From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

The next day at noon, Lu Yunzhou placed four dishes and a bowl of soup on the table one after another. He carried the last bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup out of the kitchen with one hand. Mu Qingying followed the aroma and ran over in her slippers.

"Senior, let me serve it to you."

"There's only soup left. Get the bowl and chopsticks."

Mu Qingying took out three sets of bowls and chopsticks from the sterilizer, ran around to set them up, and as soon as she sat down, she picked up a piece of sauerkraut fish, which burned her and made her gasp repeatedly.

"It's delicious, senior. You'd definitely be a hit if you opened a private restaurant."

Su Qingwan rose from the chaise lounge, sat down, and scanned the dishes. She then turned over the pickled fish with her chopsticks: "A change of pace today?"

"There's a black carp in the fridge, it's just sitting there anyway."

She picked up a piece of green vegetable: "With this cooking skill, you can make a living here."

Mu Qingying swallowed the fish, then rested her chin on her hand and leaned towards Su Qingwan: "Aunt Wan, there's a French Impressionist art exhibition at the Chengnan Art Museum this afternoon. I searched for ages before I finally got tickets. Would you like my senior to come with me?"

Lu Yunzhou had just looked up when Su Qingwan put down her chopsticks: "He has something to do this afternoon and can't go."

"What's wrong?"

"The group needs to coordinate a security project, and we can't do without him."

Mu Qingying turned to her for help: "Senior?"

Lu Yunzhou shrugged: "Work comes first, I'll make it up to you next time."

"All right……"

The dining table had been quiet for a moment when a pair of icy sandals pressed against Lu Yunzhou's calf, moving up his calf, past his knee, and against his inner thigh. The force was light, but each touch carried a clear provocation.

His muscles tensed instantly, and he looked up at Su Qingwan.

Su Qingwan was putting a piece of tofu into her mouth, her expression unchanged, and she didn't even glance in his direction.

The tablecloth covered their legs, and Mu Qingying continued to eat her fish with her head down, completely unaware of the confrontation under the table.

The heel changed angle, and the pointed toe extended an inch upwards.

Lu Yunzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, his chopsticks tapped against the rim of his bowl, and he desperately tried to look at him with pleading eyes, his lips moving silently: "Please, stop making trouble."

Su Qingwan finally raised her eyes, unable to hide the smile on her lips, and then pushed off again with her foot.

"Senior, why is your face so red? Did you put too much chili in it?"

Mu Qingying leaned closer with a worried look, and Lu Yunzhou quickly turned his head and coughed twice: "Yes, he choked."

"Drink water quickly."

She pushed the cup towards him, and Lu Yunzhou took it and gulped down two mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and the shoe remained firmly planted on his thigh.

Su Qingwan put down her chopsticks and picked up her empty glass: "Lu Yunzhou, pour me a glass of warm water, my throat is dry."

Lu Yunzhou glanced at the tablecloth, which only covered his knees and above, then looked at his pants, and his expression changed instantly.

The abnormality on his pants couldn't be hidden from anyone; standing up now would expose him on the spot.

"President Su, there's pork rib soup on the table. It'll quench your thirst."

"I don't want soup, I want warm water."

She looked at Lu Yunzhou, her shoe tip pressing down slightly, an inch harder than usual, clearly waiting for him to get up.

Lu Yunzhou gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Aunt Wan, I'll go pick her up."

Mu Qingying grabbed a cup and ran into the kitchen. Lu Yunzhou seized those few seconds to shovel the leftover rice and fish into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and swallowed it down without chewing properly.

"My stomach doesn't feel well, I'm going to the restroom."

He rushed out of the restaurant, his steps so hurried that he almost bumped into the door frame.

Mu Qingying returned with two glasses of water, staring blankly at the empty seat: "Where's my senior?"

Su Qingwan wiped her lips with a tissue: "My stomach isn't feeling well, I had diarrhea."

"Should we get him some medicine?"

"Don't worry about him, he's just overeating."

