Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

On the other end of the phone, Li Jianguo choked on a puff of smoke, which went straight into his trachea.

The old man coughed violently, his lungs gurgling and hissing like a broken bellows.

"You...you're trying to fool me!"

Li Jianguo slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup lid bounce.

"Taking the bar exam? Who does Su Ye think he is, leading the study group for the exam?"

"Shen Qinghan, I'm warning you, don't let the capitalists' sugar-coated bullets corrupt you!"

"How could I dare, Chief..."

Shen Qinghan leaned against the cold tiles, desperately tugging at the ends of her hair, her fingertips scratching her scalp until it went numb.

"These sugar-coated bullets are made of stone, so hard they'll break your teeth!"

She sniffled, her voice muffled.

"This Sunday, he said he was going to the suburbs to meet someone important. He was being very secretive, and he didn't even bring Lei Hu with him."

"Don't worry, Chief. Even if I get caught, I'm determined to find out what's going on behind the scenes!"

"Okay, be careful. This kid's cunning; always carry a recording pen."

The phone call ended, and the dial tone echoed in the toilet stall.

Sunday morning.

A thin fog descended on Longhai City, and the cold air seeped straight into the bones through the trouser legs.

Shen Qinghan was wearing a drab old trench coat and a black mask that covered half of her face.

She huddled behind a bus stop sign one block away from the Sihai Building.

The black Maybach drove out of the underground garage right on time.

The car windows were tinted black, so you couldn't see inside.

Shen Qinghan quickly waved and hailed a taxi.

"Master, follow that Maybach ahead, but don't follow too closely."

The driver stepped on the gas, and the car shot off. He then turned on the radio.

The announcer's voice, like that of a morning news broadcaster, echoed through the carriage.

The car veered further and further off course.

We drove from the bustling city center all the way to the urban-rural fringe area in the north of the city.

The roadside shops have been transformed into shops selling fertilizers and agricultural machinery, and the asphalt road has become a potholed cement road.

The wheels rolled over the gravel, making a clattering, bouncing sound.

"Young lady, that car up ahead is a luxury car. Are you out in the middle of nowhere catching a mistress?"

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his tone gossipy.

Shen Qinghan ignored him, her eyes fixed on the red brake lights of the Maybach.

The car stopped in front of a rusty iron gate.

A peeling wooden sign hangs on the gate: Sunshine Orphanage.

She paid the money, opened the car door, and jumped out.

Crouching low, I followed a row of bare holly hedges and made my way to the base of the wall outside the gate.

The mud on the soles of my shoes covered the entire rim of my canvas shoes.

She poked half her head out into the yard.

Su Ye got out of the car.

He wasn't wearing a suit today, but a beige chunky knit sweater, and he even had some unshaven stubble on his chin.

He doesn't look like a powerful gang leader; he looks more like a university professor who just woke up.

Lei Hu, accompanied by several burly men with arms big enough to run a horse, was unloading goods from a box truck.

Bags of rice, barrels of Golden Dragon cooking oil, and several boxes of colorful Want Want gift packs.

"Brother Su is here!"

A little girl with two pigtails and a missing front tooth is holding a broken windmill in her hand.

He rushed out of the low-rise house and grabbed Su Ye's leg.

"Oh my, the little girl has grown taller."

Su Ye bent down, scooped up the little girl with one hand, and held her steadily in his arms.

He skillfully pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket, took one out, and gently wiped away the yellow snot that had trickled down the girl's nose.

"Where's the headmistress? I haven't seen her sunbathing in the yard today."

Su Ye pinched the girl's little face, which was red from the cold.

An elderly woman with gray hair, wearing an old cotton-padded coat, walked out from behind the curtain, leaning on a cane.

The old lady smiled, her face crinkling with wrinkles, and her eyes were a little red.

"Xiao Su, why are you bringing me something again in this freezing weather?"

The old lady approached and patted Su Ye's arm.

"You just wired three million to the institute last month, saying it was for heating repairs and dormitory renovations. That money hasn't even been spent yet."

Su Ye handed the thermos to the younger brother next to him and then helped the old lady up by the arm.

"Aunt Zhang, it's getting cold. The children need new down jackets. If you don't have enough money, just say so. Sihai may not have much else, but we have plenty of cash in our account."

Shen Qinghan, standing behind the wall, was tightly clutching a recording pen in her hand.

My thumb was pressed on the record button, but I couldn't press it down.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

Three million? For heating system repairs?

Is this supposed to be a meeting with the mastermind?

This gang leader doesn't sleep on weekends, he comes to the suburbs to wipe the noses of orphans?

The courtyard became even more lively.

Seven or eight children of varying ages surrounded Lei Hu and his group of thugs in suits.

Not afraid of their scars and tattoos at all, I curiously touched their bulging biceps.

"Tiger Bro, you said you'd break a boulder on your chest for us last time!"

A boy, barely out of school, grabbed Lei Hu's trouser leg and shouted with his face upturned.

"Absolutely!"

Lei Hu grinned, and Scarface's smile blossomed into a chrysanthemum.

In the dead of winter, he ripped off his black suit jacket, revealing a gray, tight-fitting vest underneath.

"Hey, you idiot! Go move that stone slab from the backyard! Fatty, get the big sledgehammer!"

A short while later.

Lei Hu lay sprawled out on the two long benches.

