Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

The saying "a gentle embrace is a hero's grave" applies equally to women.

After two shameless days with Yan Sen, Xia He finally realized the problem.

So on the morning of the third day, with dark circles under her eyes, she used her strong willpower to pull herself back from the path of becoming a "spoiled wife".

She has to go to work!

"Xiangxiang, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

Yan Sen leaned against the headboard, yawned, and looked at Xia He, who was tying her hair into a ponytail in front of the mirror. "There are still five days until the reporting date that Uncle Dou is asking for."

"Not in a hurry? How can you not be in a hurry?" Xia He neatly tied her hair up, turned her head and glared at him, "We need to buy a house and renovate it. If we're not in a hurry, where will we get the money? You said you would support me, but I can't really be a freeloader."

After saying that, she grabbed the car keys from the table and strode out the door.

Yan Sen listened to the roar of the Harley engine outside and shook his head helplessly. This kind of persona doesn't really suit you, my Xiangxiang.

A few days later...

East China Regional Headquarters, Top Floor Office.

Dou Le sat behind his desk, looking at the thick stack of case completion reports in his hand, his face wrinkled with joy.

It has to be said that his mood has become exceptionally pleasant ever since Xia joined the company.

Although she made a few minor blunders when she was initially unfamiliar with the work process.

Once she figured it out, her work efficiency skyrocketed.

However, what pleased Dou Le the most was that all the targets Xia He brought back were alive; not a single one died.

Those tough guys who are usually vicious and refuse to confess even when subjected to torture, all had dazed eyes and strange, silly smiles on their lips when they were brought into the interrogation room.

He kept chuckling as he answered questions, answering whatever was asked, and sometimes even answering questions without being asked. It seems like he has a very small brain.

Dou Le picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed contentedly.

He opened the work group on QQ and glanced at the profile picture of Liao Zhong, the head of the South China region.

Just yesterday, Liao Zhonggang changed his personal signature to: If I write another self-criticism, I'm a dog.

As a result, today it became: woof woof woof.

I heard that one of his temporary workers is a bit of a psychopath.

Five out of ten field missions resulted in the mission objectives being scattered and fragmented, forcing Liao Zhong to constantly argue with headquarters and write reports.

Faced with such a stark contrast, Dou Le felt like he had struck gold.

"Xia's work efficiency is truly remarkable." Dou Le put down his teacup and made a call to the finance department. "Her performance bonus this month will be approved at the highest level."

However, Xia He had no idea what she would face next.

Our company's long-standing professional ethic has always been: if you're good to use, then great, I'll keep using you.

Dou Le: Let's work overtime like crazy, Xia!

On the other hand, while Xia He was working hard, Yan Sen was not idle either.

Honggu Middle Avenue, Nanchang City.

Honggu Triumph Sales Center.

Yan Sen sat on the leather sofa in the VIP room, flipping through the floor plan in his hand.

Xia He pushed open the door and walked in, bringing with her the chill of late autumn.

She took off her helmet, casually tidied her hair, and sat down next to Yan Sen.

Which one did you like?

Yan Sen pushed a floor plan in front of her.

"A spacious penthouse with excellent ventilation from north to south, featuring a large terrace. Surrounded by schools from kindergarten to middle school, and with comprehensive commercial facilities. Fully furnished, ready to move in; pay now and get the keys."

Xia He glanced at the price and frowned slightly.

"How much?"

"The total cost is about two million three hundred thousand." Yan Sen said calmly, stating a number he had never dared to imagine before he was six years old.

Xia He took out her phone and checked her bank card balance. After buying the two Harleys, she only had less than 150,000 yuan left.

Yan Sen understood what she was thinking, and before she could speak, he took out a bank card and placed it on the table.

"I've saved up over the years, plus what my parents gave me, for a total of over 2.5 million yuan. That's enough to buy a house. We can complete the paperwork this afternoon, and the property deed will have both of our names on it."

Xia He looked at the bank card but didn't reach out to take it.

She turned her head and looked directly into Yan Sen's eyes, her expression extremely serious.

"I have no objection to adding my name to the property deed. But you can't pay for it all."

"Do we need to be so clear about who's between us?"

Yan Sen frowned, his tone quite puzzled.

"This isn't being distant," Xia He said firmly, "it's about respect."

She pointed to the floor plan on the table.

"Since it's our home, the mortgage should be paid for by both of us. I'll use the 150,000 I have to pay the initial amount. From now on, all my fieldwork wages and bonuses from the company, except for necessary gas and meal expenses, will be transferred to you until half of the mortgage is paid off."

Yan Sen looked at her stubborn eyes and knew there was no room for negotiation.

"Okay, whatever you say. Let's go sign the contract this afternoon."

Xia He smiled, her eyes crinkling.

The house purchase and transfer procedures went exceptionally smoothly, thanks in no small part to Dou Le's efforts. He provided the green light all the way, clearly worried that his valuable employees might leave.

The day after receiving the keys, Yan Sen began arranging the interior decoration and furniture for the new house.

In order to pay off this "huge sum" as soon as possible, Xia He completely transformed into a workaholic.

Those in the East China region who like to sneak around and do bad things are facing the darkest period in their history.

