They lingered outside her gate, fingers entwined, whispering promises under the moonlight—unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching them.
*One belonged to Zhou Weng, his amused smile sharpening as he noted how Yin Zhang's grip lingered too long on his daughter's waist.*
*The other? A shadowed figure across the street, snapping photos with a silenced click.*
Zhou Weng waited until Luong stepped inside before clearing his throat. **"Late again, *xiao bao*? And with… *company*."**
Luong froze mid-step. The fridge door hissed as she yanked it open, gulping water to cool her burning cheeks. **"Just a coworker. We had a late meeting."**
**"Ah."** Her father steepled his fingers.
**"Does this *coworker* have a name? Or a reason his hands were under your blouse?"**
The glass slipped from her grip—
**CRASH.** Shards exploded across the tiles.
Zhou Weng's laughter died as his phone buzzed. A single, unsaved number lit up the screen:
**📱 Unknown:** *"Tell your daughter to cancel Huawei's contract. Or the photos go public."*
*(Attached: A pixelated shot of Yin Zhang pressing Luong against the gate, her uniform disheveled.)*
His blood turned to ice. *Who else had been watching?*