My roommate's online boyfriend won't spend any coins, but he'll give me tons of gold

Gu Qingyan straightened his suit jacket and stepped into the elevator with steady steps. The control panel gleamed with a cold metallic luster. He took out his exclusive black gold card and swiped it. The floor number on the panel accurately stopped at the 28th floor.

He stood quietly in the center of the elevator car, the elevator running so smoothly that one could hardly feel any weightlessness.

With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slid open silently. The entryway, covered with a cloud-patterned carpet, was brightly lit, making every line of the pattern clearly visible.

Gu Qingyan stepped out of the elevator, walked across the carpet and entered the room. The room was spotless, but empty.

There was no figure as expected, no faint breathing sounds, only the cold, white light at the end of the corridor shining on the floor, reflecting a vast emptiness.

Gu Qingyan laid the file bag flat on the black glass table, took off his suit jacket, tossed it onto the sofa, and then looked up at the watch on his wrist.

8 points.

He sat down on the sofa and waited patiently.

25 minutes is neither short nor long.

It's too short to watch a movie or finish a meal.

Long enough to run a 3,000-meter morning run, or to read through a day's worth of work documents.

It's 25 minutes.

The person he was waiting for did not appear.

With a blank expression, Gu Qingyan dialed the front desk and asked the butler, "Has the person I instructed come to the apartment and pressed the access control?"

The butler's respectful reply came through the receiver.

No one visited, no one applied for household registration; every word confirms that Shen Sui'an never came.

Gu Qingyan's usually composed expression instantly darkened. In all his years of life, he had never failed to achieve what he wanted or planned, and no one had ever dared to break their promise and stand him up like this.

Shen Sui'an's absence was like a fine needle, unexpectedly piercing through all his composure, turning his confidence into a laughable disappointment.

Gu Qingyan scrolled through her phone's contacts, found the number she had saved but never dialed, and waited for the call to connect. As she listened to the dial tone, Gu Qingyan tapped her knee with her fingertips.

Then a mechanical female voice came through: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

Gu Qingyan paused, and then a text message notification lit up.

Shen Sui'an was still in the dance studio. She wasn't practicing; she was resting on the wooden floor. When her phone rang, she looked at the unfamiliar number and had a strong premonition that it was Gu Qingyan calling.

She didn't want to answer and hung up the phone.

Pick up your phone and send a text message to the owner of this number.

Shen Sui'an: [My boyfriend doesn't approve of me being a mistress.]

She hesitated. If she signed the contract, she would have no dignity or self, only dependence and flattery, trapped in the gilded cage he had created, like a bird that never saw the light of day.

Shen Sui'an didn't want to.

Rather than sell herself, she would rather go to the hospital for a tissue matching test and donate her kidney to her mother.

If she can't dance, she can't dance; she can find other ways to make a living.

in case……

Shen Sui'an gave a bitter smile. In the end, she was still the selfish and self-serving person that Gu Qingyan had described.

I saw her text message.

Gu Qingyan immediately smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He suppressed the slight anger at being displeased in his heart without making a sound, and instead it solidified into an even deeper desire for control.

After a day of dancing, Shen Sui'an was exhausted. After taking a shower back in her dorm, she lay on her bed and looked at her online boyfriend's chat interface, cautiously typing a few words to test the waters.

Peace and safety every year: [Goodnight, my husband.]

Her statement indicates that she is retracting her breakup message from yesterday.

She had the backbone to refuse Gu Qingyan, but she couldn't lose Tom's money pot; she had to maintain the relationship.

Shen Suian was a little afraid that her online boyfriend would get angry. If he didn't get a reply, she was afraid that he would really be angry and stop transferring money to her in the future.

Tom: [Transfer 100000.]

Note the reward.

Shen Sui'an's eyes lit up immediately. Without even figuring out what the reward was, the worry in her heart vanished as soon as she saw the transfer.

She opened the payment notification and replied sweetly: "Thank you, honey!"

