Lan Yuan stared at Qing Yao, feeling that the person in front of him was like an unforgettable nightmare. He wondered in his heart, could it be that God saw that he was doing too well and sent down this nemesis to torture him?
Looking back, this was the second time Qingyao had suppressed him so forcefully, leaving him completely powerless. The feeling of powerlessness was like a surging tide, completely drowning his pride and self-confidence, leaving him with only resentment and unwillingness to be played back by fate.
The elevator made a crisp "ding" sound, as if breaking some kind of restraining spell. Qingyao slowly released her grip on Lan Yuan and took a step back as if nothing had happened.
Lan Yuan stood there, his lips slightly red and swollen from the passionate kiss just now, just like delicate and tempting rose petals, adding a unique trace to his cold face. Apart from this, there was no other sign that the elevator had just experienced a thrilling storm.
Qingyao turned around to leave, but looked back the moment she stepped out of the elevator. She moved lightly towards Lanyuan, her breath as sweet as orchid, and whispered in his ear: "It tastes good. How about trying your skills tonight!" The voice was like the devil's temptation, stirring people's hearts.
After saying that, she left gracefully, leaving Lan Yuan in the elevator with his hair standing on end and his eyes blazing with anger.
The subordinates standing by couldn't help but show a hint of admiration and worship in their eyes as they looked at Qingyao's departing back.
Lan Yuan's face was so gloomy it looked as if water could drip from it. He strode out of the elevator, a chill emanating from his body. Stopping at the elevator entrance, he didn't even turn around, but coldly said to his subordinates behind him, "You know what to say and what not to say." His voice was as cold as ice, like a sharp sword, piercing everyone straight through.
Upon hearing this, the subordinates were shocked and lowered their heads one after another, their eyes filled with awe and fear. They dared not even breathe and could only use silence to show their obedience and loyalty.
Lan Yuan was filled with resentment and frustration. The matter of Qingyao weighed heavily on his heart like a huge rock, making him lose all interest in going to the hospital for a check-up. He immediately turned back to the company. He walked hurriedly, and his leather shoes tapped out a rapid rhythm on the ground, as if every step was venting his inner anger.
Recalling the embarrassing scene in the elevator and Qingyao's fighting ability that should not be underestimated, a cold light flashed in the depths of Lan Yuan's eyes, and a hint of murderous intent disappeared in an instant.
He could never endure such a passive situation again. Tonight, he must turn the tide. Stepping into the company, he immediately called his assistant and said in a cold and unquestionable voice: "Strengthen the defense. I want to see if she can succeed tonight." His eyes were like an eagle, sharp and resolute, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura. Seeing this, the assistant hurriedly took the order and left, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
After the assistant left, Lan Yuan sat alone in the office, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. His thoughts were tangled like a tangled thread, and he was furious at Qingyao's provocation.
Night gradually fell, and the street outside the company building was illuminated by street lights. Lan Yuan sat in the office. The dim light reflected his stern face. His heartbeat unconsciously quickened, and every slight movement could arouse his alertness.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the tense atmosphere became more and more intense, like the calm before the storm, and he was waiting for Qingyao's arrival. In this duel with her, whether it was for dignity or to get rid of this inexplicable "entanglement", he would never allow himself to fail.
After Qingyao finished dealing with the complicated matters at hand, she looked out the window. The night had already become like a huge piece of black silk, gently spread between heaven and earth.
The thrilling confrontation with Lan Yuan in the elevator during the day suddenly emerged in her mind, especially the bold words she said to him before leaving.
The corners of his mouth lifted up involuntarily, outlining a smile of interest. That smile was like a lotus blooming in the moonlight, with three parts of cunning, three parts of expectation, and four parts of confidence that he was determined to win.
She stretched herself gracefully, then stood up and walked out of the company with light steps. Qingyao got into the car lightly, a faint smile on her lips, and then called out, "Xiaoyi, find out where Lan Yuan is."
Xiaoyi responded immediately, his mechanical yet serious voice echoing from inside the car: "Grandfather, Lan Yuan is in his own company. He has set up a trap, waiting for you to catch him in the trap."
When Qingyao heard this, she raised her eyebrows, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes, and the smile on her lips became even wider. She said, "Xiaoyi, send me the layout of Lanyuan Company."
Xiaoyi received the order and instantly sent the details of Lan Yuan's plan to Qingyao's phone. Qingyao looked down at the detailed layout on the phone screen, a cunning glint in her eyes, as if she were planning an interesting game, and she was already sure of winning.
Qingyao stood at the gate of Lanyuan Company and turned on the virtual screen. The layout of Lanyuan Company was flashing on it. There was a light in her eyes, and she seemed to be smiling. With the help of the system "Xiaoyi", she was like a ghost in the dark night, and her figure was light and she shuttled through the net carefully laid by Lanyuan.
Along the way, those seemingly strict security measures and hidden alarm devices were rendered useless by Xiaoyi's precise information prompts.
She cleverly avoided the patrolling guards and bypassed the blind spots of surveillance. Every step she took was leisurely, as if she was strolling in her own garden.
A moment later, she was standing quietly outside Lan Yuan's office. Behind the closed door was the core battlefield of tonight's unique "contest".
Qingyao raised her hand slightly and gently placed it on the door handle. The excitement and anticipation in her eyes could no longer be concealed. Then she slowly pushed open the door and stepped into Lanyuan's territory.
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