From the Valkyrie to the Endless

As soon as Shen Qing graduated from college and joined the company, he knew that Song Lingjia was very rich.

But no one would have expected that Song Lingjia would be so rich. The Yunhai Hotel alone is worth at least hundreds of millions. The most terrifying thing is that the Yunhai Hotel is a chain brand and has branches in other cities.

In Shen Qing's eyes, there was suddenly a layer of dazzling golden light on Song Lingjia's body, golden gold.

Song Lingjia reached out and took the room card from Shen Qing, threw it to the front desk, turned around and walked straight to the elevator:

"I'll give you cash for the room, and I'll take you to the presidential suite for the next two days."

Hearing this, Shen Qing had no objection and followed happily. There was no reason to refuse free money. She did not have the bad habit of being self-righteous. She knew better than anyone what to do in what occasion.

After swiping the room card, the elevator went straight up and stopped on the 28th floor.

There was only one room on the 28th floor. When the elevator door opened, a huge living room was in front of him. Behind the bar in the corner, there were piles of wine that Shen Qing had never seen before.

Song Lingjia casually took off the coat she was wearing. Her already plump figure looked even fuller and more plump under the slim-fitting shirt.

She walked straight to the bar, poured a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. The alcohol was obviously very strong and she got drunk quickly, with a faint red cloud appearing on her fair face.

Shen Qing sniffed the aroma of wine in the air. She didn't like drinking, but this smell was very different from the wine she had smelled before. It had a mellow fragrance.

The slightly drunken blush on her face made Song Lingjia's aggressive aura fade a lot. She looked up and saw Shen Qing approaching. She directly covered the bottle cap, turned the wine glass upside down, and waved her hand to urge:

"What are you looking at? Children can't drink. Go, go take a shower. You just came out of the police station and you look so unlucky."

As she spoke, she pushed Shen Qing into the bathroom.

In terms of age alone, Song Lingjia is only twenty-nine this year, not yet thirty, and is actually not much older than Shen Qing. If all the time she spent with Shen Qing is counted, she is even much older than Song Lingjia.

But Song Lingjia obviously didn't think so. Having known each other for so long, she had always treated Shen Qing as a little sister.

Before, she had shown goodwill to Shen Qing, but all of these good intentions were rejected by Shen Qing without exception.

Children who grew up in an orphanage will have some minor flaws in their character. In the past, Shen Qing always had a stubborn streak and was not tactful enough. Perhaps because of his self-esteem, he was even unwilling to accept the help of noble people.

In this regard, Song Lingjia could only treat Shen Qing in a different way, exerting high pressure on her in the name of the boss to help her face the reality. This method, on the contrary, made Shen Qing feel much more comfortable.

This kind of reaction made Song Lingjia once suspect that Shen Qing had a true masochistic tendency.

Over time, she got used to it and even began to enjoy the feeling of oppressing Shen Qing.

Now that we meet again, Shen Qing seems to be much more pleasing to the eye. It is indeed true that people will grow after experiencing great changes.

In the bathroom.

Looking at the bathroom in front of her, which was bigger than the house she rented, and the huge round bathtub, Shen Qing was a little confused for a moment.

Compared with the experiences in ancient times, these scenes before his eyes were even more terrifying for Shen Qing, who had been lying in bed for many years and eventually chose to commit suicide because of the high medical bills that burdened his family.

Now there was not a single bit of vital energy left in her body, and the feeling of weakness as if she was powerless made this kind of mood worse.

'Damn rich people.'

Shen Qing couldn't help but have this thought in his heart, and felt a little sour.

The round bathtub in front of me is more like a bathing pool than a bathtub. After pressing the switch, the bathtub is quickly filled with hot water and the constant temperature system is started.

In terms of enjoyment alone, our current era is undoubtedly far superior to that of the ancients.

Shen Qing quickly took off his clothes and buried himself in the hot water. He squinted his eyes very comfortably, covered his entire face under the water, rolled around at the bottom of the pool, holding his breath and blowing bubbles.

All worries and stress completely disappear without a trace. This feeling of complete relaxation is so subtle that it is easy to sink into it.

Suddenly, Shen Qing seemed to have bumped into a soft water bed. After touching it twice, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He stopped, got out of the water and looked up, just in time to meet Song Lingjia's downcast gaze.

"boss."

The smile on Shen Qing's face froze slightly.

Song Lingjia didn't consider what Shen Qing was thinking. She sat by the bathtub, stretched her body, and her proud figure was in full view:

"Give me a massage on the shoulder. I've been running for you all day. I'm covered in dust and exhausted."

Shen Qing leaned over a little awkwardly, applying force carefully. The skin under her fingers had the warm touch unique to a mature woman. The warm water slid down the skin, and the water droplets hung on the delicate collarbone, making it look even more translucent.

"Didn't you eat enough just now?"

The president opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the weak employee with some dissatisfaction.

Shen Qing immediately sat up straight and increased the strength in his hands. His wet hair stuck to his shoulders, his fair and delicate skin was steaming with moisture, his face was slightly red, and because of his lack of physical strength, some blood was rushing to his head.

After soaking for about ten minutes, Song Lingjia got up with satisfaction, wiped the water off his body, pushed the door and left the bathroom.

