Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Shen Qinghan's mind went blank.

She mechanically swept the room vouchers and the jar of Ningxia goji berries on the table into her bosom.

The glass jar pressed against her chest, cold and hard, yet like a red-hot branding iron, scalding her and making it hard to breathe.

"Thank you... thank you, Chairman."

She gave a hasty bow, her voice cracking and filled with barely concealed sobs.

Before Su Ye could speak again...

Shen Qinghan turned around and practically ran out of the office's double glass doors.

The door shook violently, making a "bang" sound.

Su Ye, holding his thermos, watched her flee in disarray, his brows furrowing slightly.

"This girl has been under a lot of pressure lately. She's even walking with her feet crooked."

He shook his head, blew away the goji berries on the surface of the water, and took a sip of warm water.

The incandescent lights in the corridor were a stark, unnatural white.

Shen Qinghan's flat canvas shoes slid across the wool carpet, her steps unsteady as if she were walking on cotton.

Clutching her belongings, she ran frantically to the women's restroom at the end of the top-floor corridor.

I pushed the door open abruptly, and a smell mixed with cheap sandalwood and disinfectant hit me.

"Bang!"

She rushed into the innermost cubicle and slammed the door shut with the bolt.

With a loosening of his grip, the glass jar and the hotel voucher all clattered onto the toilet seat.

Shen Qinghan's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cold tile floor as if all her strength had left her.

My knee hit the hard floor, and a dull pain shot through me.

She buried her face deeply in her knees.

She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, trying not to cry out.

But the tears were completely uncontrollable, flowing out like a flood bursting its banks.

It flowed into my mouth through my fingers, both salty and astringent.

His shoulders were twitching violently, and his lungs ached terribly.

My mind replayed the absurd things I had done over the past year like a revolving lantern.

When I first infiltrated the Sihai Group.

She was wearing a tight-fitting bodycon skirt that barely covered her thighs and 10-centimeter high heels.

She was wearing a pungent, man-attracting perfume and deliberately bent down to pick up documents in Su Ye's office.

Su Ye didn't even glance at her.

Instead, he threw her a thick Oxford Advanced Learner's English-Chinese Dictionary.

She was asked to stay up all night translating a VIE-structured overseas listing contract that was several hundred pages long.

She was so exhausted that she almost died from overwork while typing on the keyboard.

She thought it was the gang leader testing her.

Looking back now, they were actually setting up a legitimate overseas financing structure!

and also.

I hide in the break room every day, when no one is looking.

He pulled out his black, encrypted phone and blindly typed out lines of absurd text messages to the city bureau.

[Su Ye's practice of paying social insurance and housing fund contributions for his underlings raises suspicions that he is establishing a long-term money laundering fund!]

[Su Ye opens a holographic e-sports arena and forces a burly man to tutor him in advanced mathematics; it is suspected that he is engaging in some form of mind control!]

Looking back now, Shen Qinghan feels like a crazy woman with paranoia.

They're doing legitimate business!

It's about regulating industry order!

What devastated her most were the worn-out remittance slips in the safe.

The families of those police academy alumni who sacrificed their lives in the line of duty, leaving their families without any source of income.

Children in remote mountainous areas who can't even afford meat for lunch.

They were all quietly supported by this "gangster prince" who was their number one target in the crackdown on organized crime.

Thirty-six families of martyrs!

She even held the decoder herself just now, like a lowlife thief.

Try to break into the safe that people use to lock their charity donation forms!

"What kind of policeman am I...?"

Shen Qinghan's voice was so hoarse it sounded like she had swallowed a razor blade.

She looked up, leaned against the cold partition of the cubicle, and gasped for breath.

Tears blurred my vision.

The collar of his white shirt was soaked with tears, sticking stickily to his collarbone.

She always claimed to be a top-notch undercover agent sent by the provincial department.

They represent justice and punish evil and promote good.

But now, the word "justice" feels like a giant slap in the face.

The blows made her ears ring and her eyes blurry.

She felt that she wasn't an undercover agent at all.

He is a despicable and shameless corporate spy who obstructs good people from doing good deeds.

“Ding Di—”

The encrypted phone in the bag vibrated twice.

Shen Qinghan's hands trembled as she pulled out her phone; the screen's light stung her eyes.

It was a text message from Li Jianguo.

[Qinghan. No one is allowed to reveal anything about that remittance slip! No matter how much he donated, his ties to organized crime can't be erased! Keep a close eye on him and try to get the recording of Zhongtian Bus's forced sale!]

Looking at those few lines of cold words on the screen.

Shen Qinghan felt a tightness in her chest and a nauseous churning in her stomach.

She suddenly threw her phone on the ground.

The phone case hit the tile and slid a long way off.

"Looking for a recording... what kind of recording are you looking for!"

She gritted her teeth, buried her face in her hands, and let out another suppressed sob.

This undercover operation is no longer viable.

If she continued like this, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist going to the police station to apply for Su Ye to be named one of the "Top Ten People Who Moved China".

