Chapter 351: Sun Weiwei Forces the Bow

But Sun Weiwei had already taken the front passenger seat.

Lin Yuan's gaze flicked to the back row in an instant, his pupils tightening—Su Monong was still there!

At that moment, Su Monong was leaning against the back seat, her cheek pressed to the black leather, her hair covering half her face, fingertips digging into her palm, not daring to breathe, her black‑stockinged legs held straight—clearly she was tense too.

"What are you staring at? Get in the car." Sun Weiwei reminded.

Lin Yuan also hurried into the car and took the driver's seat.

"What are you looking at?" After settling in, Sun Weiwei noticed his gaze kept drifting to the rear, she turned her head, eyebrows slightly raised, eyes full of doubt: "You were spaced out when we stopped, and now you keep looking back—why are you so nervous?"

Lin Yuan's Adam's apple jerked, sweat instantly soaked his shirt, he quickly looked away, lifted a hand to wipe his forehead, voice tight: "No, no... it's just that it's too hot, the car's AC isn't set right, feeling stuffy."

He said while deliberately moving closer to the AC vent, but the corner of his eye couldn't help glancing backward.

In the back of the Mercedes, Su Monong mouthed "talk business" to him, lightly tapping the seatback to hint he should change the subject.

Seeing Su Monong's glance from the back, Lin Yuan hastily pulled his flustered gaze away, turned to Sun Weiwei in the passenger seat, his tone much more natural: "Miss Sun, you look different tonight; this mist‑blue nightgown suits you perfectly, making your skin look like porcelain, and with your hair loose it adds a softness compared to your work attire—very lovely."

Worried his praise was too vague, he added a detail: "You've lost quite a bit of weight lately, your figure's improved, and your waist is slimmer."

Sun Weiwei's eyes remained cool, but if you looked closely you could see her fingertips resting on her knees twitch slightly, the corner of her mouth quietly curving in a faint arc—she didn't speak, nor did she object, clearly taking the compliment.

Seeing that, Lin Yuan seized the moment, tapped the central screen, and soothing jazz began to flow—piano mingling with saxophone, easing the tension in the car: "This is music I downloaded earlier; it helps you relax. If you don't like it, I'll switch."

Sun Weiwei leaned back, her gaze turning to the night outside, and gave a soft "hmm"—her assent.

Sun Weiwei traced a finger over her knee, her eyes still cool, but she didn't interrupt Lin Yuan; instead, after he finished she lowered the volume and her tone turned grave: "Don't waste talk on useless things—I called you tonight for a real matter—you need to watch out for Wang Lei and Lu Chengyu."

Lin Yuan's heart skipped, his smile faded, he sat up straight: "Wang Lei's already suspended, isn't he? What could he still do?"

"Being suspended doesn't mean he's accepted defeat," Sun Weiwei said, turning her head toward the window, voice lowered further, "He knows we were already planning to get rid of him; now that you've produced solid evidence, he's even more desperate and will surely try to kill you."

Meanwhile, in the back of the Mercedes.

The back‑seat Su Monong seized the moment, holding her breath as her fingers felt for the small latch in the middle of the rear seat.

It's a factory‑installed feature meant to let rear passengers reach the trunk; the gap isn't large, but her slender frame and tight waist let her squeeze through.

She first gently moved the latch, a soft "click" sounded, and she froze instantly, her eyes flicking to Sun Weiwei in the passenger seat.

Seeing she only swayed her fingertips to the music without turning, she dared to keep pushing the latch open slowly.

The trunk was pitch black; Su Monong turned sideways, slipped her leg in, tightened her waist to pull herself in, the silk skirt hem catching on the latch edge—she held her breath and tugged gently, afraid of making a sound.

Lin Yuan caught her movement in the rearview mirror, his heart clenched, and hurriedly sought a topic with Sun Weiwei: "Miss Sun, you just said Wang Lei wants to deal with me? How do you know?"

She paused, her gaze growing grave: "From what I've learned, Wang Lei used to associate with underworld figures and may have gang connections; he's ruthless and won't let you off. These days at work, be extra careful—don't walk alone down isolated roads."

