"I..." An Yin hesitated, turning her head to look out the window. "Tell me the answer?" Bao Shaojin pressed, his foot gradually applying more force, and in the next second, the car darted like a sharp sword into the traffic. An Yin watched the distant vehicles with lingering fear and shouted, "Bao, Bao Shaojin, slow down, it’s too dangerous." "Tell me the answer." His eyes were bloodshot, repeating the question with no intention of slowing down. In the blink of an eye, the car had entered the highway, and due to the high speed, she found herself pressed against the seat. Watching the scenery flash by, she timidly spoke, "He and I can never be together." Her answer was very vague, yet it was the truth. "What, what did you say?" Bao Shaojin’s eyes narrowed slightly, and even his breathing became rapid. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 An Yin could only reiterate, "Bao Cheng and I can never be together." "Then, when did you two break up?" Bao Shaojin’s voice was mysteriously hoarse, almost overly gentle. Bao Shaojin saw her looking dumbfounded, seemingly still not recovering from the scare earlier. His dark eyes flashed with an imperceptible emotion, then he said in a deep voice, "Don’t be wishy-washy. Since you’ve made up your mind, tell Cheng as soon as possible." An Yin was completely confused at this moment, unable to keep up with the man’s pace. To avoid further inquiry, she nodded perfunctorily, "I know." Seeing the little girl behaving obediently, a strong sense of possession surged in Bao Shaojin’s heart. The atmosphere in the car became tense, with neither of them speaking. An Yin lowered her head guiltily, her hands endlessly fiddling with the seatbelt across her chest, muttering to herself: Oh no, the man is so scary. She didn’t want to hide her fake relationship with Bao Cheng for another moment. Bao Shaojin’s lips curved slightly, and his black eyes were filled with a near-pathological obsession. In the business world he’s never been considered a gentleman, yet in terms of morality, he’s always been strict with himself. To his surprise, for the sake of a little girl, he’s become unscrupulous. After all, the little girl’s status was as his cousin’s girlfriend, yet she was on his mind. Now, under his compulsion, it has led to their imminent breakup. In terms of both emotion and reason, he’s not in the right. Although he told himself, Bao Cheng, that brat, is just out there playing around, not cherishing his girlfriend at all, even gallivanting with other women, he believed his actions were saving the little girl from misery. As for that brat Bao Cheng, losing a girlfriend makes no difference to him, as he’d quickly move on to the little girl’s friend. Inside the car, both had different thoughts. An Yin even forgot how the man knew she was at his house. Bao Yun smoothly drove the car, recalling in his mind the address the little girl mentioned. His expression gradually turned more solemn. The next second, he turned on the car’s navigation and entered an address. Following the navigation’s directions, he gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand. Qingjuan’s face showed a hint of eagerness. Throughout the drive, he lost track of how many cars he overtook. As he heard the distance to his destination reducing, he gradually became clearer, as though he was becoming transparent. "Turn right in 500 meters!" As the voice broadcast sounded, the man’s heart followed suit. Bao Yun habitually glanced at the right rearview mirror. His heart instantly sank; it was a gray Cadillac. Over the years, whenever he went out, this car stuck to him like glue. Seeing that he was about to change lanes and with the person’s neighborhood just after the right turn, the veins on the back of Bao Yun’s hand bulged, and a dim light flickered in his eyes. "Meng Heming, well done!" Bao Yun coldly snorted, targeted the upcoming traffic light, and, heavy-hearted, turned the steering wheel to the left, casting a side glance at the road to the right. He erased the navigation traces from the car. Heading back to the temple, Bao Yun’s mood gradually calmed, as did a faint sweat appearing on his back. Thankfully, that person’s life wasn’t disturbed because of him! He nearly made a huge mistake, surely she would want to tear him apart if she found out her whereabouts were exposed because of him! Bao Yun sighed deeply, his pupils slowly regaining clarity. Seeing the car behind him persistently following, he remained composed. Being tracked had become commonplace over the years, Bao Yun had long gotten used to it. He didn’t even need to ponder who sent the people following him; he just knew it was Meng Heming! That man truly left no stone unturned. Uncle Ma stood in the courtyard after finishing a phone call, contemplating for a while before turning and walking steadily through the corridor to a quiet spot in the backyard. Next to the courtyard was a simple and elegant bamboo lounge chair. Sitting on it, a slight movement would make it sway gently up and down, bringing a certain delight. However, as T City was just entering early spring, there was still a slight chill in the air. Staying in the courtyard for long, the cold would creep up the collar, enveloping the whole body. When Uncle Ma arrived in the courtyard, he saw the other person lying motionless as if asleep, with the lounge chair also in a still state. The cashmere blanket Uncle Ma had brought earlier was placed aside on another chair, and Uncle Ma gently stepped forward to pick it up again, just about to cover the person when they suddenly opened their eyes. "Put it down, I’m not cold." Meng Heming’s high eyebrow ridge, with two dark eyebrows, and beneath them, a pair of eyes cold as a frosty pond. Uncle Ma’s hand paused, "Sir, it’s a bit chilly staying outside for too long, let’s go inside to rest." He wore a dark blue casual suit, immaculate trousers paired with a white shirt, looking elegant and proper. Meng Heming, seeing the other person standing there, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is there something?" Uncle Ma’s droopy eyes flickered with hesitation. Seeing the other staring at him, he finally said slowly, "Just now, the subordinate we sent to follow the Bao Family’s second young master called." As Uncle Ma mentioned this, Meng Heming abruptly sat up from the bamboo chair, placed both feet on the ground, and steadied the swaying chair. "Speak quickly." Prompted by his master’s urgency, Uncle Ma sped up his speech, "Second Master Bao returned to the old residence once, and when he came out, he brought a young girl..." Meng Heming grunted lowly, "Get to the point." "Second Master Bao eventually drove to a place he usually never went to, then suddenly returned to the temple."