She took on those backlogged old cases and tricky field assignments one by one, and her black Harley shuttled through every corner of Nanchang and the surrounding cities every day.

After half a month, Xia He had lost a lot of weight, but her eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Yan Sen felt bad when he saw Xia He returning home exhausted every night. He felt that he had worn out his two beloved children.

Damn it! How can this be allowed?!

He put down the renovation drawings in his hand and decided to get down to business.

The next morning.

Xia He had just finished putting on her work clothes and was about to leave when Yan Sen had already changed into casual clothes and was standing in the entryway tossing his helmet in his hand.

"Where are you going?" Xia He was surprised. It was unbelievable that this lazy guy got up so early.

"I'll come help you." Yan Sen put his helmet on his head. "You're making money too slowly. At this rate, by the time you pay off the mortgage, I'll probably have to take you to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to regulate your body."

Xia He couldn't help but smile involuntarily.

"hey-hey......"

During that period, the field team often saw that when the stunningly beautiful newcomer went to handle a task, a lazy young man would always follow behind her.

The underground detention cells in the East China region were even full at one point.

Double the number of people, double the efficiency.

Looking at the steadily rising performance report, Dou Le smiled so much that even the few stubborn strands of hair on his head seemed more energetic.

Dou Le: And double the smiles! (laughs)

On Provincial Highway 104, outside Nanchang.

The night was dark.

The shadows of the trees on both sides receded rapidly behind them.

A black Wuling Hongguang minivan was speeding recklessly down a road without streetlights. The engine roared under strain, and thick black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.

A girl, unconscious, was strapped to the back seat of the car. Two men were sitting in the front.

They were a gang of individuals operating in East China, specializing in human trafficking.

But they weren't Quanxing. The gang leader thought Quanxing was too flamboyant and high-profile, which didn't fit his style of being a rat in the gutter.

They had just succeeded tonight, but they didn't expect to be targeted by the people from Nadutong.

"Damn it! That woman is really troublesome! Brother, faster!" The tall, thin man in the passenger seat kept looking back at the rearview mirror, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The bald man in the driver's seat had bloodshot eyes and was pressing hard on the accelerator, with the speedometer needle already approaching 120 mph.

"I've already floored it! This piece of junk can only go a maximum of 120 km/h!"

In the rearview mirror, a blinding single headlight ripped through the night.

A black Harley-Davidson motorcycle was close behind them, less than fifty meters away.

Xia He was dressed in brown overalls, almost pressed against the truck. The wind blew her pink hair straight, but her eyes were calm as she stared intently at the bread truck in front of her.

A buzzing sound came from the communicator built into the helmet.

"Chouchou, he's almost at the designated location," Xia He said, her voice still clear despite the strong wind.

Yan Sen's calm voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"Roger that, sir. No need to follow too closely, drive slowly, safety first."

OK.

Xia He loosened her right hand slightly, and the Harley slowed down, increasing the distance between it and the bread cart to about 100 meters, maintaining a state of near-miss.

Inside the bread cart.

The thin young man kept staring at the rearview mirror, and when he saw the beam of headlights gradually shrink, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

"Brother, she slowed down! Is she out of gas?"

The bald man glanced at the dial and snorted coldly.

"She's smart enough! After we finish this job and report back, I'm going to investigate her background thoroughly, and then..."

The voice just fell.

"Thump!"

A very deep, muffled thud came from the roof of the car.

The entire bread cart shook violently, and the shock absorbers groaned under the strain.

"Damn! What hit the car?!" the skinny young man exclaimed.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?!" The bald man was startled, nearly dropping the steering wheel. He hissed at his companion, "Activate your senses!"

The gaunt young man immediately closed his eyes, and the Qi within his body began to converge in his eyes, his perception spreading outwards.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

"What the hell? Just tell me! What's the point of looking like this?" the bald man urged impatiently.

The gaunt young man's teeth chattered as he pointed to the top of his head.

"Brother... there's someone standing on the roof of the car..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The crew-cut man glanced at the speedometer, the needle stuck firmly on the 120 mph mark. He cursed, "You mean there's someone standing on top of a car going 120 mph right now? Are you kidding me! Even a god couldn't stand like that!"

The wind resistance at a speed of 120 miles per hour is enough to instantly blow an adult away.

The thin young man did not answer; he stared intently at the driver's side window.

The bald man noticed his gaze and instinctively turned his head to look.

Outside the car window, the night was rushing past.

A figure was hanging outside the car door, clinging to the edge of the roof with both hands.

The man had short, somewhat messy hair, and his eyes shimmered with a faint bluish-gold light.

The bald man's mind went blank.

next second.

The man freed his right hand and clenched it into a fist. Earthy yellow Qi condensed on the knuckles, thick and hard.

A fist was thrown.

"Bang!"

The reinforced car window shattered, and countless shards of glass pelted the bald man's face like hailstones.

A sudden gust of wind rushed into the car.

A hand reached through the broken car window and precisely gripped the bald man's throat.

Yan Sen smiled as he looked at the two terrified people inside the car, his voice piercing through the howling wind and reaching their ears clearly.

"Good evening, buddy, you two are under arrest."