The moment the screen lit up, its cold white glow illuminated her slightly weary face.
She took a deep breath and began focusing on her task.
She started processing the lines of code Wei Junyi had previously transmitted through encrypted channels.
Just as the final line of code was entered—
The screen suddenly flickered, revealing a chubby, round panda.
It wore a comical little vest, sprawled leisurely in the center of a bamboo grove.
Clutching a fresh bamboo shoot in its paws, it munched away with evident delight.
The scene was remarkably lifelike.
The panda swayed its head contentedly as it ate, radiating adorable clumsiness.
As the bamboo was gradually consumed—
The code on the screen began automatically clearing itself.
Almost simultaneously with the disappearance of the final line—
Her phone on the corner of the desk abruptly rang.
Wei Junyi’s voice, suppressed with excitement, came through: “Sister Lou, it’s done! Firewall bypassed, data migration complete—they didn’t notice a thing!”
But at that moment—
Clear footsteps suddenly echoed from the corridor outside.
Growing steadily closer.
Lou Qiyun swiftly closed her laptop, fingertips lightly brushing the cover.
Her expression remained calm as still water, eyes slightly lowered.
The moment the door pushed open, Wu Haifeng strode inside.
His posture was erect, tie slightly loosened, sleeves rolled up.
His gaze immediately fell upon Lou Qiyun sitting leisurely in her office chair.
One hand rested on the armrest while the other still flipped through documents on the desk.
Sunlight slanted through the blinds.
Wu Haifeng let out a derisive laugh, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“Was that all Lu Lingchuan was capable of? Trying to tamper with the Wu Family’s systems? Pure fantasy!”
His voice was low.
Lou Qiyun responded with a light laugh, her lips curving slightly.
Her composure remained unshaken.
Before officially pursuing her, wasn’t it reasonable to let her shoulder some reputation?
But that fleeting smile made Wu Haifeng pause for half a second.
With business concluded, he immediately wanted to take her away.
Their dinner had been only half-finished—he still wanted to accompany her to the riverfront night view.
To hear about the troubles she’d recently encountered at the company.
Yet before he could speak—
As they reached the building entrance, a crowd of reporters had already gathered.
Camera flashes erupted like waves, dazzling to the eyes.
Shadowy figures jostled, noise surging like tidal waves.
The moment they appeared, microphones thrust forward.
“Young Master Wu, are the online rumors about President Lou trading her daughter for benefits true?”
Wu Haifeng smiled, eyes crinkling, his tone warm and polished.
“Do you all think I’m someone who would remain indifferent to ‘selling my daughter for glory,’ even cooperating with such hype?”
He sighed faintly, brows slightly furrowed.
“After all, the Wu and Lou families have had a marriage agreement for years. Probably someone dislikes our closeness and deliberately spread this false information.”
He spoke sincerely, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
At this point, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around Lou Qiyun’s shoulder.
When he looked down at her, a trace of ruthlessness flickered deep in his eyes.
“Besides, we have a very good relationship, right? What do you say?”
His voice was hushed, almost whispering against her ear.
Lou Qiyun’s face showed no ripple, only her eyelashes trembling faintly.
After a moment of silence, she quietly averted her gaze.
The warmth on Wu Haifeng’s face instantly cracked, barely contained.
Yet he forced his smile, struggling to maintain the perfect boyfriend image.
The strength in his hand unconsciously tightened.
The previously harmonious atmosphere froze over as if instantly iced.
The surrounding reporters also sensed something unusual and collectively held their breath.
Yet the sound of camera shutters continued unabated.
The reporters exchanged glances before immediately shifting their focus, thrusting microphones toward Lou Qiyun.
“Were you forced into this?”
Another pressed, “What are your thoughts on this marriage arrangement?”
Similar questions came one after another.
Camera flashes went wild.
Wu Haifeng’s face darkened completely, his eyes turning sinister.
Without a word, he grabbed Lou Qiyun’s wrist and dragged her away.
She staggered but didn’t resist.
Allowing him to pull her toward the black Bentley.
The rearview mirror still bore the “Happy Wedding” red sticker applied that morning, now trembling faintly in the wind.
The car roared to life and sped away from the Wu Corporation building like a shot.
Tires screeched against the pavement, leaving behind a charred mark.
Inside the car, Wu Haifeng sat stiffly, hands clenched on the steering wheel.
The car stereo still played soft piano music, starkly contrasting with his current mood.
“Those reporters were all arranged by me.”
“A little money is all it takes to make them cut that last part out.”
He paused, a cold smirk curling his lips.
“The outside world will only remember how deeply in love we are. Top trending searches, headline features—all orchestrated by me.”
He turned his head to look at the woman in the passenger seat, obsession gleaming in his eyes.
“You’re mine, Lou Qiyun. You have been since we were children.”
“The more you hide from me, the more I want to possess you, Lou Qiyun.”
The cool night breeze stirred the stray hairs at Lou Qiyun’s temples.
Yet she remained completely still.
“I won’t lose to Lu Lingchuan!”
Wu Haifeng’s grip on the steering wheel tightened violently.
He couldn’t lose—absolutely could not lose to that man in front of her.
Lou Qiyun smiled faintly. “Oh?”
The corners of her lips lifted, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
She turned to look out the window as streetlights flashed by one after another.
That smile held traces of disdain and clear-sighted understanding.
The moment her words fell.
The air suddenly grew still.
Time seemed to stretch for an instant.
Then.
At the intersection ahead, a sleek black motorcycle roared into view.
Dozens of luxury cars followed in perfect formation.
One after another.
Their headlights blazed simultaneously, illuminating the entire street as bright as day.
Tires growled low against the asphalt.
This was the Lu Family’s power.
Wu Haifeng slammed on the brakes, the car lurching violently and nearly crashing into the guardrail.
He swerved the steering wheel, trying to break through.
But every direction was already sealed off.
In the rearview mirror, luxury cars formed an impenetrable wall as their doors opened.
Black-suited bodyguards stood lined up in perfect rows.
The motorcycle deftly slid sideways, blocking the car’s path.
It leaned at a near-stunt angle before coming to a steady stop.
Before the dust could settle, the rider had already dismounted.
Lu Lingchuan landed smoothly on his feet.
He wore a tailored black trench coat, its hem fluttering slightly in the wind.
His gaze was icy, locked directly on the two people inside the car ahead.
Especially the woman in the passenger seat.
Lou Qiyun tilted her head and spoke with a smile: “Young Master Wu, it seems you’ve lost.”
She cocked her head slightly, her eyes clear.
That smile looked as if she were enjoying a theatrical performance.
And Wu Haifeng was merely the flustered supporting character in it.
Her tone was full of teasing.
She knew he would be furious, and she knew he was powerless.
And this was exactly the outcome she had most wanted to see.
Wu Haifeng’s face turned ashen, unable to utter a single word.
He stared fixedly at the rearview mirror, eyes nearly spitting fire.
His lips trembled, teeth clenched tight.
He had never been in such a sorry state before.
Lu Lingchuan had already taken several strides to the passenger side.
He stood firmly by the car, his tall figure nearly blocking the light inside the vehicle.
Elegantly extending his hand.
“I’ve come to pick you up.”
He wasn’t making a request, but a declaration.
Lou Qiyun raised an eyebrow, placed her hand in his palm, and was steadily guided out.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, gently resting against his palm.