541: Chapter 541 A Beautiful Moment, A Mysterious Visitor

Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao walked back along the ramp they had come from and pushed open the heavy iron door of the bomb shelter.

They hadn't felt it while underground, but the moment they came out, a tremendous roar of noise instantly rushed toward them.

"Rumble—"

Not far away, several yellow excavators were waving their giant arms as they worked.

The drums of the concrete mixers slowly rotated, continuously churning the mortar.

The shouts of the workers rose one after another, mixed with the crisp sounds of steel rebars colliding.

Compared to the silence and emptiness of the bomb shelter, this place was filled with bustling energy and enthusiasm.

It felt as if they had plunged headfirst from an isolated underground world back into the bustling and boiling mortal realm.

By this time, the sun was already slanting westward, and the industrial park was shrouded in an orange afterglow.

Fang Cheng stood at the entrance of the cave, squinting his eyes to adjust to the outside light, and casually patted the dust off his cuffs.

Then he turned his head sideways to look at Lin Chuqiao beside him.

This great beauty, who was usually exquisite to the last detail, looked somewhat disheveled at the moment.

The hem of her black professional suit skirt was stained with a little grayish-white wall ash, and her shiny high heels were covered with a thick layer of dust, with dark red rust even smudged near the heels.

Down below just now, she had to hold up the blueprints, explain each abandoned building one by one, and hold a pen to record various data; she had truly gone through a lot of trouble.

Lin Chuqiao also seemed to feel uncomfortable underfoot, glanced down, and slightly furrowed her brows.

Immediately afterward, she took out a wet tissue from her bag, bent down, and gently wiped the stains on her leather shoes.

"That's about enough. The ground is covered in dirt; you won't be able to wipe it clean."

Fang Cheng watched her cautious appearance and persuaded her.

"At least wipe off this piece of grease, or how are we going to get in the car later?"

Lin Chuqiao muttered, without even raising her head, seemingly wrestling with that stubborn stain on the toe of her shoe.

In order to exert force, she had to bend her waist even deeper.

Along with this large movement, her Body Integration tailored black professional suit skirt instantly stretched tight.

The fabric seamlessly clung to her body curves, outlining a breathtakingly full arc and presenting a perfect peach-shaped contour.

Fang Cheng stood at the rear side, his gaze originally sweeping past casually, but it couldn't help freezing for a fraction of a second.

Although he had always known that Lin Chuqiao had a proud figure and walked with a swaying grace on ordinary days, the visual impact brought by such an undefended back-view perspective was simply too strong.

The plumpness and firmness unique to a mature woman were vividly highlighted by this conservative black suit skirt.

It was like a fully ripened honey peach, exuding a silent temptation under the setting sun.

Fang Cheng's Adam's apple rolled slightly, feeling that it was improper to look, and instantly wanted to look away.

However, the moment his gaze drifted, his brows twitched slightly, and he noticed a conspicuous grayish-white mark stained on the rear side of Lin Chuqiao's tight skirt hem, close to the root of her thighs.

It must have been just now in the bomb shelter when she turned sideways to measure data for those load-bearing pillars and accidentally brushed against the wall.

At this moment, Lin Chuqiao just happened to straighten her waist, and the moment she turned her head, she bumped into Fang Cheng's somewhat glazed gaze.

She looked down along Fang Cheng's line of sight, reached out to pull her skirt hem, and also discovered that ugly stain.

"Oh…"

Lin Chuqiao let out a soft cry, her willow brows tightly furrowed.

She hurriedly pulled out a new tissue from her bag and reached out, wanting to wipe clean the skirt stained with dust.

But that position was really a bit tricky; it was in the visual blind spot behind the inner thigh.

She was wearing a suit skirt, and her figure was plump and uplifted; if her movement amplitude was slightly larger, it would feel tight and constraining.

Twisting her body to wipe several times, her fingers could only barely reach the edge.

As a result, not only did she fail to wipe it clean, but instead, because she couldn't exert force, she smeared the dust even further.

