Chapter Eleven: Hiding Her Away, Granting No One Else a Glimpse

Sensing danger, Jiang Yunzhu immediately sped up, and the car beside her accelerated as well. But the traffic light ahead turned red, forcing her to stop. Suddenly, the passenger window of the SUV next to her rolled down, and a woman's face appeared, flinging a cup of water straight at her.

The woman’s voice was shrill and arrogant. “Are you the worthless employee handling PR for our Feifei? Going to work at this hour—no wonder you’re always slacking off! Just quit and get lost already!”

Zhou Qingfei’s fans?

Jiang Yunzhu glanced at the woman and frowned. Seeing the woman half out the window, she quickly warned, “Sit back down!”

But the woman only grew more brazen, her gaze openly malicious. “You dare bully our Feifei? You’ll pay for it. Feifei is kind, but we, her fans, are not to be trifled with. Today, you’re dead!”

With that, she brandished a selfie stick, aiming it at Jiang Yunzhu’s eyes.

This lunatic!

Jiang Yunzhu gritted her teeth. Just then, the light turned green, and she slammed the accelerator, hoping to distance herself from the SUV. But the other car became more aggressive, even ramming into her vehicle.

Horns blared—more cars piled up behind, and the intersection ahead was packed. She had no choice but to gradually slow down.

The girl grew even more outrageous, jabbing the selfie stick at her eyes. “Trying to run, you wretch? Get out now, kneel, and record an apology video to Feifei!”

Jiang Yunzhu’s expression turned glacial, her voice devoid of warmth. “If you don’t stop this now, I’ll call the police.”

“You caused Feifei such losses and you dare call the police? Watch me finish you off today! Hit her!”

As soon as the words fell, the black SUV rammed into her Mini Cooper.

With a deafening crash, the barricade toppled. Jiang Yunzhu’s ears rang, her vision went black, and for a long moment she was unable to react.

Seeing her motionless, the two women grew even more excited. “Hit her again! Don’t let her get away without apologizing to Feifei. I’m recording this—everyone will see what happens when you cross us!”

The girl started recording with her phone, her eyes alight with excitement.

A siren wailed.

“Stop right there!” A traffic officer, responding to the report, rushed over.

Seeing the police, the woman immediately ordered the driver to turn around and flee.

A traffic officer hurried over to Jiang Yunzhu’s car, looking at her with concern. “Miss, are you alright?”

Holding her head, Jiang Yunzhu slowly straightened up. Only when the ringing in her ears faded did she open her eyes.

“Miss?” The officer waved a hand in front of her. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” she replied weakly.

After confirming that she was unharmed, the officer gently helped her out of the car.

Her phone rang again. She glanced at the screen—Shen Ruizhang. After a moment’s hesitation, she answered.

Shen Ruizhang’s tone was icy, commanding. “Come to the office. Now.”

“Uncle, I was just in a car accident.”

There was a strange silence on the other end.

Jiang Yunzhu thought he might hang up, but then he spoke. “Get to the office soon. Qingfei is waiting for your promotion plan.”

Beep, beep, beep.

He hung up after only that, without a trace of concern—harsher even than with ordinary employees.

Shen Ruizhang’s voice had been loud enough for the officer to hear. The officer looked at Jiang Yunzhu awkwardly. “Miss, perhaps you should go to the hospital first. If you have any internal injuries, it could be serious.”

The kindness from a stranger soothed some of her frustration.

She smiled and shook her head. “No need, I’m fine. Someone will handle the car. May I leave now? Sorry for the trouble.”

An hour later, Jiang Yunzhu entered the CEO’s office.

Shen Ruizhang’s displeasure was obvious. “Where have you been?”

She sat down across from him, her tone cold. “I was in a car accident.”

He was momentarily startled, then annoyance flashed in his cold eyes.

He curled his lips into a mocking smile. “A car accident and you're completely fine? Just as Qingfei said, lying for attention?”

She paused. “Uncle, does nothing I say count unless Miss Zhou says the same?”

Shen Ruizhang arched an eyebrow, saying nothing, but his unchanged expression made his opinion clear.

“I understand.” With that, she swiftly sent the prepared document to him.

She gave him a distant, polite smile. “President Shen, here is the promotion plan you requested.”

Shen Ruizhang looked up in surprise, momentarily dazed by the striking beauty before him. Only then did he realize that the delicate, clingy girl from before had grown up—now radiant and poised, dazzling enough to be impossible to ignore.

For a moment, he couldn’t name the feeling in his heart, only that it was deeply uncomfortable. The thought that another man might claim such beauty unsettled him even more—a possessive urge to hide this rose away from all prying eyes.

Their eyes met. Realizing his emotions were out of line, Shen Ruizhang quickly averted his gaze, staring at the desk and forcing his tone calm. “Not bad.”

It was rare to receive his praise. A glint of shrewdness flashed in Jiang Yunzhu’s eyes. “President Shen, shouldn’t employees be rewarded for good work? I’d like to take Sang Bai for half a month.”

Shen Ruizhang felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. “And after half a month, what then?”

Their eyes met again. Afraid he would see through her, Jiang Yunzhu instinctively looked away.

Feeling rebuffed, Shen Ruizhang stood, walked around to her, and bent down, his dark eyes boring into her.

Instantly, the familiar, icy scent enveloped her, domineering and inescapable.

She retreated a few steps in discomfort, but as he drew closer, she found herself pressed back, gripping the armrest tightly.

He lowered his gaze, staring intently at her crimson lips.

They looked like jelly—what would it feel like to kiss them?

His eyes darkened, a silent storm swirling within, the air around them charged with a restless energy.

His face drew ever closer.