A large blue stone slab weighing at least two hundred pounds pressed down on his strong chest muscles, making his eyes roll back and him pant heavily.

"Come on! Smash it hard! Let's get the kids excited!"

Kim Jong-un, shirtless, swung an 80-pound iron hammer with both hands.

It swung around in mid-air, creating a whistling sound.

"Eighty! Eighty!"

Kim Jong-un was also making sounds.

"boom--"

A muffled thud, and sparks flew everywhere.

The large bluestone slab split in two with a crack, and the broken stones fell onto the muddy ground with a clatter.

Lei Hu flipped himself up from the bench with a somersault and patted the dust off his chest.

Without blushing or panting, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the children.

"Great job, Tiger!"

The children clapped their little hands, which were red from the cold, and cheered and laughed, their voices carrying far and wide.

"And there's more!"

Er Lengzi was not to be outdone.

He picked up a red brick from the side and assumed an awkward horse stance.

"Watch me break bricks with my bare hands!"

"Hey ha!"

He chopped down with his palm.

The red bricks are cracked.

Er Lengzi winced in pain, quickly put his hands behind his back, tears welling up in his eyes, and forced a smile.

"No, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."

Shen Qinghan leaned against the cold wall.

The recorder slipped from my hand and fell into the mud at my feet, getting covered in dust.

She looked at this strange yet heartwarming scene.

My heart felt like it had been gently tugged by something, a bittersweet feeling.

Su Ye stood in the middle of the group of children.

Sunlight filtered through the thin mist, casting a warm glow on his off-white sweater.

He was looking down, patiently teaching the little girl with a missing front tooth how to fold a paper airplane.

His profile is gentle, and his eyebrows are curved behind his gold-rimmed glasses. Where is there any trace of the ruthless decisiveness he displays in the business world?

"This...this is the important person he was talking about?"

Shen Qinghan muttered to herself, feeling as if a wad of cotton was stuck in her throat.

She's been a police officer for so many years.

I've seen drug lords hack people to pieces over territory.

I've seen unscrupulous business owners who drive ordinary people to their deaths in order to evade their debts.

But she had never seen it before.

A gangster boss who built his empire on thousands of thugs would throw a lot of money into an unknown orphanage.

He would allow a bunch of orphans to run rampant and bully his most trusted subordinates.

In that instant, a tiny crack appeared in the defenses of faith.

I was lost in thought.

"Who's there!"

Lei Hu's hoarse voice suddenly exploded.

His large, sharp eyes, honed through his experiences on the streets, keenly caught the movement at the base of the wall.

Shen Qinghan felt a chill run down her spine, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

I was careless! My professional instincts kicked in, and I completely forgot to take cover!

Before she could turn around and run...

Two burly men who were nearby darted out and cornered her against the wall from both sides.

"What are you doing, sneaking around like that! Take off your mask!"

The big man reached out to grab her trench coat collar.

"Don't touch me!"

Shen Qinghan reacted instinctively.

With a right side kick, accompanied by a whistling sound, he aimed straight for the back of the knee of the burly man on the left.

The big man reacted quickly, using his thick forearm to block the attack.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The two of them each took half a step back.

This skill was revealed.

The air in the courtyard froze instantly.

Lei Hu's face darkened, and he pulled out some kind of dark, unidentifiable object from behind his waist.

"He's got some skills. Brothers, surround him, don't let this rat get away."

The dozen or so thugs in suits instantly stopped smiling.

They surrounded Shen Qinghan, their eyes as fierce as wolves, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Shen Qinghan's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, we've been exposed.

These people have seen blood; if a fight breaks out, she alone will definitely not come out on top.

At this critical moment.

"stop."

Su Ye's voice came from behind the crowd.

It is not large, but it carries an undeniable authority.

The burly men obediently made way for them.

Su Ye dusted off his hands and slowly walked over.

He stopped about a meter away from Shen Qinghan.

His gaze fell on her mud-covered canvas shoes, then swept over her drab gray trench coat.

A playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Secretary Shen."

Su Ye's voice carried a hint of helplessness and mockery.

"On a weekend, instead of sleeping in at home, you're here practicing tracking and counter-surveillance?"

The burly men surrounding them were stunned.

Lei Hu touched his bald head, looking completely bewildered.

"Brother Su, this...this is your wife...no, this is Secretary Shen?"

Shen Qinghan stood frozen in place.

Her cheeks suddenly burned hot, turning red all the way to her ears.

She slowly pulled down her mask, revealing a face so embarrassed it looked like it was about to bleed.

"I...I..."

Her lips trembled for a long time as her brain raced, trying to come up with a plausible excuse.

"I went for a run and got lost."

That's such a lame excuse that even a dog on the street wouldn't believe it.

Su Ye didn't expose her.

He took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to him.

He pointed to her forehead.

"You're all sweaty from running, wipe it off."

His tone was flat.

"Since you're here, don't just sit around. Aunt Zhang in the courtyard is getting old, so go to the kitchen and help make dumplings."

Shen Qinghan took the tissue in a daze; the tissue still carried the man's body heat.

She watched as Su Ye turned around and went to hug the little girl with the missing tooth who wanted him to lift her up high.

My heart skipped a beat.

She blurted it out as if possessed.

"President Su."

Su Ye turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Um?"

Shen Qinghan bit her lip, her fingers gripping the wad of tissue tightly.

"What kind of person are you...?"