Zhao Fen, Zhao Fang, Yi Xiaorou, Xiaoyudi, and Xiao Hui were living together. Since there were only two bedrooms, the balcony had been ingeniously remodeled into a separate room, usually slept in by Yi Xiaorou—arrangements I made so I could sneak in for intimate moments late at night.

Xiao Chuchu and Fang Yanmeng lived opposite me. Fang Yanmeng rarely came over because her parents were too strict, but after what happened at noon, she was determined. If her parents dared to stop her again, she vowed to have a child with me and bring it home to force them to relent.

By 11 PM, all the girls had gone to bed. Peach and I were preparing to head to the Yuejin Construction Building again. Peach had initially said she wouldn't go, wanting to stay online to earn money for me, but I insisted she come along. I was more frightened without her; this wasn't dealing with people, otherwise, I wouldn't need this precaution.

After several strange incidents, it was certain that Xia Huren would also be coming tonight, along with Xu Wenqiang, Lu Bing, Wang Aiguo, Shen Sheng, and Hao Jianwen—five super-soldiers—plus Wang Yongle and Guan Peng. The roster for tonight’s watch was very well staffed.

As soon as I entered the monitoring room, Guan Peng greeted me, "Little Zhao, our General Manager Cheng has called several times. She asked you to bring a flashlight to her office. I volunteered to go, but she refused, insisting on waiting for you. You lucky dog, your romantic fortune must be coming. Our Manager Cheng isn't just any woman; she's got the 'Sea Boobs'—every man in the company knows it. You'll understand when you see her. Hurry up there."

Guan Peng didn't know that I had already experienced the tumultuous waves of her chest last night. Cheng Susu asking me to bring a flashlight again—could there be another meaning? The power system was working normally tonight.

Regardless, I was working for someone now, and if the boss gave an order, I had to go up and report back. So, grabbing the high-intensity flashlight, I took Elevator No. 1 up to the 18th floor. Tonight, I was absolutely not taking Elevator No. 2; let whoever laughs at my cowardice take that one.

I first hid outside the door to observe for a moment. Seeing Cheng Susu sitting properly in her office chair, looking dazed, I knocked.

"Come in."

"Manager Cheng, here is your flashlight. If that's all, I'll head back down for my rounds."

Placing the flashlight on her desk, I prepared to leave. Cheng Susu's coldness last night was too much for me to handle. I wasn't lacking a wife at home; even though this office was a top-tier 'R-room,' taking home a big ice block held no appeal.

"Wait a moment," Cheng Susu called out, stopping me. "Zhao Qian, do I annoy you that much?"

I quickly explained, "Manager Cheng, you've misunderstood. I’m just a security guard working for you. Although I may have overstepped last night, I did help you a bit, so I’d say we’re even, right?"

Cheng Susu didn't confirm or deny it. Her dark, bright eyes stared at me for a long time before she said, "Don't go. I'm inviting you to have a late-night snack. Don't refuse me."

Was she begging me? It seemed this woman had never begged anyone before. If it were Fang Yanmeng, she would definitely have said, 'Brother Zhao Qian, please agree to it for me, okay?' Just thinking about it made my heart melt with happiness.

I figured I should give her some face; she was a high-ranking leader, and walking away would leave her in an awkward spot. So, without speaking, I walked directly to the sofa and sat down.

Cheng Susu didn't say much either. She pulled a plastic bag of things from under her desk and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then sat down diagonally across from me.

"I bought beer and peanuts from the supermarket. Have a couple of drinks and talk with me."

Pop, I opened two cans of beer and tore open two bags of roasted peanuts, splitting them evenly between us. Then, I took a hearty swig of beer and ate a few peanuts without ceremony.

Cheng Susu drank silently; she just didn't eat the peanuts. Before long, both of us had emptied two bottles. It seemed Cheng Susu neither wanted me to leave nor knew what to say. So, we just kept drinking.

About halfway through the next can, Cheng Susu suddenly said, "Thank you."

I nearly choked on a peanut, coughed twice, and asked, "For what?"

Cheng Susu replied, "I need to thank you for what happened last night."

"I already said it, we're even. You don't need to thank me. Just give me a bigger bonus at the end of the month."

"You aren't a security guard," Cheng Susu countered.

I took a sip of beer. "That’s right. I’m just working part-time. I have to go back to school when the university semester starts."

