Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Click".

The heavy solid wood door to the chairman's office was closed.

The last wisp of cold air from the corridor that had seeped in through the crack in the door was also cut off.

The only sounds in the room were the whirring of the central air conditioning blowing warm air and the pungent smell of peach perfume.

Shen Qinghan stood frozen in front of her desk.

Her two legs, wrapped in black stockings, seemed to be filled with lead and couldn't be pulled out.

She stared intently at the stack of English drafts on the table, which looked like bricks.

The thick Oxford Business English Dictionary next to her seemed to be mocking her.

"Su, Ye—"

She squeezed out those two words through her teeth, her back teeth grinding together.

The fingernail dug into the leather placemat, leaving several whitish marks.

A honey trap?

That freak has nothing but his ridiculous IPO plan on his head.

Even capitalists aren't as heartless as him! Grabbing a female secretary in a bodycon skirt and doing translation work in the middle of the night?

Shen Qinghan plopped down into the leather boss's chair.

The man's body heat still lingered on the back of the chair.

She angrily tugged at the hem of her skirt, which was so tight it was making it hard to breathe.

He grabbed the heavy dictionary and opened it to the first page.

From 2 a.m. until dawn.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the streetlights of Longhai City went out one by one, letting in the hazy morning light.

Shen Qinghan rubbed his sore neck, his eyes bloodshot.

She was forced to finish half of the 500-page document.

"Ring ring—"

The internal phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Startled, she dropped the red and blue pencils from her hand onto the paper, leaving a long mark.

"Hey..." Her throat was as dry as sandpaper as she answered the phone.

"Secretary Shen."

Su Ye's clear voice came through the receiver, without any of the hoarseness of someone who had just woken up.

You can even hear the background noise of the wind whistling by.

"It's six o'clock. Let's organize today's schedule, put on our helmets, and meet at Section A of the construction site in the east of the city."

Su Ye paused for a moment, seemingly checking his watch.

"You have fifteen minutes. If you're one minute late, you'll be fined fifty yuan."

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Shen Qinghan stared into the microphone with his mouth agape.

Six o'clock?

Does a triad boss clock in at the construction site at six in the morning?

This guy gets up even earlier than the old man who collects scraps!

She frantically rummaged through the drawer for her schedule and grabbed a folder.

They stumbled and ran outside.

My right foot had just stepped onto the threshold.

A crisp "snap" sound.

Those 10-centimeter pointed stilettos broke when the heel got stuck in the metal strip in the door crack.

"ah--"

Shen Qinghan twisted her ankle and fell forward.

He flailed his arms to brace himself against the wall, splitting a piece of his fingernail.

The pain brought tears to her eyes.

She bit her lip hard, looked down at the broken high heel, and trembled with anger.

"Su Ye... I'm not finished with you!"

Twenty minutes later.

Section A of the Chengdong shantytown.

The thick fog of early morning had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with a damp, cold, and metallic smell of cement.

Several Red Star brand mixers were turning loudly, making people's eardrums tingle.

Su Ye was wearing a dark cashmere coat and gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

He was wearing a yellow safety helmet on his head.

Holding the silver thermos in his hand, he was pointing at the blueprints and gesturing with Gao Qiang from the engineering department.

"The spacing between the steel bars in this load-bearing wall should be shortened by two millimeters."

Su Ye took a sip of warm water and exhaled a puff of white steam.

"A three-point increase in cost is acceptable, as long as the quality is excellent."

Gao Qiang, sporting dark circles under his eyes, nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Su. Director Lei is keeping an eye on things with his DV camera every day. If anyone dares to cut corners, he can recite the Analects of Confucius to death."

Shen Qinghan limped along the muddy, gravelly path, her steps uneven.

She changed into flat canvas shoes and swapped her pencil skirt for loose-fitting jeans.

He was clutching a large folder tightly in his hands, and the cold wind was blowing down his neck.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su."

She leaned closer, panting heavily.

Su Ye turned his head and looked her up and down, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Secretary Shen, you are five minutes late."

He raised his wrist to check his watch. "Two hundred and fifty dollars. Put it on the tab."

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Yes, Mr. Su. This is your schedule for today."

She opened the folder and tapped her fingertip on the paper.

He figured to himself that the kid was up so early because he was probably using the construction site as cover to meet with some shady characters.

"At nine o'clock, go to the Second Branch of the Municipal Tax Bureau for a meeting."

Shen Qinghan read out the first rule.

She pricked up her ears and stared intently at Su Ye's micro-expressions.

Go to the tax bureau?

Is it to send money to the "protectors" inside? Or to secretly check those smuggling accounts?

Su Ye nodded in satisfaction.

"Has Chen prepared the supplementary materials for the tax refund? We need to finalize the eight million policy subsidy today."

"Notify the finance department to prepare the relevant documents. Have Lei Hu load those boxes of tangerines from the trunk. The comrades in the bureau work hard all the time, so let's send them some agricultural products to quench their thirst."

Shen Qinghan was stunned.

Just...just send a few boxes of tangerines?

You, a gang leader, go to meet the authorities without boxes of cash, but with some kind of leftover fruit from a live-streaming event to help farmers?

"What about 2 PM?" Su Ye put the lid on the cup and urged.

