The cameras flashed. Reporters swarmed the car, shouting questions.
"President Mo! Who is she?"
"Is this your secret lover?"
Lin Xinyi ducked low, her pulse racing. "They'll see me!"
Mo Yichen's grip tightened on her wrist. "Stay down."
But the door yanked open. A reporter shoved a microphone inside. "Miss, please look this way!"
Before Lin Xinyi could react, Mo Yichen pulled her out of the car. His arm locked around her waist, holding her against him.
The crowd roared.
"President Mo, is this your girlfriend?"
"Are you getting married?"
Her face burned. She tried to push him away. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
He didn't budge. His deep voice cut through the chaos. "This woman—" His eyes flicked to hers, sharp, warning. "—belongs to me."
Her heart jumped, but anger surged just as fast. "You think you can decide that without asking me?" she hissed under her breath.
"Do you want them to rip you apart with questions?" His tone was ice.
She bit her lip, trapped. The flashes blinded her, the noise crushed her, and still his hold didn't loosen.
Frustration boiled in her chest. In her last life, she had been powerless. Was she trading one cage for another?
"Fine," she snapped, forcing a smile for the cameras. "Then let's give them a show."
Before Mo Yichen could react, she slipped her hand up his chest and leaned close, her lips almost brushing his ear. To the crowd, it looked like a lover's whisper.
The reporters went wild.
Mo Yichen's eyes darkened, his jaw tense. "You're playing with fire."
Her smile didn't falter. "Didn't you start the game, husband?"