Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing finally compromised.

He assigned Sun Guixiang and Liu Hongbo the title of "business consultant" in the company, with a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan each.

The job duties are as follows:

There are no work duties, no need to clock in, no need to be in the office, no need to report, no need to produce results, as long as their monthly salary is deposited into their account on time.

The money comes from the company's account, 40,000 yuan every month, without fail.

These two individuals have never created a single penny of value for the company, nor have they ever even stepped foot inside the company premises.

As Zhou Haibing was thinking about these things, the car had already arrived at the residential area where Sun Guixiang and Liu Hongbo lived.

He parked his car in the underground garage and glanced at the surrounding parking spaces.

Sun Guixiang's white Porsche Macan was parked in parking space 21 of area A, and Liu Hongbo's black Range Rover was parked in parking space 22 of area A. The two cars were parked side by side, their paint shiny and well-maintained.

These cars will all be going into his Shennong Space in a little while.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 15th floor.

The elevator doors opened, and he walked to the door of room 1503 and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened almost immediately, as if someone was standing behind it waiting for him.

Sun Guixiang stood at the door, wearing a pink silk nightgown, the hem of which was so short it only reached her upper thighs.

The neckline was so low it couldn't be lower, with two thin straps hanging on her shoulders, looking like they might slip down at any moment.

Her face was covered in exquisite makeup—

No, it's not just that she's wearing makeup; she's had it all redone. All that spa treatment at the beauty salon was probably a waste; her makeup is brand new now.

She wore a thick layer of foundation, heavy eyeshadow, and glossy lip gloss. Her whole body reeked of strong perfume, so strong it made one's nose sting.

Her hair had been redone, loosely tied into a bun, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears, giving off a deliberately "lazy" vibe.

I don't know what I've padded my breasts with, but they're bulging outwards, and the fabric of my nightgown is almost bursting through them.

"Brother-in-law~ You've finally arrived~"

Sun Guixiang's voice was so sweet it gave you goosebumps. She reached out and affectionately took Zhou Haibing's arm.

Her entire weight pressed down on him, her full breasts pressed tightly against his upper arm, the sensation so clear even through his clothes that it made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

She pulled Zhou Haibing inside, completely ignoring Liu Hongbo sitting in the living room.

Liu Hongbo sat on the sofa, wearing a floral shirt, his hair was styled with hair gel and combed until it was shiny, and he wore a huge designer watch on his wrist.

He saw Sun Guixiang walk in arm in arm with Zhou Haibing, but he only raised his eyelids slightly before continuing to fiddle with his phone, as if he hadn't seen anything and nothing concerned him.

Zhou Haibing is disgusting.

He forcefully pulled his arm back, breaking free from Sun Guixiang's grasp, strode to the sofa, and plopped down, leaving a person's distance between himself and Liu Hongbo.

Sun Guixiang was taken aback by his actions for a moment, but quickly regained her sweet smile and followed him, swaying her hips.

He plopped down next to Zhou Haibing, so close that their thighs were almost touching.

"Brother-in-law, are you thirsty? Let me get you some water."

Sun Guixiang stood up and bent down to pick up the teapot on the coffee table. The neckline of her nightgown was wide open, and from Zhou Haibing's angle, it was completely visible.

Zhou Haibing turned his head and looked at Liu Hongbo on the other side.

Liu Hongbo then raised his head and smiled at Zhou Haibing, a perfunctory smile that seemed to be just going through the motions.

"Brother-in-law, please sit down. Guixiang, go and take the watermelon out of the refrigerator and cut it up."

"Okay," Sun Guixiang replied coquettishly, swaying her hips as she went to the kitchen.

A moment later, Sun Guixiang came out with a fruit platter. The watermelon was cut into small pieces and had a few toothpicks stuck in it.

She placed the fruit platter in front of Zhou Haibing, then brought over two cups of tea, one for Zhou Haibing and one for Liu Hongbo, before pouring herself a glass of water.

The three people sat in the living room, with Sun Guixiang sitting next to Zhou Haibing and Liu Hongbo sitting on the single sofa opposite.

"Brother-in-law," Sun Guixiang's eyes sparkled, full of anticipation.

"Where's that LV bag you bought me? Show it to me!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Liu Hongbo chimed in, rubbing his hands together.

"Brother-in-law, where's that green Submariner you bought me?"

Zhou Haibing picked up the teacup, took a slow sip, and then put the cup back on the coffee table.

He looked at Sun Guixiang's meticulously made-up face, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"No rush," he said, "let's talk about something else first."

Sun Guixiang was taken aback and was about to ask what was wrong when her eyes met Zhou Haibing's.

Zhou Haibing's pupils seemed to dilate in that instant, like two black doors suddenly opening, and an invisible force poured out from those eyes, directly into the depths of Sun Guixiang's consciousness.

Before Sun Guixiang could close her open mouth, her expression changed from expectation to confusion, from confusion to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to blankness.

Her eyes were like two fogged mirrors, the light within them extinguished in an instant.

She was still wearing her pink silk nightgown, her exquisite makeup still on, but it felt as if something had been drained from her body.

All that's left is an empty shell, a shell that still breathes and beats, but has no soul.

Liu Hongbo was drinking tea and didn't notice his wife's change.

He took a sip of water, put down the cup, and looked up to see Sun Guixiang sitting there motionless, staring straight ahead like a wax figure.

"cinnamon?"

Liu Hongbo called out.

Sun Guixiang did not respond.

"Gui Xiang!" Liu Hongbo's voice rose a few octaves, and he leaned forward, reaching out to push Sun Gui Xiang's shoulder.

"What's wrong? I'm calling you!"

Sun Guixiang's body swayed slightly from the push, but her expression remained unchanged; her eyes still held that chilling emptiness.

Like a machine whose power-on password has been forgotten, it cannot be woken up no matter how you try to wake it.

Liu Hongbo's hand froze in mid-air. He slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Haibing.

His eyes were filled with doubt and an inexplicable unease; his lips moved, and his voice was somewhat strained:

"Sister, brother-in-law, what happened to Guixiang? She was fine just now, how could she suddenly be like this—"

Zhou Haibing looked at him, the curve of her lips unchanged, her voice as calm as if she were saying, "The weather is nice today."

"Gui Xiang is alright."

Then his gaze locked onto Liu Hongbo's eyes.

The moment Liu Hongbo's eyes met his, it was like a lake surface frozen by a stone thrown in—all emotions flashed through it.

Doubt, unease, vigilance—

Everything was shattered, swallowed, and submerged by that invisible ripple.

His pupils contracted sharply at first, then dilated rapidly. The muscles around his eyes relaxed inch by inch, and his expression changed from tense to relaxed, and from relaxed to blank.

His head lowered slightly, his chin almost touching his chest, and his hands hung at his sides.

He lay motionless on the single sofa like a lump of mud with its bones removed, his eyes vacant, his mouth slightly open, revealing a row of teeth stained yellow with tobacco.

The living room fell silent.