Wearing a bathrobe and wrapping her hair with a towel, Song Lingjia walked to the balcony outside the bathroom and overlooked half of Yunhai City.

After a moment, she turned around, glanced at the closed bathroom door, and immediately made a phone call.

"Notify the police station to check the status of the fraud case involving Shen Qing."

"Who is Shen Qing? What does it have to do with you? Why are you talking so much? Go check it out!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Lingjia hung up the phone. A few minutes later, his cell phone vibrated with a text message.

[Someone from the General Administration of Psychic Power is watching this case, and progress is very fast. They have already locked on the target and will prepare to arrest him tomorrow.]

Along with the text message, there was also a multimedia message with a resume attached.

"Yunhai University... Chang Lidan..."

Looking at the content of the MMS, Song Lingjia narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and dialed the number again, saying briefly:

"Have him disappear tonight. I don't want to see him on the morning news."

After hanging up the phone, Song Lingjia breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the neon night scene in the distance with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

No matter how much money or power you have, after a hundred years, it will all turn into dust. Except for the descendants of gods, everything before your eyes is fake and just a passing cloud.

It’s a pity that the bloodline of one’s birth has determined the fate of everyone, and some people are born to be superior to others.

pat-

With a slight sound, the bathroom door slowly opened, and Shen Qing walked out on tiptoe wrapped in a bathrobe. With bursts of water mist, his face became more rosy and full of energy.

Song Lingjia curled the corners of his mouth slightly, deleted the text message on his phone, walked into the room as usual, untied the belt of his bathrobe around his waist, and drew the curtains.

"Come here and help me put on lotion."

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The next morning.

Song Lingjia opened her eyes drowsily, and the bed beside her was already cold.

After searching the room for a while, she finally saw Shen Qing.

On the balcony, Shen Qing sat cross-legged with his back to her, his back faintly rising and falling, as if he was stretching.

Song Lingjia lowered his head and swiped the screen of his mobile phone. When he saw the new text message, a hint of surprise and suspicion flashed across his eyes uncontrollably.

[Chang Lidan is dead. The police acted earlier than planned. They suddenly rushed out in the middle of the night. Chang Lidan wanted to surrender, but was shot dead. It seems that there was more than one person who wanted to kill him. There is suspicion behind this.]

After calming down, Song Lingjia deleted the text message, stood up and opened the balcony door.

Shen Qing faced the rising sun, the golden morning light cast a warm glow on her face. After a moment, she opened her eyes and exhaled.

After waking up in the morning, she tried to operate the Star Source Secret Book and began her first practice in this era.

The effect of this practice was better than she had imagined. She had gained something, so it couldn't be said that there was no achievement at all.

At least the Star Source Secret Book can still draw some power from the sun, which is quite difficult when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is almost exhausted.

"Do you have the habit of practicing internal skills?"

Song Lingjia raised his eyebrows, figured out something, and was a little surprised.

"I learned the breathing method from someone before." Shen Qing nodded: "Boss, do you want to learn it? I can teach you."

This is the true words. Song Lingjia treats her well, there is no doubt about that. Shen Qing is not reluctant to give up a method of cultivation.

"No need. If you have the energy, you might as well run a few more laps. The more you practice, the weaker you will become."

There was obvious contempt in Song Lingjia's eyes. He was so tired and breathless just from massaging her shoulders. It seemed that her internal energy training was really not that good.

What's more, this kind of internal energy cultivated by breathing method is worth at least eighty times on the Internet. It is worthless and was excavated from tombs by archaeologists from all walks of life.

However, in today's world where the power of blood is rampant, even if you practice, you can't change anything.

Some people want to change their fate by doing this, and they practice from childhood to old age, day and night, but in the end they still cannot go against the will of heaven.

Shen Qing shook her head and said nothing. If there was no sundial, she might have chosen to give up practicing and live a dull life.

But as someone who once held great power in his hands, Shen Qing would never be willing to do so.

"I'm going to give you two more days off. You stay here. Things are not peaceful these days. Try not to go out alone. After two days, go back to work. Do you understand?"

Song Lingjia stared at Shen Qing until she nodded, then he left with satisfaction.

It is of course impossible to go to work. Working to earn that little money is a complete waste of time.

Shen Qing already had some ideas about what to do next.

Soon, she closed her eyes again and began to breathe in the remaining essence of the sun.

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In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

Shen Qing was not in a peaceful mood these two days because she discovered a very tricky thing.

In the past two days, she often went out alone. With her keen intuition acquired through years of practice, Shen Qing easily discovered that someone was following her.

And there is more than one group of people.

Shen Qing quickly guessed the origin of one of the parties, which was none other than the General Administration of Psychic Energy.

It was obvious that the General Administration of Psychic Energy had not yet dispelled its suspicion of her. Under such surveillance, Shen Qing would be restricted in whatever she wanted to do.

As for the other group of people, Shen Qing has never had much clue. Compared with the people arranged by the General Administration of Psychic Energy, the tracking methods of this group of people are obviously much cruder and their origins are unknown.

Shen Qing now has only two options: either confess his identity to the General Administration of Psychic Energy, or continue to wait.

Obviously, Shen Qing didn't have that much time to waste with them.

The top floor of the hotel.