Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

The atmosphere in the kitchen became somewhat awkward because of Linda's hasty escape.

The seafood congee was still steaming, with plump shrimp and distinct strands of dried scallops.

Nie Qingcheng sat down at the dining table with an air of nonchalance, picked up a spoon, but did not start eating immediately.

She simply stared intently at Zhang Yan, who was tidying up the table, with her misty, fox-like eyes.

"You seem...not surprised at all?"

Zhang Yan put the last steamer basket into the dishwasher, wiped his hands, and pulled out the chair opposite her to sit down.

"What's unexpected?"

"Was it unexpected that your secretary would barge in, or was it unexpected that she saw us hugging?"

He served himself a bowl of porridge, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

Nie Qingcheng was taken aback by his overly calm demeanor.

She pursed her lips, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and put it in her mouth.

The delicious flavor exploded on my taste buds, instantly soothing that little bit of frustration.

"Aren't you afraid she'll go around telling everyone?"

"She doesn't dare."

Zhang Yan took a sip of porridge and gave his conclusion.

"Oh?"

Nie Qingcheng became interested and leaned forward slightly. "So sure? What if she's a blabbermouth?"

Zhang Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

"If she dares to say anything out of line, she's not driving back to the company right now, she's on her way to mine in Africa."

He spoke calmly, as if stating a physical law: "You know your people better than I do."

Nie Qingcheng was stunned.

"Hehehehe~"

Then, she burst into a clear and melodious laugh, laughing so hard that her soft breasts heaved.

"You little rascal, you've got a pretty good eye for people."

She found herself enjoying teasing him more and more.

Watching him solemnly expose his own little tricks, watching him say the most hurtful things in that calm and even tone, gives me more satisfaction than signing a multi-billion dollar contract.

Breakfast ended in such a relaxed and ambiguous atmosphere.

Completely satisfied with the service, Nie Qingcheng changed into a smart white suit and transformed back into the decisive and ruthless queen.

Before leaving, she walked up to Zhang Yan and reached out to straighten the collar of his T-shirt.

What do you want to eat tonight?

Zhang Yan asked.

"I'll eat you."

Nie Qingcheng lightly traced her fingertip across his collarbone, then brought her red lips close to his ear and uttered two words.

Before Zhang Yan could react, she slid away in her high heels, leaving behind a fragrant breeze.

Zhang Yan stood there, touched the spot she had touched, and shook his head helplessly.

Fairy.

……

After finishing his meal, Zhang Yan did not stay at Cloud Top Manor for long.

He drove his matte black Cullinan back to Jiangda University.

The V12 engine was quiet and smooth, and the huge body moved through the congested traffic with a strange sense of oppression, causing surrounding vehicles to subconsciously keep their distance.

Perhaps it was the thunderstorm last night that washed the sky clean, but today the sunlight is exceptionally bright.

Zhang Yan put on sunglasses, rested one hand on the steering wheel, and was still reviewing economic principles in his mind.

As he drove out of the city and onto the riverside highway leading to the university town, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Looking in his rearview mirror, a silver-gray Wuling Hongguang was always trailing behind his car, about two hundred meters away.

Not far, not near.

As it accelerates, so does the speed.

When it merges with another line, it merges with that line as well.

The road doesn't have much traffic, so the van's behavior seemed particularly conspicuous.

Zhang Yan showed no abnormality and continued to drive at a constant speed.

But a third of his attention was already focused on the rearview mirror.

He deliberately turned on his right turn signal at a fork in the road, but at the last second, the front of his car suddenly turned left and onto a small road leading to a country park.

The Wuling Hongguang braked suddenly, its tires screeching as they slid across the ground.

After hesitating for less than two seconds, it followed suit and turned in.

See the picture poorly.

Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged; he simply tapped his fingers lightly twice on the steering wheel.

He didn't go any further, but instead parked his car in the parking lot at the park entrance.

The place is bustling with people, and many families come here for a weekend outing.

He got out of the car, locked the door, and walked towards the park entrance as if nothing had happened.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Wuling Hongguang parked not far away. The door opened, and two men got out.

A bald man with tattoos on his neck.

Another tall, thin man with a sinister look in his eyes.

The two did not approach immediately, but followed from a distance, like two hyenas that had locked onto their prey.

They were definitely after me.

Zhang Yan walked into the park, found a bench to sit on, took out his phone, and began searching for "recent security news in Jinghai City".

At the same time, the cold, mechanical voice in my mind suddenly rang out without warning.

[WARNING! Strong malice targeting the host detected!]

Threat Level: Medium. Threat Type: Physical Harm (Violent).

The source of the threat has been identified, and its motives are being analyzed... Motive analysis: Retaliation.

Zhang Yan stopped moving.

revenge?

He can count the number of people he has offended on his fingers recently.

Zhao Yu.

That rich second-generation heir who was crushed by him at the freshman welcome party and whose family was ruined by a single sentence from Nie Qingcheng.

It seems we can't afford to lose.

Just then, the system notification sounded again.

[Ding! Your daily lucky bag has been refreshed!]

[New player protection period benefits triggered! Lucky bag quality has been improved!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained: Grandmaster-level Jeet Kune Do Mastery!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained: Body Enhancement Potion (Intermediate)!]

In an instant, a vast and refined torrent of information rushed into my brain.

Li Xiaolong's image flashed through my mind: the one-inch punch, the finger strike, the series of kicks...

All the fighting philosophies, power generation techniques, and practical applications of Jeet Kune Do have been transformed into his most primal instincts, imprinted into his muscle memory.

At the same time, a small bottle containing a light blue liquid appeared in the system space.

Zhang Yan glanced at the two followers who were still pretending to admire the scenery not far away, then got up and walked towards the public restroom deep in the park.

I went into the cubicle and locked it from the inside.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took out the bottle of body-enhancing potion and drank it all in one gulp.

A surge of scorching warmth instantly erupted from my stomach, flowing like magma to every part of my body.

He could clearly feel his muscle fibers being torn, reorganized, and becoming denser and stronger.

Bone density is increasing, and nerve reaction speed is skyrocketing in an inhuman way.

All the pores on my body opened up, expelling some black impurities with a fishy smell.

The whole process lasted less than a minute.

When the heat subsided, Zhang Yan felt as if the whole world had changed.

The dust particles floating in the air became clearly visible in his field of vision.

He could accurately calculate the frequency of the dripping faucet in the next cubicle.

He clenched his fist.

His palms seemed unchanged, but beneath the skin and flesh lay an explosive power that even frightened him.

Just then.

A fly buzzed in through a gap in the partition and hovered in front of him.

irritable.

Zhang Yan subconsciously raised his hand, spread his fingers, and casually reached out to grab something in the air.

The buzzing sound abruptly stopped.

He opened his palm.

The fly had been crushed into a mushy mess of flesh.

His movements were so fast that even he himself only saw a blur.

Zhang Yan slowly exhaled, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed the dirt off his hands.

In the mirror.

His appearance hadn't changed; he still had that refined and handsome look.

But those eyes held something different.

He looked at himself in the mirror, as if he were looking at those two reckless followers.

"Want to go for the hardcore?"

He grabbed a tissue and slowly dried his hands.

"Then I'll play with you guys."