After a moment's thought, Yan Yang deliberately added, "As for whether you'll actually accept me, feel free to take your time considering it. After all, if your rivals ever discovered someone of my caliber, who knows how desperately they'd try to snatch me away."
The four-person team: "…"
Was that a threat? Was that seriously a threat?!
Their Neighborhood Office was being threatened by some woman of unknown origins?
"Alright, that's all for today. You have my file now, so whether you want to come find me… please think it over very carefully."
Without sparing a thought for the shock she'd delivered to the security department, Yan Yang decisively ended the call.
As the screen went still, Ye Ming scratched his head. "Boss, what do we do about this?"
"Notify the higher-ups first and see how they want to handle it." Rong Xiao had been with the department for years, yet this was the first time he'd encountered something so blindsiding.
Hong Yue's beautiful eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement. "I say we bring her in and test her out. I'd really love to hypnotize her and see what's going on inside that head of hers…"
Ling He, who had finally managed to stay focused, shuddered at the words. "Can you perverts stop trying to pry into other people's minds all the time?"
"What's the matter? Afraid I'll hypnotize you and uncover your deepest fears and desires?"
Hong Yue leaned in provocatively. "Little Hehe… want to give it a try?"
Her pupils were pitch-black; stare into them too long, and your mind would involuntarily drift.
Ling He extended his slender fingers and neatly pushed her away, his eyes—finer than any woman's—curving slightly. "In. Your. Dreams."
"Tch, no fun…"
…
Yan Yang emerged from the bedroom to find the arch-villain had already vanished again.
She pulled out her phone and discreetly checked the coordinates displayed on it. After the new phone she'd ordered yesterday had arrived, she'd given it to him—and slipped in a tracking app that no ordinary person would ever detect.
Though the arch-villain had said he'd repay all the money eventually, Yan Yang actually hoped he'd owe her more and more.
The tracker now showed Feng Sixi at the city's famous computer mall—looked like he was buying equipment for himself.
So the man actually had some money on hand?
Why did she keep getting the feeling she could never be too careful…
But guard she must. Until she'd fully secured him, Yan Yang had to do everything possible to keep him away from raw materials that could potentially be used to create world-destroying technology.
She'd just have to keep a tight watch on Feng Sixi's accounts and strike the moment he made any move.
Yan Yang curled her lips. SSS-rank missions were always far more thrilling and dangerous than the others—she loved it.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. Glancing at the caller ID, she arched an eyebrow instinctively before answering.
A barrage of scolding immediately erupted from the other end. "How many days have you taken off now? Are you coming back to work or not? If not, get lost!"
This was the original owner of the body's boss, surname Chen, first name… forgotten. Not important.
"Sorry, Mr. Chen, but I've injured my hand, so I won't be able to come to work for a while."
Her tone was far too calm and indifferent, laced with a hint of careless disdain.
As if she stood above it all, too proud to bother with such trivialities.
President Chen choked on his words for no apparent reason, then roared with fury: "What kind of attitude is that? If you don't want to come to work, then don't bother coming at all. The company doesn't need you. Clear out your position right now—there are plenty of others waiting for it!"
"Oh, then I'll resign."
President Chen on the other end of the line fell silent for a full five seconds. "Yan Yang, are you out of your mind? You want to resign? Do you have any idea that this job of yours was—"
"President Chen, when can I officially leave?"
Yan Yang cut off his chattering incessantly.
"You—fine, you can resign, but you'll need to come to the office to handle the paperwork and take all your belongings with you."
Yan Yang actually wanted to tell President Chen to just throw everything away, but she figured the original owner of the body had it rough enough—being squeezed dry day in and day out, only to die young at that.
Considering there was some fate between them, and that this face happened to bear a fair resemblance to her own, she decided she might as well go collect those things.
"I'll be there shortly. Please wait for me at the company."
Yan Yang wasted no time—she hung up and got ready to head out.
On her drive to the company, she mulled over another question she hadn't paid much attention to before.
This mission of hers… was rather intriguing.
Not only did the original owner of the body look somewhat like her, but her name also happened to be exactly Yan Yang.
And now that she had taken over the identity of this original "Yan Yang," everything seemed to fall into place naturally. Had the Space-Time Administration ever encountered a similar situation before? She couldn't recall such a convenient coincidence ever happening.
But this was a question Yan Yang couldn't answer for now—after all, since arriving on this remote planet, her connection to the Central Star System had been essentially severed, unless she actively returned her astral consciousness.
Yet once her astral consciousness returned, the mission would be nearly impossible to complete.
Fortunately, she was someone who thrived on challenges and adventure. This intriguing situation that had landed in her lap—she would take her time unraveling it…
As Yan Yang stepped through the company's main entrance, many eyes turned to her—gazes filled with suspicion, confusion, and shock.
She wasn't puzzled by the employees' reactions; she understood exactly why.
The original Yan Yang had been fairly pretty, but she was introverted, withdrawn by nature, always walking with her head down, speaking in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, and paying little attention to her appearance. As a result, many people overlooked her entirely and held a rather poor impression of her.
But after Yan Yang had made slight adjustments to this face, transforming it completely into her own, the subtle upward tilt of her brows and the corners of her eyes gave her an air that was both alluring and bewitching. Even completely makeup-free, she looked like a spirit capable of ensnaring souls.
Not to mention the way she now carried herself—posture straight, body lines as graceful as a swan's, every step swaying with elegance, her allure almost lethal.
Everyone was probably reeling inwardly, stunned that after just a few days, Yan Yang seemed like an entirely different person. It was clearly her, yet somehow not her at all.
"Yan Yang?!"
"Yan Yang… I heard you took leave. Did something happen?"
"How come after just a few days, you seem different from before?"
Yan Yang curved her lips into a smile. "Really? Maybe because I went and got some plastic surgery these past few days."
Everyone: "??"
Seizing the moment, she quickly made her way to President Chen's office from the original owner's memory.
Meanwhile, her dumbfounded colleagues finally snapped back to reality. One girl couldn't help but mutter under her breath: "I really want to ask her which hospital she went to!"
President Chen heard the knock at the door and casually responded, "Come in."
Then he looked up and was stunned.
"You-you-you… you're Yan Yang?!"
Yan Yang smiled and took a seat across from him. "It's me, President Chen."
"How did you… how…"
"Oh, I had a little cosmetic surgery these past few days, so I look a bit different from before."
President Chen stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.