The night grew deeper, and the city’s clamor gradually settled down.
A black Land Rover SUV smoothly drove into the high-end apartnt complex of Cuihu Yipin.
The greenery here was excellent, with the air filled with a faint floral scent, completely different from the dusty construction site before.
The streetlights stretched the shadows of the plane trees along the road, sweeping slowly past the car window.
Fang Cheng held the steering wheel with both hands, watching the road ahead, deliberately slowing down the car.
Beside him, Lin Chuqiao rested her chin on her hand, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, with a gentle smile on her lips.
After leaving the private restaurant on Baiyun Street, the two went to see a newly released horror movie.
Although the plot was clichéd and couldn’t frighten those who had experienced real storms in life,
the atmosphere of sitting shoulder to shoulder in the dark made this evening’s date especially perfect.
The car slowly moved along the winding tree-lined path, eventually stopping beneath a brightly lit apartnt building.
Fang Cheng pulled up the handbrake, unlocked the central lock, and turned to look at the beauty on the passenger seat:
"Thank you for your hard work today, accompanying to run around the construction site all day."
"If every day cos with a lavish al and a movie as compensation, I wouldn’t mind a few more days of hard work."
Lin Chuqiao unbuckled her seatbelt, but didn’t move imdiately, leaning lazily against the seat and smiling with her head tilted:
"But tomorrow won’t be this easy."
"The renovation at Jinshui Fish Market has reached a critical stage, with the hard decor just being installed. I really can’t rest easy about those materials without oversight, so I might have to spend the whole day there."
"Don’t push yourself too hard with the renovation, your health cos first."
Looking at her slightly weary but still radiant face, Fang Cheng softened his tone:
"Go upstairs early to rest, take a hot shower, and don’t look at those blueprints and materials tonight."
"Got it, boss."
Lin Chuqiao playfully replied, opening the car door.
Her long legs, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, elegantly stepped out of the car, with high heels landing softly, making a crisp sound.
She closed the car door, but didn’t leave imdiately, instead bending slightly, placing both hands on the half-lowered car window, and leaning in to look at Fang Cheng.
Just as she was about to wave goodbye, she suddenly paused:
"Oh, I almost forgot."
As if rembering sothing, she knitted her brows with a bit of distress:
"I left my Maserati at the factory and didn’t drive it back. I might have to take a cab to the company tomorrow morning."
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but laugh.
Looking at her eyes filled with a hint of expectation, he easily read her little thought:
"No need to take a cab, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning."
After a brief pause, he added:
"Perfect, I’ll drop you off at the fish market on my way, and I’ll check on the progress. Once done, we can have breakfast together."
"You said it, no oversleeping and being late!"
Upon hearing this, the frown on Lin Chuqiao’s face imdiately vanished, replaced by a bright, captivating smile, her eyes sparkling:
"Then I’m off, bye, boss, good night."
"Good night."
Fang Cheng watched Lin Chuqiao’s elegant figure disappear into the unit door until the automatic glass door slowly closed before he withdrew his gaze.
He shifted gears and accelerated.
The Land Rover slowly turned around and left this tranquil, high-end neighborhood.
Back on the main road, the traffic had thinned considerably, becoming much more open.
The skyscrapers on both sides still glowed with neon, and the fragnted lights and shadows continually swept past the car windows.
The car interior was very quiet, with only the faint noise of tires rolling over the road.
Fang Cheng steered the wheel with one hand, his thoughts racing alongside the streaming lights outside the window.
"Buzz—buzz—"
The phone on the armrest box suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence.
The screen lit up simultaneously, displaying the word "Professor."
Fang Cheng glanced down, then pressed the answer button, turning on the speakerphone.
"Chairman, sorry to disturb your rest so late."
A gentle, cultured middle-aged male voice ca from the other end, sounding quite polite,
"It’s fine, Professor."
Fang Cheng held the steering wheel with both hands, calmly watching the road conditions ahead:
"I’m out taking care of so matters, currently in the car heading ho."
As he spoke, he gently turned the wheel to change lanes, overtaking a slow truck, then asked:
"Is the recruitnt of organization mbers settled?"
"Yes, accomplished without fail."
The Professor’s voice carried a hint of weary exhaustion, but more so excitent:
"I just got back from the airport. This recruitnt mission to the province went very smoothly."
"Thank you for your hard work, Professor."
Fang Cheng expressed his gratitude, continuing:
"Tell the specifics."
"Certainly."
The Professor cleared his throat, his tone becoming more solemn:
"I brought back a total of five new mbers in this first batch."
"So are old friends I t during my years on the run, others are descendants of past acquaintances who they highly recomnded as trusted candidates.
"These individuals have clean backgrounds and, after investigation, are found to be of impeccable character, known and trusted."
"Oh?"
A hint of anticipation flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes:
"What kind of people are they? What abilities do they have?"
The Professor pondered his words briefly before proceeding with a detailed introduction:
"Among these five, there are two rare Spiritual mutants."
"One of them is the daughter of an old friend of mine, nad Xiao Ya, who just awakened ’Telekinesis Manipulation.’"
"Although she can currently only move objects weighing a few kilograms, her spiritual power is stable, and she is very young, with great potential."
"With a little training, she can handle precise combat or support tasks. I plan to first place her in the Intelligence Departnt and personally ntor her."
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