You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The executives filed out.

Zhou Zheng was escorted by two Ye family security guards into a police car waiting in the underground parking lot. Li Mingyu followed behind, taking care of the handover procedures. As he left, he glanced back at the closed door of the president's office, his expression shifting between curiosity and envy.

The 68th floor returned to silence.

Secretary Xiao Zhou was the last to leave. Before she left, she turned down the emergency light at the end of the corridor by one notch, and closed the door to the president's office so quietly that it made almost no sound.

They are capable.

There were only two people left in the office.

Ye Qingcheng stood up from the boss's chair, walked to the door, and pressed her fingertip on the electronic lock panel.

"Click".

The latch pops out, and the door locks from the inside.

She bent down and took off her twelve-centimeter Louboutin high heels, stepping barefoot onto the soft, plush carpet.

Without the support of high heels, her height plummeted from 1.78 meters to 1.66 meters, and her aura instantly transformed from that of a "billion-dollar ice queen" to that of a girl who had just shed all her armor.

Lin Chen sat on the sofa, his feet propped up on the edge of the coffee table, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. Although three minutes of full-power operation was relaxing, the relaxation period after highly focused attention always brought a brief feeling of fatigue.

A warm body leaned against me from the side.

Ye Qingcheng didn't sit next to him, but instead knelt on the sofa, straddling Lin Chen's legs with one leg, and sat face-to-face on his lap.

A burgundy silk shirt.

Black suit trousers.

The Tiffany necklace between her collarbones swayed slightly as she sat down.

She placed her hand on Lin Chen's shoulder, her fingers slowly tightening, gripping the collar of his coat.

"President Ye?"

Lin Chen opened one eye.

"Don't call me President Ye."

She lowered her head, her forehead resting in the crook of his neck, her nose brushing against his collarbone.

The scent of Chanel No. 5 wafted from her hair, rich and with a hint of warmth.

"You saved the Ye family once again."

Her voice was muffled in his collar, carrying a softness rarely heard from that mouth.

"The first time was Zhao Deming of Tianhua Capital, and the second time is today."

"Every time I can't handle it on my own, I come to you. Every time you resolve everything perfectly, and I don't even have to worry about the aftermath."

She looked up, her phoenix eyes close to hers, filled with weariness, dependence, and something even more burning hot.

"Lin Chen, I really don't know how to repay you."

"The Yip Group is yours, the shares are yours."

Her hand moved from his collar to the side of his face, her fingertips brushing against the lines of his cheekbones.

"I am yours too."

Lin Chen looked at her.

The soft light from the overhead spotlights fell on her face, making the icy mask she always wore in front of others transparent.

Beneath the ice was a pool of molten lava, its temperature so high it was almost scalding. Six years of loneliness, stress, fear, and longing all surged into her eyes at that moment.

He raised his hand, pressed his thumb against her lower lip, and gently pressed it down a little.

"You've had a tough day."

Ye Qingcheng's eyelashes trembled.

She didn't say anything more.

He kissed her directly.

The intensity and temperature of that kiss were even more unrestrained than the last night on the 68th floor.

Last time, there was the aroma of Lafite as a cover, but this time there is nothing, only a naked, unadorned craving.

Lin Chen's hand gripped her waist.

The city outside the window is already ablaze with lights.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains on the 68th floor were slowly drawn, isolating the two people from the entire city.

(A lengthy academic discussion on the optimization of the internal governance structure and the assessment of core competitiveness of the Yip Group is omitted here...)

Forty minutes later.

Ye Qingcheng nestled on the sofa, draped in Lin Chen's coat, her hair disheveled over her shoulders, the blush on her cheeks not yet completely gone.

She was huddled inside her coat, like a cat that had just woken up in winter and was nestled by the fireplace.

Lin Chen stood by the window, buttoning the second button of his shirt back up.

He did not linger in the afterglow of tenderness.

His brain switched back to battle mode the moment Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes.

Zhou Zheng.

The deputy director of research and development who had been working undercover at Ye's company for seven years is currently in the city bureau's detention room.

He was Prajna's discarded pawn, that much is certain.

But discarding a pawn doesn't mean it has no value.

When Prajna was placing the pieces, she had a complete single-line communication mechanism. Zhou Zheng could not possibly know Prajna's true identity, but he must know where the communication node between himself and Prajna was.

Lin Chen took out his phone and dialed Su Qingge's number.

When can Zhou Zheng be interrogated?

"He has been sent to Detention Cell B. It is expected that the legal procedures will be completed by 10:00 AM tomorrow, and the process can officially begin."

"Too slow, I'll go now."

Su Qingge remained silent for a second.

"What methods are you going to use?"

"Just chatting."

Lin Chen hung up the phone.

He picked up his car keys from the coffee table, walked to the sofa, bent down, and kissed Ye Qingcheng on the forehead.

"Go back and rest first, your bodyguard will take you there."

Ye Qingcheng didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly into a smile.

"Um."

Forty-five minutes later.

Detention room B, Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Zhou Zheng sat on the iron chair, his hands cuffed to the tabletop rings, the red five-finger mark on his face swollen into a dark purple.

Lin Chen pushed open the door to the interrogation room and walked in, sitting down opposite him.

There were no recording devices. Su Qingge had turned off the surveillance system in the interrogation room beforehand.

"Zhou Zheng, I only have one question for you."

Lin Chen looked directly into his eyes.

"Who will you give the data to? Where and when will you meet? What's the code?"

Zhou Zheng's lips twitched, and he turned his head away from him.

"I have the right to remain silent, I want the law..."

"Look at me."

Lin Chen's voice changed.

It doesn't get bigger, it gets deeper.

The pitch was lowered by half an octave, the speaking speed was slowed down to a distance of exactly 0.7 seconds between each word, and the resonance frequency of the voice was precisely controlled within a special range.

[God-level Hypnosis], activated.

That wasn't a brutal psychological crushing.

Lin Chen's voice was like a pair of invisible hands, sliding into the ear canal, bypassing the defenses of the conscious layer, and directly pressing on the amygdala deep in Zhou Zheng's brain, the part responsible for executing "fear" and "obedience".

Zhou Zheng's pupils dilated to their maximum size within three seconds.

His shoulders slumped, and his will to resist vanished completely, like an ice cube thrown into boiling water.

"explain."

Zhou Zheng's lips began to move.

The voice was slow, indistinct, like a dream.

"Suburbs... abandoned chemical plant... every month on the 15th... at 2 AM... the code is 'The Judgment of Prajna is unstoppable'..."

"What is the contact person like?"

"You can't see his face...he's wearing a black robe...gloves...there's a dog beside him...a very big dog..."

Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Today is the 14th.

There are less than 28 hours left.

He stood up, took the pen containing fluorescent tracking powder from his pocket, and silently unscrewed the cap on the corner of the table.

Then he took out an ordinary black USB flash drive from his briefcase and gently squeezed its surface.

The transfer of fluorescent powder is complete.

Invisible to the naked eye, cannot be washed off with water, and emits a bright blue-white fluorescence under specific wavelengths of ultraviolet light.

The USB drive contained a forged "core technology document" of Ye's that he created in twenty minutes.

Each document has the same format, numbering, and naming rules as the real documents, but the core data is all carefully fabricated junk.

The bait is ready.

Lin Chen glanced at the black watch on his wrist.

2 AM tomorrow.

Abandoned chemical plant.