Watching her clumsy appearance, which was somewhat red-faced and anxious, Fang Cheng helplessly shook his head.

"Don't move, let me do it."

Fang Cheng stepped forward and naturally took the tissue from Lin Chuqiao's hand.

Lin Chuqiao's body stiffened abruptly, biting her red lips, yet she did not dodge.

She just obediently stood in place, her legs pressed together, her body subconsciously tensing even tighter.

Fang Cheng bent down and gently wiped the gray stain with the tissue.

Through a thin layer of suit fabric, the touch transmitted from his fingertips was astonishingly clear.

That plump, soft, and springy feedback felt as if he only needed to use a little force, and his fingers would sink into that soft greasiness.

Although he was purely just helping out, the surrounding atmosphere became tender and seductive.

Even the roaring sound of the excavators in the distance seemed to fade away at this moment, leaving only the slightly hurried sounds of breathing.

Lin Chuqiao could clearly feel the temperature and strength of Fang Cheng's fingertips, and an unusual numbing sensation spread from the contact point all over her body.

That charming and moving pretty face instantly dyed a layer of rosy blush, even her earlobes became hot, her eyes became watery and dazed, and she could only tightly clutch the briefcase in her hand.

Fang Cheng's hand did not linger much longer; after completely wiping away the stain, he quickly withdrew it.

He stood up and looked at Lin Chuqiao's appearance of boundless shyness yet forced composure, feeling inexplicably stirred in his heart as well.

"Ahem."

Fang Cheng gave a light cough, breaking the overly ambiguous atmosphere, and quietly changed the topic:

"I see the sky is not early; it's almost time for dinner."

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao let out a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

She raised the back of her hand to touch her burning cheeks, then glanced at her wristwatch, a hint of surprise in her tone:

"It's already almost five o'clock? We stayed down below for a full three hours; no wonder I feel so starved and my legs are weak."

As she spoke, her eyes turned, and she stamped that pair of high heels that had finally been wiped clean, changing into a spoiled tone:

"Brother Cheng, you cold-hearted capitalist, you worked me like a coolie for an entire afternoon. If you don't treat me to a good meal tonight, I'm going to go on strike."

"Rest assured, I'll keep you full."

Fang Cheng smiled, raised his chin toward the black SUV parked not far away, and said while taking steps:

"After working all afternoon, climbing up and down and inhaling dust, even a capitalist cannot let employees work on an empty stomach."

Lin Chuqiao's eyes lit up, she clutched the used wet tissue in her hand, and followed briskly:

"What, is the boss really treating us today?"

"Naturally."

After walking out of the factory, Fang Cheng pulled open the passenger door of the Land Rover and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.

"Pick whatever you want to eat. To reward the housekeeper of our Illuminati, there is no upper limit on the budget tonight."

"You said this, no going back on your word!"

Lin Chuqiao sat in the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt while tilting her head to think seriously:

"Then I won't be polite. Eating boxed lunches at the construction site every day, my sense of taste is almost degenerating."

"Hmm… Tonight I want to eat a good meal, it must be the kind with meat and wine…"

"No problem, Young Miss."

Fang Cheng laughed heartily, closed the passenger door, walked around to the Driving seat, and nimbly slipped into the car.

Ignition, shift gears, step on the gas.

Accompanied by the low roar of the engine starting, the black Land Rover SUV started smoothly and slowly drove away from the bustling construction site.

The car windows rose, and the thick soundproof glass completely isolated the flying dust and harsh noise outside.

It also locked that lingering trace of ambiguous afterglow into this private space.

At this moment, the setting sun went down.

The orange afterglow spilled into the carriage through the windshield, casting a soft golden rim onto the silhouettes of the two.

Soft music flowed inside the carriage, and a faint lingering fragrance floated in the air.

That was the perfume emanating from Lin Chuqiao, elegant yet carrying a hint of tipsy sweetness.

Fang Cheng held the steering wheel with one hand, his posture casual and relaxed.

