Chapter 125: Seeing Through
Gu Qianqian!
It's you again!
At the critical moment when he was closing in on his honey trap, this venomous snake dared to show its fangs! Fake bankruptcy? Smear him? Sow discord?!
He could almost see Yu Ling's pale face when she saw the document, her raging anger... and the possible hesitation she might feel! This is a fucking deadline!
The fingertip tapped on the cold phone screen, and the reply command was as simple as a knife:
"Monitor Lingling's reactions. Guide her to discover the vulnerability. Countermeasure order: Level A. Target: Gu's Southeast Asian energy pipeline. Time limit: Paralyze it within 24 hours. Simultaneously: Freeze all GQQ offshore accounts worldwide."
Send. He locked the phone face down. His gaze returned to the honey-and-oiled egg in the steamer, but his expression was deeper than before.
Lingling…
Don't panic.
The trap is laid.
The snake's weak spot was also firmly grasped.
This time, I'll let you see with your own eyes how she is bitten to death by her own fangs.
And you...
Just get used to this one, I specially made it for you and added some sweet “icing sugar” to it.
The steamer is buzzing and the aroma of honey is overbearing.
The heavy, soundproof door of Yu Ling's office swung open. Zhou Zheng and Lao Chen, the chief expert in technical security, hurried in, both with serious expressions as if something serious had happened. Yu Ling had already scanned the key parts of the document into the encrypted computer.
"Mr. Yu." Zhou Zheng's throat tightened.
"Sit down." Yu Ling nudged the sofa with her chin. She was still sitting behind the desk. Her face was as white as paper, but her eyes were as sharp as knives, shooting directly at the pile of tattered paper on the table.
"This pile of junk is top-secret. Get it out to me ASAP! Focus on: signature handwriting, authenticity of official seals, creditor details, and the source of foreign reports. I want irrefutable proof! Proof that it's a pile of shit!"
"Got it!" Old Chen immediately unpacked the top-notch equipment he'd brought, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard. Zhou Zheng donned white gloves, picked up the paperwork, and pulled out a professional magnifying glass, peering intently at every inch.
The only sounds in the office were the hum of running equipment and the rustling of flipping papers. Yu Ling cradled her cold thermos, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the sides, her eyes glued to Old Chen's screen. Time felt like it was filled with lead.
Sudden!
Old Chen exclaimed, “Oh shit!”
He pointed to the signature of "Chen Zhao" on the Swiss debt notice, which was magnified N times on the screen, and then called up the scanned copy of Zhao Chen's signature in the Stanford yearbook provided by Yu Ling.
"Director Yu! President Zhou! Look!" Old Chen's voice was filled with the excitement of having discovered a gold mine. "These two signatures! They look similar in form, but they're different in spirit! The one in the yearbook has a smooth and restrained transition between the beginning and the end of the strokes, with natural pauses at the turns. The whole thing exudes a sense of hidden power! And look at this fake..."
He exaggerates the forged signature to the extreme, "The imitation is so weak and flimsy! The transitions are so deliberate! Especially the tail of the 'o' at the end, it's so flirtatious and artificial! A typical imitation! The imitator must be a woman with exaggerated handwriting!"
woman? !
Yu Ling's heart was pounding! Gu Qianqian!
Zhou Zheng also revealed shocking news! He pointed a specially designed spectrometer at the "top secret" official seal on the report, his brow furrowed in knots.
"The edges of this seal are so damn clean! When a real steel seal is struck on paper, the ink will naturally smudge and create a rough edge! The edges are so sharp they look like they were laser cut! It's a high-definition scan and print! It couldn't be more fake!"
Then, Old Chen's keyboard was pounding away. "Mr. Yu! We've figured it out! Those 'creditors' are all registered in the Cayman Islands, but the information is completely empty! They were all founded last month! They're a makeshift team! That foreign financial report's IP circled the globe three times before finally being traced to a zombie server in Eastern Europe! The release date was fake! There's nothing in the original library!"
The evidence is irrefutable!
A carefully forged piece of garbage full of loopholes!
Every hole points precisely to Gu Qianqian!
The immense anger and ecstasy of having her injustice redressed, like a tsunami, stunned Yu Ling! She leaped to her feet, her whole body trembling with excitement! The bet was right! She didn't act impulsively! She didn't tear Zhao Chen's skin apart! She held on! She tore off Gu Qianqian's painted skin with her own hands!
"Zhou Zheng!" Yu Ling's voice was icy and filled with undeniable murderous intent. "Right now! Right now! Nail the report! Secure the chain of evidence! Prepare an anonymous reporting channel! I want Gu Qianqian and the Gu family to go bankrupt for this 'gift'!"
"Yes! Mr. Yu!" Zhou Zheng and Lao Chen roared loudly, picked up the documents and rushed out like a whirlwind.
The office door was firmly shut. Yu Ling slumped back into her chair, letting out a long, stagnant breath. The tension in her heart slackened, and a wave of exhaustion and stomach cramps washed over her. She grabbed the glass of cold brown sugar water, staring at the dark red liquid, and her heart brightened.
She unscrewed the lid of the cup, the cold air made her stomach twitch, and she put it down again.
Click.
The office door was gently pushed open a crack.
Yu Ling looked up alertly, her hand already reaching for the intercom phone on the table.
The person poking their head in wasn't the secretary. It was Zhao Chen, wearing a Shiba Inu-style apron and holding a small, insulated lunch box?!
He had a gentle, even somewhat servile smile on his face, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were clear and innocent, and he exuded an aura of "warmth".
Seeing the solemn atmosphere in the office, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, then apologized with a "Sorry for disturbing you" in a very soft voice:
"Ling... Mr. Yu? Are you still busy? I... made some soup, thinking that you might have an upset stomach..." His eyes quickly swept over Yu Ling's pale face and the pile of forged documents on the table that had not been cleared away in time. His eyes flashed almost imperceptibly, and then quickly returned to their harmless state.
