Back at the company, Si Jin turned on her computer and typed away on the keyboard for over twenty minutes, attacking Su's entire security system.
Starting tomorrow, the Su family will be targeted by all their former enemies, losing money like water, and sometimes even having to kneel and beg for their lives.
Si Jin smiled faintly and leaned back in her office chair.
This Su family has already been ruined by Su Siming and her son, so he might as well... build a new one.
So, attacking the entire security system is... a minor matter?
Xiao Yao thought about it carefully and realized that compared to smashing a puppet factory with a single palm strike in the previous world, it was indeed a small matter.
After finishing her work, Si Jin felt thirsty and turned her wheelchair to pour herself a cup of tea.
But as soon as I moved, the surrounding lights started flashing, and after a short while, they all went out.
A cool breeze blew by, and soon after, the sounds of cups being placed and tea being poured could be heard nearby.
"Young Master," the vampire chuckled, "Young Master is rarely home, and I'm all alone in the bedroom; it's a bit cold."
Si Jin mocked him: "Aren't you naturally cold?"
"I think the young master is all talk and no action, but soft-hearted."
Song Linyuan vehemently denied it: "When I see Young Master, even if I'm cold, I'll still have some warmth left. Don't believe me? Young Master, you can check."
As he spoke, he grasped Si Jin's wrist and slowly pulled her towards him.
The boy frowned slightly—the original owner was anemic and a picky eater, often malnourished, and extremely thin, without even abs.
This makes it seem more intuitive to realize the difference in size between him and the old vampire.
Some are... creepy.
Never mind. Si Jin withdrew his hand; he wasn't the type to be greedy...
Unexpectedly, as soon as he removed his hand, Song Linyuan took a sip of tea and fed it to him lip to lip.
After finally letting go, she still touched Si Jin's nose with her own, lingering reluctantly: "Young Master, your lips are warm too, I'm not cold."
“But Ah Yuan.” Si Jin had plenty of times when she denied things, one hand lightly hooking Song Lin Yuan’s tie: “So what if you’re not cold… um…”
The boy was kissed and instinctively struggled, accidentally knocking over the pen holder, causing its contents to scatter all over the floor.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the empty office.
It was as if two cats having an affair had accidentally broken their owner's vase, and their hearts were racing with every breath.
"Ah Yuan, Ah Yuan!" Si Jin stared at the door, her upturned eyes full of excitement: "Someone is working overtime outside, we'll be found out."
"Oh." The vampire ignored him and continued doing his own thing.
Approaching footsteps were heard, but the person remained unmoved.
Someone knocked on the door, but I didn't answer.
Then, a junior employee gently pushed the door open a crack: "President Jin, are you alright?"
To distinguish themselves from Su Siming's "President Su," the junior employee deliberately and carefully changed their name to "President Jin."
But looking around, the office was empty, with only a few pens lying on the floor and the gray curtains by the balcony swaying slightly in the wind.
"Strange, when did they leave?" The junior employee picked up his pen and went out the door, completely bewildered.
Little did they know, a much bigger secret lay hidden behind the curtains.
“Young master, I’ve hired a new nanny to look after the child at home, and I’ve also called six bodyguards to protect him. He’s safe.”
“So…” Si Jin pressed one hand against the French windows, trembling slightly, “So what?”
"So, young master, you're not allowed to send me away anymore." Song Linyuan complained pitifully, as if he were vying for the affections of a five-year-old child: "From now on, others will take care of my little rival, and I'll take care of the young master."
Sure enough, he's still a jealous man.
Si Jin was pulled back into his arms, her red eyes stained with a few tears, and she gripped his shoulders until they were red.
Despite his weak physical condition, he was not a docile child.
Always defiant and unruly, he easily ignites a desire to conquer: "You...spending my money without my permission! How outrageous!"
"Therefore, I must serve the young master even more diligently."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stared intently at the boy's collarbone, slightly revealing his fangs.
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