From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

The mall was packed with people, as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

Lu Yunzhou followed half a step behind Su Qingwan, his brows never relaxing.

From the moment I stepped inside, I felt a chill down my spine.

Someone is watching them, hiding in the crowd.

"President Su."

He spoke in a low voice.

"what?"

Su Qingwan didn't stop walking, and didn't even turn her head.

"Call the bodyguards back. There are people watching us from the shadows, and more than one."

Lu Yunzhou spoke in a very low voice.

Su Qingwan then turned her head to look at him, her phoenix eyes filled with disdain: "Don't you want to go shopping with me? What kind of nonsense are you making up?"

"President Su, my intuition is right, trust me."

Lu Yunzhou grew anxious.

"Alright, alright."

Su Qingwan waved her hand, turned around and continued walking forward, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. "If you spoil my fun again, I'll deduct a month's salary from your paycheck."

Lu Yunzhou could only shut up, but he tightened his pace, constantly scanning the crowd on both sides with his peripheral vision, leaning forward slightly, ready to make a move at any moment.

After a few hours, both arms were covered with bags.

He recognized the logos printed on every bag—big or small, hard or soft—he'd seen them on TV.

Pick one up at random, and the contents inside are enough for him to go without food or drink for more than half a year.

Rich people spend money like it's water.

Su Qingwan walked into a store.

Lu Yunzhou looked up at the signboard and immediately slowed down.

The store was decorated in pink and white, with dim lighting. The shelves were full of women's underwear, floral, black, transparent, and all kinds of styles.

He swallowed hard and fixed his gaze on the tips of his shoes.

"President Su, you've arrived!"

A female shop assistant greeted me with a smile, her attitude almost excessively attentive.

"Um."

Su Qingwan said casually, "Take some measurements. The last batch didn't fit quite right."

"Alright, Mr. Su, please come in!"

The shop assistant led Su Qingwan inside.

Lu Yunzhou hesitated for two seconds, but still followed them inside. He found a chair in the corner, sat down, piled the shopping bags at his feet, took out his phone, and opened a game.

Through the curtain, the voices inside could be heard intermittently.

The shop assistant's tone was full of envy, praising her well-maintained figure and perfect proportions.

After Lu Yunzhou cultivated, his five senses became much stronger. He absorbed every word of those words and his mind automatically began to fill in the blanks.

He held the phone up higher and jabbed the screen hard with his thumb, trying to drown out the game sound effects.

Useless.

"Lu Yunzhou, come in."

Su Qingwan's voice came from behind the curtain, carrying a lazy tone.

He froze, his fingers hovering over the screen.

"Mr. Su, what can I do for you? Should I send the shop assistant over?"

"Just come in when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense."

Lu Yunzhou took a deep breath, put his phone in his pocket, stood up, lifted the curtain, and stepped inside.

The fitting room was small, with three walls covered in mirrors and bright, blindingly white lighting.

Su Qingwan stood with her back to him.

But the mirror in front of her reflected everything clearly.

Lu Yunzhou's breath caught in his throat.

After practicing the "Creation Technique," the body's senses were amplified several times over, and the blood and energy were much more vigorous than those of ordinary people.

The image in the mirror made my head buzz and my temples throb.

He forced his gaze to the ceiling, his throat dry: "President Su, if there's nothing else, I'll go first..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Su Qingwan turned around, a smile on her lips, her phoenix eyes sweeping over him from bottom to top, her gaze fixed on his face.

"What's the panic? Come here."

She raised her hand, her five fingers gripping his collar, and with a twist of her wrist, pulled him forward a step.

Lu Yunzhou lost his balance and fell against it.

The image in the mirror and the warmth brushing against his nose simultaneously flooded his senses, causing Lu Yunzhou's mind to go blank, and all the blood in his body rushed in one direction.

His hands froze in mid-air, too afraid to fall or push back.

Su Qingwan looked up at him, her breath brushing against his chin, her voice soft and slow: "What's wrong, are your legs going weak?"

Lu Yunzhou gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing, and forced out, "President Su, this place is small, what if someone sees us..."

"Why are you worrying about this?"

Su Qingwan's fingers slid up his collar, her fingertips brushing against the side of his throat, and lightly touching the skin above his collarbone. "This fitting room has always only served me; no one from outside dares to come in."

As she spoke, she moved half an inch closer.

Lu Yunzhou's entire back was taut like a steel plate, and his breathing became completely disordered.

The surge of blood and qi brought about by cultivating the "Creation Technique" was several times more intense than usual, his temples throbbed, and his reason was as thin as paper.

He clenched his fist, putting all his strength into his fingers, and stubbornly refused to move.

Su Qingwan stared at his flushed ears, her smile widening. She leaned close to his ear, her voice barely a whisper, "I'm not even in a hurry, why are you?"

The hot breath hitting his earlobe almost snapped the last thread in Lu Yunzhou's mind.

He abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the hook in the corner, his voice hoarse and strained as he forced out, "President Su, if you keep doing this, I really won't be able to control myself."

Su Qingwan paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She loosened his collar, took a half step back, and patted his chest lightly, with a hint of teasing.

"Alright, go outside and wait. You've gotten a bit bolder than last time."

Lu Yunzhou felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned to walk out.

He walked quickly and hurriedly, almost tripping on the threshold, before tearing open the curtain and darting out.

The shop assistants outside saw him, covered their mouths and chuckled, their eyes sweeping over his flushed face and neck.

Lu Yunzhou found a chair, sat down, put his hands on his knees, and let out a long sigh.

My heart was still pounding in my ears, and the burning sensation was taking longer to subside than it had arrived.

This woman is just making a fool of him.

But he had no room to resist.

The job with Xiao Sihai is still pending, and the relationship with Su Qingwan can't be severed either. Being caught in the middle is like sitting on a hot stove, no matter which way you turn, you'll be burnt.

About ten minutes later, Su Qingwan came out, having changed back into her black dress, looking as calm as if nothing had happened.

He had two exquisite paper bags in his hands. He handed them to the shop assistant behind him and paid the bill. Lu Yunzhou glanced at the amount and saw it was a six-figure sum.

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else."

Su Qingwan picked up her bag and took the lead in heading towards the door.

Lu Yunzhou stood up, hung the shopping bags from his feet back on his arms, and quickly followed.

The moment I stepped out of the store, that feeling of being watched from behind resurfaced.

It's stronger than when I entered the mall; the location has changed, it's moved from the left side to the right rear.

He glanced in that direction to the side.

In the crowd, a man wearing a baseball cap was looking down, pretending to look at his phone, but his footsteps were in the same direction as their walking route.

Lu Yunzhou withdrew his gaze, subtly approached Su Qingwan by half a step, and lowered his voice: "President Su, forty meters to your right and behind, wearing a baseball cap, has been following you for at least three minutes."

Su Qingwan didn't stop walking. She turned her head to look at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Scared?"

Lu Yunzhou opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Su Qingwan looked away and continued walking forward, her high heels clicking on the ground with a steady rhythm, as if she were counting beats.

"Don't make a fuss, I've always had people watching me."

She said casually, "But you, if we really fought, how many could you handle?"

Lu Yunzhou paused for a second: "It depends on what kind of tactics they use."

Su Qingwan didn't say anything more, but the smile on her lips deepened a little.

As the two entered the elevator, Lu Yunzhou caught a glimpse of the person in the baseball cap squeezing into the elevator next door.

The door closed, and Su Qingwan leaned against the armrest, tilting her head to look at him.

"Lu Yunzhou".

"exist."

"Come to the manor at eight o'clock tonight."

Her voice was low, with the last syllable lingering, "There's something I need you to do yourself."