Xu Mu's expression grew increasingly serious; it seemed he couldn't just sit idly by.
He needed to gather more Justice Points for the lottery to enhance his own strength.
He carefully examined the information about Meng Wanyue, convinced that all of it was fabricated.
Closing his eyes in thought, he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk.
He definitely couldn't just fire Meng Wanyue; her identity was not ordinary.
If this method wasn't feasible, she would surely use other means.
At that point, Xu Mu would be caught off guard.
The best strategy was to follow the storyline and keep Meng Wanyue close for observation.
Let her see him and Ye Tong, Ye Yu, living harmoniously; then she might not immediately report to the Dragon King.
This would also give Xu Mu more time to develop.
According to the plot, Meng Wanyue was also one of the Dragon King's harem.
To be precise, Meng Wanyue admired the Dragon King, but he always regarded her as a subordinate.
It wasn't until much later that the Dragon King agreed to make her his woman.
Xu Mu squinted slightly; if he could turn Meng Wanyue to his side, it would invisibly reduce the Dragon King's destiny power.
Xu Mu picked up the phone on his desk and instructed Wang Biao to send Meng Wanyue to his office.
Normally, Xu Mu wouldn't meet with anyone.
But seeing Meng Wanyue had its reasons.
After all, she was applying to be his secretary.
Soon, the office door was pushed open, and two people walked in one after the other.
Leading was Wang Biao, and behind him was a woman in office attire.
"Old Wang, you can leave now."
Xu Mu gestured to Wang Biao.
"Yes."
Wang Biao nodded and turned to leave.
"Hello, Mr. Xu."
Meng Wanyue slightly bowed her head, greeting Xu Mu.
Xu Mu scrutinized Meng Wanyue. She had a well-proportioned figure, her long black hair cascading down her back, with only the ends slightly curled.
Her bangs partially covered her brows, revealing most of her delicate face.
This appearance was indeed the standard protagonist's profile.
But Meng Wanyue had one flaw, her eyes.
Her eyes were beautiful, yet lifeless, or perhaps innately cold, devoid of emotion.
Xu Mu knew this was related to her identity.
Meng Wanyue had a pitiful background; from the time she could remember, she was sold abroad and trained as an assassin.
It's known that female assassins have natural advantages over males.
Especially when it comes to assassinating men.
Meng Wanyue was one of the top assassins in an organization, and her last target was the Dragon King.
The outcome was obvious; she was captured by the Dragon King.
The Dragon King acknowledged her skills and wiped out everyone in Meng Wanyue's organization, sparing only her.
The Dragon King, being domineering, gave Meng Wanyue two choices.
Either die or become his subordinate.
Meng Wanyue didn't want to die, and she had no emotional ties to her previous organization, so she chose to stay.
After several missions, Meng Wanyue was impressed by the Dragon King's strength.
But for now, her feelings were more of admiration than affection.
Her feelings for the Dragon King developed after his return.
The Dragon King interacted with several female leads, and she envied such love, gradually developing feelings for him.
Therefore, Xu Mu now had an opportunity.
Using the Eye of God to check information.
Name: Meng Wanyue
Role: Assassin, Female Protagonist of "The Dragon King's Arrival"
Affection Level: -20
Destiny Level: 9 (Max Level 10)
"Are you Meng Wanyue?"
Xu Mu glanced at the documents, long accustomed to others having a poor impression of him.
After all, anyone who asked around a bit would know about his reputation.
"Yes."
Meng Wanyue nodded.
"Why do you want to be my secretary? You must have looked into me when you applied, right?"
Xu Mu placed her documents on the table.
Meng Wanyue's expression clearly faltered. As an assassin, she naturally investigated her targets' character and habits.
Xu Mu was known as a wastrel, frequently seen at entertainment venues in Jiang City.
Often, he would lose his temper for no reason.
She had dealt with many such rich second-generation heirs.
But none of them had ever shown the self-awareness that Xu Mu did.
Could he be pretending?
"I... I didn't look into it. I just want to make money and thought this job was good."
Meng Wanyue lowered her head, like a nervous young girl.
As a female assassin, acting skills were equally important.
"According to your documents, you graduated from a prestigious university abroad?"
Xu Mu asked, looking at Meng Wanyue.
"Yes."
Meng Wanyue nodded.
"If you studied abroad, your family must have some means, right?"
"No, I worked while studying abroad. I'm an orphan; my parents passed away."
Meng Wanyue explained softly.
Xu Mu propped his chin on his hand, observing her expression, and then said, "These years must have been tough, right?"
Meng Wanyue's body stiffened. Trained as an assassin from a young age, any slight mistake would result in a whipping.
Even now, having left the organization to follow the Dragon King.
The Dragon King no longer treated her as a mere tool for killing.
Yet, the Dragon King had never shown her any concern.
Xu Mu's words touched a part of her heart that had long been sealed.
"Not too bad."
Meng Wanyue finally uttered two words.
"It won't be like that in the future."
Xu Mu smiled, taking out his phone. "Let's exchange contact information first. You'll officially start work tomorrow. If you encounter any trouble, remember to come to me."
"Okay."
Meng Wanyue nodded.
...
After Meng Wanyue left, Xu Mu initially considered having Wang Biao follow her to see where she was staying.
But on second thought, he decided against it to avoid alerting her.
Someone like Wang Biao would undoubtedly be exposed if he tailed an assassin. Better to take it slow.
Xu Mu glanced at his phone and saw that Xu Shou had summoned him.
He got up and took the elevator to the top floor of the company.
Upon entering the chairman's office, he found his sister, Xu Ningbing, there as well.
Xu Shou was sitting in the boss's chair, listening to a video on his phone.
The music in the video was Xu Mu's piano playing.
Though the phone's recording couldn't capture the live performance's essence, Xu Shou still closed his eyes, deeply absorbed.
"Dad, what did you want to see me about?" Xu Mu asked as he approached.
"Ningbing, what did I just say?"
Xu Shou slowly opened his eyes.
Xu Ningbing's expression was unusual, her cold and elegant face slightly flushed.
She forced a smile at Xu Mu that looked more like a grimace, "Xu Mu... you are somewhat useful after all."
With that, she immediately turned her face to look out the window.
[Affection +1]
Xu Mu smiled. This Xu Ningbing was truly aloof; improving her affection level was quite a challenge.
"Kid! You're really hiding your talents, aren't you? Come on, tell me—whose work did you copy for this piece?"
Xu Shou looked at Xu Mu and said, "I heard Zhou Hening is planning to release it on your behalf. If it gets exposed as plagiarism, we’ll be in trouble."
"Hmph! I knew it had to be copied," Xu Ningbing snorted coldly from the side.
"Old man, why don’t you trust me? This piece is an improvised tune I came up with—completely original," Xu Mu shrugged. "If you don’t believe me, you can pay someone to verify it."
"Are you serious?" Xu Shou asked.
"Why would I lie to you? I’ve already told you—I know a thing or two about playing the piano," Xu Mu said, glancing at Xu Ningbing as he spoke.
Xu Ningbing awkwardly adjusted her glasses and turned her face away with an air of aloofness.
[Affection +1]
Xu Mu shook his head helplessly. This woman is so stubbornly proud.

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