Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Ironclad proof that we're bastards?!"

On the other end of the phone, Li Jianguo's voice rose eight octaves.

The earpiece casing was shaking from the vibration.

"Shen Qinghan! Have you lost your mind? What kind of spell has this underworld heir cast on you?!"

Director Li grabbed an enamel mug and gulped down a mouthful of cold tea, a spark falling from the cigarette butt onto his belt buckle.

Shen Qinghan slumped onto the cold wooden floor of the archives room.

All I could hear was the furious roar of the city bureau chief.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with rough, dry grass, and she couldn't make a sound.

The beam of the flashlight slanted across the base of the wall, illuminating the scattered postal money order stubs.

The scent of high-end cedarwood incense in the air now smelled like a pungent irony.

"Director Li... he didn't launder money. He didn't smuggle."

Shen Qinghan sniffed, tears dripping down her chin onto the collar of her white shirt, leaving a small water stain.

Her gloved fingers trembled as she picked up the nearest sheet.

"He...he's making donations. Anonymously."

"A donation?" Li Jianguo sneered, tapping the table hard with his cigarette-grinding finger. "How much? One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand? The old trick of a guilty conscience buying a reputation!"

Shen Qinghan closed her eyes; her eyelids were red, swollen, and painful.

"It's...it's tens of millions."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone, with only heavy breathing and the crackling of electricity remaining.

"In recent years, he has been sending money to Hope Primary Schools in the mountainous areas of Yunnan and Guizhou."

Shen Qinghan's voice was choked with uncontrollable sobs, and her chest heaved violently.

"And...and there's also Old Zhang, the anti-drug police officer from our provincial department who sacrificed his life two years ago...his widow's account receives 20,000 yuan every month without fail for living expenses."

"The note above... the note above says, 'Buy some nutritional supplements for my sister-in-law.'"

A muffled "thud" was heard.

Li Jianguo slammed the enamel mug in his hand onto the table.

Tea splashed onto the file, spreading into a large ink stain.

He froze in his office.

"Who are you talking about? Old Zhang's wife?"

Li Jianguo's voice suddenly became somewhat unsteady, with a dryness that carried a hint of disbelief.

Two years ago, during the border drug bust, Lao Zhang was shot three times by drug traffickers while covering the retreat.

He left behind a wife who was partially paralyzed and a daughter who had just started junior high school.

The bureau issued a pension as required, but that amount of money couldn't last long in the face of the bottomless pit of medication costs.

Li Jianguo had secretly helped out a few times, but his fixed salary was just a drop in the bucket.

He always thought it was some retired comrade-in-arms secretly helping him.

Now Shen Qinghan is telling him that the person who paid this money is the biggest gang leader in Longhai City?!

"Not just Lao Zhang."

Shen Qinghan pressed the phone to her ear, tears streaming down her face.

"There are also Li Feng, who died in the line of duty, and Wang Tiejun, who was disabled and retired... a total of 36 family members of martyrs and disabled police officers."

"These remittance slips are all locked in Su Ye's most valuable iris safe."

She tilted her head back, and the back of her head hit the hard safe door with a slight thud.

"Chief. We guard against him like he's a thief every day."

"Every day I wear this disgusting tight dress, and all I can think about is how to use my beauty to get him to talk."

Shen Qinghan bit her lower lip hard, the taste of blood in her mouth growing stronger.

"As it turns out, they were secretly supporting the families of our fallen brothers with real money."

"I...I feel like a complete and utterly despicable person. I can't continue this undercover work!"

"Qinghan! Calm down!"

Li Jianguo slammed his hand on the table, causing cigarette butts to jump out of the ashtray.

He unbuttoned his top button, gasped for breath, and his head pounded wildly.

"Disguise! This is absolutely the highest level of disguise!"

His eyes were red, like a stubborn donkey driven to the brink of despair.

"He's Su Sihai's own son, who grew up in casinos and nightclubs! Why would he be so kind?!"

"This is how capitalists launder their money! They use charity to create an invincible shield for themselves!"

Li Jianguo roared into the microphone, "As long as he's basking in the glow of being a great philanthropist, if the police try to touch him, public opinion will crush us!"

Hearing these words, Shen Qinghan felt a chill run down her spine.

This conspiracy theory, cobbled together for the purpose of conviction, is so convincing that even she can't fool herself.

"Director... if even taking care of the orphans of martyrs can be considered a means of money laundering."

Shen Qinghan wiped away her tears, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraped across her face.

"Then I'd rather he keep washing. (By hanging up)"

She hung up the phone immediately.

Put the phone back in the bag.

Shen Qinghan hurriedly gathered the scattered remittance slips together.

The paper made a soft, rustling sound when rubbed together.

She neatly put them back in the safe.

My fingertips accidentally touched those old photo albums with yellowed edges.

She hesitated for a moment, then carefully opened the top book.

Using the halo of a flashlight.

The photo is somewhat faded.

They were a group of young people wearing old-fashioned police academy uniforms.

In the corner of the photo, a few tiny words were written in pen: code name "Nirvana", a group photo of the first training class.

Shen Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and was about to lean closer to see if Su Ye was in the group photo.

Suddenly, a dull thud of leather shoes came from outside the corridor.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Not too fast, not too slow.

This is Su Ye's unique walking rhythm!

Shen Qinghan's heart clenched, and blood rushed to her head instantly.

Why did he come back early?!

Didn't they go to inspect the e-sports arena?