Yu Ling's heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer! She looked at Zhao Chen, the "househusband" he was, the steaming food box in his hands, and then thought about the pile of rags that had just accused him of being a "debt-ridden liar"... The huge sense of absurdity and a torrent of both sourness and warmth instantly broke through the dam!
Zhou Zheng exchanged glances with Lao Chen, then disappeared at the speed of light, holding the documents, and closed the door tightly.
They were the only two left in the office.
Zhao Chen, carrying an insulated lunch box, walked over to Yu Ling's enormous desk. As if with a blind eye, he ignored the scattered papers and placed the lunch box securely next to the glaring "Bankruptcy Notice." Then, with a familiar, somewhat clumsy, and flattering touch, he unscrewed the lid.
"laugh--"
A powerful, explosive heat wave, a blend of the exotic aroma of premium truffles and the sweet taste of chicken broth, erupted with a bang! It instantly crushed the lingering smell of paper and ink in the office and dispelled the coldness from Yu Ling's fingertips!
There is no soup in the lunch box.
It was a reheated and served on a snow-white bone china plate - a sweet fried egg!
"The one from this morning... is cold. I'm afraid it might upset my stomach." Zhao Chen's voice was a little hoarse. With a cautious tone, he picked up the small silver fork from the food box and handed it to Yu Ling. His eyes were full of humble expectation and a gentleness that could drown people. "Just heated it up... with more honey... want to try it?"
His eyes quickly and briefly swept over the cold, empty silver thermos cup in her hand.
Yu Ling's gaze was like a nail fixed on the fried egg in front of her, which was gently imprisoned by honey.
Then he glanced at the pile of forged bankruptcy documents on the table next to him, which looked like a venomous snake spitting out its venom.
Finally, it fell back on Zhao Chen's cautious face, which was full of "seeking praise".
Ice and fire.
Poison and honey.
Vicious lies and clumsy tenderness.
On her huge mahogany desk, which symbolizes power and coldness, an extremely absurd scene collides!
A scalding heat, carrying immense sorrow and relief, crashed through Yu Ling's last line of defense! Tears burst forth without warning! Unable to hold back any longer, she suddenly reached out her hand, but not to take the silver fork!
She fiercely and firmly grabbed Zhao Chen's wrist, which was holding the food box! Her fingertips were cold, but her strength was astonishingly great!
"Zhao Chen..." Her voice was filled with tears and complete entrustment. Her big tears fell on the smooth table, soaking the corners of the forged documents.
"...your 'Chenxing Capital'..." She sniffed, but her eyes were like the brightest stars, piercing straight into the depths of his suddenly constricted pupils, "...are you extremely poor?" She asked the most heartbreaking question, but her eyes were so hot that they could melt ice.
Zhao Chen's body suddenly stiffened! The pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints! The hand holding the food box trembled almost imperceptibly!
He looked at Yu Ling's tearful face in disbelief, at the all-seeing understanding and complete trust in her eyes, then looked down at the glaring pile of junk on the table...
The panic of having his secret exposed and the overwhelming ecstasy of being completely trusted instantly tore him in two! All the disguises of being an "ordinary husband" were shattered into pieces before Yu Ling's clear, tearful eyes!
He opened his mouth, but his Adam's apple rolled as if it was about to dislocate, and he couldn't utter a word.
Yu Ling didn't need his answer. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer.
Then, under Zhao Chen's bewildered gaze, she picked up the small silver fork, but instead of touching the honey egg, she quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly speared the forged Swiss bank demand note next to it!
Without hesitation, she pressed the torn paper stained with ink and a fake signature into the pool of golden, sticky honey in the food box!
“Sizzle——”
The paper was instantly engulfed by the scalding, sticky honey! It twisted and distorted! The cold numbers, vicious accusations, and forged signatures on it quickly became a mess in the sweet amber swamp, completely finished!
Yu Ling raised her tear-stained yet domineering face and looked at Zhao Chen's completely petrified expression. The corners of her lips curled up into an arc that was tearful but brighter than the sun.
"Bankruptcy?"
"Debt?"
Her voice was nasal, but it sounded like thunder:
"... Yu Ling is the only person who can make you, Zhao Chen, bankrupt in your life—"
Yu Ling met his suddenly hot and deep gaze, and pronounced her sentence with domineering authority, word by word:
“…It’s your family’s sugar storehouse!”
"So, Mr. Zhao," she leaned in slightly, her breath scented with ginger candy brushing against the corners of his honeyed lips, "the sugar warehouse is completely empty... why don't you go home and restock?!"
In Zhao Chen's pupils, Yu Ling's tear-stained yet radiant face was reflected. The sweetness of honey on her lips was like the fiercest spark, instantly igniting all his rationality! Huge ecstasy and a trembling feeling of being completely conquered swept over his body!
Fuck bankruptcy! Fuck debt! Fuck contracts!
His queen, in the most brutal way possible, declared his "sweet" bankrupt! And ordered him to cover her losses for the rest of his life!
He suddenly lowered his head, ignoring the documents soaked in honey and the absurdity on the table. With the ecstasy of regaining what he had lost and unquestionable dominance, his hot lips kissed Yu Ling's lips, which were stained with tears and honey, fiercely and deeply!
The pungent sweetness of honey, the salty bitterness of tears, the unique fragrance of truffles, and the scorching brand that belongs only to them after the smoke has cleared, all blend wildly between their lips and teeth.
That cold bankruptcy document completely disappeared in the warm honeypot.
And the contract called "habit" was silently upgraded to a permanent binding in the entanglement of lips and tongues and the immersion of honey.
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