My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

Downstairs, Sun Miaomiao stormed out of the automatic glass door like a lit firecracker, rushing straight to Zhao Hanting and snatching the cup of coffee that had already gone cold from his hand.

"I'm so angry!" She took a big gulp, choked by the cold bitterness and frowned, but didn't stop talking.

"That Jiang Yi actually went up to the boss and questioned him, saying that my boss killed his sister! What right does he have? Is he out of his mind?"

Zhao Hanting leaned against the wall next to the guardhouse, the chewing gum in his mouth had lost its flavor, and he was casually using the tip of his tongue to push it into a thin film.

Upon hearing Sun Miaomiao's words, his previously relaxed gaze suddenly tightened.

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry, Vice President Sun?" He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and tried his best to keep his tone as joking as usual.

Sun Miaomiao slammed her coffee cup down on the windowsill, put her hands on her hips, and embellished Jiang Yi's words at the elevator entrance.

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, finally concluding, "Do you think he's sick in the head? My boss is pregnant... my boss's health isn't good to begin with, and he comes along saying things like that! If I were the boss, I'd kick him out on the spot!"

Zhao Hanting did not respond.

He leaned against the wall, maintaining that half-leaning, half-standing posture, but the bubble gum in his mouth stopped moving.

His gaze fell on Sun Miaomiao's face, but did not focus on her. Instead, it passed through her and landed on Su Xiaoyue in the distance.

A man's intuition told him that this matter was definitely not that simple.

After Sun Miaomiao finished speaking, she waited for two seconds without receiving a response and finally realized that something was wrong.

She stopped gesturing, tilted her head, and leaned closer to look at Zhao Hanting's face: "Hey, cop? What's wrong? I've been talking for so long, did you hear me?"

Zhao Hanting's eyes twitched, pulling his gaze away from Su Xiaoyue.

He licked his lips, his voice several octaves lower than before: "Sun Miaomiao, do you think... is it possible that what Jiang Yi said is true?"

Sun Miaomiao froze for a moment, then jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Zhao Hanting! Are you crazy? You also think my boss is that kind of person?"

"No, no!" Zhao Hanting hurriedly waved his hands, sprang up from the wall, and explained in a low voice, "I'm not saying Xia Anmian is the murderer! I'm saying... Jiang Miaomiao's death might not be that simple."

Sun Miaomiao's anger was stuck in her throat, neither rising nor falling.

"impossible."

Without even thinking, Sun Miaomiao retorted, "Our boss isn't that kind of person. That's illegal. Do you think our boss is as stupid as you?"

Zhao Hanting did not continue to refute Xia Anmian's little fangirl.

He just looked at her, nodded, and said, "Yeah, just kidding, I don't think so either."

Then he leaned back against the wall, spat the chewed gum, now like rubber, into the nearby trash can, and straightened up.

"Where are you going?" Sun Miaomiao asked.

"...Go pick up a package." Zhao Hanting waved his hand and walked towards the gate of the science park without turning his head.

Sun Miaomiao stood there, watching his figure disappear around the corner.

She bit her lip, raised the now-cold cup of coffee in her hand again, and took a sip. This time, the bitterness made her wrinkle her face.

"...It's definitely not the boss," she muttered to herself.

As Zhao Hanting walked further away, he slowed down after turning the street corner.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and scrolled to a chat window with a colleague in an internal work group. After hesitating for a moment, he typed: "Brother, help me check the CCTV footage from the Zhongshan branch last night, as well as Zhao Jianmin's car accident record... Try not to let anyone know."

After sending the message, he turned off the screen, held the phone in his palm, stood on the street, and let out a long breath.

……

Jiang Yi pushed open the glass door and walked out.

Su Xiaoyue was still sitting on the bench when she heard the door open and looked up.

Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, as if searching for some clue, but when she finally saw only Jiang Yi's disappointment, she knew she had made the right bet.

How could two people rekindle their old flame just because they met once?

She stood up, brushed off non-existent dust from her trench coat, and walked over to him.

"Honey, how are you?"

Jiang Yi looked at her face. He wanted to speak, but suddenly felt his throat was dry. Even though he had only been gone for less than half an hour, it felt like he had traveled a very long way before returning. His conversation with Xia Anmian kept echoing in his mind.

The sudden news that Xia Anmian was pregnant was something he simply couldn't process.

"It wasn't her," Jiang Yi said, his voice more hoarse than he had expected. "She's been at the company the whole time. The security footage proves it."

Su Xiaoyue nodded, neither asking for details nor taking advantage of Xia Anmian's misfortune.

She simply reached out and gently grasped his wrist, giving Jiang Yi a sense of security.

"Perhaps it was a natural death," she said, her voice soft and gentle, as if afraid that saying anything too harsh would upset him further. "Let's not rush things, okay? The medical report isn't out yet. Once the results are in, everything will be clear."

Jiang Yi looked down at the hand that was holding his wrist; the fingers were slender and fair, appearing exceptionally soft in the afternoon light.

He paused for two seconds, then said, "Hmm."

"Are you hungry?" Su Xiaoyue asked. "Let's go get something to eat first. You didn't eat anything this morning, and you just ran around; it's easy to feel uncomfortable if your stomach is empty."

Jiang Yi wanted to say "I'm not hungry," but his stomach did twitch, as if reminded that it was empty.

He nodded: "Okay."

Su Xiaoyue smiled slightly, released his wrist, and instead took his hand, interlocking her fingers with his, before leading him toward the gate of the science park.

"I found a noodle shop nearby; the soup base is very clear and not greasy."

She talked as she walked, as if she were discussing something very ordinary. Her voice was steady and natural, which gradually calmed Jiang Yi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense because of the conversation just now.

On the top floor of the science building, Xia Anmian sat in a chair, watching the two people gradually disappear into the distance.

Once Jiang Yi and Su Xiaoyue's voices had long since disappeared, she slowly turned around, opened her computer, and sent a video recording.