From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

As the drinking progressed, both of them became somewhat tipsy.

Lu Yunzhou poured himself another cup of rice wine, rested his elbow on the table, and looked at Luo Qingyi, whose eyes and nose were red, like a rabbit that had been bullied badly.

"Don't drink it, Sister Qingyi, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"fine……"

Luo Qingyi waved her hand, smiling a little foolishly, "I'm so happy tonight. Meeting someone like you is really... worth it."

Lu Yunzhou reached out and took her cup away, placing it out of her reach: "Alright, alright, if it's worth it, stop drinking."

Luo Qingyi tilted her head to look at him, her eyes unfocused, and after a long while she murmured, "Yunzhou."

"Um?"

"Don't leave tonight."

When she uttered those four words, her voice was so soft it was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind outside the window.

She kept her head down, twisting the corner of her apron in her hands, her ears burning red.

The living room was silent for several seconds.

Lu Yunzhou paused, his hand holding the cup of rice wine faltering, his throat dry.

"Sister Qingyi, you've had too much to drink."

"I didn't add any more."

Luo Qingyi raised her face, her eyes glazed with intoxication, her voice trembling slightly, "I'm speaking from the heart... I've been alone for too long, and with you here tonight, I... don't want to be alone."

When she stood up, she swayed and fell forward. Lu Yunzhou instinctively reached out and caught her.

The moment her arms wrapped around me, the faint scent of her shower gel wafted into my nostrils.

Body heat radiated through the thin knit sweater, making one's scalp tingle.

Luo Qingyi buried her face in his shoulder, her breath hitting the side of his neck.

Lu Yunzhou froze for two or three seconds.

Alcohol and blood surged through the body, causing the true energy of the "Creation Technique" to circulate uncontrollably, and the dantian to feel hot.

He took a deep breath, trying to straighten the person.

Luo Qingyi's hand gripped his lapel, not with much force, but she couldn't let go.

"...If you think I'm bad, just pretend I didn't say anything."

She buried her face in his shoulder, her voice hoarse and soft.

Lu Yunzhou looked down at the woman in her early thirties in his arms.

The hospital director, entangled with her ex-husband, and a loner, all fell apart in front of him, leaving only the words "Don't go."

He didn't say anything more.

He tightened his grip, encircling the person completely.

……

The city lights outside the window stayed on all night.

Later, the panting in the bedroom was drowned out by the intermittent traffic outside, and only the intertwined breathing of the two people remained on the pillow, one heavy and one light, from rapid to calm.

The rain started falling at some point, pattering against the windowpane.

……

early morning.

Lu Yunzhou was woken up by his phone alarm.

He opened his eyes; the ceiling was unfamiliar.

The blankets beside me were empty, and there was a small dent on the pillow, the warmth gone.

Luo Qingyi has already left.

There was a sticky note on the bedside table with neat handwriting:

"There's porridge in the fridge. Microwave it for two minutes. Just close the door; no need to lock it."

A line of smaller text was added afterward:

"Don't get the wound wet."

Lu Yunzhou picked up the note and read it twice, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He stretched, and his joints cracked a series of times.

When I sat up, something inside my body felt different.

He paused.

Close your eyes and let your consciousness sink into your dantian.

The speed at which the true qi circulated in the meridians was almost twice as fast as yesterday, and the thickness was also completely different.

The barrier that was originally between the sixth and seventh orifices now feels as thin as paper.

Lu Yunzhou's heart raced, and he immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating the "Creation Technique".

The true energy circulated through the twelve meridians for three major cycles. On the fourth cycle, the power accumulated in the dantian suddenly crashed into that barrier.

"Click."

The sound, like ice shattering, exploded in my mind.

The seventh acupoint is broken.

A large amount of pure true energy surged out from the seventh orifice and flowed into the limbs and bones.

The flow of energy in my meridians doubled, and my whole body felt as if it had been cleansed from the inside out.