While they talked work, Su Monong finally moved her upper body through the latch, her back pressed against the cold metal edge, and she slowly slid into the trunk.

Taking advantage, Su Monong sped up, finally slipping completely into the trunk, she gently pulled the latch back into place, leaving only a thin slit for air.

In the dark she could hear her own heartbeat and the voices from the front seats, and her anxious heart eased a little.

Lin Yuan sneakily glanced at the closed latch in the rearview mirror, confirmed Su Monong was safely hidden in the trunk, then relaxed and continued chatting with Sun Weiwei about the Wind Control Department.

Lin Yuan frowned, unconsciously rubbing the steering wheel, then asked: "And Lu Chengyu—will he team up with Wang Lei?"

"Hard to say," Sun Weiwei shook her head, "Lu Chengyu is timid, but if Wang Lei uses his past embezzlement against him, he might be dragged in. Keep an eye on things in the Wind Control Department—whether Wang Lei's people cause trouble for you or Lu Chengyu sets traps, don't let your guard down."

Lin Yuan wondered, "Isn't Lu Chengyu one of your faction, Miss Sun? I'm with your faction too—we're all on the same side—why would he target me?"

Sun Weiwei replied slowly, "Lu Chengyu has been secretly embezzling money behind my back and my father's. Your sudden entry into the Wind Control Department will inevitably affect him, so he'll try every way to bring you down. Besides, you're close to me, which makes him jealous. You need to watch out for this Lu Chengyu as well."

Lin Yuan nodded heavily: "I understand, thanks for the warning—I'll be careful."

As the conversation ended, Sun Weiwei sighed.

She suddenly lifted her eyes to Lin Yuan, her tone softer: "Drive, find a night‑market stall. I want something to eat."

Lin Yuan's hand on the wheel paused, eyes full of doubt: "Miss Sun? It's almost midnight—aren't you going home to sleep? If Director Su finds you out…"

Lin Yuan felt uneasy inside, just wanting Sun Weiwei to get out of the car quickly.

(Joking,) at this moment there's still another woman in the car—Su Monong is hiding.

The longer Sun Weiwei stays, the higher the risk Director Su will be discovered.

Before she finished speaking, Sun Weiwei tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a faint cold smile.

The hem of her mist‑blue nightgown swayed with her movement: "What home? His house now has a woman keeping him company—if I went back it would be inconvenient."

Lin Yuan let out an inner "oh" and instantly understood.

No wonder Sun Weiwei ran out in her nightgown—she couldn't stand her father bringing other women home, so she made an excuse to get some fresh air.

Lin Yuan didn't press further; since Sun Weiwei was upset, he could only keep her company.

Lin Yuan started the car and drove out of the villa area…

Soon the Mercedes pulled up to a night‑market stall glowing with warm yellow light; the scent of skewers drifted through the window gap, making stomachs growl.

As Lin Yuan's hand rested on the door handle, Sun Weiwei's voice stopped him: "Don't go eat there—buy from the stall and bring it back to the car."

She traced a fingertip across the window, watching the smoky night‑market stall outside, her brows slightly furrowed.

Wearing a nightgown, she felt uncomfortable sitting at a crowded stall, let alone dealing with the vendor's scrutinizing gaze.

Lin Yuan blinked, then nodded: "Sure, Miss Sun, what would you like? I'll remember to buy it."

"Anything—skewers are fine, and a pack of ice‑cold beer." Sun Weiwei leaned back, adjusted her posture, and her mist‑blue nightgown spread over the seat like a pool of pale water.

Lin Yuan flung open the car door and hurried to the stall; the night breeze carried a hint of chill, making his collar flutter.

The vendor was turning skewers with an iron prong; oil droplets popped on the charcoal with a "hiss‑hiss", and the smoky aroma burst forth.

"Boss, twenty crispy bone skewers, ten chicken wings, five mushroom skewers, and a pack of ice‑cold beer." Lin Yuan listed the order, then added, "Make the wings not too spicy, brush on extra honey." He remembered Sun Weiwei snacking earlier and disliking heavy spice.

