Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

On the other side, after seeing Lu Jingxiu's several replies, Meng Qingxi's initial anger and desire to confront him on the spot suddenly vanished.

It was drowned out by the sudden, rapid heartbeat.

Especially when she saw that photo of her collarbone, she felt her face burn up. She quickly turned off the screen and put her phone aside.

Then, she covered her face with her hands, feeling her cheeks burning and even her ears tingling.

Half a minute later, she picked up her phone again, opened it again, and forced herself to calm down, carefully reading those few sentences first.

Finally, I clicked on the voice message and listened to it.

Lu Jingxiu's magnetic voice was like a feather gently brushing against her eardrum.

"The light is good during the day, I can see your expression, your face, your... everything."

He deliberately spoke his last word in a low and soft voice, the ending sound almost imperceptible, like a breath of warm air being breathed into your ear.

She immediately held her breath.

She could even picture him saying those words.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of nonchalance and a strong desire for control playing on his lips.

He lounged lazily on the sofa, his shirt collar casually open, revealing that irresistible collarbone...

After listening to the recording more than ten times, she finally clicked on the photo and zoomed in.

She examined the photo's lighting, angles, skin textures... very carefully, and after what seemed like an eternity, she finally clicked to save it.

She turned off her phone, leaned back on the sofa, her face flushed red to her ears, and even her neck was pink.

She had long forgotten what she originally wanted to talk to Lu Jingxiu about.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of him asking her out tomorrow afternoon, sending her voice messages, and even taking pictures of her collarbone.

What's wrong with this man? How could he do that? Who talks about serious matters like that?

How could he... be so good at that!

Her reason was screaming.

Meng Qingxi, wake up! He's trying to hook you! He's using such despicable means to seduce you! How can you, a young lady of the Meng family and a deputy director, let such a low-level trick make your heart race!

But soon, another string of even more disappointing ideas floated out.

But... he asked me out tomorrow afternoon... he sent me a voice message... he patted my collarbone... does he... care about me even a little bit?

He must have done it on purpose, but if he did it on purpose, it also means he's willing to put his heart into me!

Meng Qingxi's heart started beating even faster.

She took a few deep breaths, stood up, and walked around the room.

After calming down, she sat back on the sofa, picked up her phone, and started typing.

Meng Qingxi: I'll be there at 1 p.m. tomorrow, but you'd better understand that I, Meng Qingxi, am not someone you can just see whenever you want.

Then, holding my phone, I sat cross-legged on the bed, occasionally opening photos to look at them, listening to voice messages, and then feeling that I was being too degrading, so I stuffed the phone under my pillow...

……

Lu Jingxiu knocked on the door and, after receiving permission, entered the study. Old Lu was wearing reading glasses and looking at a document.

Seeing him come in, Old Lu took off his reading glasses, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

When he looked up again, Lu Jingxiu was already sitting obediently in the chair in front of the desk.

Lu Jingxiu recounted Mo Yan's situation and Lin Yutang's analysis in detail. After finishing, he waited a moment before asking, "Dad, do you think Lin Yutang's analysis makes sense?"

There was a lot of information to be had. Old Lu leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his lap, and pondered.

To be honest, he never expected that the foreign warlord, Master Kun, who was clueless and mentally unstable, would actually be just a pawn in Mo Yan's hand.

Mo Yan first orchestrated the kidnapping case at the Huang Family Manor, and then instigated Master Kun to target the Lu family.

That's incredibly audacious.

but……

Thinking this through, Old Lu smiled, straightened up, and asked in return, "Do you think that policewoman is right?"

Lu Jingxiu nodded and said frankly, "I think so. Mo Yan is using Master Kun as a test to gauge our reaction speed and bottom line."

Lu Feng nodded in agreement with Lu Jingxiu's idea: "She's right. Judging from the current situation, Mo Yan is indeed testing us. But there's one thing she's wrong about."

Lu Jingxiu immediately adopted a listening posture: "Which point?"

Lu Feng smiled and said, "Lin Yutang is looking at this from a criminal investigation perspective. She sees a criminal, a victim, and a target, so she thinks that Mo Yan is playing chess with you."

"But tell me, if Mo Yan truly considers you an equal player, why would he let you know that he's found out the source of your power, the limits of your resources, and how the police will react?"

Old Lu spoke casually, with the composure of a seasoned politician: "He told you the answer in advance, giving you time to prepare. Is that something an opponent would do?"

Lu Jingxiu was stunned for a moment. To be honest, Old Lu's analysis... seemed to make a lot of sense.

If Mo Yan was really interested in him, he could have just taken him away. Why bother giving him time to prepare?

"Does he enjoy playing chess?" Lu Jingxiu asked hesitantly.

"Wrong," Lu Feng shook his head, "Nobody likes playing chess."

He paused, then said with some emotion, "Playing chess takes a lot of energy. True masters only like to win."

Lu Jingxiu wholeheartedly agreed; he simply didn't like playing chess, he preferred to win without effort.

I played a few rounds with my sister tonight and got bored; it's more fun to tease a fool.

Lu Feng continued, speaking slowly: "My personal judgment is that Mo Yan isn't playing chess with you; he's creating the illusion that he is."

Lu Jingxiu frowned in thought.

"Think about it carefully," he said, tapping his finger lightly on the table.

"He released Master Kun, allowing us to capture him, rescued An Xiaozhao, and had Lin Yutang analyze the flaws he revealed step by step to test the waters. Every step was meticulously planned by him."

"He deliberately makes the smart people around you conclude that he is testing you, and then creates a misconception in you."

"He has invited you onto a chessboard; you are his opponent."

Lu Jingxiu frowned, listening intently.