Lu Yunzhou clenched his fists, feeling the power hidden in the muscles of his arms, ready to explode at any moment.

His condition was even more intense than the night he killed Old Mo.

He exhaled a long breath and opened his eyes.

The records in my mind about "dual cultivation breakthrough" matched up one by one.

The aura of a person with a special constitution can neutralize the violent true energy within a cultivator's body, aiding in breakthroughs.

Luo Qingyi and Ye Churan both have that kind of constitution.

No wonder last night...

Lu Yunzhou touched his face, forcibly suppressing the chaotic images in his mind, and got out of bed.

I took a shower, heated up the congee in the refrigerator, and fried two eggs.

After finishing the meal, I washed the dishes and wiped the kitchen countertop clean.

He righted the coffee table that Zhou Zeyuan had kicked over last night, threw the chipped vase into the trash can, and tidied up the living room.

Just as I was about to leave, my phone vibrated.

Feng Qianyi's WeChat message: Discharged from the hospital?

Come to the company.

Lu Yunzhou replied with an "okay," closed the door, and went downstairs.

I hailed a taxi at the entrance of the residential compound and gave them the address of Fengming Group.

The car moved slowly and stopped frequently in the morning rush hour traffic, and after more than twenty minutes it stopped in front of the Fengming Group building.

Lu Yunzhou swiped his card to enter and took the elevator straight to the top floor.

At the end of the corridor, Secretary Xiaoya was carrying a stack of documents out. Seeing him nod, she said, "President Feng is inside. You can go in directly."

Push open the door.

In the office, Feng Qianyi sat behind a large desk, talking on the phone with a furrowed brow and an unfriendly tone.

"...I don't care what method you use, you must submit the new contractor's qualification documents by Wednesday. The project in the eastern suburbs has been stalled for almost a month, and if it drags on any longer, the entire quarter's construction will be wasted."

She hung up the phone and tossed it onto the table.

Feng Qianyi wasn't wearing a business suit today.

She wore a cream-colored turtleneck sweater paired with dark khaki wide-leg pants, and her hair was loose, draped over her shoulders.

She looked completely different from her usual decisive and efficient female CEO persona, exuding a more relaxed and domestic vibe.

Lu Yunzhou walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Feng Qianyi glanced at him, her gaze lingering on his right shoulder.

"How's the injury?"

"He's almost fully recovered."

Lu Yunzhou stretched his shoulders a couple of times to show her, "It's nothing serious."

Feng Qianyi stared at him for two seconds, but didn't ask any further questions.

She picked up a document from the table, flipped through it, and threw it in front of him.

"Regarding the East Suburb Resort, Wang Daqiang's contract has been terminated, but a new contractor has not yet been finalized. Fengshan is using this as an excuse to say that I am incompetent in management."

Lu Yunzhou flipped through a couple of pages, then looked up: "So, you summoned me here?"

Feng Qianyi leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked him over.

"Last time I went to the construction site, Shen Luoyan told me that you took down more than twenty people by yourself."

"Those guys are easy to beat."

"Your right shoulder was pierced by a military knife, but you'll be able to move freely again in three days."

Feng Qianyi lowered her voice slightly, "Lu Yunzhou, just who are you?"

Lu Yunzhou smiled and said, "President Feng, I'm just a veteran, so my physical condition is better than the average person's."

Feng Qianyi's eyes told her she didn't believe it.

But she didn't investigate further and tapped her fingers on the table.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. The project at the entertainment center has stalled, and I need someone reliable and capable to keep an eye on it."

Halfway through his sentence, there was a knock on the office door.

Xiaoya poked half her head in: "President Feng, Mr. Fengshan is downstairs and says he wants to come up."

Feng Qianyi's expression darkened for a moment.

Lu Yunzhou noticed that her grip on the document tightened slightly, then loosened, and nodded to Xiaoya: "Let him come up."

She turned to look at Lu Yunzhou and lowered her voice: "Don't say anything later, just watch."

Lu Yunzhou leaned back on the sofa and nodded.