From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Mu Qingying pinched the cuff of her coat and sniffed it twice more.

The scent of fir fell on my shoulder, mixed with the smell of alcohol and earth, its location too conspicuous.

Lu Yunzhou broke out in a sweat on the back of his neck.

When Gu Nanqiao got into the car, her snow-white shirt brushed against this spot.

If I tell him what happened, he won't be able to get into my room tonight.

He held Mu Qingying's hand: "The parking lot entrance has been scented with landscaping fragrance, and it smells like fir trees. I was standing there for a while, so it's normal for my jacket to get stained."

Mu Qingying raised her face: "Does the parking lot allow men to wear cologne?"

Lu Yunzhou recounted how Chu Tiankuo was tied to the railing and drenched by the sprinkler, but omitted the part about Gu Nanqiao helping Cheng Ye into the car.

Mu Qingying didn't believe him completely, but her gaze was drawn to the blood on his trouser leg.

She pulled over the medicine box: "Sit down and take off your shoes. I'll remember this debt tonight."

The socks were stuck to the wound.

Mu Qingying took scissors and cut it open, then squatted in front of the sofa to clean her ankle.

The loose short sleeves hung down to her thighs, revealing two snow-white calves.

When Lu Yunzhou lowered his head, his gaze shifted to the side.

Mu Qingying pressed the cotton swab harder: "If you keep looking around, I'll just pour the alcohol in."

Lu Yunzhou hissed in pain: "With you squatting in this position, where am I supposed to look?"

Mu Qingying ignored him.

After wrapping the gauze properly, she threw her coat into the washing machine and poured in half a bottle of laundry detergent.

That fir smell must be washed away tonight.

She closed the washing machine lid: "Next time you bring back the scent of a woman, you'll be sleeping in the stairwell."

Lu Yunzhou's heart warmed: "Then I'll only take you from now on."

Mu Qingying's ears turned red as she carried the project documents back to her room.

Before closing the door, she pointed to the sofa.

Lu Yunzhou will have to sleep in the living room tonight.

Four o'clock in the morning, in the orthopedic intensive care unit of the Municipal People's Hospital.

Chu Tiankuo woke up from the anesthesia with his legs propped up on a support.

He tried to lift his foot, but the blanket at the foot of the bed didn't move, though his hospital gown was soaked with sweat.

Chu Zhengnan sat on the edge of the bed, holding two surgical records in his hand.

Nerve severed, knee joint shattered.

Even if he is sent abroad for treatment, Chu Tiankuo will be unable to live without a brace and wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Chu Tiankuo's throat was parched: "Dad, kill Lu Yunzhou. I want him to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

Chu Zhengnan pressed down on his son's shoulder: "Tell me everything you know first. Leaving out even a single word could kill the people you sent out."

Chu Tiankuo told him about Old Mo's matter.

Before Mo Lao disappeared, he was preparing to seize the martial arts techniques from Lu Yunzhou.

The Chu family sent people to search the abandoned brick kiln, but they did not find the body.

Tonight in the parking lot, Lu Yunzhou personally admitted that Old Mo died at his hands.

Nearly forty thugs surrounded him, but they couldn't hurt him.

As he spoke, Chu Tiankuo's teeth were still chattering.

He gripped the bedsheet tightly: "Old Mo is a sixth-rank cultivator. If Lu Yunzhou could kill him, he must have at least reached the True Qi Realm. Sending ordinary people would be a waste."

Chu Zhengnan stared at the surgical record, not turning to the next page for a long time.

No matter how wicked this son is, he is still the only heir of the Chu family.

Both of his legs were crippled by Lu Yunzhou; he must pay for this with his life.

But the Chu family doesn't have enough local thugs.

Calling in dozens more people will only result in more medical expenses.

Chu Zhengnan walked out of the ward, called his assistant over, and gave him a direct order.

Starting at dawn, three groups of people were assigned to keep a close watch on Yuanchuan throughout the day.

Lu Yunzhou's residence, vehicles, and visits to construction sites all need to be recorded.

