Chapter 90: Office

Murong Wan returned to the office,

Here is her new world.

It was specially built for the Star Plaza Project.

She pushed open the door, and a faint smell of fresh paint wafted in.

The office was spacious and bright, with a simple yet grand décor.

A few workers were busy.

They carried a brand‑new desk into the room.

The desk was personally selected by Murong Wan.

Its material was top‑grade, and the workmanship was exquisite.

The tabletop was smooth as a mirror, reflecting one's silhouette.

The workers placed the desk in the center of the room.

It blended perfectly with the surrounding environment.

Murong Wan stepped forward and gently ran her hand over the surface.

The icy touch stirred something within her.

This desk would witness countless days and nights of her future.

It would accompany her through this challenging period.

"Be careful, don't bump into anything,"

she whispered.

The workers nodded, their movements becoming even gentler.

They set the desk steadily in the designated spot.

Then they began installing the drawers.

Everything proceeded in orderly fashion.

Murong Wan stood aside, watching quietly.

Her heart was full of anticipation.

She believed the Star Plaza Project would surely succeed.

She believed that her hard work would surely be rewarded.

After installing the drawers, the workers began assembling the desk legs.

Every step was carried out with meticulous care.

Murong Wan's gaze swept the room.

On the wall hung several decorative paintings.

They were carefully chosen by her, bearing auspicious meanings.

A few potted green plants rested on the windowsill.

They added a touch of vitality to the room.

Everything proceeded according to her design.

This office would become her battle fortress.

She would strategize here.

She would claim victory from afar here.

The workers' tasks were soon drawing to a close.

They returned the last tool to the toolbox.

Then they signaled to Murong Wan.

"Madam, the installation is complete; please let us know if anything needs adjusting,"

a lead worker asked.

Murong Wan stepped forward and examined everything carefully.

Every detail was flawless.

She nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, thank you for your hard work,"

she said gently.

"It's no trouble; this is what we're supposed to do,"

the workers replied with smiles.

They packed up their tools and prepared to leave.

Murong Wan escorted them to the door.

"Take care on your way out, watch your safety on the road,"

she reminded.

The workers nodded and turned to leave.

The office returned to silence.

Murong Wan stood alone before the desk, picked up the Star Plaza Project proposal, and began leafing through it.

Although her earlier plan was already detailed enough, once put into action there were still many oversights.

So she intended to use the current free time to resolve all the problems she was facing in one go.

"Murong Wan, you can do it!"

She clenched her fist, cheered herself on, and then scribbled furiously on the proposal.

……

Night fell, and the city's lights shone brilliantly.

The Cheng Group Building, top‑floor office.

Cheng Da Jin sat in the spacious Boss Chair, legs crossed and resting on the desk.

Cheng Da Jin toyed with an expensive bead bracelet in his hand, a sinister smile on his face.

Inside the room, the lighting was dim, with only a desk lamp emitting a faint glow.

"Boss, the matter is handled."

A man in black hurried into the room and bowed to report.

His voice was low, tinged with excitement.

Cheng Da Jin lifted his eyes slightly, the curve of his mouth rising even more.

"Oh? Tell me."

His tone was languid, as if everything were under control.

"As you ordered, the item has already been placed in Murong Wan's office."

The man in black replied.

"Very good, Zhang Banxian, this time your contribution was indispensable."

Cheng Da Jin's gaze shifted to the side, where a man in a Dao robe with sharp eyebrows and beady eyes stood.

Hearing this, Zhang Banxian stepped forward immediately, his face covered with a flattering smile.

"Boss, you flatter me; this is merely what a subordinate should do."

His voice was high‑pitched, like a drake's.

"Tell me, where did you put that item?"

Cheng Da Jin asked with keen interest.

"Boss, that desk was deliberately chosen by me."

"Under the tabletop, there is a Secret Compartment, extremely concealed."

"I have hidden the Yin Sha Object in the Secret Compartment and sealed it with talisman paper."

"I guarantee that neither gods nor ghosts will notice."

Zhang Banxian beamed with pride, as if he could already picture Murong Wan's misfortune.

"Young Master Cheng, rest assured; I stake my life on it, it will be absolutely effective."

Zhang Banxian pounded his chest in assurance.

"Good, very good; this time you have earned a great merit, the reward will be doubled."

Cheng Da Jin laughed heartily, in high spirits.

"Thank you, Young Master Cheng."

Zhang Banxian thanked repeatedly, his smile growing even brighter.

"Alright, you all may leave; remember, this matter must not be disclosed a single word."

Cheng Da Jin waved his hand, signaling them to depart.

"Yes, Boss."

The man in black and Zhang Banxian bowed and stepped back, gently closing the door.

The office returned to silence once more.

Cheng Da Jin sat alone in the darkness.

His smile faded gradually, replaced by a cold, ruthless expression.

"Murong Wan, if you fight me, you're still too green."

He muttered to himself, his voice icy, like a venomous snake spitting its fang.

……

Star Plaza Project Department, Murong Wan's office.

At this moment, the room was empty except for a brand‑new desk, standing silently in the center.

The tabletop was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the city's nightscape outside the window.

Everything seemed so calm, so beautiful.

Yet beneath this tranquil surface, an unseen current lurked.

Within the desk's Secret Compartment, a black object emitted a bizarre aura.

Its shape was irregular, like a stone, yet also like a clump of coagulated blood.

Its surface was covered with strange patterns, as if ancient script.

A chilling aura radiated from it, gradually permeating the entire room.

The aura, formless and insubstantial, nonetheless sent shivers through anyone nearby.

It seemed as if something unclean was silently drawing near.

……

The next morning at dawn, Murong Wan arrived at the office early.

She pushed open the door, and a faint, fresh fragrance wafted in.

It was the scent of new furniture, mingled with a hint of green‑plant aroma.

She inhaled deeply, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

"A new day, a new beginning."

She encouraged herself, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

She walked to the desk and gently stroked its surface.

The cold sensation lifted her spirits.

She pulled out the chair, sat down, and began the day's work. The project is still progressing orderly, but the pace has become a bit slower.

But fortunately, everything is proceeding according to plan, methodically.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face, and she felt full of drive.

However, she did not notice that the chilling aura was silently corroding her body.

She began to feel a hint of fatigue, a hint of irritation.

This feeling is subtle, slight, and easily overlooked.

But it does exist and keeps deepening. This made Murong Wan briefly doubt herself, wondering if something was wrong.