From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou got dressed, left the hotel, and pretended to stroll around the surrounding streets and alleys.

After all, they were still receiving Xiao Sihai's salary, so they had to do their jobs properly.

He wandered around for twenty minutes, bought a bottle of water at a convenience store, unscrewed the cap, poured half a bottle in, and then dialed Brother Leopard's number.

"Brother, I've looked around here and haven't seen him. He's probably gone far away."

"Okay, you can rest now. The boss will call you if he needs anything tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yunzhou rubbed his left shoulder.

The wound has already scabbed over, and the healing speed of the Creation Technique is getting faster and faster.

He took a taxi back to Ye Churan's place, and the whole way his mind was filled with the face under the fox mask.

She is truly beautiful, and truly ruthless.

at the same time.

In the villa estate north of the city, the light was on in the study on the second floor.

Su Qingwan was half-reclined on the chaise lounge, flipping through a financial statement, with a half-finished glass of red wine on the coffee table next to her.

Footsteps came from downstairs, light and quick.

The study door was pushed open a crack.

A woman in black flashed in, still wrapped in her tight-fitting combat uniform, her long hair tied back in a low ponytail, her face cold and beautiful. She was the female assassin who had held a military dagger to Lu Yunzhou's neck in the hotel that night.

Su Qingwan put down the report and looked up at her.

The woman knelt on the carpet, head bowed: "Madam, the mission has failed."

Su Qingwan didn't ask how she failed. She picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and her gaze slid down the woman's face, landing on her shoulders and arms, scrutinizing her for two seconds.

"Are you hurt?"

"I was chased by his men for a while and took a punch to my left rib, but it's nothing serious."

The woman paused, "Xiao Sihai has more spies around him than we anticipated. There are at least three experts with the Qi Condensation level taking turns guarding him. I was exposed as soon as I reached the second line of defense."

"Um."

Su Qingwan traced a circle with her finger on the rim of her wine glass, her voice unhurried, "Xiao Sihai is a man who values ​​his life very much, so it's not surprising that he would go to such lengths to protect him."

She raised her hand and beckoned to the woman: "Get up, Nightingale. Go back to your room and rest. Have Aunt Liu apply medicine to your left rib wound."

"Yes."

The nightingale stood up, turned, and walked towards the door.

After taking three steps, Su Qingwan's voice drifted from behind, neither loud nor soft: "Stop."

The nightingale paused for a moment.

Su Qingwan leaned against the couch, tilting her head to look at her back.

To be precise, it's about looking at her legs.

The nightingale's gait was different from usual.

This woman was a top assassin she had poached from a foreign mercenary organization at great expense. She always walked silently and steadily, but now her strides were noticeably smaller, and there was a deliberate stiffness between her legs.

Su Qingwan had seen this route before.

Just recently, she herself walked around in the same posture for an entire day.

"nightingale."

Su Qingwan's tone was flat and monotone. "What happened to your leg?"

Nightingale's shoulder blades tensed, and she turned slightly to the side, her voice low: "I twisted my knee while climbing over the wall when I was being chased, but it'll be fine tomorrow."

"oh."

Su Qingwan held her wine glass without drinking, rubbing her thumb against the glass twice. "Go on."

Nightingale hurried out of the study, her footsteps disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Su Qingwan put the wine glass back on the coffee table, crossed her legs and changed her position, scratching a line on the silk surface of the chaise lounge with her fingernail.

What happens when you twist your knee and walk like that?

It looked so familiar; she was in this position after Lu Yunzhou finished with her that night.

Su Qingwan narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned down.

The next morning, just after seven o'clock.

Lu Yunzhou was catching up on sleep when his phone vibrated under his pillow.

He stumbled out in a daze, but the note on the screen jolted him awake.

"President Su."

He cleared his throat and answered the call.

"Oh, it can even answer the phone."

Su Qingwan's voice drifted from the receiver, carrying the languor of someone just waking up and an inexplicable hint of danger, "What were you busy with last night? I called twice but no one answered."

Lu Yunzhou felt a chill run down his spine.

After finishing that match with Mo Lao last night, and then running into Nightingale's matter, I have no idea where he threw my phone away.

"Something came up last night, and my phone wasn't with me, so I..."

"Twenty minutes."

Su Qingwan interrupted him, her tone light and casual, as if she were saying the weather was nice today, "Manor, I'll wait for you. If you're even a minute late, you'll have to consider the consequences yourself."

Click.

It's over.

Lu Yunzhou glanced at the time, jumped out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face twice.

Ye Churan's door was closed; she was probably still asleep.

He didn't knock or disturb the door. He changed into a clean T-shirt and ran outside, hailing a taxi at the intersection.

"Emerald Manor in the north of the city, quick!"

The driver stepped on the gas, and Lu Yunzhou leaned back in the back seat to catch his breath.

He knew Su Qingwan's tone all too well; the gentler she appeared on the surface, the sharper the knife beneath.

I wonder how much she noticed about what happened last night.

Eighteen minutes.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the manor, and Lu Yunzhou paid the fare and jogged inside.

A maid in a black and white uniform came to greet us from the porch.

"Mr. Lu, Madam requests your presence on the fifth floor."

"The fifth floor?"

"Rooftop gym".

Lu Yunzhou nodded and rushed upstairs.

The entire fifth floor has been converted into a private gym, with floor-to-ceiling windows extending from the floor to the ceiling, allowing morning light to stream in and illuminate the entire space.

The room is fully equipped with treadmills, weight machines, and a free weights area, with a large light gray yoga mat spread out in the corner.

He stopped at the doorway.

Su Qingwan was facing away from him, supporting herself on the yoga mat in a difficult backbend pose.

A black sports vest was cinched at the waist, revealing a section of smooth back, while tight-fitting trousers accentuated the lines of the waist and hips.

As her breathing rose and fell, her shoulder blades slowly contracted, and her waistline stretched into a supple yet sharp arc.

A thin layer of sweat slid down her back, glistening in the light. The only sounds in the air were her breath and the regular ticking of the clock on the wall.

Lu Yunzhou remained silent, but his gaze seemed to be fixed on that arc.

Su Qingwan seemed to have already noticed that there was someone by the door.

She maintained her posture, a faint smile playing on her lips, before calmly rising to her feet.

The ponytail swept through the air, carrying a faint fragrance.

She turned her head to the side, a few strands of wet hair clinging to her skin, her gaze falling on Lu Yunzhou through the bright morning light.

Lu Yunzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained standing at the door.

The two were a dozen steps apart, but the atmosphere suddenly tightened like a string, and even the sunlight seemed scorching.

After seven or eight seconds, Su Qingwan stopped moving, sat sideways on the cushion, and picked up the towel next to her to wipe her neck.

She looked up at Lu Yunzhou standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"What are you standing there for? Come in."

Lu Yunzhou walked over and stood at the edge of the mat.

Su Qingwan looked up at him, supporting herself on the mat with her left hand and throwing a towel onto his chest with her right: "The coach is off today, can you lend a hand and help me with some stretching?"