"Go to the Chengnan Logistics Distribution Center at 2 PM this afternoon."

Shen Qinghan swallowed and continued reading.

This time it's definitely true! A logistics center—that's the only way to transport drugs or weapons!

"Focus on verifying the cargo damage rate and fuel consumption indicators of the Express Delivery fleet."

She stared longingly at Su Ye.

"Yeah. Those guys drive way too recklessly."

Su Ye pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Yesterday we received two complaints that our refrigerated trucks were honking their horns and disturbing the peace in the city. We asked the security department to come up with a regulation that speeding and running red lights will be fined according to the Road Traffic Safety Law, and two months of full attendance will be deducted from their licenses."

Shen Qinghan was completely dumbfounded.

Her hand was aching from holding the itinerary.

What on earth is all this?!

Damaged cargo? Speeding fine?

Is this the kind of thing a ruthless underworld heir with tens of millions of unexplained overseas funds would do?

This neighborhood committee auntie is incredibly stingy!

Time races by at this frantic pace.

From arguing with the tax bureau in the morning to spending the afternoon at the logistics center.

Su Ye was like a tireless robot.

It was 8 p.m.

The top-floor conference room of Sihai Building.

The incandescent light cast a stark white glow in the room, and the air was filled with the sour smell of coffee.

Lin Dai stood in front of the projector, dressed in a smart business suit and high heels.

"President Su, the group's legal education progress has reached 85% this quarter."

She held a laser pointer and pointed at the bar chart on the screen.

"The pass rate for the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Law' assessment of employees at several of our subordinate entertainment venues has not met the standard. I suggest arranging two make-up exams tomorrow."

Su Ye leaned back in his leather chair, twirling a fountain pen in his hand.

"Sure. Anyone who fails will be transferred to a bathhouse for body scrubbing."

He turned his head and looked at Shen Qinghan sitting in the corner.

"Secretary Shen, have you finished taking the meeting minutes?"

Shen Qinghan slumped into the chair.

Her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and her dark circles were almost down to her chin.

She held a marker in her hand, the tip poking a black hole in the notebook.

"I've got it all written down..."

All she wants now is to die.

She didn't even have time to catch her breath all day.

I got three blisters on the soles of my feet from walking so much, and my throat was hoarse from constantly reporting the itinerary.

Forget about using her beauty to seduce anyone; she doesn't even have the energy to lift her eyelids and give a flirtatious wink.

"bite--"

Su Ye's phone rang.

He took it out, glanced at it, pressed the answer button, and casually turned on speakerphone.

"Brother Su!"

Lei Hu's rough, hoarse voice boomed in the quiet conference room.

"I've taken care of what you asked me to do! The fire escape at that internet cafe in the north of the city was blocked by debris, so I took the guys there and cleared it away!"

"I also gave the boss a rundown of the Fire Protection Law, and he was so touched he tried to give us two packs of cigarettes, but I refused! We're a legitimate force that doesn't take a single needle or thread from the public!"

Su Ye's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"Good job. Go back and ask the finance department to reimburse your gas expenses."

After hanging up the phone, Su Ye stood up and stretched.

The bones made a cracking sound.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Everyone should go home and get some rest."

He picked up his thermos and walked towards the door.

He stopped briefly as he passed Shen Qinghan.

"Secretary Shen, you did a good job tonight. Remember to remind me to go to the old town to inspect the newly acquired shops at 6:30 tomorrow morning."

Shen Qinghan shuddered, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground.

6:30?

It's 6:30 again!

She watched Su Ye's figure disappear through the door, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Stumbling and staggering, I rushed out of the conference room and ran all the way into the women's restroom.

The cubicle door was locked with a "bang".

She slid down against the door and sat on the cold tile floor, taking out the encrypted phone.

My fingers trembled as I dialed Li Jianguo's number.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"Feeding? Qinghan, how is it?"

Li Jianguo's voice was low, revealing an anxious anticipation.

"Did you get any useful information out of him? Did that kid slip up?"

"Chief..."

As soon as Shen Qinghan opened her mouth, tears mixed with her still-applied eyeliner smeared all over her face.

Her voice was choked with sobs.

"What information am I supposed to get out of you?!"

She covered her mouth, afraid that people outside would hear, and growled in a low voice, suppressing her emotions of collapse.

"He's a freak! A complete and utter jerk!"

"I went to the construction site at six in the morning to check the steel bars, then to the tax bureau at nine to deliver tangerines, and in the afternoon I checked the truck's fuel consumption!"

"He's even more tired than the dogs at our police dog base!"

Li Jianguo was stunned on the other end of the line.

The clicking sound of the lighters stopped.

"This...this can't be. He's just pretending. You need to find a way to get close to him..."

"No chance! Absolutely no chance!"

Shen Qinghan frantically tugged at her hair.

"Chief, do you know what he was doing while he was in the restroom just now?"

She sniffled.

"He's listening to an audio tutorial on 'Economic Law'!"

"He was reciting legal statutes while using the restroom! I couldn't exactly barge into the men's room and flirt with him, could I?"

Shen Qinghan leaned against the toilet in despair.

"Chief, please give me a different assignment right away."

"If this continues, I'm afraid I won't uncover any more wrongdoing..."

"I need to pass the bar exam first!"