Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Women's restroom, 18th floor, Sihai Building.

The sensor on the sensor faucet is malfunctioning; it drips every few seconds, water droplets splashing onto the cold marble countertop.

The exhaust fan whirred, but couldn't remove the smell of sandalwood mixed with disinfectant from the air.

Shen Qinghan locked the door to the cubicle.

She bit her lower lip, her teeth turning that small piece of soft flesh white.

His fingers trembled as he stripped off his usual oversized black business suit and stuffed it into a waterproof bag.

She looked down at her legs.

A thin, transparent layer of black stockings clung tightly to her skin, the nylon fabric rubbing against the back of her knees, generating a creepy static electricity.

The burgundy bodycon skirt was pitifully short; with the slightest step, the fabric would ride up to the top of the thigh.

My lower abdomen aches from being constricted.

"call--"

Shen Qinghan leaned against the tiled wall and exhaled a breath of white air with a trembling sound.

The absolute order Li Jianguo gave over the phone pierced my mind like a needle.

"Activate maximum authorization. No matter what method you use, even if you have to sneak into his bed, you have to find out what's going on!"

She reached out and touched the makeup bag on the edge of the sink.

My palms were covered in slippery, cold sweat, and the zipper slipped several times before I could open it.

He took out a small bottle of pink liquid.

I just bought this at the department store counter this afternoon. The sales assistant patted her chest and guaranteed it to be a "man-slaying perfume".

Shen Qinghan closed her eyes and pressed the nozzle twice into the air.

"Sizzle."

An intensely sweet peach scent, mixed with musky notes, exploded in the cramped cubicle.

The smell made her nose itch, and she sneezed twice, her eyes welling up with tears.

She slipped on those ten-centimeter pointed stilettos.

The skin on my heel was a bit hard, and as soon as I stood up straight, it rubbed against my skin and caused a stinging pain.

She didn't care about any of that and took off the old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses from her nose.

She casually loosened the ponytail tied at the back of her head.

Her waist-length black curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall, draping over her bare collarbone and tickling her skin.

Looking in the mirror, Shen Qinghan practiced what she considered to be a charming and alluring smile.

The moment I managed a smile, a wave of nausea washed over me.

She was the provincial-level "Queen of Fighters" for five years, won the provincial Sanda championship, and was unmatched in grappling and combat.

Today, I'm actually going to have to rely on these few pieces of meat to get a gangster's password.

It's like throwing the police badge on the ground and stomping on it.

"For the sake of the case."

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out four words, then grabbed the third-quarter financial statement from the table.

Push open the bathroom door.

The office area was eerily quiet late at night.

The central air conditioning was blowing out cold air.

The wind blew against my legs, which were only covered by thin stockings, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

Shen Qinghan stepped onto the thick wool carpet, her high heels making little sound, only the faint cracking of her ankle joints from exertion.

A dim light shone through the crack in the chairman's office door.

She stopped at the door and took a deep breath of that irresistible perfume scent.

Thigh muscles are tense.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the door panel twice with the knuckles of his index finger.

"Enter."

Su Ye's flat baritone voice came from inside.

Shen Qinghan pushed open the door.

A warm breeze carrying the scents of red dates, goji berries, and printer toner wafted towards me.

She deliberately slowed her pace.

Her waist unconsciously twisted into an exaggerated arc, and her high heels made a crisp clattering sound on the floor.

Su Ye sat behind the large rosewood desk.

She was wearing a loose-fitting black silk shirt, with the top two buttons undone at the collar.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and held his ever-present silver thermos in his hand.

I heard the sound of high heels.

Su Ye looked up from the computer screen.

Shen Qinghan clearly saw a strange light flash in Su Ye's usually unfathomable eyes.

His gaze followed her loose hair, slid over her fair collarbone, and finally settled on her long legs encased in black stockings.

Su Ye's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

They've taken the bait!

Shen Qinghan was overjoyed, and even the pain in her blistered heels disappeared.

Men are all the same, what a load of bull, the suit-wearing thug who can remain unmoved by a woman's advances.

As long as this kid is driven by lust, while he's taking a shower, the safe embedded in the wall will be within easy reach.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su."

Shen Qinghan spoke in a high-pitched voice, with a deliberately soft and sweet tone.

She walked to the desk, but instead of simply putting down the documents and leaving as usual, she did not do so.

Instead, he leaned forward slightly.

The fabric of the pencil skirt rustled under its weight.

A large expanse of her fair, smooth chest skin was exposed to the air.

The sweet, cloying scent of peach perfume, carried by the airflow from the central air conditioning, rushed into Su Ye's nose.

"Here's what you requested... the third-quarter financial report."

She pushed the folder over.

His finger lightly traced a line on the back of Su Ye's hand, which was holding the mouse, seemingly unintentionally.

Her nails were neatly trimmed, and as they brushed against the man's skin, they caused a slight itch.

Su Ye did not dodge.

Instead, he put down the thermos he was holding.

The bottom of the metal cup struck the solid wood table with a dull thud.

He leaned back into the large leather boss's chair, his hands crossed under his chin.

