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

When Lin Chen returned to the Ye Group headquarters building and pushed open the door to the top-floor president's office, he was greeted by a pair of stunningly beautiful phoenix eyes filled with intense, overwhelming adoration, love, and lingering fear.

"Bang!"

Ye Qingcheng locked the office door from the inside.

"Click".

The blinds were slowly drawn, completely shutting out all outside prying eyes and noise.

In the entire luxurious yet empty office, only the clearly audible sound of their heartbeats could be heard.

The next second, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

The aloof and unapproachable ice queen in front of outsiders suddenly rushed into Lin Chen's arms like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, holding him tightly with all her might.

Lin Chen could clearly feel that the seemingly strong but delicate body in his arms was trembling slightly.

He didn't speak, but simply reached out and gently patted her smooth back, using his body heat to soothe her heart, which had just survived the ordeal.

After a long while, Ye Qingcheng slowly raised her head.

A thin layer of mist had already formed in her beautiful eyes, but more than that, there was a burning emotion that could melt an iceberg.

"Honey, do you know..."

Her voice had a slight, barely perceptible hoarseness and tremor.

"How cool were you when you just turned the tables on the keyboard?"

After saying that, she tiptoed and took off the exquisite high heels that bound her delicate feet, stepping barefoot onto the soft wool carpet.

Then, she made an extremely bold and alluring gesture.

In front of Lin Chen, she gracefully straddled the desk, then stretched out her long, straight legs, hooked them around Lin Chen's waist, pulled him towards her, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

This posture allowed her to look directly at the man who gave her a sense of security.

Lin Chen activated [God-level Micro-expression Control], completely suppressing the murderous aura he had just experienced, replacing it with a mischievous smile.

He reached out and forcefully pinched her perfectly shaped chin, his fingertips gently caressing it.

"Is the bulletproof underwear I gave you useful?"

One sentence instantly brought two intoxicating blushes to Ye Qingcheng's already incredibly beautiful face.

Her eyes became unfocused, and her breathing became rapid.

She didn't answer, but instead gave the most direct and tempting answer through her actions.

She reached out her slender hand and, with great boldness, slowly unzipped the zipper on the chest of her white suit.

The zipper slid down, revealing a black, futuristic-looking lingerie that contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin.

That was the ultimate defense that Lin Chen personally made for her using the [Non-Newtonian Fluid Carbon Nanotube Composite Gel], capable of withstanding armor-piercing bullets.

"My husband made it by hand; it's not only bulletproof, but also fits snugly..."

Ye Qingcheng's voice was now incredibly alluring, like the finest red wine, capable of intoxicating any man.

"Would you like to... check it yourself?"

boom!

Lin Chen's eyes darkened, and he felt a long-suppressed flame suddenly explode from the bottom of his heart.

He no longer hesitated.

He stretched out his large hand and roughly swept all the documents, computers, and ornaments that symbolized the power of his business empire off the floor of that wide desk!

"Splash—"

Amidst the chaotic sounds, he swept the stunningly beautiful CEO, worth hundreds of billions and driving countless men crazy, into his arms and forcefully pressed her onto the desk that had witnessed countless business miracles.

A passionate and exhilarating office encounter, like a raging storm, completely released the pent-up tension and anxiety of the past few days.

……

at the same time.

Hawkeye, the sniper whose right hand had been crippled and whose dignity had been trampled by Lin Chen, was like a stray dog, dragging his badly injured body as he frantically fled through the complex underground pipe network of Beijing.

He dared not go to the hospital, dared not call the police, and dared not contact anyone.

He had only one thought in his mind: to return to the ghost's last stronghold and bring back the devil's message.

Unbeknownst to him, hidden in the collar of his tattered ghillie suit, a tracking Trojan, smaller than a grain of rice and secretly implanted by Lin Chen during their exchange, was continuously sending out extremely weak GPS location signals.