Chapter 154: Sneaking Around in the Archives

Shidai Gongyu?!

Damn it!!

This name is a taboo on the Way!

Shidai Gongyu… this… is that woman's turf!

Shen Chenggong was really scared this time!

At this time, his subordinates were still unaware.

His subordinates had already readied their weapons, and over sixty brothers were preparing to pile into the vans.

Van after van pulled up outside the South City nightclub.

"Boss, everyone's been assembled! When do we depart?!" the subordinate asked solemnly.

"Smack!" Boss Shen Chenggong fiercely slapped that underling.

That underling staggered from the slap, feeling a bit dazed.

"Boss, why did you hit me?!"

"Smack!" Shen Chenggong, angry, slapped the underling again hard.

"You bastards, why didn't you say earlier?! Why didn't you say earlier…… he lives in Shidai Gongyu?!!" Shen Chenggong shouted angrily.

The underling covered his cheek, face full of surprise: "Boss…… what's wrong with living in Shidai Gongyu?!"

After all, the underlings lacked authority and status, so they didn't know much about the upper-level affairs of the Jianghu.

"Shidai Gongyu is a taboo on the Way, you don't know?! That…… that damn Shidai Gongyu. It's, it's the turf of that woman surnamed Qin—if you cause trouble in Shidai Gongyu, isn't that just asking for death?!" Shen Chenggong shouted angrily.

Whoosh! Upon hearing the words 'woman surnamed Qin,' a group of underlings' faces instantly turned deathly pale.

"Boss…… boss…… Shidai Gongyu, is it the turf of 'that woman'?!" the underling asked tremblingly.

"Nonsense! Fuck! You've brought disaster upon yourselves!" Shen Chenggong, furious, slammed another slap on the underling.

All the underlings' faces turned deathly pale!

Shen Chenggong snapped, "What's Qian Renhao's phone number? Call him right away!"

The subordinate trembled as he pulled out his phone and dialed Young Master Qian Renhao's number.

Shen Chenggong snatched the phone and personally spoke to Qian Renhao.

Soon, the call was connected.

"I'm Shen Chenggong." Shen Chenggong said coldly into the phone.

"Oh… it's Boss Shen. Why are you personally calling me?" Qian Renhao on the other end still felt somewhat honored.

The boss of the South City Gang personally called him. It seems Qian Renhao's mission is highly valued by the other side.

"Young Master Qian, sorry! Our South City Gang can't take on this mission!" Shen Chenggong said, gripping the phone.

Whoosh! On the other end of the phone, Qian Renhao visibly froze upon hearing that.

"Boss Shen, what's going on? Is my added money not enough? Then I'll add another 500,000, making the total remuneration 2 million—how about that? Help me abolish Lin Yuan!" Qian Renhao upped the ante on the call.

But Shen Chenggong coldly replied, "This isn't about money, Young Master Qian… the person you want to deal with lives in Shidai Gongyu. We can't enter that apartment building… it's the rule of the Underground Jianghu. Sorry, Young Master Qian—this person, our South City Gang can't touch."

Having said that, without waiting for Qian Renhao to ask more, Shen Chenggong hung up the phone directly.

……

Night, inside a river-view luxury mansion.

Qin Bore was lying in the bathtub, soaking in a rose‑milk bath.

She had a head of black hair cascading over her shoulders, her features exquisitely stunning to the point of breathlessness.

Outside the floor‑to‑ceiling window of the bathtub lay a view of the Qiantang River.

That very river‑view from the floor‑to‑ceiling window is worth tens of millions.

And Qin Bore's bathroom at this moment is over a hundred square meters in size.

She lives in a river‑view grand flat, and even just the bathroom is a hundred square meters.

How big, then, is the grand flat she lives in?

Hard to imagine.

At this moment, the female secretary Lin Yun'er gently knocked open the bathroom door.

"Miss, tonight the South City Gang sent over thirty people to cause trouble for Lin Yuan at the entrance of Shidai Gongyu."

The secretary reported respectfully.

She reported to Qin Bore the scene of the mass brawl that had occurred at the Shidai Gongyu entrance tonight.

"Oh, the South City Gang? I've never heard of them." Qin Bore lay in the bathtub, her jade hand gently playing with rose petals.

"Um, the South City Gang is a small organization with about a hundred-plus members." Secretary Lin Yun'er reported.

"Oh, a small gang? Then just leave it be." Qin Bore replied indifferently.

"Huh? Miss, aren't you going to give the South City Gang a lesson?" Lin Yun'er asked doubtfully.

Qin Bore replied indifferently, "No need—just keep them from going up to Shidai Gongyu. Leave them be; let Lin Yuan handle it himself, he lacks training opportunities. This South City Gang can serve as a punching bag for him to practice on."

Moreover, we're in finance—we're legitimate capitalists; stop fighting all day, or we'll end up like a gang. Qin Bore added.

"Um, yes, Miss." Lin Yun'er could only nod.

"But Miss, really no need to help him? What if he can't handle the South City Gang?" Lin Yun'er asked anxiously.

Qin Bore replied indifferently, "If he can't even solve this little problem, there's no point in cultivating him."

Secretary Lin Yun'er pursed her red lips and said, "You're not cultivating him—you're basically raising a man."

