbed.

After gathering his thoughts, he put his phone in his pocket and quickly walked toward Tan Shuya. When she tried to grab something off the table to throw on the ground, he seized her hand and spoke in a deep voice, "Tan Shuya, what kind of madness are you up to?"

Tan Shuya’s gaze fell on Jiang Yingjie in front of her, initially stunned, then she raised her hand to grab his clothes tightly, saying, "Jiang Yingjie, you need to help me. Only you can help me..."

Jiang Yingjie tilted his head to glance at the TV streaming a live broadcast. Understanding dawned as he focused on the two children on screen, his eyes deepening.

His gaze returned to Tan Shuya, his lips tight, as he pulled her to sit down, preventing her from stepping on the glass scattered on the floor. Once she was seated, he spoke, "How do you want me to help you?"

Suddenly, a vicious anger shot from Tan Shuya’s eyes, and she snarled, "Make Song Qiao and those two kids disappear from this world."

Jiang Yingjie stared at Tan Shuya, her words dripping with hatred, and finally uttered three words, "Are you crazy?"

"You refuse to help me?" Tan Shuya’s complexion faded to pale as she looked at him, pressing on, "You promised to help me, and now you won’t..."

"Shuyang, you know I love you." Jiang Yingjie sighed helplessly and continued, "Let’s leave this place behind—all the hatred—and start somewhere new, alright?"

His gaze fixed on her, every word laden with devotion and tenderness.

Since high school, he adored Tan Shuya. When she went abroad for studies, he followed her, pursuing a graduate degree abroad. He followed her to the United States, stayed by her side silently, watched her grow, and watched her involve with other men—especially as she fell deeper into Lu Jingchen, ultimately losing herself completely.

He had clearly warned himself not to devote love to one woman.

But he couldn’t help it; he liked her, liked her beyond control, perhaps even loved her.

Yet, this woman never looked at him with any semblance of love.

This incident made him realize that between him, Lu Jingchen, and Tan Shuya, if they continued to linger in obsession without timely withdrawal, he and Tan Shuya would be the ones hurt deeply.

"No, I don’t want that." Tan Shuya pushed Jiang Yingjie away determinedly, speaking as if possessed, "I will marry Lu Jingchen. I’m supposed to be Mrs. Lu; I won’t leave here, nor do I want to be with you."

Jiang Yingjie pressed his lips tightly, his face looking terribly displeased, suppressing his inner anger. He stood up and spoke, "Alright, since you insist on staying deluded, then do whatever you wish by yourself."

After saying this, he closed his eyes briefly, reopened them to meet Tan Shuya’s eyes, his tone filled with sarcasm, "I’ve been by your side for years, helping with countless things. I’m exhausted. I won’t bother you in the future."

With that, he turned and walked outward.

Tan Shuya watched Jiang Yingjie head for the door, stunned, then reacted, standing quickly to chase after him, grabbing his hand, "Are you...going to abandon me too?"

Jiang Yingjie clenched his hand into a fist by his side but spoke, "Shuya, I’m truly tired; those things you want done, I can’t help you with."

Tan Shuya hurriedly said, "I won’t ask you to do those things anymore. Don’t leave..."

She had already begun losing Lu Jingchen; she couldn’t lose Jiang Yingjie too. If she let him go this time, she might actually lose him.

...

This news conference stretched until 11:50 AM, and CK Group had its employee cafeteria. Before leaving, Lu Jingchen had the public relations team arrange for the reporters to have lunch at the employee cafeteria.

It was CK Group’s first time revealing the cafeteria setting and the meals available inside.

Needless to say, CK Group is not only top-tier in salary and benefits nationwide but also in meals and housing.

Nearly everyone knew CK Group had dormitories. Except for water and electricity bills, employees didn’t need to pay rent—the dorms located in one of the best city center neighborhoods in An City.

However, living in the dorm was subject to certain requirements, not open for all employees.

Once everything was arranged, Lu Jingchen holding Song Nianhuan, protecting his wife and son, walked out of the conference room, with Gu Qing and Ji Sifan waiting outside, greeting the family as they exited.

Gu Qing’s gaze fell on Lu Wangshu, recognizing immediately without anyone saying a word that he was indeed Huanhuan’s twin brother.

Song Qiao looked at Gu Qing, smiling, "Since you hardly visit An City, let’s have hot pot together. I’ll have someone bring Xiyan over."

Gu Qing glanced at Ji Sifan beside her, smiled, and said, "I’ve got things this afternoon; how about heading to your place for hot pot tonight?"

As she spoke, her gaze landed on Lu Jingchen. "President Lu shouldn’t have any issues, right?"

Lu Jingchen holding Song Nianhuan, unaffectedly replied, "No problem, but everything at home is managed by Qiaoqiao—if she’s okay with it, then it’s fine."

Song Qiao blushed hearing this, sneaking a glance at Lu Jingchen, feeling warmth filling her heart.

Gu Qing nodded knowingly, seemingly quite satisfied with Lu Jingchen. Smiling at Song Qiao, she asked, "Qiaoqiao, what do you think?"

Song Qiao replied, "Of course, no issue. I’ll buy the hot pot ingredients this afternoon."

Ji Sifan’s gaze landed on Lu Jingchen, with an inferred message, "Can we have a private chat?"

Lu Jingchen nodded, releasing Song Nianhuan. "Be good, wait here for dad."