Chapter 186 Anonymous Letter
The night deepens.
Yu Ling tossed and turned on the ridiculously large bed in the master bedroom, feeling a bit accustomed to it. The mattress beneath her was soft as a cloud, but she couldn't find the familiar sinking feeling.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Zhao Chen emerged, wiping his hair, wrapped only in a bath towel, water droplets trickling down his well-defined abdominal muscles. He wasn't wearing glasses, and his daytime refinement and restraint were gone, replaced by a wild, lazy air.
"Can't sleep?" He walked to the bed, naturally lifted the quilt and lay down, with the refreshing water vapor and hot body temperature after the shower.
The mattress sank slightly as he lay down, and that familiar, reassuring scent instantly enveloped him. Yu Ling's tense nerves involuntarily relaxed a little.
"The bed is too big. I'm not used to it." She muttered softly.
Zhao Chen chuckled softly, stretched out his long arms, and scooped her up into his arms. Yu Ling's cheek instantly pressed against his warm, steamy chest, the sound of his powerful heartbeat pounding against her eardrums.
"How about this?" His low voice was filled with laughter, and his chest vibrated slightly.
Yu Ling's face flushed instantly, and she struggled to push him away: "Hot!"
"The air conditioner is on." Zhao Chen tightened his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, rubbing it like a spoiled child. "If you hold me while sleeping, it won't be big after you get used to it. Otherwise, I'll ask Uncle Chen to replace me with a smaller one."
"No!" Yu Ling surrendered immediately. Her scalp tingled at the thought of Uncle Chen's meticulous face being scratched by the bed change. "...Let's just leave it at that."
She nestled in his arms, resigned to her fate, listening to his steady heartbeat. Outside the window was the tranquil moonlight of the lake, and in the room, only the intertwined breaths of their two companions filled the air.
"Zhao Chen." She called out in a muffled voice.
"Um?"
"Your guild... is it still in need of a pendant?" she asked in despair. "Just... the kind that can eat, sleep, and occasionally help pet the dog?"
Zhao Chen's muffled laughter echoed overhead, his chest rising and falling. He lowered his head, his warm lips capturing hers with precision, rubbing against each other in a deep kiss that carried the scent of flour and minty toothpaste.
"Needed." After the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing slightly faster, his voice hoarse and serious, "I need someone like you. Lifelong employment, binding, no resignation allowed."
Yu Ling's heart was beating like a drum. She said stubbornly, "...What about the salary?"
Zhao Chen chuckled softly, reached into her nightgown, and gently pinched the sensitive part of her waist, eliciting a low cry.
"The benefits are," he sucked her earlobe, his breath hot, "the president will personally sleep with you, year-round. Food, lodging, and... physical and mental comfort are all included. Madam, are you satisfied?"
early morning.
Yu Ling woke up to the tempting aroma of food.
The bed beside her was empty. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and found a neatly folded set of clothes on the bedside table—a comfortable silk shirt, sharply tailored slacks, and next to them a pair of… soft-soled slippers with a yawning Shiba Inu printed on them.
After washing up, she followed the scent downstairs.
In the huge open kitchen, Zhao Chen, indeed wearing his Shiba Inu apron, was busy with his work, his back to her. Eggs sizzled in the frying pan, and golden toast popped out of the toaster.
The morning sun streamed in through the French windows, gilding his tall figure. Wangcai squatted under the counter, staring intently at the pot, his tail wagging like a propeller.
The scene is so warm that it seems unreal.
Yu Ling leaned against the door frame and watched quietly.
"Awake?" Zhao Chen seemed to have eyes behind him, and he didn't even turn his head. "The milk is warm, pour it yourself. The fried eggs will be ready soon, and they'll be runny."
"Yeah." Yu Ling responded, walked over, and gently put her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek on his broad back. The soft fabric of the Shiba Inu apron rubbed against her face.
Zhao Chen's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, the corners of his mouth curling up. He turned off the fire, put the fried eggs on the plate, turned around, bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Good morning, Mrs. Zhao."
"Good morning, my 'Guild Logistics Minister'." Yu Ling replied.
The two smiled at each other.
As soon as I sat down at the island counter, Uncle Chen appeared silently, holding a silver tray with a pure black envelope on it that looked very unlucky.
"Sir, Madam. The concierge just received a letter...without a signature." Uncle Chen's voice remained steady, but his eyes revealed a hint of solemnity.
The gentleness on Zhao Chen's face faded instantly, and his eyes turned cold. He didn't take the letter, but picked up the silver knife at hand and casually cut open the envelope.
A piece of equally pure black cardboard slid out.
There was only one line of cold, piercing words printed in silver ink:
"The Trillion Game ends here. Watch out for your dog."
At the signature, there is a distorted pattern that is extremely abstract but exudes a cold atmosphere.
The warm atmosphere in the restaurant froze instantly.
Wangcai seemed to feel uneasy as well. He stopped wagging his tail and let out a low whimper from his throat.
Yu Ling's heart sank suddenly and she looked at Zhao Chen.
There was no expression on Zhao Chen's face. He slowly picked up the black card, without even looking at it, and directly handed it to the exquisite little candlestick burning next to him.
The leaping flames instantly devoured the cold threat.
Black ashes fell on the smooth island counter.
"Uncle Chen." Zhao Chen's voice was calm, as if he was just disposing of a piece of waste paper.
"Yes, sir."
"Today's security level has been raised to 'S'." Zhao Chen picked up the napkin and wiped his hands elegantly. Then he picked up a piece of toast, spread jam evenly on it, and handed it to Yu Ling, who was still a little dazed.
He raised his eyes and looked at Yu Ling. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were filled with a cold murderous intent, but his tone was so gentle that it could drip water:
"Don't be afraid. Eat breakfast."
He paused, a cold smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
“It looks like there’s some trash that needs to be thoroughly cleaned up by the Guild Sanitation Department.
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