7: Insufficient permissions

Qin Yu liked beautiful women and was confident in his family's financial resources, but he was by no means the kind of fool who would let lust cloud his judgment and cause trouble for his family.

When dealing with a target of this caliber, pestering or intimidation were the lowest forms of approach; they would only be counterproductive and might even result in kicking a steel plate.

"It's normal for a beauty of this level to have a bit of a temper."

Qin Yu calmed down, his tone returning to its usual composure.

"Let's look into her family background first. Haste makes waste."

He looked in the direction where Lei Jun had disappeared, the curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes far outweighing the frustration of being rejected.

He knew that in certain matters, one had to be mindful of propriety. Today, he had clearly encountered a target that required a long-term plan.

His friend continued.

"Brother Yu, seriously, that girl just now... she was too much, wasn't she?"

"That face, that hair, that temperament—I've been around Long City for so long and seen plenty of beauties in all sorts of settings. But this level? It's really the first time!"

Another companion couldn't help but chime in, gesturing with his hands.

"Right, right, right! Especially those eyes—so cold and aloof, yet you can't forget them after just one look."

"She has even more presence than that Little Starlet we saw at the last charity gala, the one who blew up from that Xianxia drama!"

"When did Long City start hiding someone like this?"

"I've never seen her at any of the usual social gatherings before."

Qin Yu withdrew his gaze and gave his companions a cold look, warning them.

"It's precisely because we don't know her background that you can't use those unsavory methods of yours."

"Keep those little schemes to yourselves. If anyone messes around behind my back, don't blame me for being heartless."

He adjusted the cuffs of his suit.

"Let's go. We'll go in and ask."

The group pushed open the glass doors of the Hermès boutique, and the soothing music and faint scent of leather greeted them.

The senior sales consultant, Lin Wei, looked up and saw Qin Yu. A professional, warm smile immediately appeared on her face as she hurried over to greet them.

"Young Master Qin, good morning. What brings you here today?"

She bowed slightly, her tone respectful.

She recognized this Young Master Qin; he was a regular at the store, often bringing girls to buy bags. He was a big spender and one of the VIP customers they didn't want to offend.

Qin Yu didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Miss Lin, that lady with the silver-white hair who just left—did you serve her?"

Lin Wei's smile remained unchanged, but her heart skipped a beat. "Yes, Young Master Qin, that lady just purchased a bag from us."

"And?" Qin Yu leaned forward slightly. "For instance, how should I address her?"

Lin Wei's smile became a bit forced, and she leaned back slightly.

"Young Master Qin, you're making things difficult for me. The company has strict regulations; we absolutely cannot disclose any guest's private information. That lady is an esteemed guest of ours, I really..."

Qin Yu stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"Fine, I understand. I know your rules; I won't make it hard for you."

"I'll just ask President Wang when I go to have tea with him."

After saying that, he didn't spare another glance at the slightly pale Lin Wei. He gestured to his companions and turned to leave the boutique.

His father was one of the Board Members of Tianqiong Technology, a company that had been deeply rooted in the Long City business world for many years with an intricate network of connections.

If he wanted to find out about someone, there were plenty of ways; there was no need to waste time on a sales clerk.

Before long, through a certain special channel, Qin Yu obtained the license plate number of that harley-davidson.

He thought for a moment and dialed the number of a friend who worked at the Vehicle Management Bureau.

"Do me a favor. Check a license plate and see the owner's information," Qin Yu said, getting straight to the point.

The person on the other end responded, and the sound of typing on a keyboard came through the phone.

However, a few minutes later, the friend's tone became exceptionally serious and cautious. "A-Yu, tell me the truth, you didn't offend this car owner, did you?"

Qin Yu was stunned for a moment, and his body, which had been leaning against the car seat, instinctively straightened up. "No, I just wanted to get to know her. What's wrong?"

"Is there a problem?"

"A huge problem!"

The voice on the other end dropped even lower, carrying a hint of undetectable tension.

"I don't have enough permission on my end to check the information for this license plate!"

"What?" Qin Yu was truly shocked. "Even you can't check it?"

With his friend's position, looking up information on an ordinary vehicle should have been a breeze.

"I can't. The system prompt says the permission level is insufficient."

The other party's tone was extremely earnest.

"A-Yu, take my advice: this car owner is definitely not ordinary."

"Their background might be incredibly deep. Whatever you do, don't provoke them, and certainly don't use any means to investigate further. Be careful not to play with fire, or you might drag me down with you."

"Some flowers look beautiful, but they have thorns or are even poisonous. They're not to be touched."

Qin Yu's heart sank abruptly, and a layer of fine cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

He quickly promised, "Don't worry, I understand the stakes. I was just curious; I definitely have no ill intent. Thanks for this. I'll treat you to a meal later."

After hanging up, Qin Yu held his phone and didn't move for a long time.

The street scene outside the car window was bustling and prosperous, yet he felt a wave of lingering fear.

Insufficient permissions?

That exquisite yet indifferent face flashed in his mind again, along with that priceless necklace.

Who exactly was she?

When did such a mysterious figure arrive in Long City?

He was extremely curious, but his friend's serious warning was still ringing in his ears.

He took a deep breath and abandoned the idea of continuing the deep investigation.

There were certain lines that must never be crossed... Meanwhile, at Boyue Mansion.

Lei Jun kicked off the high heels that had tortured her feet all morning and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, walking straight toward the spacious and bright bathroom.

She drew a tub of hot water, added a few drops of soothing essential oils, and slid her entire body into the steam-filled massage bathtub, letting out a comfortable sigh.

As the warm water enveloped her tired body, she closed her eyes, and her consciousness sank into the system interface in her mind.

The [Mall] function had been unlocked. The interface was simple, with only two items currently displayed alone.

The first was [God-Level Makeup Art], with a listed price of 1,000 godly tycoon coins.

Item Description: Master makeup techniques that transcend the era. Capable of creating any look at will to highlight charm, and even perform a certain degree of disguise.

Lei Jun was slightly taken aback.

Makeup?

For the current her, this was indeed a blind spot.

With a face like this, not knowing how to accentuate it seemed like a bit of a waste.

This skill seemed practical.

Her gaze moved down to the second item.

The [youth retention pill], with a listed price of 10,000 godly tycoon coins.

Item Description: After consumption, it can lock in youthful looks, delay skin aging, and maintain one's state at its peak for a long time.

A youth retention pill?

Could it be the legendary miraculous medicine that allows one's appearance to remain eternal?