Wanyue, You're So Fierce

Xu Mu sat in his office, contemplating when he should return home to play Feng Yue's recording for Lin Yang.

The recording could only be played once—if it looped continuously under surveillance,

Lin Yang would have to be a fool to believe it.

So, timing was crucial.

Now, by having the Xu family leak news of an upcoming IPO, Xu Mu aimed to pressure Lin Yang and Feng Yue into speeding up their plans.

"No, I can't just sit here. I need to act."

Xu Mu stepped out of his office.

Normally, he'd leave surveillance work to Wang Biao.

But Lin Yang wasn't an ordinary target—using Wang Biao might alert him.

Right now, Xu Mu had the advantage of staying hidden, and he had to make the most of it.

"Wanyue."

Xu Mu called out to Meng Wanyue, who was seated nearby.

"Director Xu, what is it?"

Meng Wanyue approached expressionlessly.

"You look like you don’t want to stay cooped up in the office either, do you?"

Xu Mu whispered the words close to her ear.

Feeling his breath, Meng Wanyue’s cheeks flushed slightly.

Even she didn’t understand why her heart raced whenever Xu Mu got close.

[Affection +3]

After all, she was a killer—she preferred physical work over desk jobs.

"Come with me. We’re going on a mission."

Xu Mu motioned for her to follow.

As a manager, his role was largely symbolic—his subordinates handled most tasks, leaving him to just sign off on things.

Meng Wanyue gave a slight nod and followed him downstairs.

"Take your car. We’re tailing someone today, and mine’s too noticeable."

Xu Mu glanced at her.

Meng Wanyue nodded again, leading him to the underground parking lot, where a Wuling Honggu minivan stood.

"You drive this to work?"

Xu Mu was stunned. Meng Wanyue’s office attire and delicate features clashed with the rugged vehicle.

"It’s a good car. Spacious, rear-wheel drive, drifts well."

She opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat.

"Alright then!"

Xu Mu took the passenger seat and handed her an address. "Head to Moonlight Bar first. I’ll send you the location."

"Got it."

Meng Wanyue started the engine and followed the navigation.

Xu Mu narrowed his eyes, strategizing his next move.

Based on the intel he had, Feng Yue wanted to produce weight-loss drugs herself—but the formula she’d gotten was fake.

The production method and ratios she gave Lin Yang were even more bogus.

Lin Yang’s high protagonist aura meant he was no fool—he’d definitely test the drugs.

When they failed, his first move would be to confront Feng Yue.

Xu Mu just had to wait near Feng Yue, and when Lin Yang showed up, he’d play the recording at the perfect moment.

The street behind Moonlight Bar was quiet and secluded, barely any foot traffic.

Meng Wanyue parked there.

"Director Xu, why are we here?" she asked, puzzled.

"See that small window up there? That’s Feng Yue’s room."

Xu Mu pointed upward.

Using his perception, he confirmed Feng Yue wasn’t inside.

"I still don’t understand what’s happening," Meng Wanyue murmured.

"It’s company secrets, but I trust you enough to explain. Just don’t tell anyone else."

Xu Mu smirked. He knew Meng Wanyue worked for the Dragon King—she had no ties to Feng Yue or Lin Yang, so she wouldn’t leak anything.

Meng Wanyue felt a surge of warmth. Even knowing her allegiance, Xu Mu still trusted her.

[Affection +10]

"I won’t tell a soul. I swear—even if the Dragon King asks, I won’t answer."

She met his gaze firmly.

Xu Mu nodded. Their relationship was clearly progressing.

He knew her well—if she made a promise, she’d keep it.

He gave her a rundown of the situation.

To make past events make sense, Xu Mu explained that when she’d taken photos outside his villa, he’d suspected she worked for a rival company.

Meng Wanyue listened, nodding silently. Corporate intrigue was more complicated than she’d thought.

"Director Xu, what’s our next move?" she asked.

"I want to plant a bug in Feng Yue’s room, but the only entry point is that tiny window. Tricky."

Xu Mu rubbed his chin.

The room was sealed tight—aside from the window, the only other access was through the bar’s second-floor entrance.

But guards and cameras covered that area. Slipping in unnoticed was impossible.

"Director Xu, are there cameras inside her room?"

Meng Wanyue inquired.

"Not sure, but probably not." Xu Mu shook his head.

The novel hadn’t given much detail about Feng Yue’s setup.

"Then leave it to me. I can plant the bug."

Meng Wanyue looked at him. "If there are cameras, I can hack them like you said Lin Yang does."

"Wanyue, you’re that skilled?"

Xu Mu brightened. If she could pull it off, it’d save a lot of trouble.

"But the room has to be empty."

"Don’t worry—I’m certain no one’s inside right now."

Xu Mu confirmed via his perception.

"Give me three minutes."

Meng Wanyue pulled out her phone and connected it to a device from the car’s toolbox.

"What’s that?"

"Latest U.S. military tech—bought on the black market. It detects nearby cameras."

She pointed to blinking dots on the screen. "See? Only one camera on this street."

She drove to the intersection, parking in the camera’s blind spot.

Grabbing a screwdriver, she rolled down the window and hurled it upward.

Crack!

The camera lens shattered instantly.

"Wanyue, you’re terrifying."

Xu Mu gave a thumbs-up.

[Affection +5]

Watching the black text above her head, he wondered—did she like being praised?

Meng Wanyue’s expression stiffened slightly before she drove back.

Parking again, she opened the rear door and changed into flat shoes, then donned a mask, cap, and a tool bag.

"Director Xu, you’re sure the room’s empty?"

She stepped out, double-checking.

"Positive. No one’s in the room—or on this street." Xu Mu grinned.

"Good."

The moment she spoke, the Wuling Honggu shook—Meng Wanyue had already leaped onto the roof.

Xu Mu leaned out the window just in time to see her vault upward, one hand gripping the bracket of a second-floor AC unit.

Her body moved with the agility of a cat, and in just a few swift motions, she appeared before the small window.

She pulled out tools from her backpack and worked on the window frame. In merely thirty seconds, the window was open.