As long as Rong Shaoze wasn't truly in love with her, she would have a chance to escape.
The fear was that he had fallen for her.
After all, love would at least last for three years, and she didn't want to stay by his side for three years.
A young master of a grand household like Rong Shaoze, his favorite thing was to linger among the flowers. Perhaps, his interest in her would last at most, at most half a year.
She truly hoped that after half a year, she would be able to leave him.
"Come with me tomorrow," he insisted without giving up.
Did she even have a chance to refuse?
"...Okay," she replied.
Early in the morning, the media were already blocking the entrance to Shengjue; as soon as Rong Shaoze's car stopped, they swarmed around it.
"Mr. Rong, do you truly hold fifty-one percent of Rong Family's shares in your hands?" the journalists asked.
"Mr. Rong, do you plan on striking back, using your shares to reclaim the position of president?"
...
