The girl shoved the woman against the wall before she walked around the table to her brother, "Are you okay, Bro Mo?", Rong Xinghe asked worriedly, placing her hand upon his hand, over his torsal area.

The man simply nodded with a groan, pointing at his office desk. The girl understood the man's signal and pulled the drawer open, picking out a painkiller tablet from it. As she passed him the glass of water, her eyes landed upon the lit-up TV screen next to the rumpled He Chen.

In a moment, she understood what had infuriated her bro Mo so much. About fifteen sneakily clicked pictures, from profuse distance clearly, completely giving away hers and her darling's identity, were being presented over the screen. As if it were some archaeological exhibition from ages ago.

Mo Zixuan waited for his breathing to get back to normalcy before he glanced at his sister. He could tell she was feeling angered by it all, but the damage had already been done.

"Xinghe..."

"Who the fu*k did this?!", the girl questioned through gritted teeth.

"He Chen.", the man sighed, "I am so sorry, Kid. I should've been more alert." He did not feel like shielding the woman at all like he would've had done in situations such as these, for any other employee of his. Rong Xinghe had every right to take out her frustration, in this case. It involved the man she loved, after all.

Rong Xinghe's stern expression soon landed on the woman, whose legs had already started to tremble by now. The girl was about to leap over to the woman when her phone rang up.

She picked it up, distracted, but the deep magnetizing voice soon hauled her back to him, "Xinghe, I just got to know about the news. Fang called me. Are you alright?", the man asked, concerned. Rong Xinghe could tell he was still driving.

"Uh-huh. I'll handle it. Don't worry.", the girl promised.

"I am not worrying about this crap. It's you, Xinghe, that matters to me.", Xi Yuan chuckled, "Will you be okay, Baby?"

"I will be okay.", the girl nodded, her tone calmer than before, "I love you, Yuan."

"Love you too."

The second the phone in her hand got disconnected, Rong Xinghe looked at her brother, "Do you mind some violence in here?"

"Not at all.", the man smiled approvingly.

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"Arghhhh!"

As He Chen tried to escape Rong Xinghe's clutches, her face pressed against one of the junior reporter's cubicle desk, almost everyone present in the office surrounded the two women. Mo Zixuan decided to observe the drama from outside his office instead, Cheng Tai by his side.

"Shouldn't we stop her!?", Cheng Tai asked, anxious, "What if-"

"Don't worry, my dear wife.", Mo Zixuan shook his head dismissively, "Xinghe knows what she is doing. Besides, she is allowed to be troublesome. She has me backing her up, ultimately."

He Chen was the Chief Operating Officer of MZX Corporations. She was among the few higher-ups in the company, who were responsible for maintaining the channel's ratings and reviews. With a Masters in Business Administration from the University of Cambridge, the employees in the company looked up to her. Naturally, the scene unfolding in front of them was more of a shocker and totally unexpected.

But then again, they were all in the field of cameras. They understood as to what had enraged the Military Chief Rong so much this time. If there was one thing the world knew about this mysterious woman, it was her protectiveness over her family and friends. And her fiance. He Chen had practically asked for it, the second the news bulletin involving Xi Yuan had aired an hour ago.

Even so, the show was fun to watch.

Rong Xinghe's fist was balled up into a punch, pinning He Chen's face to the hard surface of the table, another hand busy dislocating the woman's left arm. With one free hand, He Chen was trying her best to push away the girl's hands, tears streaming down her eyes. She had never been humiliated like this before; that too, in front of so many people.

In a robotic cold tone, Rong Xinghe spoke up, her eyes running over the crowd, "Military Protocol 132. National constitution, phase 4, clause 13. No civil or foreign body is permissible to invade or leak the private lives of the three national representatives, whatsoever; that is, Prime Minister, President, and Military Chief, for every decision they make, are for the sake of the honor of the country, and the citizens residing inside it.

"Ever heard of it, Ms. Chen?! From what I know, that's the first sentence written over every job contract in Country X."

"I a-am so sorry, Xi-Xinghe! Please let g-go of me.", He Chen begged, tired by the struggle.

But the girl wasn't ready to show mercy just yet, "Then how dare you exact you psychotic monstrosity upon Xi Yuan?! Or is it that Ms. He is underestimating the Superfamily, the Xi family, and the governance of Country X, altogether? Or you were just being the dumb hateful disgrace you were when my brother discarded you, for good?"

Each word that left the girl's mouth was sharp and sour, as destructive as her firearms, breaking the crowd around her into a series of murmurs and gasps. It didn't matter how much He Chen cried or pleaded, Rong Xinghe had no intentions of showing her any lenience at the moment. She had the audacity to attempt to scar her and Xi Yuan's professional reputation not too long ago; why would she not rip her off the last bit of stature and prestige she was left with? Forgiveness had never been Rong Xinghe's forte, anyway.

"Oh God!", Cheng Tai's reaction was no different than that of the other onlookers, "She is so-"

"Appalling? Ruthless? Blood-curdling? Savage? Yep.", Mo Zixuan laughed softly, "That's my sister. She got this harsh-tongue from me, you know? I thought her the war of words."

"You seem oddly and insanely proud of it, Mr. Mo.", Cheng Tai glared at her husband.

"Well... she looks the female replica of me this way, doesn't she?", the man stared at the girl proudly.

"She really does.", the woman sighed, defeated, "And that's still not a compliment!"

"..."