Going back to being twenty, taking her heartbroken son to a massage parlor.

In the end, Su Mu still went.

That's all.

They gave way too much.

Su Mu was determined to leave, and even the Heavenly King himself couldn't stop him; he was a man with a rebellious nature.

As a result, his secretary, Wen Hui, leaned over and whispered something in his ear:

"Director Su, President Xia said that as long as you are willing to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, even if you still decide to resign in the end, the company will compensate you according to the N+1 standard."

Su Mu stopped in his tracks immediately.

N+1?

Based on his current salary base, he can easily earn at least a million or two.

Although he's not short of money now, this hundred thousand or two is just free money!

Why not take advantage of a free lunch?

So Su Mu immediately put on a righteous and awe-inspiring expression and said in a righteous and indignant tone:

"Since President Xia is so sincere, then I will reluctantly go and try to build a relationship."

……

Top floor, CEO's office.

Su Mu finally stepped into this legendary place.

Spacious, bright, and luxurious.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows are rows of skyscrapers, and below, the traffic is bustling, making us feel as insignificant as ants.

Standing here, I feel a sense of pride, as if I have the whole world under my feet.

Su Mu thought to himself, no wonder bosses love going to work. Who wouldn't be confused working in a place like this? He would love going to work too.

"Mr. Su, please have a seat. President Xia is currently in a temporary meeting and will be there shortly."

Wen Hui's voice interrupted Su Mu's reverie.

She brought over a steaming cup of tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of Su Mu.

Su Mu glanced at the bland tea and pursed his lips.

"I don't drink this."

He leaned back in the leather sofa, crossed his legs, and adopted an arrogant posture.

"Give me an ice-cold Coke, with sugar."

As my body becomes younger, my tastes change too.

This is what he likes now.

As for tea, that's something only old people like to drink.

A crack appeared in Wen Hui's professional smile.

She looked at Su Mu's nonchalant attitude and her eye twitched.

What's wrong with this person?

Weird.

I really don't know why President Xia cares about him so much, even to the point of asking her to rig the lottery so that she can give him the grand prize.

Although she was inwardly complaining, Wen Hui still maintained her politeness.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

……

The door clicked shut.

In the huge office, only Su Mu remained.

Since Su Mu had nothing better to do, he simply stood up, put his hands behind his back, and strolled around the office like an old cadre inspecting work.

To be honest, the environment here is really nice.

With three huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the view is excellent.

Su Mu walked to the window and looked down at the city below.

The bustling traffic transformed into a flowing ribbon of light, making the hurried passersby appear as insignificant as ants.

Standing here, it's easy to feel a surge of pride and ambition, as if I've conquered this entire region.

"No wonder rich people like to work in high places."

"Tsk tsk, this is the taste of power."

Su Mu clicked his tongue twice.

This feeling of having the world at your feet is indeed addictive.

If at this moment, you also had two fair-skinned, beautiful secretaries with long legs in black stockings serving you, massaging your shoulders and legs...

That's what life is all about!

Su Mu's mind was racing, and his eyes were wandering aimlessly around the office.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a wall to the left of his desk.

There were a few abstract oil paintings hanging there, which looked quite artistic, but something just didn't feel right.

Su Mu walked over and knocked on it.

dong dong.

The sound was hollow.

Empty?

Su Mu raised an eyebrow.

really.

These days, if a boss doesn't have some secrets to hide, he'd be embarrassed to even greet people.

Isn't that how it's always portrayed in TV dramas?

These luxurious offices usually have hidden doors.

Inside, there's either a safe containing ledgers that can't be brought to light.

Or...

It's a luxuriously decorated lounge.

It's specifically designed for chatting with your secretary about life, ideals, and incidentally, studying human anatomy.

"Xia Qingwu looks so serious, I never expected her to be so frivolous in private?"

Su Mu's heart was burning with the fire of gossip.

He reached out and felt around on the border of the oil painting for a while.

Click.

A soft sound.

The seemingly perfectly sealed wall actually slowly popped open a crack!

There really is a secret door!

Su Mu stood at the door, he hesitated for a moment.

Is it really a bad idea to just barge in like this?

It's a girl's private space, after all.

But then I thought about it again.

That's not right.

I'm not exactly a cultured person either.

Besides, this "one-hour heart-to-heart talk" doesn't say it has to be outside. What if the conversation happens inside?

Yes, that's it!

Having found the perfect excuse for himself, Su Mu no longer hesitated and directly pushed open the door.