Qin Bore glared at her and said, "More nonsense? I'll buy you a ticket back to Yan Capital tomorrow."

Lin Yun'er shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, no, Miss—I was wrong."

"Alright, I'm going to bathe—you can go out." Qin Bore said.

Lin Yun'er then stepped back.

After the female secretary left, Qin Bore gazed wistfully at the river view outside the floor-to-ceiling window...

"Toad, can you turn into a dragon?" she murmured, lips lightly pursed, not knowing what she was thinking.

The next day, Lin Yuan hurried to the office early in the morning to work.

In the morning, he handled official duties at the company.

As a result, Sun Weiwei suddenly sent him a WeChat message: "Come to the rooftop."

Lin Yuan froze, stopped his work, and hurried to the company rooftop.

Sun Weiwei wore a sexy OL uniform suit, leaning lightly against the railing.

"I weighed myself this morning and lost one jin. Is your traditional Chinese medicine weight loss really effective?" Sun Weiwei turned, her eyes sparkling, staring at Lin Yuan.

"Oh, you lost weight? Good. Traditional Chinese medicine weight loss may not be as fast as Western medicine, but it's not easy to rebound and won't cause much harm to the body." Lin Yuan nodded.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He still thought there was something important.

He didn't expect it to be just this.

"I want to lose ten jin; how long would your traditional Chinese medicine treatment take?" Sun Weiwei asked.

"Huh??" Lin Yuan froze, thought a moment, and said, "If using traditional Chinese medicine to lose weight, ten jin should take about three months. Miss Sun, what's your current weight?"

Sun Weiwei glared at him, "Don't you know it's rude to ask someone's weight out of the blue?"

"Um, sorry, Miss Sun, I won't ask then." Lin Yuan replied.

"I currently weigh 110 jin." Sun Weiwei said.

As she said that, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"Oh, that's not heavy at all, Miss Sun—you're 1.7 meters tall; for a girl that height, weighing over a hundred jin is normal." Lin Yuan assessed Sun Weiwei and advised.

"A woman's weight shouldn't exceed a hundred jin—that's a principle. I've been eating high-calorie food abroad these years, so my weight keeps increasing; I must lose weight." Sun Weiwei said seriously.

She is someone very anxious about her weight.

Sun Weiwei's figure is actually quite good, even abundantly full.

It's an S-curve supermodel figure.

But she still thinks she's fat and wants to lose weight.

"Miss Sun, actually your weight is fine. Look at you—although you weigh 110 jin, you're well proportioned. Your weight is in the right places, like your bust and hips; those don't need to be reduced." Lin Yuan said seriously.

Sun Weiwei glared at him fiercely again.

Lin Yuan hastily shut his mouth.

"Just tell me whether you want to help me or not?" Sun Weiwei asked coldly.

"Um, helping you lose weight is possible… but I'm swamped with work, I don't have time to do the traditional Chinese medicine regimen for you." Lin Yuan said helplessly.

"From now on, you can do the treatment at the company. You can sneak into the company's archive room; we'll meet there—few people go, usually no one comes. You'll do the treatment there. I'll pay you 1,000 yuan per session and settle the payment." Sun Weiwei's pretty face flushed slightly as she said coldly.

"Huh? The company archive room? …" Lin Yuan still hesitated, but seeing Sun Weiwei's face grow colder, he could only agree.

After all, there's money to be made—Lin Yuan was happy to earn it.

So, Sun Weiwei pulled him into the company's archive room.

The Su Group's archive room was empty, with no one ever coming.

The archive room was quite large, but filled with various files that no one ever bothered with.

Sun Weiwei and Lin Yuan sneaked into the archive room.

The two entered one after the other.

To avoid being noticed entering together.

Inside the archive room there was a desk for reviewing files and holding meetings.

Sun Weiwei whispered, "I'll lie on the desk; you use traditional Chinese medicine to give me a massage for weight loss."

Lin Yuan froze for a moment—this Sun Weiwei really has guts.

To lose weight, she actually dares to do this in the company…

"Miss Sun, I didn't bring my cupping and acupuncture tools today—they're at home. I can only help you with manual massage." Lin Yuan explained.

"Then let's start with massage; tomorrow you bring the tools and we'll do the acupuncture." Sun Weiwei whispered.

"Um, okay… but Miss Sun, for the massage you need to… take off your clothes…" Lin Yuan reminded softly.

Sun Weiwei's pretty face instantly turned red.

She recalled that last night she had also stripped off her upper garment, letting Lin Yuan help with the massage for weight loss.

Sun Weiwei bit her cheek and had Lin Yuan turn his back first.

Then she slowly took off her white shirt outerwear.

Then came… the undergarment…

Soon, a shy voice came from behind her: "All right, I'm lying down—we can start."

Only then did Lin Yuan turn around.

All he saw was Sun Weiwei's snow‑white body lying prone on the desk.

Her back rested on the desk, while her chest pressed beneath it.

This covered her intimate areas.

Lin Yuan resignedly said, "Miss Sun, I'll begin now."

He said, slowly pressing his hands onto Sun Weiwei's snow‑white lovely body…

But just as Lin Yuan was about to start the massage

Suddenly, the archive room door was pushed open……