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"Time's up."
Through the earphones came Assistant Wang's calm yet unquestionable voice.
"Boss, Ms. Yu, the security system will return to normal in thirty seconds. Please evacuate immediately."
Feng Jinxuan glanced at the dark compartment on the wall that was emitting an ominous red light, and then at Yu Jinli, whose face was pale beside him.
He made a decisive decision without the slightest hesitation.
"Let's go."
The two followed the same route and quietly left the villa.
The whole process was thrilling but without any major incidents, and went as smoothly as a rehearsal.
But they all knew in their hearts that tonight's operation had been a complete failure.
On the way back to the mansion, the atmosphere inside the car was even colder than freezing.
Yu Jinli leaned against the car window, watching the night view rushing past outside, without saying a word.
The charred burn mark on her right hand fingers still throbbed faintly, like a brand of failure, reminding her of her disheveled and powerless state tonight.
Feng Jinxuan sat beside her, equally silent.
The familiar, chilling aura emanating from him now carried a hint of... suppressed, agitated calm before an impending storm.
Yu Jinli could sense that he was very angry.
He wasn't angry at her, nor at the enemy, but at himself.
When I got home, the living room was brightly lit.
Feng Jinxuan did not go upstairs, but instead took out a tube of burn ointment and a roll of bandage from the first-aid kit.
He walked up to Yu Jinli and took her hand without saying a word.
"Boss, I..."
"Don't move."
His voice was low, with a hint of undeniable hoarseness.
He crouched down and carefully held her hand, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
He took the cool ointment with his slender fingertips and gently applied it to her burned skin.
The burning, stinging sensation was instantly replaced by a cooling feeling.
His movements were very focused, his lowered eyelids concealing his always deep and cold black eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a quiet shadow under the light.
Yu Jinli just stared at him.
She looked at this arrogant and domineering man, who was now kneeling in front of her, tending to her minor wound.
Something inside her felt like it had been gently and tenderly bumped into her.
It's a little sour, a little soft, and a little... messy.
"It's just a minor injury, it'll be fine in a couple of days." She awkwardly tried to pull her hand away.
Feng Jinxuan didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it even more.
He looked up and gazed intently at her.
Those eyes were churning with intense emotions she couldn't understand.
There was self-blame, anger, and a hint of... lingering fear that even he himself was unaware of.
“This isn’t a minor injury.” His voice was hoarse. “Yu Jinli, this was my mistake. I shouldn’t have put you at risk.”
This was the first time he had apologized for a decision-making mistake.
Yu Jinli's heart trembled for no apparent reason.
Looking at the undisguised self-reproach in the man's eyes, she suddenly felt that the injury on her hand didn't hurt so much anymore.
She even had the mood to make a joke.
"Boss, this is definitely a work injury. According to the agreement, all medical expenses will be reimbursed, and I also have to pay a huge sum of compensation for emotional distress."
Looking at her money-grubbing attitude, Feng Jinxuan's heaviness in his eyes finally dissipated, replaced by a hint of helplessness.
He knew that this woman would never learn what "atmosphere" meant.
He carefully bandaged her wound before standing up.
“Let’s put this matter on hold for now.” He regained his calm and rational CEO demeanor. “That restriction is very strange; it’s not an ordinary security measure. We cannot act rashly until we find a way to break it.”
“But…” Yu Jinli was somewhat unwilling, “Are we just going to let it go like this? Sun Man risked her life to get this clue.”
“I didn’t say forget it.” Feng Jinxuan’s eyes turned cold and sharp again. “I just said that we need to change the approach.”
He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and drank it all in one gulp.
Amber-colored liquid slid down his sexy Adam's apple.
“There is no lock in this world that cannot be unlocked,” he said in a deep voice. “It’s just that we haven’t found the right key yet.”
key……
Looking at the injury on her hand, Yu Jinli thought of Chu Xiu, the seemingly unreliable but actually highly skilled "salted fish" consultant, and Zhiyi, the mysterious and unpredictable master on the other end of the internet.
She knew that the "key" Feng Jinxuan spoke of was with them.
But what does it mean to ask them for help?
This means that Feng Jinxuan's biggest secret will be completely exposed to a third party, or even a fourth party.
This also means that she, as the nominal "partner," has to admit her lack of "technical skills."
This was somewhat difficult for Yu Jinli, who has a very strong sense of self-esteem, to accept.
More importantly, she had a vague premonition.
Once she speaks to "Zhiyi," the delicate balance between her and Feng Jinxuan will be broken.
New, uncontrollable factors will emerge and interfere with their relationship.
She hesitated.
She looked at Feng Jinxuan, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking alone, his back view appearing somewhat lonely.
He glanced again at his wrist, at the cold, ever-beating countdown to his life.
In the end, reality triumphed over that ridiculous sense of pride and outdated girlish sentiments.
Saving your life is the most important thing!
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.
She took out her phone, unlocked it in front of Feng Jinxuan, and showed him a phone number she had just saved.
The note is: "[Master (suspected)]".
“Boss,” she began, her voice calm and firm, “I think it’s time to hire a ‘professional outside help’.”
Feng Jinxuan raised his head and looked at her.
He didn't ask her who she wanted to call, he just looked at her quietly, his eyes seeming to say: I respect your decision.
Without further hesitation, Yu Jinli pressed the dial button.
The phone rang three times before it was answered.
A gentle, clear voice, as pleasant as a spring breeze caressing the strings of a musical instrument, came from the receiver.
"Hello? This is Gu Yanzhi."
Yu Jinli's heart instantly felt half at ease.
"Master! It's me, Koi isn't a fish!" she said urgently. "I...I'm in trouble, a huge problem!"
She described everything that had happened that night, and the strange mystical restriction, in the simplest language possible.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then, Gu Yanzhi's gentle voice rang out again, carrying a soothing power.
"Don't worry, where are you? I'm coming right away."
He paused, then added.
"Also, if it's convenient, prepare some cinnabar and glutinous rice. I think we might need them tonight."
The call ended.
Yu Jinli raised her head and met Feng Jinxuan's unfathomable eyes.
She saw that the man's usually cold and indifferent face was now shrouded in a layer of... a gloom she had never seen before, as black as the bottom of a pot.
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