The vendor acknowledged, packing quickly and efficiently.

Lin Yuan paid, grabbed two large bags of skewers and the beer cans wrapped in a plastic bag, and headed back.

Just as he pulled open the car door, he saw Sun Weiwei looking down at her phone, the screen light softening her usual stern features.

"I've got it back—let me know if it's enough." Lin Yuan placed the skewers on the center console, set the beer cans neatly, then pulled two pairs of disposable gloves from the storage compartment and handed them over.

Sun Weiwei set down her phone, took the gloves, tore them open, pinched a chicken wing, and took a light bite.

The honey's sweetness wrapped the grilled meat's fragrance; the outside was crisp, the inside still juicy. Her eyes brightened a little, and though she said nothing, the curve of her mouth became more noticeable than before.

Lin Yuan also picked up a piece of crispy bone, and while chewing he sneakily glanced at her.

Usually dressed in formal attire with an icy gaze, Miss Sun now wore soft pajamas, sitting in the car eating skewers, gaining a touch of everyday warmth; she no longer seemed like a rival from the mall, but rather like a little girl who needed to be accommodated.

"Not bad, not overcooked." Sun Weiwei swallowed the meat in her mouth, picked up a can of beer, "pop" pulled the tab, handed a can to Lin Yuan, "Today I'm celebrating for you—congratulations on becoming deputy director."

Lin Yuan took the beer, lightly clinked his can against hers: "Thank you, Miss Sun."

The cold beer slid down his throat, dispelling the night's chill and loosening the atmosphere in the car a bit.

The two didn't speak further, merely clinking their beer cans occasionally, listening to the traffic outside and the vendors' calls at the skewer stall, quietly eating the skewers in their hands.

Sun Weiwei pinched a skewer of grilled tendon, took a small bite, oil staining the corner of her mouth; she didn't mind, instead looking at Lin Yuan: "Today you could become the Wind Control Deputy Director— that counts as taking the first step."

She paused, then said: "From now on, do your work well, help me keep an eye on Su Monong, and pull her down from her current position as soon as possible; I won't treat you unfairly in the future."

Lin Yuan nodded in response: "I understand, Miss Sun; I'll keep an eye on her."

The two ate skewers with beer, the night wind blowing in through the half-open car window, bringing the summer night's heat and the aroma of the skewers.

Sun Weiwei put down her skewer after only a few bites, raised a hand to rub her stomach, brows slightly furrowed: "I wish I hadn't eaten so much; I still need to lose weight."

Saying that, she turned her body to look at Lin Yuan, her tone casually unrefusable: "Give me a massage to help me lose weight."

Lin Yuan froze for a moment, watching Sun Weiwei lean against the seatback, the hem of her pajamas riding up slightly to reveal a small patch of fair waist and abdomen,

His Adam's apple bobbed, yet he still nodded: "Okay."

Lin Yuan shifted his weight; as his fingertips just touched Sun Weiwei's waist and abdomen, he felt her body tremble slightly.

The silk pajamas were so thin that he could almost feel her warm skin through the fabric.

He tried to keep the pressure light, massaging the acupoints on her waist, but his heart was tense.

At first Sun Weiwei remained quietly leaning, but soon her breathing grew heavier and her head gradually leaned toward him, strands of hair brushing his wrist with a faint fragrance.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to speak up to ask whether the pressure should be lighter, he suddenly felt Sun Weiwei's hand hook his nape, pulling him toward her with a hint of urgency.

Before Lin Yuan could react, Sun Weiwei's red lips pressed against his.

Her lips carried the coolness of beer and the greasy aroma of skewers, yet were unusually soft; her tongue lightly brushed his lip, exuding an irresistible initiative.

Lin Yuan stiffened all over, his hand still on her waist and abdomen, his mind going blank—he hadn't expected Sun Weiwei to act like this, and didn't know whether to push her away or respond.

Lin Yuan was completely flustered!

This, there's still Su Monong hidden in the car trunk!

If Sun Weiwei's entanglement with Lin Yuan were to be discovered by Su Monong's hair in the trunk... the consequences would be unbearable!