Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

"Men always have weaknesses."

Zhang Qilin stared at her for a long time, raindrops dripping from his chin into his shirt collar.

Finally, he stubbed out his cigarette and nodded slightly.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the reception room, the city lights gradually illuminated the twilight.

Li Wei checked her lipstick one last time in front of the makeup mirror. It was Chanel Velvet No. 62, a "man-slaying" color.

A wisp of fir scent wafted in as the door opened.

Qin Luo was much younger than she had imagined; the sleeves of her white shirt were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her well-defined forearms.

The most deadly thing was those eyes, amber in color, that looked like they had hooks when they looked at people.

"Miss Li?"

His voice was even lower than it had been on the phone.

"President Chen has gone on a business trip unexpectedly."

Li Wei deliberately swayed as she stood up, and Qin Luo reached out to support her.

The moment their palms touched, she leaned into his arms.

"Excuse me, my high heels."

She tilted her head back and deliberately breathed on his Adam's apple.

Qin Luo didn't move, letting her stay close to him.

Li Wei could smell a faint scent of cedar from his collar, mixed with a dangerous metallic odor.

She suddenly became unsure who the hunter was.

"Does Mr. Qin need a secretary?"

She ran her fingers across his chest.

"I can do everything."

Qin Luo smiled.

This laugh made the hairs on the back of Li Wei's neck stand on end, as if she had been licked by a wild beast.

At the auction, crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.

Zhang Qilin sat in the front row, dressed in a sharp suit, but his palms were already soaked with sweat.

"Nine hundred million for the first time, nine hundred million for the second time, nine hundred million for the third time. Sold! Congratulations to Mr. Zhang Qilin of Zhang's Real Estate!"

As the auction gavel slammed down, the entire hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Zhang Qilin forced a smile and mechanically stood up to greet those around him.

When he saw that familiar figure in the corner, his heart skipped a beat. Chen Yihan, the president of Hualong Capital, was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhang."

Someone patted him on the shoulder.

"thanks, thanks."

Zhang Qilin responded casually, but his gaze remained fixed on Chen Yihan's departing figure.

Back in his office, Zhang Qilin immediately dialed Chen Yihan's number.

"Beep beep. The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

After his third failed attempt, Zhang Qilin slammed his phone onto the sofa. His assistant, Xiao Wang, stood trembling in the doorway.

"Mr. Zhang, what about Hualong Capital?"

"Get the car ready, I'm heading to Hualong right now!"

The glass curtain wall of the Hualong Capital headquarters building reflected the blinding sunlight. Zhang Qilin strode towards the front desk.

"I want to see Ivy Chen."

The receptionist gave a professional smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Chen's schedule is full today."

Tell her that Zhang Qilin has an urgent matter!

"General Manager Chen specifically instructed that no guests be seen today."

Zhang Qilin's face turned ashen. He turned and walked toward the elevator, but was stopped by two security guards.

"Mr. Zhang, please don't put us in a difficult position."

Meanwhile, in the top-floor office of Hualong Capital, Qin Luo was staring at the computer screen.

The screen displayed Secretary Li's detailed information, photos of her partying at nightclubs, intimate photos with different men, and even several blurry videos.

"This woman certainly knows how to have fun."

Qin Luo sneered and closed his laptop.

A knock sounded at the door, and Secretary Li swayed her hips as she walked in, her black bodycon dress outlining her alluring curves.

"President Qin~" Her voice was sickeningly sweet.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Qin Luo didn't even look up.

"Close the door."

Secretary Li, with a smug look in her eyes, gently closed the door, walked to Qin Luo's side, and lightly brushed her fingers across his shoulder.

"Mr. Qin, you work so hard, would you like me to help you?"

"enough."

Qin Luo coldly interrupted her.

"I'm not interested in you."

Secretary Li's face stiffened for a moment, then she forced a smile.

"President Qin is such a gentleman~" She took a USB drive out of her bag.

"However, I think you would be interested in this."

Qin Luo finally looked up.

"what?"

"Evidence of Zhang Qilin's tax evasion over the years, and the truth behind the construction site accident three years ago."

Secretary Li lowered her voice.

“He gave the deceased’s family hush money, but I have the surveillance footage.”

Qin Luo narrowed his eyes.

"Make a price."

"Five hundred thousand, in cash."

"make a deal."

That afternoon, Chen Yihan knocked on Zhang Qilin's office door.

"A rare guest indeed."

Zhang Qilin suppressed his anger.

"Isn't Mr. Chen very busy?"

Chen Yihan smiled slightly and placed the USB drive on the table.

"President Qin asked me to give this to you."

Zhang Qilin plugged the computer in with a puzzled look, and when the screen appeared, his face turned deathly pale.

"This is impossible!"

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Qin asked me to pass on a message to you."