Chen Zhi was also slumped on the sofa, his arm draped lazily, fiddling with his phone in his palm, listening absentmindedly to Zhou Weiguo's mutterings.

My thoughts, however, were scattered.

The little rabbit is quite obedient; isn't a reward of 10 yuan too little?

But what if I feed her too much at once, and she's so fearless that she wants to break up with me?

Tsk, they're really hard to please.

Seeing that his eyes were unfocused and his mind was elsewhere, Zhou Weiguo raised his voice in anger, "You brat, did you hear me?!"

Chen Zhi lazily picked at his ear, glanced at him, and said in a flippant and sarcastic tone, "At your age, your voice is louder than a young person's. With that kind of energy, why don't you go to the square and compete with the old ladies in shouting slogans? What are you doing staring at me all day?"

He wasn't really comfortable. Before the plane even landed, they had already sent people to wait for him as soon as they received his entry information. He had barely gotten off the plane and his feet hadn't even touched the ground when he was ushered into a fully armed vehicle.

Several cars followed him from the front and back, surrounding him, as if afraid he would run away.

Zhou Jianchang chuckled awkwardly.

The G650 is so conspicuous, with Academi printed on its body; they can't help but pay attention to it.

Zhou Jianchang inquired, "What mission do you have back in China this time?"

"No mission," Chen Zhi replied casually.

Zhou Jianchang didn't believe it.

He had just learned the man's identity from his father: the founder of PMC.

It's not just a simple company.

PMC means privileged vehicle; it has official authorization and official endorsement, and is completely legal and compliant.

Moreover, they are not subject to direct official command.

It is the most famous, the most ruthless, and has the most global business. It is a legitimate private armed company, not a group of scattered soldiers, but mostly retired special forces soldiers.

It represents more than just money; it represents power.

This is the most terrible.

Such companies are absolutely prohibited in the country, and there are only a handful in the world, but PMC is the most powerful.

No wonder his father entrusted him with tracking Hu Jie; he certainly had a much easier time than they did on a global scale.

Chen Zhi was annoyed. He regretted not taking the G650 train to avoid being questioned.

He refused to let Zhou Weiguo come back because there were too many rules and restrictions, which would hinder him from doing anything.

Zhou Weiguo knew him to some extent and knew that he wouldn't lie once he opened his mouth. Besides, he wasn't there to interrogate people; his ultimate goal was to bring them back to China.

Zhou Weiguo then reiterated the important matter: "There are two drills scheduled for tomorrow. Go and keep an eye on things for me and see where our people need more training."

Chen Zhi laughed, pointing at himself, "You want me to train a bunch of kids who haven't even grown their first hairs yet?"

He has the world's largest private training facility, capable of accommodating 2000 people for 24-hour training, covering special operations, counter-terrorism, and urban warfare.

You rarely come back, and you actually let him take care of the kids?

Zhou Weiguo puffed out his beard and glared, "What's wrong? You think it's so hard to make a contribution?"

Chen Zhi also laughed in exasperation, "I haven't contributed enough."

He did so many things for them for free, and assigned them so many tasks.

In the end, he didn't make any contribution.

Zhou Weiguo was short of breath. "You're always helping to train those foreigners. What's wrong with helping your own people?"

Chen Zhi didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. "I was just signing a contract and collecting money. Are you going to pay me?"

He doesn't need to personally handle collecting money; he has plenty of people to take care of that.

If you hire him, that will cost a different price.

Zhou Weiguo didn't mention money at all. "Just consider it helping this old man out. I made a bet with someone saying how outstanding and capable this group of people is. If I lose, where will I put my face?"

Chen Zhi also withdrew his hand, put his phone in his pocket, and scratched his slightly messy hair. "You just said something and now you expect me to cover for you? Do you think I'm your grandson or your grandfather?"

"If you call me grandson, we'll break off all ties. But if you call me grandpa, I'll reluctantly agree."