At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

The perfect crime?

He won't give her any chance!

Chen Geng arrived at the company early at 8 a.m.

He didn't go to the planning department, but went to the building's property management monitoring center first.

He took out his badge and, claiming that "a document was lost in the underground parking garage yesterday," successfully viewed the layout of the underground parking garage's surveillance cameras.

As he expected, the density of cameras in Area B was low because it was close to the edge.

There is a camera diagonally opposite the corner where Su Qingqing used to park, but it is more than 15 meters away and is partially blocked by a load-bearing column in front of it.

Most importantly, the recording function of this old-fashioned analog camera is basically useless; in an empty garage, you can't hear the specific conversation at all.

"A carefully chosen battlefield."

Chen Geng sneered inwardly.

Su Qingqing may have scouted the location beforehand, and may have even used the excuse of "wanting to check the surveillance footage after my vehicle was scratched" to confirm the "safety" of the location.

This location might even be where she and someone frequently met in secret.

At 9 o'clock sharp, Chen Geng returned to the planning department.

He first called over his assistant designer, Wei Songqi, his honest and hardworking apprentice.

"Songqi, this proposal still feels a bit weak. Polish it up a bit more, and make sure to highlight the conversion data forecast."

Chen Geng handed over a document, his tone as usual, "You must have this ready and sign it before 10 o'clock. If you can't find me in my office, call me and I'll tell you where I am. You can then deliver it directly to me."

"Okay, Brother Geng." Wei Songqi took the documents without suspicion.

At 9:50, Chen Geng checked the voice recorder hidden in his suit pocket again; it was now in working order.

The previous recordings of Li Qianqian have been uploaded to the cloud drive, and the current memory of the voice recorder is empty.

He originally hoped he wouldn't need it, because taking out the recorder directly would make it seem like he was prepared, which would give others grounds for criticism.

The best solution is to break the deadlock through public surveillance and unexpected witnesses.

But since Su Qingqing dared to choose this position, she might be fully aware of the shortcomings of the surveillance system.

Therefore, this recording may very well be the final trump card.

At 9:58, Chen Geng arrived at the underground parking garage, Block B, via the fire escape.

The air was filled with a faint smell of engine oil and dust, and the headlights cast long shadows on the vehicles.

After hanging up the phone with Wei Songqi, Chen Geng took a deep breath, a perfectly nuanced complex expression on his face, and walked over.

He knocked on the driver's side window.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Su Qingqing's face.

She wore heavier makeup than usual today, but her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying, and her gaze towards Chen Geng was full of caution.

"Ah Geng, you've come... Thank you for coming." Her voice was soft and trembling.

Chen Geng didn't get in the car; he just stood outside the door, maintaining a safe distance, and said calmly, "Go ahead. Ten minutes."

Su Qingqing bit her lip, seemingly having made a very difficult decision:

"Ah Geng, shall we talk in the car? It wouldn't be good if some colleagues passed by and saw us here. I'll just say a few words and then leave."

Chen Geng hesitated for a moment, looked around, and then reluctantly opened the passenger door and got in.

This detail made a hint of mockery flash in Su Qingqing's eyes—still putting on airs? Too late.

"Ah Geng, first of all, I sincerely apologize to you for all the nonsense I said yesterday."

Su Qingqing turned her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at him. "I was bewitched, I was ungrateful. Only after the divorce did I realize that the person who was truly good to me in this world was actually you. Those scumbags... they just wanted to take advantage of me because I was young and pretty... not one of them was sincere!"

She began to sob, her shoulders shaking, her acting incredibly convincing: "Especially Zhou Peng, he just wanted to play around and then dump me! He even wanted to give me away as a gift to solidify his own position!"

"I only found out yesterday when I got back that such a big thing happened at 'Longwan International,' which he was in charge of. He was completely overwhelmed, and he still lied to me and said he would take me to see high society that night... Ah Geng, I'm scared. I feel like I've fallen into a trap..."

Chen Geng listened in silence, but his eyes remained calm.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment she would reveal her true intentions.

"So, Ah Geng..."

Su Qingqing suddenly reached out, seemingly wanting to grab Chen Geng's hand, but Chen Geng avoided it.

She didn't care, she just practically clung to Chen Geng, "I know I have no right to ask you for anything right now, but I'm really desperate. Those scumbags are either avoiding me or trying to take advantage of me... Geng, for the sake of our marriage, could you... could you help me?"

Here it comes. Chen Geng sneered inwardly, but his face showed embarrassment and wariness: "How can I help you? We're divorced, and I have no legal obligation to help you."

"You have it!" Su Qingqing's tone suddenly became urgent, and her eyes sharpened. "That house! It's worth at least a million now! Although it's hard to sell, if you're willing to sell it urgently, someone will definitely take it for 800,000! Ah Geng, sell the house, and add the 200,000 I gave you before, and you'll have a million! I promise, once I get the money, I'll disappear immediately and never bother you again!"

The fox's tail was finally fully revealed.

This isn't an apology, it's extortion! They not only want back the 200,000 yuan hush money, but also another 800,000 yuan.

Chen Geng's face darkened: "Su Qingqing, what do you mean? That house is mine. The 200,000 yuan was something you voluntarily gave in the divorce agreement."

"You want to go back now, and you want another 800,000 yuan? On what grounds? On what wishful thinking? Shouldn't you make an appointment with a psychiatrist?"

"On what grounds?"

The sorrow and tears on Su Qingqing's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold laugh that was a mixture of smugness, resentment, and madness.

"Chen Geng, do you think I'm begging you? I'm giving you a chance!"

She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice:

"Look here, in the underground parking garage, next to your car, inside my car. It's just the two of us. Tell me, what would happen if I screamed for help right now, saying you were going to rape me, tear my clothes?"

She pointed to the distant camera diagonally opposite:

"There are security cameras over there, but they're so far away, what can they clearly capture? At most, they can see us sitting in the car. Can they see you touching me inappropriately? Can they hear what we're saying? No!"

"But my cries and my disheveled state were real! When the security guards or the police arrive, do you think they'll believe me, the 'pitiful woman who was almost raped by her ex-husband,' or you, the 'enraged man who's harassing his ex-wife'?"

She ripped her collar off with a snap: "You're definitely going to lose your job, your reputation is definitely going to be ruined! You might even have to spend a few days in jail! Chen Geng, you worked so hard to get to where you are now, you don't want to ruin it like this, do you? One million, to buy your future and your innocence, it's not expensive."