Chen Yihan's voice was soft yet cold.

He'll give you 24 hours to think about it.

Zhang Qilin slumped into a chair, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

After Chen Yihan left, he immediately dialed her number.

"let's talk."

In the café, the soft piano music contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere.

Zhang Qilin clenched his fists tightly.

"What do you want?"

Chen Yihan stirred her coffee gracefully.

"That piece of land."

"You think you can just take this land worth nine hundred million for free?"

"A dollar."

Chen Yihan put down her spoon.

"Mr. Qin said that if you transfer the money to him for one yuan, he will guarantee the safety of your family."

Zhang Qilin suddenly stood up, knocking over his coffee cup, the dark brown liquid spreading across the white tablecloth.

"This is extortion!"

Chen Yihan remained unmoved.

"Mr. Zhang, you understand the weight of this evidence better than I do. Tax evasion can be paid back, but a murder case..."

She drew out the word meaningfully.

Zhang Qilin slumped down, his voice hoarse.

"I promise."

The moment the contract was signed, Zhang Qilin seemed to age ten years.

He signed his name with trembling hands and slammed the pen to the ground.

Tell Qin Luo that he won.

A biting night wind swept across the Minjiang Bridge. Zhang Qilin stood by the railing, his phone displaying his wife's last message.

"The creditors are here again, we can't hold on any longer."

He closed his eyes and leaped.

The next morning, Qin Luo was having breakfast when Chen Yihan rushed over.

"President Qin, Zhang Qilin's wife and son jumped off a building last night."

Qin Luo paused, his coffee cup momentarily still.

"what happened?"

"It's said to be because of debt problems; the creditors are pressuring us too much."

Qin Luo put down his cup, his brows furrowed.

"I only want that piece of land."

Chen Yihan asked cautiously.

"What should we do with that piece of land?"

"give it to you."

Qin Luo regained his composure.

"Take action as soon as possible."

A week later, Chen Yihan excitedly reported back.

"President Qin, the land has been sold for 650 million!"

Qin Luo nodded.

"Well done."

He signed a check and pushed it over.

"One million, your bonus."

Chen Yihan's eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin! I... I would like to invite you to dinner to express my gratitude."

Qin Luo rarely showed a smile.

"Okay."

Chen Yihan's apartment is decorated in a simple yet cozy style.

She was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, the spatula and wok making cheerful sounds.

"President Qin, please have a seat, it will be ready soon." She leaned out, her cheeks slightly flushed from the heat.

Qin Luo sat on the sofa and looked around.

Several ink paintings hung on the wall, and economics books and several novels were neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

Unlike the home he had imagined for a strong, independent woman, this place exuded a warm, homey atmosphere.

"I didn't expect Mr. Chen to be able to cook."

Qin Luo walked to the kitchen door.

Chen Yihan turned around and smiled.

"Sichuanese people know how to cook a few dishes from a young age. But I made it a little lighter today because I was afraid you wouldn't like spicy food."

On the dining table, four dishes and a soup were presented in a variety of colors, aromas, and flavors.

Chen Yihan poured Qin Luo a glass of red wine.

"President Qin, I salute you."

The wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Qin Luo tasted the dish and nodded in surprise.

"good."

"Dad, don't worry, I'll be right back!"

Chen Yihan hung up the phone, her fingers trembling slightly, her face as pale as paper.

Qin Luo put down his chopsticks, his brows furrowed.

"What happened?"

"My dad suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and is currently being treated in the hospital."

Chen Yihan's voice was trembling with tears as she hurriedly got up.

"I have to catch the last flight back."

Qin Luo immediately stood up.

"I send you."

"No, you just drank alcohol."

Chen Yihan shook her head and began packing her belongings.

Qin Luo slapped his forehead.

"Yes, I called a designated driver."

However, when the driver saw the silver-gray Koenigsegg, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Boss, I dare not drive this car! If I scratch it, my annual salary wouldn't be enough to pay for the repairs!"

"I'll give you double the price."

Qin Luo frowned.

The designated driver waved his hands repeatedly and backed away.

"It's not about the money, this car is too precious."

Qin Luo glanced at his phone; Didi showed that it would be another twenty minutes before a car would accept his order.

He scratched his head in frustration. The airport was at least thirty minutes away, and there simply wasn't enough time.

Just then, the elevator opened with a "ding," and Liu Piaopiao, dressed in a police uniform and carrying a briefcase, walked out. Seeing the two standing in the corridor, she asked in confusion.

"what happened?"

"Teacher Liu!"

Qin Luo's eyes lit up.

"Chen Yihan had an emergency at home and needed to go to the airport immediately, but I had been drinking."

Without saying a word, Liu Piaopiao took out her car keys.

"I'll take her."

Chen Yihan bowed gratefully.

"Thank you so much!"