The gaze behind the glasses, filled with a certain assessment, scrutinized Shen Qinghan from head to toe.

"Secretary Shen."

Su Ye spoke, his voice lower than before.

"Your outfit today..."

Shen Qinghan's heart raced, pounding wildly in her chest.

She quickly reached up and brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

She bit her lip, feigning a shy expression.

"If President Su likes it, I'll wear this every day from now on. Anyway... it's the middle of the night, and it's just the two of us on this whole floor."

As she spoke, she glanced at the landscape painting behind Su Ye out of the corner of her eye.

She knew that behind that painting was the company's top-secret safe.

If he dares to come over and put his arm around her waist, she's confident she can disarm him within three seconds and force him to reveal the eight-digit password.

Su Ye's lips slowly curled upwards.

He gave a smile that made Shen Qinghan feel a little uneasy.

He suddenly reached out and tugged at the collar of his silk shirt, as if he were feeling a little hot from the scent of perfume.

"She's dressed so lightly and even sprayed on some refreshing perfume."

Su Ye tapped his fingertip twice on the table, his glasses reflecting the eerie blue light of the computer screen.

"This energy and spirit really impressed me."

Shen Qinghan's legs went weak, and she leaned against the edge of the desk.

She kicked off one of her high heels, and her stocking-clad toes stepped onto the carpet, curling up nervously.

"So, Mr. Su... what should we do next to refresh ourselves?"

Her voice was as soft as water.

In her mind, she was calculating whether to break his left hand first or knee him in the stomach.

"Of course, we're doing serious business."

Su Ye stood up.

His tall figure stirred up a gust of wind, and shadows instantly enveloped Shen Qinghan.

He pulled open the large drawer at the bottom of his desk.

Shen Qinghan held her breath, her fingers silently reaching towards the waist of her skirt.

There was a thin, long steel needle for picking locks taped to it.

She had even closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for this bastard to take advantage of her.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud thud slammed onto the table.

The shaking caused a few drops of the jujube water in the silver thermos to spill out.

Shen Qinghan was so startled that she suddenly opened her eyes.

There was no salted pork knuckle as I had imagined, nor any indescribable scenes.

It stood between her and Su Ye.

It was a stack of A4 printing paper, as thick as a large city brick.

The edges of the paper still carried the heat from the binding machine, and the smell of carbon powder instantly overpowered her peach perfume.

Su Ye braced himself on the table with both hands, leaned forward, and his smile became amiable.

"Judging by your energy, you won't be sleeping tonight."

Shen Qinghan was stunned, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Her gaze shifted downwards.

It landed on the cover of that stack of documents, which was as thick as a brick.

Two lines of bold, black font were prominently printed on it:

"Draft Design of VIE Equity Structure for Sihai Holdings Group's Nasdaq Listing (Fourth Edition)".

"Mr. Su... what... what does this mean?"

Shen Qinghan stuttered, her double-tongued voice completely broke down, and she reverted to her original clear and cold voice.

She pointed at the pile of papers, her hands trembling.

"What do you mean?"

Su Ye picked up the thermos and slowly blew on the water.

"That kid Chen Suan got a stomach hemorrhage from doing so much accounting. Lei Hu just took him to the hospital this afternoon for an IV drip."

"I'm worried because no one has verified the data related to these dozens of shell companies overseas."

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, his gaze falling on Shen Qinghan's legs, which were covered in black stockings.

"Secretary Shen volunteered and changed into such a neat outfit, even taking off the business attire that restricts movement."

"Isn't this just preparation for working through the night and going all out?"

He reached out and tapped the stack of documents, making a clicking sound.

"By 8 a.m. tomorrow, I want to see a version of this 500-page English contract with its flaws highlighted. One wrong decimal point and I'll deduct your full attendance bonus for the month."

Shen Qinghan felt a sudden darkness before her eyes.

My blood pressure shot straight to the top of my head, and my brain was buzzing.

She was dressed like this, even her heels were blistered, she was sacrificing her looks to seduce him.

As a result, this perverted capitalist not only didn't have any lustful thoughts, but also wanted to drag her over to be a laborer to settle accounts!

"But...Mr. Su, this is all financial jargon..."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes red with anger, and her fingernails dug several marks into the edge of the table.

"I'm a secretarial major, I don't understand this!"

"can't read?"

Su Ye raised an eyebrow, pulled out a thick Oxford Business English Dictionary from the drawer, and threw it over.

"If you don't understand, look it up as you go."

He carried the cup around the desk and walked towards the door.

"Mr. Su, where are you going!"

Shen Qinghan was so anxious that her voice cracked, and her toes dug into the carpet.

Su Ye stopped at the door.

Without turning his head, he only showed her the back of his head, and yawned widely.

"Go home and sleep. If I don't sleep past midnight, I tend to lose hair."

He grabbed the doorknob with his other hand.

As the door was sewn shut, the man slipped in lightly, his voice laced with mockery.

"By the way, Secretary Shen, that perfume smells too strong. Buy something more expensive next time."

"Also, remember to turn up the air conditioner temperature. Wearing black stockings to work late at night can easily cause arthritis in your legs."