No one is allowed to touch him first, and Mu Qingying must not be disturbed.

Just as the assistant was about to leave, Chu Zhengnan called him back.

He tapped his phone: "Open up the reward channels in other provinces. I need someone of the seventh rank."

Half an hour later, an encrypted computer was brought into the lounge.

Once the guarantor completes the verification, a dozen or so codes are listed on the gray page.

There are no photos or real names, only the grade, price, and completion record.

Those below the sixth rank are directly excluded.

In the seventh-rank category, two of the executors are currently overseas, and the remaining one is codenamed Shi Jun.

The data only has a few lines.

Shi Jun, a seventh-rank executor, is skilled in tracking, short blades, and crossbows.

All thirteen cross-provincial missions were successfully completed.

The most recent opponent was a peak sixth-rank cultivator, and the match lasted three days.

Chu Zhengnan clicked on the contact request.

The middleman lowered his voice: "True Qi Realm target, thirty million. Half paid upfront, you provide the location and schedule."

Chu Zhengnan pressed the transfer confirmation button: "I want Lu Yunzhou to disappear within seven days."

Fifteen million was deposited into the guarantee account.

In less than a minute, a red mark appeared on Shi Jun's profile page, and the order status changed to "accepted".

Chu Zhengnan closed his laptop and returned to his hospital room.

Chu Tiankuo was still trying to lift his leg.

Every time his waist lifted off the bed, his legs would drag him back down.

Chu Zhengnan did not try to persuade him further.

He instructed his assistant to send all of Yuanchuan's personnel information, construction site locations, and Lu Yunzhou's photos to Shi Jun.

The money has already been paid.

Shi Jun is on his way to Sheng'an.

7:40 a.m., Yuanchuan's office.

He took a sip, but his stomach felt like it was rising, so he had to cover his mouth and swallow it back down.

My memory of last night is fragmented.

He was toasting, looking for the restroom, hugging the soy sauce box, and his hand even touched his waistband.

He remembered the last part, the most crucial one, very clearly.

Lu Yunzhou brought in breakfast and slammed the two-hundred-yuan compensation receipt on the table.

When Cheng Ye saw the words "vinegar bottle" and "cleaning fee," his face fell.

Cheng Ye stared at the receipt: "How much did those two see?"

Lu Yunzhou handed over the soy milk: "Your pants are still here. They didn't miss a single word of what the proprietress said to you."

Cheng Ye buried his face in his arms.

He dared to confront the contractor in Nanwan and even squatted on the construction site eating a boxed lunch.

But he just couldn't bring himself to face his two new colleagues and pretend to be a project manager.

The printer dispensed two formal contracts.

After Lu Yunzhou signed the boss's section, he placed the contract in front of Cheng Ye.

The project manager also had to sign off. Gu Nanqiao and Ye Zhiwei arrived at their posts at eight o'clock, just in time for Cheng Ye to assign them tasks.

Cheng Ye took off his sunglasses, his eyes dark and swollen: "Why didn't you tell me they were coming today?"

Lu Yunzhou glanced at the time: "You have twenty minutes left, enough time for you to wash your face."

Cheng Ye grabbed his helmet and tucked his crutches under his arm.

When I got up, I bumped into a chair and almost knocked over a folding table.

The barricades at the west gate of Nanwan need to be removed, the material trucks need to be tested, and there is still a shortage of people on site.

He sent all these reasons to the work group, and he even tagged Lu Yunzhou three times.

Lu Yunzhou leaned against the door frame, having already seen through him.

Cheng Ye had the face to face a hundred workers, but not the two witnesses from last night.

He pressed the elevator button: "You sign the contract for me. Even if I have to crawl, I'll get to South Bay today."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Cheng Ye, leaning on his crutches, rushed in and pressed the close button faster than a normal person.

The door had just closed when the elevator next to it arrived.

Gu Nanqiao walked out wearing a snow-white shirt, with Ye Zhiwei following behind carrying a tactical bag.

Both of them were holding their employment documents.

Downstairs, Cheng Ye had already escaped from the lobby, leaning on his crutches.