Lin Qingqing was feeling emo.
She put down her phone, shook off her bathrobe completely onto the floor, ran her hand through her long hair, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Could she be considered a beauty?
Almost a nine-head ratio.
A C cup that was not too big and not too small.
A slender waist that could be easily held.
Long and straight beautiful legs.
Her beauty was the kind that had a cold and intellectual air, especially when she wore glasses, the effect was even better.
Before, she was her godfather's secretary.
Every day she wore OL women's clothing.
She didn't know how many young talents in Hong Kong she had charmed.
Almost every day someone sent her confession messages, every day someone sent her flowers, every day someone was willing to be a simp.
But Lin Qingqing didn't like any of them.
Her innate good fortune allowed her to be adopted by Yu Jinhua, and even inherit Yu Jinhua's amazing wealth.
Her starting point was higher than ordinary people.
She was also a little smarter and more resourceful, which created Lin Qingqing's aloof and arrogant personality.
In her mind, anyone who was not as capable as her godfather was a vulgar person.
Rather than let those unbearable men defile her body, it was better to be alone for the rest of her life.
If she was lonely, she could just use a tool.
Hong Kong people were originally open-minded, and this level of behavior was normal psychological comfort.
There was nothing to be ashamed of.
If she couldn't find a man who could conquer her, then she would be an old maid for the rest of her life.
As a result, she met Chen Feng.
A mysterious man who was above her godfather.
The more she came into contact with him, the deeper she sank.
Chen Feng was like a huge mystery, you could never guess what he was thinking in his heart.
And you also didn't know how much ability he had.
Lin Qingqing admitted that she was trapped.
She wanted to stay by Chen Feng's side.
That's why she persuaded her godfather to buy a villa in Yanjing, preparing to stay by Chen Feng's side to assist him in his work.
One day, Lin Qingqing would use her charm to turn Chen Feng, this refined steel, into a soft touch.
Immersively looking at herself in the mirror, Lin Qingqing muttered to herself: "You can do it, it's just a matter of time. You can't be like Chu Ning, you must win his person and win his heart. You can do it, go for it."
As soon as she finished speaking, her phone suddenly vibrated wildly.
Lin Qingqing shuddered, subconsciously picked up her phone and answered it, saying in surprise: "Hello, President Chen, are you back?"
"Ahem, Miss Lin, this is Lin Zu."
Lin Qingqing suddenly came back to her senses, a look of disappointment on her face, and her voice almost instantly became cold: "Oh, it's you, what's the matter?"
"Miss Lin, what are you doing now? Are you busy?"
Lin Qingqing blinked, suddenly bent down and picked up the bathrobe and put it on, a touch of blush flew across her delicate face, and turned around and hurried back to the sofa.
"What's the matter, tell me."
"Okay, then I'll say it. Did you... go to A Feng's house tonight to report on your work?"
Lin Qingqing put on her bathrobe, wrapped herself tightly in it, then stretched out her jio toes and continued to paint her nails, while replying faintly: "No. He went out tonight."
"Went out? I was wondering. I called him but he didn't answer. What did he go to do?"
"Went rock climbing."
"Doing what? Rock climbing?"
"Yes."
"Miss Lin, are you kidding me? Going rock climbing in the middle of the night?"
Lin Qingqing curled her lips: "Believe it or not. When he wakes up tomorrow, you can call him yourself and ask him. What do you want from me? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up, I'm going to sleep."
"Oh, it's nothing big. I just found a good script and wanted to tell him. Since you didn't see him either, then forget it. I'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Yeah, hang up if there's nothing else."
After saying that, she hung up the phone directly.
She threw her phone aside and continued to concentrate on painting her nails.
This rose-red nail polish was bought specifically for Chen Feng to see, and she originally planned to wear slippers to his house tonight to report on her work.
What a pity!
Never mind!
It's not too late to go tomorrow night, I'll paint them first.
