After swapping bodies, I became a domineering CEO in a melodramatic novel.

"Do you really think we should just let that woman go like this?" The familiar voice startled Yu Yuetong. It wasn't Qin Reng's voice, but that of a strange man.

"Let's hold back for now. What happened last night has alerted her." This was Qin Reng's voice, tinged with helplessness and restraint.

Yu Yuetong felt a tightness in her chest; Qin Reng seemed to be discussing something important with someone. She hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed closer to the door, holding her breath to listen.

"Is she really that dangerous? Is she worth all this trouble?" the stranger questioned.

Qin Reng said calmly, "She is not an ordinary person, and moreover, she has powerful forces controlling her. We cannot let our guard down."

Yu Yuetong felt a chill run down her spine. Who was the "she" Qin Reng was referring to? And why was she connected to her? A thought flashed through her mind—the supporting female character, Ji Momo. Had she already begun to target her and Qin Reng?

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Qin Reng looked at Yu Yuetong with a weary expression and a complex emotion in his eyes. "Come here," he said softly.

Yu Yuetong entered the room and saw a man in a black suit inside, his brows furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

Qin Reng gestured for her to sit down, his tone softening: "Don't worry, I'll handle everything."

Yu Yuetong felt a mix of emotions. Although Qin Reng wasn't the cold, domineering CEO she remembered, he still exuded a trustworthy aura. She silently prayed that they could overcome this difficult time together.

"I believe you," she said softly, her eyes resolute.

A hint of tenderness appeared in Qin Reng's cold gaze: "Thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the ward was pushed open again, and there stood the well-dressed Mo Qingcheng. A slight smile played on his lips, and his eyes held a hint of amusement: "It seems our enemy is indeed as troublesome as President Qin said."

When Yu Yuetong entered the ward, she felt a mix of emotions. Her gaze was immediately drawn to Qin Reng, who was lying on the hospital bed.

During those days, they spent more and more time together. Now they were back in this strange yet familiar situation. She secretly hoped that he could be as cold and ruthless as before, but her true feelings were surging within her.

"How are you?" Her slightly trembling voice broke the silence of the ward, and the worry on her face was obvious.

Qin Reng turned his head, forcing a smile that revealed a hint of weariness and gentleness. "It's alright, the doctor said the wound is healing well."

However, the helplessness on his face did not put Yu Yuetong at ease.

She walked to the bedside, and the moment she sat down, an indescribable sense of dependence welled up in her heart.

She gently held Qin Reng's hand, and as their fingertips touched, she could clearly feel his warmth.

“You’re lying.” Her voice was low, but with a hint of determination. “I know you’re alright, but you’re unwilling to share it with me.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Qin Reng's eyes, which quickly turned cold as he tried to conceal his vulnerability. "So what? Losing some things has indeed made me somewhat weary."

"What you lost were the unexpected things, not me."

Her words carried a hint of ruthlessness as Yu Yuetong spoke lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet she wanted to provoke his seriousness.

At that moment, the door opened again, and Mo Qingcheng walked in gracefully, a faint smile on his lips. "President Qin, you don't look well."

His tone was gentle, and his face was full of concern, but Yu Yuetong could sense a hint of malice. Qin Reng did not resist, coldly replying, "You don't need to worry about me; I can take care of myself."

"I still want to help you as a friend, especially at a time like this." Mo Qingcheng's tone was somewhat provocative, and his smile was chilling, as if he was implying something.

Yu Yuetong stood beside Qin Reng, holding his hand tightly and feeling his slight tremor. She knew this unfamiliar friend was no ordinary person. The rivalry between the two seemed to be brewing an undercurrent of tension at every moment.

"If you need anything, just let me know. I don't want you to be eliminated." Mo Qingcheng's eyes were cunning. This man was like a cheetah waiting for its chance to pounce, always looking for an opportunity to tear apart their relationship.

"Don't go too far," Yu Yuetong couldn't help but say. She didn't want to hide her hostility; her gaze was firm and sharp, like a blade.

"I was just reminding you that this is a shopping mall, not a game." Mo Qingcheng's smile deepened, and that moment of smugness made Yu Yuetong even angrier.

"Who do you think you are?" Qin Reng retorted in a deep voice, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness, as if unleashing a storm. "You have no right to give orders here, and I don't need your help."

"Oh? The hidden enemies are all cautious and not worth letting your guard down for." Mo Qingcheng's tone was disdainful, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. "Perhaps I just feel that the Qin family's position is not very stable."

Then, his gaze fell on Yu Yuetong, as if he were savoring a delicious pastry, and his sarcastic tone was suffocating: "And you, you are just a pawn, even less capable of turning the tide."

Yu Yuetong felt a surge of emotion. She raised her head, her gaze sharp, and replied to Mo Qingcheng, "I don't need anyone to define my value. If you want to mess with me, then go ahead and try."

The lush atmosphere froze before those words, and even the air seemed to become heavy.

Qin Reng couldn't help but smile, secretly relieved, as if the situation was gradually turning in his favor.

"How interesting." Mo Qingcheng smiled, his eyes filled with malice, and his half-joking tone revealed a hint of threat. "I'll wait for you to taste the bitter fruit of reality."

"Please make yourself at home." Yu Yuetong met his gaze, straightened her back, and felt a surge of passion welling up inside her. No matter how big his goal was, she would not be easily defeated.

Mo Qingcheng lingered in the ward for a few more moments, a hint of interest in his eyes, as if watching a wonderful performance.

The atmosphere in the ward changed abruptly, and the sparks of their confrontation seemed to freeze time.

Yu Yuetong's heart began to beat with this subtle electric current, but she knew that what followed was the beginning of a major upheaval.

Just then, a piercing cell phone ringtone broke the tranquility of the ward.

It was Mo Qingcheng calling. A faint smile appeared on his face as he answered the phone, as if he had expected it.

Immediately, the gentle warmth was shrouded in gloom.

"What? She actually did such a thing!" The voice coming from the phone made Mo Qingcheng's expression change, and he instantly became like a piece of ignited explosive.

Yu Yuetong seemed to understand something and was about to ask a question.