Cheng Susu paused, then said, "Is that so? Meeting you has been my good fortune."

"Heh heh, Manager Cheng, you're exaggerating."

"If it weren't for you, maybe my mother and I wouldn't even be alive right now."

It seemed Hua Qingqing’s medical skills had worked their magic once again. With her superb expertise combined with the effect of the B-Needle, as long as you hadn't stopped breathing, if she decided to intervene, it would be hard for the patient to die.

Seeing that I remained silent, Cheng Susu continued, "Even if you don't admit it, I know. You're the one who found Dr. Hua Qingqing. She never asked me for money for that B-Needle at the end. She said she owed someone a great deal, and that person is you, isn't it?"

"Manager Cheng, I actually just ran into Dr. Hua Qingqing by chance outside the emergency room. I casually told her there was a patient inside, and so she went in. We are just alumni; we get along well at alumni gatherings, so I often go to her for things like colds or minor injuries."

Cheng Susu finished another can, pop, she opened a new one herself, took a long drink, and said to me, "Zhao Qian, you are very mysterious. You can jump that high when you’re hiding from me, and when I was about to be crushed into pulp by the elevator, you miraculously managed to stop it. Your reaction speed is also incredibly fast, otherwise, I would have died in the car crash or been shot on the highway."

"That was just my luck, Manager Cheng. Let me add one more thing: for your own safety, you should report last night's events to the police immediately, otherwise, your personal safety won't be guaranteed."

Cheng Susu gulped down the third can of beer in one go, then told me, "It's useless. Those people aren't afraid of the police at all; otherwise, they wouldn't be so rampant."

I suddenly slapped my forehead. "Look at my terrible memory. Red Dragon Security provides bodyguard services. As long as you’re willing to pay, we absolutely guarantee your safety until you resolve the issue completely. We charge based on the difficulty of the mission; difficult ones might cost over a million a day, while simpler ones might only be a few thousand or even a few hundred yuan."

Cheng Susu opened the fourth can of beer.

"Will you be handling it personally? If so, I will pay any amount."

"That... I really don't have the time. My other colleagues are also very capable. You can try them out; if you're not satisfied, you can cancel the service."

Cheng Susu shook her head and firmly stated, "I only want you. Otherwise, we won't discuss it further."

Isn't this deliberately causing trouble? How could I spend all day staring out for her? So I told Cheng Susu, "If that’s the case, there's nothing I can do. After all, I’m not a professional in this line of work. Perhaps we can cooperate another time when I have the chance. Just be extremely careful when you travel these next few days to avoid any more accidents."

Cheng Susu’s face was flushed slightly from drinking. She said, "You care about me."

"That’s because I’m someone who loves to champion justice. Alright, we've had our drinks, I need to leave now."

Cheng Susu likely couldn't find another reason to keep me, so she just watched as Peach and I walked out of her office.

Peach said, "Boss, that big-milked ice cube is starting to melt. If you just apply a little pressure, she'll fall right into your arms. This kind of big-bosomed woman is exactly what your household is missing. Equipping all sizes would be a worthy endeavor for you, the master of wooing women."

As I entered the elevator, I replied, "Forget it. I don't like that kind of personality. Being cold to outsiders is fine; it’s a symbol of power. But what's the point if she's cold even when **?"

"Wrong!" Peach countered. "The colder these women are on the outside, the wilder they are in bed. Have you forgotten what happened last night? She was willing to go that far even with a snake. If you add a little temptation, she'll definitely be a master seductress, no less capable than the other big-bosomed girl at home."

"Let it go, I don't have the time. Let's head to the 17th floor to check the situation. I got a set of master keys from Mida today."

Peach sighed, "The more stubborn these types of women are, the more obedient and dependent they become once conquered. You, my friend, are missing out on a prime specimen; don't blame me later."

Peach kept rambling, so I stopped paying attention to her. We reached the 17th floor, used the master key to unlock the retractable security gate, and carefully slipped in through a narrow gap, then pulled the door shut again.

Every room on this side was quite large. I used the master key to check them one by one. Sure enough, they were all entertainment or fitness areas, with a library and large conference rooms as well.

Peach and I went to the large conference room at the far east end. This room spanned the hallway, making the hallway inside simply a main thoroughfare for the conference area. Opening the door facing the corridor, the entire eastern half, about sixty-plus rooms on both sides, had been merged into one massive space.

