Lan Yuan was about to leave the room, but Qing Yao, who was sitting beside him, seemed unusually calm. Not only did she not stand up to stop him, but she said in a nonchalant tone, "President Lan, you'd better think about it. If you take a step out of this room tonight, you may never have the chance to know my true identity again!"

Lan Yuan paused in his tracks upon hearing this. He slowly turned around, tilting his head slightly, staring coldly at Qing Yao. He sneered, "Hmph, stop trying to scare me! Don't worry, no matter what, I'll find a way to uncover your identity!"

Faced with Lan Yuan's unwavering attitude, Qing Yao showed no sign of backing down. She curled her lips slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer as she responded, "Oh? Really? Then I wish you good luck, President Lan! But... I don't think so!"

Just as Lan Yuan was about to leave the room, his phone suddenly began to vibrate violently. He frowned, paused, and pulled out his phone to check. The screen lit up; it was an urgent message from the organization. As he quickly scanned the message, his expression suddenly grew serious.

It turned out that the organization had ordered him to do everything he could to find out Qingyao's true identity, no matter the cost. The reason was simple: military personnel from all over the world were searching for Qingyao, but none of them could find her. They all speculated that her abilities were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Qingyao's affairs have far exceeded his imagination and have attracted the attention of the military from all over the world. The powerful strength she has demonstrated has been regarded as a potential huge threat.

Lan Yuan slowly put away his phone and retracted his steps toward the door. He turned and faced Qingyao, the sneer on his face gone, replaced by a wry smile. "It seems I can't leave tonight." His voice was low and steady, as if announcing the beginning of a battle without gunpowder.

Qingyao was still lazily half-lying on the soft and comfortable sofa, like a noble and mysterious Persian cat. Her beautiful eyes flickered with a subtle hint of mockery and disdain, as if nothing happening before her could truly attract her attention.

She gently raised her delicate hand and nonchalantly played with her black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she said with a half-smile, "Oh? President Lan has changed his mind? I always thought you were so aloof and proud."

Lan Yuan was not angered by her ridicule. His face was calm as water, and his steps were steady and powerful. He walked straight to the equally luxurious sofa opposite Qing Yao and sat down gracefully.

His eyes were like two sharp lightning bolts, tightly locked on Qingyao's delicate and moving face, not missing any subtle changes in her expression, trying to find even the slightest flaw in it.

"You should be very clear that your existence has now caused a huge uproar. The whole world seems to have exploded, and countless pairs of eyes are searching everywhere, looking for clues about you. So, I advise you to be sensible and cooperate with my investigation." Lan Yuan's voice was low and magnetic, but the majesty contained in it was unquestionable.

However, facing Lan Yuan's serious warning, Qing Yao showed no fear at all. Instead, she laughed heartily without hesitation. Her laughter was clear and melodious, echoing endlessly in the spacious room like a silver bell, and it was mixed with a sense of recklessness and arrogance.

"Cooperate with you? Lan Yuan, do you really think you can threaten me?" Qing Yao suddenly stopped laughing and slowly sat up straight. In an instant, a chilling light flashed through her eyes, which had originally been full of playfulness, like an extremely sharp sword being instantly unsheathed.

The atmosphere in the room was tense. Qingyao and Lanyuan faced each other, their eyes dancing with flames. Suddenly, Lanyuan took a quick step forward, his hands tightly clasping Qingyao's shoulders, his eyes filled with complex emotions and anger.

Qingyao was startled and was about to struggle, but Lan Yuan suddenly lowered his head and pressed his lips heavily against Qingyao. This sudden kiss was a bit rough, as if he wanted to conquer her, but also as if he was venting his inner entanglement.

Qingyao's eyes widened and she bit down hard. Lan Yuan felt pain, but did not retreat. Instead, he hugged Qingyao tighter and licked the wound gently with the tip of his tongue. The stinging pain strangely turned into a different kind of numbness.

Lan Yuan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His kiss became gentle, as if he was treating a rare treasure. He carefully traced the shape of Qingyao's lips, tasting them lightly but with deep affection.

Qingyao's hands involuntarily wrapped around Lanyuan's waist, and her response was filled with a hint of shyness and unwillingness to be outdone.

Their breathing intertwined, and the temperature in the room rose sharply. After an unknown amount of time, Lan Yuan slowly let go of Qing Yao, his gaze still locked on her. The fire in his eyes hadn't diminished, but it was filled with a hint of bitterness.

Qingyao's eyes met Lanyuan's. The bitterness in his eyes was like a sharp hook, gently plucking a hidden string in her heart, making her heart tighten slightly involuntarily, and an indescribable feeling of awkwardness surged in her heart.

She suddenly turned her head and pushed Lan Yuan away with both hands, her voice cold and hard: "Go away, I don't need you, and I don't want to force you to stay."

When Lan Yuan heard this, he looked up in surprise and stared straight at Qingyao. This woman had repeatedly tested and teased him before, as if she wanted to keep him by her side, but now that she really got her wish, she pushed him away so decisively.

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