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If, in a place overlooked by God’s careless gaze, there should remain an abandoned fragment of happiness, truth be told, Mo Mo Zhang wouldn’t deny that she longed for it. That day at the Taoran Residence, after her earnest confession to Jiakai Song, which felt more like an interrogation with a machine gun than a heartfelt declaration, she held her breath for several seconds, hardly daring to exhale, as she waited for his response. So when Jiakai Song, without a word and before they’d even ordered, shot her a glare and strode out of the restaurant, Mo Mo could only lower her head, watching his decisive retreat.

The shining ring on the table was quietly gathered up and slipped back into her purse; even if she never found another man in this lifetime, at least she could keep a proposal ring as a memento… Though, what she truly yearned for was the wedding band from her marriage to Xiang Zuo, but since returning it to Nianqing, that ring had long since gone back to its rightful owner, leaving this wish unfulfilled. Mo Mo had mulled it over for a long time, thinking that in a couple of years, once things with Nianqing had healed, perhaps she might have a chance to reclaim that ring…

Yet, life is unpredictable! Mo Mo had counted her chickens far too soon—even keeping Jiakai Song’s ring as a keepsake would prove difficult. In fact, her fantasy was shattered the very next morning by a single phone call.

“Mo Mo Zhang, after all you said yesterday, shouldn’t you make your position clear? From now on, can you promise that I’ll be the only one in your eyes? That you’ll sever all ties with anyone named Xiang—left, right, front, or back—what do you say?”

Clutching the phone, Mo Mo stared blankly for a long time; she couldn’t even recall when she hung up. Only then did she realize just how shrewd Jiakai Song could be, befitting a businessman. Could she do it? Could she not? Would she even try? She was utterly bewildered.

But there was more yet to come. Spurred on by Fei Dong, Mo Mo had poured her savings into the junk stock ST Lucheng, only to hear the stunning news that “Lucheng Printing Co., Ltd. has reached a share transfer agreement with Sheng Lian Group’s subsidiary, Dongyin Company, for all shares of ST Lucheng held by Lucheng Printing.” What did it mean? What was Xiang Zuo up to? Hadn’t he already set a time bomb by tipping her off to buy into ST Lucheng? Now, restructuring Lucheng through Dongyin wasn’t just about buying a few apples—it was acquiring an entire listed company! Did all her words at their last meeting mean nothing? Had she worn that ring for him in vain? What would it take for him to simply live his own life in peace?

In the days that followed, Mo Mo drifted through a fog of grievance and unease, receiving one unsettling piece of news after another: ST Lucheng had successfully restructured with Dongyin, Dongyin had become the largest shareholder, and the company had officially been renamed ST Dongyin!

Just a few months earlier, when Mo Mo, at Fei Dong’s urging, had recklessly invested her entire fortune in the stock market, she’d sworn that if she lost it all, she’d cripple that stock-crazed woman. But now, inexplicably, she was a shareholder of ST Dongyin! Dongyin had gone public—her father’s lifelong dream finally realized. And she was a shareholder! The assets she’d invested had multiplied many times over, yet her desire to punch Fei Dong half-paralyzed only grew stronger.

How could she have helped Xiang Zuo with something so foolish and taxing? Hadn’t his work at Sheng Lian already worn him thin enough? During the eight months they were together, he always came home on time, but countless nights, after she’d fallen asleep, he would slip back into the study to read reports and documents. Did she not know? As for Dongyin, she honestly no longer cared! So long as it remained in his hands, not bankrupt or shuttered, that was her greatest hope. Who asked him to go to such lengths for a public listing? And to make her a shareholder? Who gave him the right?

Mo Mo pounded the table with her fist, her eyes reddening with grievance. Yet just then, someone utterly lacking in tact knocked at her door—Fei Dong, oblivious to Mo Mo’s glare, handed her a document. “President Zhang, this is the notice to convene the interim shareholders’ meeting for ST Dongyin. You’ll need to attend.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Mo collapsed into her chair. At this point, even if someone handed her a knife, she wouldn’t have the strength to lift it.