Lin Chuqiao leaned lazily against the leather seat, turned her head sideways, and gazed with brimming eyes at the man who was Driving with Focus.

From time to time, she raised her hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Her slender fingers grazed across her fair and slender neck, her movements exuding an indescribable charm and flair.

Having already cast off the heavy burden of work, she was clearly equally relaxed in body and mind, full of joy.

The two of them tacitly did not speak, enjoying this rare moment of leisurely time.

However, this leisure did not last long.

"Ring-ring—"

An abrupt cell phone ring suddenly sounded, breaking this tranquility.

Fang Cheng took out his phone from his cross-body bag and glanced at the screen.

When he saw the string of numbers jumping on it, his originally relaxed expression instantly tightened, and his gaze condensed slightly.

It was Monkey.

For safety's sake, when Monkey and Dachui executed monitoring missions, they used temporarily issued anonymous burner cards, and this number was only known by Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng reached out to press the answer button and casually lowered the volume of the car audio system.

Seeing this, Lin Chuqiao immediately put away her lazy posture and sat up straight.

The tenderness and affection originally flowing in her eyes instantly turned into vigilance; her ears twitched slightly, holding her breath and concentrating.

"President, I am Monkey."

A low voice came from the other end of the phone, with only extremely slight static sounds in the background, clearly in a quiet indoor setting:

"There is an emergency situation here at Jiuchang Street. Dachui and I have been watching the entrances and exits of the Tubular Building, and just now we discovered a strange face entering the building."

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice:

"What kind of person is the other party?"

"It's a male in his early thirties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, ordinary appearance, and a height of about one meter eighty."

Monkey's voice was calm and steady, just like reading a reconnaissance report:

"Although wearing an ordinary gray jacket, it can be seen that he is a practiced martial artist, with a very strong physique and extremely sharp eyes."

"And judging by the steps he walks, his stride lengths are inconsistent, and his center of gravity is a bit skewed. It's estimated that his legs and feet carry old injuries."

"I have been staring at the surveillance every day these past few days, and the appearances of the residents in this building are engraved in my brain. I can be one hundred percent sure that this person is definitely not a neighborhood local, nor is he a delivery guy for express mail or takeout."

"Is he still in the building?"

Fang Cheng looked ahead at the road conditions, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightening.

"He just left not long ago, coming out in less than five minutes after going in, looking hurried."

Monkey paused for a moment, his tone slightly annoyed:

"Because I wasn't clear about the situation and feared alerting the enemy, I didn't let Dachui follow him without authorization, but just recorded his characteristics."

"Why are you reporting only now?"

A trace of sternness added to Fang Cheng's tone, and his gaze became sharp.

Lin Chuqiao beside him felt the sudden change in Aura, and couldn't help reaching out to gently cover the back of his hand, her eyes full of concern.

"Report to the President, I was dialing your number ten minutes ago."

Monkey immediately made an explanation without any prevarication:

"It's just that I tried calling seven times, and it kept prompting that it could not be connected, until just now when the signal recovered."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

During that period just now, he and Lin Chuqiao were inspecting deep inside the underground bomb shelter.

The rock layers and concrete over ten meters thick shielded all signals, and it wasn't until walking out of the cave entrance that communication returned to normal.

"That was my problem."

Fang Cheng's tone softened, no longer dwelling on this detail, and instead asked:

"What did he do in those five minutes he went in? Were there any abnormal actions?"

"There are too many surveillance blind spots, making it impossible to see the specific situation clearly…"

Monkey paused for a second, slowing down his speech speed, as if pulling up video playback:

"However, according to the records of the camera installed on the opposite building, after entering, he went straight to the ninth floor, specifically walked around, and even knocked on the doors of several households, as if inquiring about something."

Was it just scouting and confirming positions?

A gleam of contemplation flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes, and after pondering for a moment, he commanded:

"Alright, I know. You guys did very well this time; not acting blindly was correct."