… …
A peaceful night.
The next day.
It was the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year.
There was still one day until New Year's Eve.
Early in the morning, Chen Feng received a call from his mother.
Urging him to return to his hometown.
So, Chen Feng left a message for Lin Qingqing and Lin Zu, and took a taxi back to his hometown alone.
On the way.
Sitting in the car, Chen Feng took out something.
ink jade orchid.
The token of the Orchid Gate that has been passed down for thousands of years.
He had taken it back.
Even though the security system of that building was very good, Chen Feng was still able to walk on flat ground after substituting himself into the role of the Thief King.
The 'Flea on a Drum'’s' parkour skills were very powerful.
In addition to the system's prompts, Chen Feng didn't waste any effort to take the ink jade orchid from the office safe.
He also took away some confidential documents by the way.
Those were some of the evidence of the Wallenberg Consortium's secret operations in Xia Country for many years.
Overseas capital supported many actors.
The asses of those actors were already crooked, and they were constantly exporting bad values to young people, brainwashing the people and poisoning the entertainment industry.
Newcomers like Xu Nuo were just at the bottom.
Xu Ming, the deputy director of Orange TV, was considered the middle level.
There were also some top figures.
Some of them had already been discovered by the country, such as Zhao Dayan, who had disappeared long ago.
Unfortunately, he didn't find the list that Jiang Pingting mentioned.
If there was that list, it was estimated that the entertainment industry could be swept clean.
As for now…
The evidence in his hand could at most expel Mike Martin from the country.
It couldn't hurt the Wallenberg Consortium at all.
Chen Feng put away the ink jade orchid.
Now he just wanted to spend the New Year quietly.
He would deal with things after the New Year.
… …
At the same time.
Yanjing Kang Si Tan Group Building.
In the president's office.
Mike Martin was furious and raging.
Because his office was stolen.
In Yanjing, in the Kang Si Tan Group Building with the most advanced security system, even the most advanced safe in the Global could not protect that ink jade orchid.
Wasn't this a ghost?
Who did it?
An internal spy or an outsider?
If it was an internal spy, it would be more acceptable.
But an outsider?
That would be terrible.
Were there such powerful thieves in modern society?
Mike Martin was anxious.
Because some confidential documents were also stolen along with the ink jade orchid.
Those documents could not see the light.
Once they fell into the hands of the authorities, he could only be kicked out.
Just as Mike Martin was extremely anxious, a figure appeared at the door.
Seeing the person coming, Mike Martin's eyes lit up immediately, and then he told all the core members in the office to get lost, and let them do their best to find the stolen items.
Then, he let the figure at the door into the office.
Closing the door of the office.
Mike Martin looked at the tall man in front of him and said in a low voice: "You are Wu Di?"
"Yes."
The man was wearing a black coat, with a black scarf covering his face, and a baseball cap on his head, only revealing a pair of sinister and red eyes.
Cold and cruel.
Mike Martin smiled: "I heard that your Wu family was a famous assassin family during the Guangxu period. Your grandfather was Wu Yue of the 'Revival Society'’s' Northern Assassination Group, right?"
"Yes."
The man was stingy with words.
A standard assassin style.
Mike Martin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Do you have any clues?"
"Yes."
The man's low voice was as harsh as the scraping of metal: "A Dao Sect master has appeared in Yanjing City. Apart from them, no one can steal things from here."
As he said that, he took out his phone and opened a video.
That was a video that was going viral online.
Under the night, a black shadow that was almost impossible to recognize with the naked eye descended to the roof of the Kang Si Tan Group Building with the help of a rope.
Mike Martin frowned: "This… can't be seen clearly at all."
The man suddenly put away his phone and turned around and said coldly: "I have already found his address."
After saying that, he walked out of the office.
Mike Martin blinked and muttered to himself: "The Outer Eight Sects of China are really amazing. This person should be from the Assassin's Gate, right?"