The afternoon of the shareholders’ meeting, a fine drizzle misted the sky. Mo Mo paced back and forth in front of Sheng Lian Tower, unable to bring herself to go in. Finally, a warm-hearted staff member responsible for greeting shareholders guided her to the eighth-floor multi-purpose conference room, marking the end of her long internal struggle. Seated inside, she soon realized with a start that she was alone in that grand hall.

“Others will be arriving soon,” the staff member explained patiently, smiling as she left. Only after closing the door did she wipe the sweat from her brow—so this young woman with five percent of Dongyin’s shares didn’t even know that public shareholders could vote online!

“Let’s begin.” The conference room doors opened and closed with polite precision, and a familiar voice rang out behind her. Firm, energetic footsteps approached, making Mo Mo’s scalp tingle.

Xiang Zuo entered, followed by six or seven others. Unusually, he wasn’t in a suit. His pale gray long-sleeved T-shirt, meant to be casual, looked crisp and formal on him. Perhaps the clothes were thin, or perhaps his hair was trimmed shorter than before, but he seemed leaner. Mo Mo lowered her head, not daring a second glance.

He walked to the head of the table, tossed down some documents without even glancing at them, and fixed his gaze on Mo Mo, saying nothing. Under his silent scrutiny, Mo Mo felt her entire body tingling, not just her scalp. The spacious, bright conference room was so silent that only the sound of breathing seemed to remain, eroding her composure.

At last, the tension was broken by a middle-aged man seated beside Xiang Zuo, apparently the company’s vice chairman. Xiang Zuo introduced the five directors and two lawyers present, and finally turned to Mo Mo. “Welcome, Miss Zhang, to the shareholders’ meeting. Miss Zhang is a key investor in our company. Thank you for your support.”

Round and round it went, and she was the only outsider! Mo Mo’s heart filled with confusion. Wasn’t this supposed to be a “major” shareholders’ meeting? Where was the bustling, flag-waving crowd she’d imagined?

No one answered her silent question. Then Xiang Zuo, from the head of the table, announced, “Miss Mo Mo Zhang is also a candidate for the new board of directors. We will vote on her appointment at this meeting.” Mo Mo’s numb nerves short-circuited instantly.

Afterward, she couldn’t recall whom she’d shaken hands with, what matters had been discussed, which candidates were approved, or which documents she’d signed… None of it was clear. The only thing she understood was that, from this day on, she was truly a director of Dongyin—a member of the board of a publicly listed company! Mo Mo, body in the conference room but mind adrift on clouds, only came back to earth when the other directors and lawyers who’d entered with Xiang Zuo quietly disappeared, leaving him alone at the head seat, watching her silently.

Xiang Zuo was frustrated—deeply so. Anyone would be, after offering someone a painstakingly prepared loaf of bread, only to see it met with the look of indigestion. But what he found even less forgivable was himself, for even after such rejection, the thought that sprang to mind was: What other delicious bread could he make for her?

Mo Mo didn’t want bread! The moment she opened her mouth, she cast both him and his bread into the abyss. “Xiang Zuo, why are you doing this?”

Seeing her pained expression, as if she’d been choked by bread, Xiang Zuo found that even a bitter smile was too extravagant. Her words cut as sharply as the ring she’d worn on her left finger that day. But this time, he would not be deceived. Rising from the table, Xiang Zuo took her hand and led her out of the conference room.

“You want to know why? I’ll show you.”

The car sped down the road, heading toward Lake Court. When Mo Mo glimpsed the row of solitary villas, her heart skipped a beat. That lonely house, the one always waiting for its mistress, pressed on her heart like a cross, making it hard to breathe. The closer they came, the more suffocating her anxiety grew. With confusion and a silent plea, she glanced at him, but at a crossroads, he turned the car toward Xiangyi Mountain.

“You want to know why? It’s because of this place.” At the foot of the mountain, he stopped the car. Spring’s green had cloaked the hills, dazzling the eyes with its vibrant brilliance. Amid the lush foliage was a winding path that twisted up the slope. He had walked that path before, with her! That day was in deep autumn, their third meeting.