The bathroom door was locked from the inside. Lu Yunzhou leaned against the tiles and let out a long breath.

This woman is determined to kill him.

Mu Qingying was right across from him. How dare Su Qingwan provoke him under the table? If he were discovered, would he have to explain, "Your Aunt Wan rubbed my thigh with her high heels?"

He glanced down at his condition, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on his face.

Five minutes later, Lu Yunzhou returned to the living room. The dining table had been cleaned up, Su Qingwan was nowhere to be seen, and Mu Qingying was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone.

"Senior, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I just ate too fast."

"Take it slow next time, no one's going to take it from you."

Lu Yunzhou chuckled twice, but didn't dare to reply.

At 1:40 PM, as the wheels rolled over the gravel outside the door, Lu Yunzhou looked through the floor-to-ceiling window and saw a black Mercedes-Benz van parked in front of the villa.

Two burly men in black got out of the car, their steps steady, with bulges at their waists, clearly indicating they were carrying weapons.

Lu Yunzhou stood up on guard, and the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the stairs immediately followed.

Su Qingwan had already changed her clothes. Her chestnut hair was tied up at the back of her head, revealing her neck and a section of her collarbone. Her makeup was a bit heavier than usual, and her eyebrows were sharply arched.

She wore a fitted dark blue blazer over a matching long skirt, and stepped onto the last step in seven-centimeter pointed stilettos, instantly banishing her previous languidness.

Two burly men pushed open the door and bowed, greeting, "President Su."

Su Qingwan nodded and turned to Lu Yunzhou: "Get ready, come with me."

"Where to?"

You'll find out soon enough.

She raised her hand towards one of them: "Give him the box."

The burly man took a black hard-shell case from the car and handed it to Lu Yunzhou with both hands; its heavy weight weighed down his wrists.

"Go to the guest room and change. Five minutes."

Su Qingwan turned around and instructed another person to warm up the car. Lu Yunzhou carried the suitcase into the guest room, put the suitcase on the bed, and opened the buckles on both sides.

The lid of the box was lifted, and on the top was a black slim-fit suit. The fabric was thicker than ordinary cloth, and when you pinched the cuff with your fingertips, you could feel the fine fiber texture.

This is bulletproof fabric.

Next to the suit was a flesh-colored wireless headset, only the size of a fingernail, which was a professional-grade communication device.

These were nothing compared to what truly sent chills down Lu Yunzhou's spine. Hidden in a secret compartment at the bottom of the box was something else entirely.

He lifted the partition, his hand hovering in mid-air for several seconds before falling.

A Glock 19 lay in the hidden compartment, its body jet black, the matte finish eliminating all reflections, with two fully loaded magazines neatly stacked beside it.

The bronze-colored bullet lay at the bottom of the dimly lit box, gleaming coldly.

The magazine was filled with live ammunition.

During his years in the army, he handled Type 54 and Type 92 rifles and participated in a lot of shooting range training, but after being discharged, he never touched a gun again.

What exactly does Su Qingwan want to take him to do?

The simultaneous appearance of bulletproof suits, live-fire pistols, and professional communication headsets indicates that this is definitely not just an ordinary security project.

There was a knock on the door twice, and Su Qingwan urged from inside, "Three minutes left, hurry up."

Lu Yunzhou exhaled, took off his T-shirt and sweatpants, and put on a bulletproof suit. The fabric clung to his body, and the shoulder width and sleeve length were exactly as measured, clearly indicating that it had been measured in advance.

He inserted the headset into his right ear, checked the magazine, and loaded it. He then tucked the Glock into the inside pocket of his suit, the cool metal pressing against his ribs through his shirt.

The door opened, and Su Qingwan was leaning against the wall in the corridor waiting for him. Her gaze swept from her collar to the tips of her shoes, and her lips moved slightly.

"She's presentable enough."

Lu Yunzhou didn't respond, only staring at her: "President Su, what exactly happened today?"

Su Qingwan turned and walked towards the door, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

"Let's talk after we get in the car."