"Don't be shy, let's go."

Liu Piaopiao turned around and pressed the elevator button with a swift and decisive motion.

Qin Luo called out as he watched the two figures hurriedly leave.

"Teacher Liu, I'll treat you to dinner when you come back!"

An hour later, Liu Piaopiao dragged her tired steps out of the elevator and saw Qin Luo leaning against her door playing on his phone.

"Oh, you're so eager to wait for me?"

Liu Piaopiao raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with teasing.

Qin Luo put away his phone and greeted him with a smile.

"Isn't this to thank the police for serving the people?"

Liu Piaopiao rolled her eyes and complained as she opened the door.

"I'm exhausted. After a long day at work, I still have to be a driver."

"He who can do it should work harder."

Qin Luo followed him in and sat down on the sofa as if he knew his way around.

"Besides, you're my teacher, isn't it your duty to help your students?"

Liu Piaopiao took off her police uniform jacket and hung it on the hanger, revealing the white shirt underneath.

"Don't give me that. Chen Yihan is much older than you, isn't she?"

"Six years old."

Qin Luo picked up an apple from the coffee table and took a bite.

"She is my tenant and also my company employee."

“You started a company?”

Liu Piaopiao turned around in surprise.

"what company?"

"A newly established small company, doing internet business."

Qin Luo gave vague answers and changed the subject.

"What food do you have in your fridge? I'm hungry."

Liu Piaopiao opened the refrigerator door, and it was empty.

"Instant noodles, frozen dumplings, or self-heating rice? Which one do you choose?"

"This is too tragic."

Qin Luo sighed dramatically.

"Chen Yihan's family should still have some leftover food. I'll go and pack it up."

Ten minutes later, Qin Luo returned with several food containers, and the two set them up at Liu Piaopiao's small dining table.

Braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and tomato and egg soup—simple yet delicious and visually appealing.

"I didn't expect you could cook."

Liu Piaopiao picked up a piece of pork rib and squinted her eyes contentedly.

"It was Chen Yihan who made it."

Qin Luo served her a bowl of soup.

"I'm just a porter."

Liu Piaopiao wolfed down her food, speaking indistinctly.

"I haven't felt so full in a long time."

"Have you been busy with that serial murder case lately?"

Qin Luo asked casually.

Liu Piaopiao paused with her chopsticks and looked up warily.

"How do you know? This can't be told to anyone."

"Guess."

Qin Luo shrugged.

"It's been reported in the news: three murders in the last three months, with similar modus operandi."

"Stop."

Liu Piaopiao made a stop gesture.

"Don't talk about work over meals."

After the meal, Liu Piaopiao took the initiative to clear the dishes and chopsticks and go to the kitchen to wash them.

Qin Luo leaned against the door frame, watching her busy figure, and suddenly said.

"Ms. Liu, did my new counselor call you?"

"Hmm, I'm asking why you're not going to class."

Liu Piaopiao didn't turn her head back.

I told you you were sick.

"So loyal!"

Qin Luo gave a thumbs up.

How's the new counselor?

Liu Piaopiao turned off the tap and mysteriously turned around.

"I heard she's a stunning beauty."

"Pshaw, can he be prettier than you? I don't believe it."

Qin Luo curled his lip in disapproval.

Liu Piaopiao dried her hands, a half-smile on her face.

"Maybe, she's a campus beauty."

"Not interested in."

Qin Luo stretched.

"In my heart, Ms. Liu will always be the most beautiful counselor."

"Grumpy."

Liu Piaopiao patted his head.

"I'm going to take a shower. Do as you please."

When Liu Piaopiao came out after taking a shower, she found that Qin Luo was already asleep on the sofa.

She hesitated for a moment in front of the sofa, then finally took a blanket from the bedroom and gently covered him with it.

Goodnight, you little rascal.

She whispered to herself and closed the bedroom door.

The next morning, Qin Luo was awakened by the sunlight and sat up groggily.

The room was quiet. Liu Piaopiao's bedroom door was open, indicating that she had already gone to work.

"Getting up so early."

Qin Luo muttered to himself, then walked onto the balcony and stretched out a big yawn.

Just then, a black object fell from the sky and landed right on his head.

Qin Luo grabbed it and froze. It was an exquisite black lace triangle bra, soft to the touch and with a faint fragrance.

"Fuck!"

Qin Luo frantically tried to remove the underwear, then looked up and saw several pieces of clothing hanging on the clothes rack, clearly blown down by the wind.

He searched everywhere for the clothes rack remote but couldn't find it, so he had to move a stool over and stand on tiptoe to try and hang his underwear back up.

Just as he was concentrating on operating the door, the lock clicked.

"I bought soy milk and steamed buns."

Liu Piaopiao's voice abruptly stopped. (End of Chapter)