Lu Feng's gaze was calm: "Once you think that way, you'll start preparing, start strategizing, and start taking him seriously."

"And once a person starts to take a hypothetical enemy seriously, his behavior becomes predictable."

"And predictable behavioral patterns are the premise of design."

Lu Jingxiu's eyes widened, feeling that he had learned a lot.

Lu Feng leaned forward slightly, picked up his teacup to moisten his throat, and wore the confident expression of a seasoned chess player:

"In Go, this move is called a 'luring move' or a 'deceptive move,' which are also known as 'flavor' and 'position.'"

Lu Jingxiu held his breath and concentrated.

He didn't understand Go, but he could play Chinese chess. He could tell that Lao Lu was about to reveal his true skills.

"Let me ask you, in a game of chess, what is the first move?" Lu Feng asked.

Without hesitation, Lu Jingxiu said, "Whoever makes the first move gains the upper hand."

Old Lu nodded slightly, not correcting him, but saying meaningfully, "Yes, but the real initiative is not about making the first move, but about making your opponent follow your rhythm throughout the game."

"Making the opponent constantly respond to you—that's what it means to take the initiative."

Lu Jingxiu's eyes widened slightly as he mentally repeated those words several times.

I understand, it means you have to keep leading the other person by the nose.

"Mo Yan has proactively thrown out the 'Kun Ye' stone, making you start thinking, analyzing, and strategizing. From a chess perspective, he has already gained the upper hand."

"But the reason he has the initiative is, as I just said, not because he made the first move, but because your subsequent moves are all in response to the pieces he has already placed."

Lu Jingxiu pondered, "So... if I don't respond, he won't gain the upper hand?"

"That's right," Old Lu said with a hint of approval, his voice slowing down, "your reaction, in Go, is called a 'response'."

"Mo Yan threw out an insignificant piece in order to exchange for your move."

"If you don't respond, this piece is dead. But if you do respond, your opponent will see all your playing habits."

Lu Jingxiu listened intently, his back straightening unconsciously.

Lu Feng continued, "The analysis you and Lin Yutang did before is called 'reading the game' in chess. The deeper you read, the more you feel you can predict your opponent's next move."

"But what if the other party is deliberately letting you read their next move?"

He paused, his gaze deep: "Then reading the game becomes the bait to lure you into the game."

Lu Feng looked at him and added one last sentence: "In a game of chess, when you think you have seen through your opponent, that is precisely when you are most vulnerable to being tricked and attacked."

Lu Jingxiu nodded; he understood.

To put it bluntly, isn't this just one of the three biggest illusions in the game: I can tower dive and kill! I can turn the tables and kill someone with low health! We can win this team fight!

To put it more simply, it's like that confident statement from a certain bald guy: "No matter how you look at it, 800,000 versus 600,000, the advantage is mine!"

Lu Jingxiu took a deep breath and said seriously, "Dad, I understand. Mo Yan is trying to lure me into a trap."

"Yes," Lu Feng nodded in satisfaction, his tone steady, "He wants you to think that there's still a game to be played between you and him."

"Once you've poured all your energy into this game, he'll take you away in a way you never expected, in a place you never anticipated."

"It has to be you!" Lu Jingxiu said with admiration, giving a sincere thumbs up. "Dad, you saw right through Mo Yan's scheme with just one glance."

Old Lu was very pleased.

But he was no ordinary man. After enjoying his son's adoring gaze for a few seconds, he cleared his throat and resumed his composed demeanor: "So, what should you do now?"

Lu Jingxiu didn't want to use his brain: "Please enlighten me, Secretary."

Lu Feng's eye twitched, and he slowly said, "What you need to do is to become a chess player without a fixed playing style."

"Jump out from where he shows you, and on the chessboard, find a place he hasn't had time to enclose yet, and place your piece there."

"Remember this: in the eyes of a true chess player, every move you see is one that he makes you see. The real killing move never appears in the opponent's field of vision."

"Yes." Lu Jingxiu nodded solemnly.

Lu Feng gave his final instructions: "Don't discuss this matter with anyone else, including Lin Yutang. Let her continue investigating Master Kun's case, but don't dig any deeper into Mo Yan's direction."

Lu Jingxiu: "Why?"

Lu Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the desk: "Because she has already dug to where Mo Yan wanted her to dig; any further ahead is a trap."

Lu Jingxiu was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded: "I understand."

"Go to sleep," Old Lu waved his hand.

Lu Jingxiu stood up, walked out of the study, and gently closed the door behind him.

The study fell silent once more.

Lu Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

Lin Yutang saw the criminal methods, Lu Jingxiu saw the threat, but he saw the resource allocation method.

Mo Yan thought he was very clever, but little did he know that his actions had allowed Mo Yan to see almost all of his information.

Mo Yan's reliance on overseas connections indicates that he lacks a usable network within China.

He wanted to test the market's reaction by provoking them, demonstrating that he knew nothing about the market's defenses.

He needs to get the police moving, to find loopholes in their dispatching, to show that he doesn't actually have a ready-made attack plan.

A person who has no domestic base, lacks understanding of his opponents, and has to rely on probing to gather information.

This person is essentially groping in the dark to cross the river.

Someone who has no trump cards in their hand is not worthy of being Lu Feng's opponent.

Let him collect enough cards first before we talk about playing them at the table.

He had already made a strategic assessment of Mo Yan, and he was not worth his main focus.

But he is a father, so tonight, he uses Mo Yan as a teaching material to teach his son the skills of game theory through a real-life threat.

There is no better teaching material than this. It is realistic, stressful, and immersive, and you don't need to make up any extra case studies.

Everything he said tonight, if condensed, boils down to one sentence: how to maintain judgment under pressure.