After encouraging them with a couple of sentences, he then continued to instruct:

"Keep helping me watch, especially these two nights, endure a bit more hardship. As soon as there is a situation, notify me immediately."

"By Acquired, the Professor's side will arrange new personnel to take over your posts."

"Understood, President, please rest assured. As long as he dares to come again, this time we will definitely not let him escape."

Monkey responded crisply and neatly, then hung up the phone.

The car interior restored tranquility once again, but the previous leisurely atmosphere had completely vanished.

Fang Cheng threw his phone back into the cross-body bag, his brows still tightly locked, lost in thought.

"Brother Cheng…"

Lin Chuqiao clenched the man's hand, her slender fingers exerting slight force, her exquisite pretty face filled with worry:

"Are the people from Utopia looking for us again?"

Fang Cheng shook his head, his gaze fixed on the gradually dense traffic ahead:

"Not sure yet. The other party only showed their face and didn't directly make a move; their identity and origin are unknown."

Looking at Fang Cheng's solemn profile, Lin Chuqiao bit her lip, a flash of determination passing through her eyes:

"How about… we still go take care of business first? Anyway, I'm not very hungry right now…"

"It doesn't matter. Since that person has already left, if we rush over now, we'll just make an empty trip."

Fang Cheng turned his head, gave her a reassuring look, and his tone was steady:

"Besides, didn't you help me predict it? If there really is any danger, you would definitely sense it in advance."

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao was startled for a moment, then withdrew her hand and nodded:

"That's true. I specifically predicted it before going out this morning; your fortune these past few days has been very stable, with no abnormal signs of danger appearing."

"However…"

She was somewhat uneasy, sat up straight, put her hands together, and was about to close her eyes for Meditation:

"To be safe, I'll help you test it once more right now."

"No need."

Fang Cheng raised his hand to stop her action, his tone decisive:

"Your ability consumes a lot of mental energy. Last time, to help me, you had a headache for two days. Since you already tested it this morning, there is no need to use it continuously in a short time."

Seeing that Lin Chuqiao still wanted to insist, Fang Cheng softened his voice and patiently explained:

"The other party has not yet made substantive harmful actions, and it's not even certain whether they came for me."

"A place like Jiuchang Street has mixed personnel; maybe it's just an out-of-town relative of some family who lost their way, or a tenant looking for a house."

"We don't need to be paranoid over an uncertain matter and mess up our own footing."

Hearing Fang Cheng say this, especially the care for her body revealed in his words, Lin Chuqiao felt a warmth in her heart, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Alright then, I'll listen to you."

She obediently lowered her hands and gently urged:

"But we still need to remain vigilant. For these few days, don't go back to live in the Tubular Building; just let Monkey and the others watch it."

"If there is any sudden situation, be sure to tell me the first time; I can help too."

"Yeah, I know."

Fang Cheng nodded and agreed.

But in his heart, he was not as relaxed as on the surface.

That mysterious man went straight to the ninth floor and hurriedly left Jiuchang Street after staying for five minutes.

This behavioral pattern was definitely not as simple as visiting relatives.

However, since Lin Chuqiao's premonition did not sound an alarm, it meant there was at least no life-threatening danger for the time being, and there was no need to rush for a moment.

Seeing that the atmosphere was slightly gloomy, Lin Chuqiao actively changed the subject and said while looking at the street view flashing outside the window:

"Right, a new private restaurant has opened on Baiyun Street in Jiangdong. I heard the taste is very good and the environment is also quiet. Why don't we go there to try it?"

Fang Cheng suppressed the doubt in his heart, and a smile hung on the corners of his mouth again:

"I'll listen to you; you are the protagonist tonight."

Finishing his words, he lightly turned the steering wheel, and the Land Rover's body flexibly changed lanes and turned.

In the distance, the setting sun fell on the horizon, and the orange-red glow of the clouds burned like fire.

High-rise buildings resembled a forest of reinforced concrete, towering in the twilight, with countless neon signs lighting up in an interlaced manner.

The black SUV merged into the traffic and sped forward. (End of Chapter)