They Should Use the Honey Trap

Xu Mu asked calmly, "What did he tell you?"

"He asked me how Ye Tong and Ye Yu were doing, and I answered truthfully."

Meng Wanyue continued sweeping the floor with her head lowered. "He also said he’s currently working on a mission and plans to return to Dragon Country once it’s over. He mentioned wanting to find time to see you."

Xu Mu rested his cheek on his hand, realizing he couldn’t afford to let his guard down even slightly.

According to the plot, when the Dragon King returned, he still didn’t know he was merely an adopted son of the Ye family. He treated Ye Tong and Ye Yu as nothing more than sisters.

But as he investigated the downfall of the Ye family, he eventually discovered that he shared no blood ties with them.

Only then did the idea of claiming Ye Tong and Ye Yu for himself arise.

Xu Mu pondered the situation. Even if the Dragon King returned now and saw that he, Ye Tong, and Ye Yu were a loving family, he wouldn’t have any reason to target him.

Still, Xu Mu would never entrust his safety to someone else’s whims.

True security lay in his own strength.

Even if the Dragon King didn’t come after him personally, he might still resort to ruthless tactics to seize their family’s assets.

Xu Mu watched as Meng Wanyue finished sweeping and went to take out the trash, a faint smile forming on his lips.

Positive favorability truly made a difference.

In the past, Meng Wanyue would never have shared such information with him.

……

At the company that day, Xu Mu encountered no issues and simply sat at his desk until evening.

As he prepared to drive home, his phone buzzed halfway through the journey.

He glanced at the screen—it was a call from Xu Shou.

"What’s up?" Xu Mu answered.

"Chen Bei just messaged me. Qian Gang has invited him out again, same place as last time—the State Banquet," Xu Shou’s voice came through the phone.

"Why are you telling me this?" Xu Mu rolled his eyes.

"I trust your methods. Last time, you managed to eavesdrop on Qian Gang’s call. I’m sure you can do it again. I’m curious about what excuse Qian Gang will use to get Chen Bei to hand over the documents."

Xu Shou chuckled on the other end.

Xu Mu sighed in resignation before replying, "Fine, I’ll give it a shot."

"Then that’s settled."

Xu Shou hung up without another word.

Xu Mu stared at his phone for a moment, hesitating, then sent a message to Ye Tong, letting her know he’d be home late.

Ye Tong replied with a simple "Okay," followed by a cute emoji.

A small smile tugged at Xu Mu’s lips as he checked his system—sure enough, his Justice Points had increased again.

He turned the car around and headed toward Meng Wanyue’s place.

If he was going to eavesdrop, he’d need bugs, and Meng Wanyue’s home was likely stocked with them.

Arriving at the residential complex where she lived, Xu Mu initially planned to go straight up but noticed a snack shop nearby.

Remembering the piles of snack wrappers in Meng Wanyue’s apartment, he stepped inside.

He didn’t go overboard, spending just a hundred yuan to fill two large bags with assorted snacks.

After paying, Xu Mu first used his perception to confirm that Meng Wanyue was already home before entering the building.

When he reached her floor, he knocked on the door.

Meng Wanyue, now dressed in pajamas and fluffy rabbit slippers, hurried to answer.

Her usually indifferent, lifeless eyes widened in shock at the sight of Xu Mu. "Boss Xu? What are you doing here? I thought it was my food delivery."

"Well, I am here to deliver something for you."

Xu Mu smiled as he held up two bags. "Last time I brought you home, I noticed a lot of snack wrappers on your couch. I figured you must like these, so I bought some for you."

Meng Wanyue stared at the snacks and Xu Mu’s warm, gentle smile, momentarily stunned.

From the moment she could remember, she had never known entertainment.

As an assassin, her life revolved around killing and then retreating to her room, shutting herself away.

If she had one guilty pleasure, it was junk food.

She was an easy person to please—money held no appeal to her.

Clothes? As long as they covered her. Food? Just enough to fill her stomach.

Even if she had to survive on plain bread or steamed buns for decades, she wouldn’t complain.

Money meant nothing to her. Like the time she helped Xu Mu out of a tight spot, and he sent her 200 yuan—it barely registered.

But today, when Xu Mu spent 100 yuan on snacks for her, something inside her stirred.

If she remembered correctly, he was the first man who had ever bought her snacks.

Not her former organization, not even the Dragon King.

[Affection +10]

"President Xu, come in. Don’t just stand there."

Meng Wanyue opened the door wider and stepped aside, lowering her head slightly in embarrassment. "It’s a bit messy in here."

"It’s fine. I saw it last time when I brought you home," Xu Mu replied with a chuckle.

"By the way, President Xu, what brings you here today?"

Meng Wanyue quickly changed the subject.

She preferred to deal with clutter in bulk, letting it pile up before cleaning it all at once.

"Do you still have any listening devices?" Xu Mu asked. "It’s about the same matter as before. Qian Gang is trying to recruit others in the company, and I want to eavesdrop on their conversations."

"Yes, I have plenty. Let me get them for you."

Meng Wanyue hurried into her bedroom and pulled out a handful of bugs from her suitcase, handing them to Xu Mu.

"You’re giving me so many. What if you need them later?" Xu Mu asked.

"I still have a few left. If I run out, I can always buy more," she explained.

"Alright then."

Xu Mu nodded, stuffing the devices into his pocket. "I won’t disturb you any longer. Try not to rely on takeout too much. Since you live close to me, feel free to drop by for a meal sometime. I’ll cook for you."

"You’re too kind, President Xu."

Meng Wanyue offered a faint smile.

"I’ll take my leave now."

Xu Mu waved and walked away.

Meng Wanyue gazed at the snacks on the table, and black text floated above her head once more.

[Affection +5]

...

Xu Mu got into his car and first opened the storage compartment to stash the listening devices inside.

He kept only one in his hand, having already learned from Meng Wanyue how to activate it. He powered it on.

Driving to the state banquet restaurant from last time, he parked at a distance and approached on foot.

Pulling on a face mask, he neared the restaurant and scanned the area with his heightened senses.

After sweeping through every room, he found no trace of Qian Gang or Chen Bei.

He must have arrived too early.

After waiting for about ten minutes, an Audi A8 pulled up in the distance.

Xu Mu didn’t turn to look—his perception was sharper than his eyes.

Qian Gang stepped out of the car and headed straight into the restaurant.

Before long, another Porsche Cayenne pulled up in front of the restaurant.

The moment Xu Mu spotted the woman stepping out of the car, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Feng Yue!

The owner of that bar.

Accompanying Feng Yue was another woman, around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old.

Though she lacked Feng Yue’s seductive charm, she was still an elegant and mature beauty in her own right.

Just from this glimpse, Xu Mu could already guess what Qian Gang was planning.

A honey trap—that’s what this was.