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps came from the corridor outside the toilet.

"Thump, thump."

Then came Lei Hu's booming voice, so loud it made the toilet door vibrate.

"Boss! Those unlicensed taxi drivers are too difficult to deal with!"

Lei Hu complained as he walked, "This morning I had them read 'Service Etiquette' aloud, and a few troublemakers were secretly eating betel nuts down there!"

Su Ye's calm voice then rang out, seemingly from the sink outside the restroom door.

"Eating betel nuts? Didn't they confiscate them?"

The tap was turned on, and the sound of the rushing water partially drowned out the conversation.

"Confiscated! I had Kim Jong-un standing by with an 80-pound sledgehammer!"

Lei Hu stamped his foot impatiently.

"But boss, these guys are so rude. Letting them laugh is worse than slaughtering a pig. I'm really afraid they'll scare away our customers."

The sound of water stopped.

Su Ye appeared to be wiping his hands with a tissue.

"Poor manners can be taught gradually. As long as they are willing to wear white shirts and follow the rules."

Su Ye's voice came through the door, carrying a reassuring quality.

"Lei Hu, remember this. We recruited them not to oppress them."

"It's so they can have a legitimate job. They won't have to go to the train station every day to poach customers, and they won't have to worry about being chased away by the urban management officers."

"As long as they follow the rules, Sihai can ensure that they have support in their old age and access to medical care when they are sick."

Lei Hu was silent for a while, and his rough voice softened considerably.

"I understand, boss. I'll go back and continue teaching them how to bow. No one's getting lunch today unless they bow at a ninety-degree angle!"

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Shen Qinghan sat in the cubicle, listening to the conversation between the two.

The tears flowed even more fiercely.

Listen to that! Listen to their perspective!

Even gang leaders are thinking about how to provide for their lowly drivers in their old age and when they die!

The police, on the other hand, are racking their brains to figure out how to send people to jail!

She grabbed half a roll of toilet paper haphazardly and blew her nose forcefully.

The scraps of paper stuck to his face, making him look disheveled.

She picked up the jar of goji berries from the ground.

Looking through the glass at the plump, dark red goji berries inside.

His fingers tightened little by little, his knuckles turning white.

No.

I can't keep working like this, drifting aimlessly.

Since Su Ye gave her half a month of paid annual leave.

So she took this opportunity to confront Li Jianguo.

If the municipal bureau insists on distorting the truth and forcibly convicting a great philanthropist.

She doesn't need to wear that police uniform!

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Outside an abandoned air-raid shelter in the western suburbs of Longhai City.

The heat was intense.

Li Jianguo's beat-up Santana was parked under the shade of a tree.

The car window was lowered halfway, and a strong smell of red plum blossom cigarettes wafted out.

Shen Qinghan changed into casual clothes.

Wearing a loose gray T-shirt and jeans.

He wore a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down very low.

She walked quickly to the car, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The car wasn't air-conditioned, and it was as stuffy and hot as a sauna.

Li Jianguo sat in the driver's seat, his eyes dark and swollen.

He held a half-burnt cigarette butt between his fingers, and a layer of ash settled at his feet.

"Qinghan, what are you doing out here at this time? What if Su Ye's men spot you!"

Li Jianguo lowered his voice, his tone revealing anxiety.

He casually handed over a chipped enamel mug.

"Have some herbal tea. How's the investigation into Chung Tien Bus Company going? Have you obtained evidence of forced transactions yet?"

Shen Qinghan did not accept the teacup.

She took off her baseball cap, revealing her eyes, which were red and swollen like peaches.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the carriage.

Li Jianguo was stunned, and the cigarette ash in his hand fell onto his thigh.

"What...what did you do? Su Ye attacked you?!"

He sat up abruptly, his hand instinctively reaching for the pistol at his waist.

"You bastard! I'm taking the SWAT team to flatten him right now!"

"Chief."

Shen Qinghan's voice was terribly hoarse.

She pulled a crumpled tissue from her pocket; it was the one she used to wipe her tears that morning, and it still had traces of blood from where she had bitten her lip.

He casually tossed it into the trash can in the car.

Nobody laid a hand on me.

She stared intently into Li Jianguo's bloodshot eyes.

"I request to terminate my undercover mission."

Li Jianguo's hand froze in mid-air as he stared at her in disbelief.

"What nonsense are you spouting! The mission is at its most critical stage, and now you're saying you're quitting?!"

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath of the stuffy air in the car.

"I can't do it anymore. Director Li, Su Ye isn't a gangster at all, he's a good person."

Her eyes reddened again, and her voice trembled slightly.

"You know about those remittance slips. This morning he saw that my eyes were red, so he specially approved half a month of paid annual leave for me to go to Haikou for a vacation and to relax."

They also gave me a jar of plump goji berries from Ningxia to replenish my qi and blood.

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth and made her statement definitively.

"If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with this gangster's son."

"At that time, I will truly become a traitor."