It was during the height of the red leaves, and the air was biting cold. Yet she, true to Nianqing’s style, was dressed with elegant lightness. Her delicate high heels were no match for the rugged mountain path; soon enough, the graceful lady was limping. But she wouldn’t give up, gritting her teeth to maintain a perfect poise that made his heart ache. Even when she turned away and her brows knit in pain, she would face him again with bright, limpid eyes—eyes shining with affection and longing.

He knew that, within that affection, there was some calculation and intent to please; behind the sparkle of her gaze lay hope for the dying printing plant and her comatose sister. But he didn’t care. He was no fool, nor was he impulsive, and he’d always despised the cliché of women clinging to wealth. Yet somehow, gazing into her pure, flawless eyes, he couldn’t associate her with greed. To love a woman and be her support—was that not his rightful role?

“Mo Mo, do you remember? It was here that I proposed to you. From the moment you said yes, everything about you became connected to me.”

The fine spring rain fell quietly on him, but he paid it no mind; through the gentle mist, he gazed at the winding path. His eyes were so distant that even an “amnesiac” like her was drawn into sorrow. Yet from that sorrow, Mo Mo found a wellspring of courage and stubbornly turned her head away.

“Xiang Zuo, actually… back then, to be honest, I didn’t like you as much as I pretended.”

Her words were halting but true. At that time, every bit of her passion for him had been an act, motivated by self-interest. She had shamelessly set her heart on winning his favor! Her father’s printing plant needed him; the bank loans needed him; her sister needed good care in a hospital, and only he could provide it!

“What does that matter? Unless you dare say that when you left me, you still felt nothing for me.” His tone was calm, not even turning his head, but it sent Mo Mo’s heart reeling. She opened her mouth, but no matter how much courage she had, she couldn’t utter the words “I dare.”

“I used you, deceived you—sometimes I can’t forgive myself. I really don’t know how to face you.”

“Forgiveness? I shouldn’t forgive you either. But strangely, I never truly blamed you.” He shook his head with a wry smile, a trace of helplessness in his voice. “I’m just angry. Why couldn’t you ever trust me a little more? Why did you always put Nianqing’s happiness ahead of your own, and forget both yourself and me? Look where it’s gotten us—how difficult you’ve made things for yourself. Tell me, why?”

“What?” Mo Mo looked up, flustered under his knowing gaze. His eyes were filled with exasperation, yet clear as a mountain stream.

“Mo Mo, I know what you’re worried about. Because of those photos, and maybe even because you’re my ‘ex-wife’s’ twin, you’ve branded me with that label!”

Mo Mo was startled, frozen on the spot. Xiang Zuo, however, let the helplessness fade from his expression, firmly and gently taking her hands in his, closing them tightly in his palms with a sigh. “Maybe these problems can’t be solved for a long time, maybe not even in a lifetime. But it doesn’t matter. You’re still you, and I’m still me. No matter what others say, we can still live our own lives. Why can’t you see that?”

He gazed at her for a long, long time—so long that Mo Mo felt her very blood had ceased to flow. She couldn’t say what it was that made his face so handsome; even the shock of meeting Jiakai Song for the first time, which had seemed dazzling, bore no resemblance to the feeling Xiang Zuo gave her. All she knew was that she couldn’t look away. And, unable to look away, she felt safe; she even felt threads of gratitude and contentment, all because of those words: “No matter what others say, we can still live our own lives.”

“Why do you do this to yourself?” In the chill of spring, this determined man’s gaze was enough to make one’s heart ache. Was it his brilliance that was at fault, or was she simply a fool? The answer hardly mattered now. Mo Mo only knew that, today, there was nothing in her entire being worthy of him or his passion. “Xiang Zuo, have you never thought of falling for someone else? It’s really not that hard to love another.”

As she spoke, a sour sadness welled up for no reason. She tried to free her hands, but he held on. The listlessness in her fingers was slowly destroyed by his warmth, which seeped deeper and deeper into her heart. In the ache she could no longer bear, he spoke gently:

“But for some people, one love is enough for a lifetime.”