Behind the door was not the sensual bedroom he had imagined.

Instead, it's a narrow staircase leading underground.

The light was dim, and the depths were unfathomable.

Su Mu's smile widened even further.

It's hidden so well, there must be something good down there!

It might be some kind of trade secret.

Is it dirt on that aloof CEO?

Or was it the dark room Xia Qingwu used to imprison his business rivals?

Just thinking about it is exciting.

Without hesitation, he went down the stairs.

The staircase is short, leading to a small room.

The room was dark, with only a faint light coming from the stairwell.

Su Mu fumbled to turn on his phone's flashlight, and the beam swept across the room.

He froze when he saw what was on the wall.

"Holy crap..."

This rendition of a national treasure was a profound and moving experience for him.

The walls were covered with photos.

They're all his photos!

There's his profile with a furrowed brow during meetings, his awkward dozing off at his desk, and his silhouette as he buys lunch at the convenience store downstairs...

It has everything for every angle and every occasion!

Even more outrageous, a glass display case in the center of the room was filled with all sorts of odds and ends.

Su Mu took a closer look and felt a chill run down his spine.

A ballpoint pen that I threw away after using it only halfway.

The empty mineral water bottles were even sealed up.

A crumpled piece of draft paper, worn out from writing.

There was even a single hair... that looked like it was his own, carefully placed in a transparent sealed bag!

"This is fucking..."

Even more outrageous, some photos showed hearts drawn with lipstick, or even bright red lip prints!

One of them is his wedding photo with his ex-wife.

However, in the photo, the ex-wife's face was removed and replaced with Xia Qingwu's aloof and stunningly beautiful face, a seamless Photoshop job.

Below the photo, there was a line of words written in delicate handwriting that had a distinctly yandere (obsessive and possessive) feel to it.

Su Mu, you are mine.

You are my dog.

No one can take you away from me.

I want to lock you up, so only I can see you.

Su Mu smiled at me today; I really want to eat him up.

Su Mu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head.

His gaze then fell on the other wall of the room.

It was a huge piece of black glass.

He got closer and realized that it was actually a two-way mirror!

And on the other side of the mirror, directly opposite... was the office area where he used to work!

His workstation is right in the center of this mirror's field of vision!

In other words, his usual slacking off at work, secretly reading novels, and chatting and joking with colleagues... were all seen by people here?

No, that's not right!

That's not the problem!

The problem is, that Xia Qingwu is crazy!

She's a CEO of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, and she secretly set up this room, covered with photos of him, a mere project director, and even plays this spying game!

What the hell is this if not a pervert?

She's also a pervert with yandere tendencies!

Su Mu sensed an unprecedented danger, and only one thought remained in his mind.

run!

Run!

He turned around abruptly and was about to rush up the stairs.

However, just as he reached the top of the stairs, the light above his head was suddenly blocked by a figure.

One person blocked his way.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force came from behind, shoving him back into the room.

"Bang!"

The door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

"Click".

The lights were turned on.

The blinding light made Su Mu squint instinctively.

When his eyes adjusted to the light and he could see the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but swallow.

Xia Qingwu.

She stood at the doorway, slowly and deliberately playing with a thin black leather belt in her hand.

Today, she was dressed in a standard professional outfit.

She wore a white silk shirt and a black pencil skirt.

She wore gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, her hair was neatly styled in a bun, revealing her long, slender, snow-white neck.

It is aloof, abstinent, yet possesses a deadly allure.

She just stared at Su Mu coldly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Su Mu, I won't let you go."

Su Mu looked at her attire and the belt in her hand.

The scene, the lines, the props...

Why does this feel so much like a scene from a movie?

He almost blurted out the classic "Ya me ge".

Su Mu forced himself to remain calm, took a step back, and pressed his back against the cold wall.

"Mr. Xia... what are you doing?"

"I'm telling you, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, don't you dare do anything reckless!"

"Even though I'm divorced, I'm not a casual man!"

It wasn't that he was afraid of not being able to beat a woman.

The main problem was that the current situation was too bizarre and far beyond his comprehension.

Xia Qingwu did not answer his question.

She walked slowly towards him, step by step.

The high heels clicked on the floor, making a crisp "tap, tap, tap" sound. Each click felt like a tap on Su Mu's heart.

She walked up to Su Mu and stopped.

She raised her head and stared intently into Su Mu's eyes through the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses.

After a long while, she spoke softly.

"Su Mu".

"You really... don't recognize me?"