Following the original hallway to the easternmost end was the rostrum. Behind the rostrum was a large mural wall, upon which was painted a dazzling sun hanging in the sky, emitting immense light. Below the sun were three stars shining upon each other. Beneath the sun and stars was swirling mist and clouds. Below the clouds were various bizarre patterns—some like people, some like sticks, some like flying birds. In short, it was a chaotic, unsystematic mess.

It seemed to be an abstract piece of art. Given my low level of appreciation, I couldn't quite make sense of it. Take the sun, for example—even the most foolish person should know the sun is round, at least visually, and in all artistic works, the circle is considered beautiful. Yet, this master insisted on painting the sun in the shape of a heart. Was the artist perhaps passionately in love?

Peach admired the mural, saying, "High, truly high art."

I said to Peach, "Stop pretending to be cultured. If we brothers can't understand it, we just call it 'high art'? Maybe this painting is garbage. Let's check behind the rostrum."

Unexpectedly, this large mural wall was quite thick. Behind it, it sloped inward from both sides at 45-degree angles toward a central point. The thickest part at the center measured nearly 2 meters. The hallway reappeared beyond the wall, but the door was firmly locked. Outside that door should be the retractable security gate we had seen earlier.

Peach and I returned to sit on the chairs in front of the rostrum. We had finished inspecting the entire 17th floor. The west half was a storeroom filled with everything imaginable; the east half was just a massive conference room—we hadn't found anything strange.

Looking up directly at the mural, I said to Peach, "If there's anything odd, it's this mural. It’s painted incoherently. Painting the sun as a heart is one thing, but then there are three stars underneath—who has ever seen stars beneath the sun? And these clouds, the thin lines, it looks like every line originates and points toward the sun overhead."

Peach thoughtfully mused, "Totem worship has existed since ancient times. Without the sun, nothing can survive. Look at the symbols below—some represent people, some livestock, some machinery, some plants."

I laughed, "Maybe Cheng Susu wants all employees to regard her as the sun, growing only under her radiance, unable to survive without her? That actually fits her personality quite well."

Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed my mind regarding Cheng Susu's large breasts. Drawing a few rays around them—it really does resemble the sun.

Clang! A sound came from the outside as the security gate was opened. Then, all the lights on the entire 17th floor suddenly blazed on, startling Peach and me. We both fell under the chairs to hide.

The sound of measured footsteps moved toward the west side, and Peach and I quickly followed to investigate. Whoosh, the door to the fitness room opened, and a figure walked inside. Peach and I pressed against the glass door to look in—it was Cheng Susu, dressed in tight workout gear, clearly here to exercise.

What business did she have messing around at this hour? Moreover, the central air conditioning was off at night. Why come here to sweat instead of turning on the AC unit in her own room to cool down?

However, secretly watching Cheng Susu work out was a perverse pleasure. Take her on the treadmill, for instance: those twin mounds were tightly constrained by the fitness wear, bobbing up and down with her movements—it was tantalizing.

Peach and I were thoroughly engrossed in watching from outside when suddenly a flurry of hurried footsteps sounded from the corridor behind us. I thought it was Xia Huren and the others, seeing the lights on the 17th floor and coming to check. We quickly stood up and retreated from the fitness room doorway, lest Xia Huren laugh at me for spying on someone exercising.

But who knew? The hurried footsteps approached and then receded, approaching and receding again, yet no one appeared. Peach and I paused to process it—wait, the hurried footsteps were right here in the corridor, but besides the two of us, there was absolutely no one else!

I quickly scanned the surroundings with my X-ray vision—nothing unusual. But the footsteps grew clearer, until finally, they sounded as if they were right beside Peach and me.

Suddenly, a warmth touched my back, and a soft body wrapped around my waist.

"Zhao Qian, what is that sound?"

Cheng Susu, having heard the anomaly from the gym, had run out too. But her movement seemed a bit too bold. Her bare breasts, pressed against my back beneath the fitness suit, felt a lot like Yi Xiaorou giving me a chest massage.

"Footsteps. It seems your building really does have ghosts—only hearing the sound but seeing no one. Do they have invisibility powers?"

Hearing the word 'ghost,' Cheng Susu let out a frightened shriek and clung to my waist, refusing to let go. It seemed her tolerance level wasn't great tonight. The ghost elevator last night hadn't startled her this much. Had the alcohol lowered her usual reserve?