She hurriedly closed the photo album and stuffed it into the compartment.

He slammed the heavy safe door shut, and it clicked shut.

Quickly wipe the fingerprints off the turntable with your sleeve.

He turned around and practically tumbled and crawled to the mahogany door.

I pressed my ear against the door to listen to what was happening outside.

The footsteps stopped beside the sofa in the outer office area.

Then came the crisp clinking sound of the thermos cup being placed on the glass coffee table.

"Chen Suan, double-check the ride-hailing subsidy plan for tomorrow's morning rush hour."

Su Ye's calm voice came through the door, tinged with weariness.

"Boss... my stomach is really hurting terribly. Could you please come again tomorrow?"

Chen Suan's weak voice was mixed with gasps of cold air.

"Okay. There are heat packs in the cabinet, just put them on yourself. Go home early."

Footsteps sounded again.

We slowly approached the mahogany door.

Shen Qinghan's hair stood on end, and his back pressed tightly against the wall.

He covered his mouth tightly, not daring to even breathe.

As soon as Su Ye swipes the swipe card to open this door, her undercover secretary, who sneaked in at night, will be exposed on the spot!

The doorknob made a slight scraping sound.

Su Ye's hand seemed to have already rested on it.

Shen Qinghan closed her eyes in despair.

My mind was already calculating the possibility of jumping out of the window to escape, even though this was the 28th floor.

"never mind."

Outside the door, Su Ye muttered something to himself.

"It's late at night, so it's better to drink warm water."

He loosened his grip on the doorknob.

The sound of leather shoes gradually faded away until the door slammed shut.

The office area was completely silent again.

Shen Qinghan slid down to the ground, panting heavily.

The shirt was completely soaked with sweat and clung to my vest, feeling cool and refreshing.

She felt as if she had just walked through the gates of hell.

I crouched in the dark for another ten minutes.

After confirming that no one was outside, Shen Qinghan carefully swiped the door open and slipped out.

In the women's restroom on the top floor.

The white tiles felt cold and lifeless.

Shen Qinghan rushed into the innermost cubicle and locked the door behind her.

"Click".

She slumped onto the toilet seat, covering her face with her hands.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long collapsed instantly.

She bit the back of her hand, large tears falling onto it as she let out suppressed sobs.

She remembered those remittance slips, and the plump goji berries soaking in Su Ye's thermos.

I recalled the comical scene of Lei Hu using a megaphone to educate unlicensed taxi drivers about the law.

This gang was listed as the police's number one target.

They run the cleanest business, pay the fullest taxes, and support the orphans of police officers.

And she, a policewoman who represents justice.

But like a rat that can't stand the light, it tries to pry open other people's most vulnerable secrets.

Shen Qinghan cried so hard that she trembled all over, feeling utterly disgusted with herself.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the wool carpet in the chairman's office.

Su Ye sat in the executive chair.

Holding the chipped thermos in his hand, he blew on it to warm it up.

He looked up at Shen Qinghan, who was standing at the table organizing reports.

His gaze lingered on her face for a full ten seconds.

Shen Qinghan lowered her head.

The dark circles under my eyes were so thick that even concealer couldn't cover them up.

Her eyes were swollen like two walnuts, and there were still traces of red blood at the corners of her eyes.

Her hand holding the document trembled slightly, and her fingertips turned white.

"Secretary Shen."

Su Ye put down the thermos and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"You...cried last night?"

Shen Qinghan's heart skipped a beat.

The report in my hand almost fell to the ground.

She quickly bit her lower lip, trying to remain calm.

"No...no. I probably didn't sleep well last night, so I'm having a bit of an allergic reaction."

Su Ye did not expose her flawed excuse.

He keenly sensed the tense, almost collapsing emotion emanating from Shen Qinghan.

He thought the girl was under too much work pressure lately.

After all, the transformation from a violent debt collection department to the number one live-streaming e-commerce MCN across the entire network, along with all the messy VIE structure English contracts from the legal department, all fell on her shoulders.

How could a young girl who had only graduated for less than two years withstand such high-intensity capital operations?

Su Ye took out a card with a gold border from the drawer.

It was pushed in front of Shen Qinghan.

"This is a seven-day room voucher for the Hilton Haikou Hotel."

Su Ye's voice softened, carrying an undeniable gentleness.

"You've been working too hard lately. I've already spoken to Zhang Tiezhu, and he's approved half a month of paid annual leave for you."

Shen Qinghan was stunned.

He stared intently at the room voucher.

"in addition."

Su Ye opened the drawer on the left and took out an exquisite glass jar.

It was filled with plump, dark red goji berries.

"These are top-quality, plump goji berries from Ningxia. Take them home and steep them in water to drink; they'll help replenish your qi and blood."

He placed the jar on the room voucher.

"Girls, don't always be so tense."

Shen Qinghan looked at the glass jar.

She glanced again at Su Ye's refined and calm face.

An overwhelming sense of guilt gripped her heart like an invisible hand.

She really wanted to kneel down on the spot and tell the whole truth.

"Chairman...I..."

Shen Qinghan's voice was thick with nasal tone, and her eyes reddened again.

"Alright, stop being so dramatic. Let's go to the HR department and get the paperwork done."

Su Ye waved his hand and picked up the documents on the table again.

"I won't see you making coffee tomorrow. Remember to tell Zhou Ming to set the water temperature to 65 degrees Celsius, so my goji berries don't get burned."