75: Chapter 75 The Tea Master's Performance? In my eyes, it was just poor acting.

In the administrative department's changing room, Su Meimei took three deep breaths in front of the mirror.

The short skirt that Gu Changan had deemed "non-compliant" had already been thrown into the trash can, replaced by a set of grey work clothes collected from the logistics department.

The loose cut perfectly concealed her pride-and-joy S-shaped curves, and the fabric was as rough as sandpaper, rubbing against her delicate skin until it hurt.

"Damn straight male, damn regulations!"

Su Meimei gritted her teeth, a dark red gleam flashing in the depths of her eyes.

As an elite of the Abyss Succubus race, in which plane had she ever not been held in the palms of men's hands?

When had she ever suffered the grievance of having to wear labor protection clothes?

[System Prompt: Host, please calm down. The target's psychological defense is extremely high. It is suggested to change strategy, create physical contact, and trigger the suspension bridge effect.]

"I know that without you telling me!"

Su Meimei adjusted her slightly loose collar; since visual temptation had been physically blocked by that steel ruler, she would try something more direct.

She had specifically checked the Director's schedule earlier; at this time, Gu Changan usually went to the pantry to get a cup of warm water.

That was the only relatively private corner in the Bureau of Anomalies, which was under full surveillance.

The pantry was located at the end of the corridor, and the afternoon sun shone in through the blinds, with a faint aroma of coffee beans drifting in the air.

Gu Changan was standing in front of the water dispenser with his back to the door, holding that old cadre enamel mug printed with "Serve the People."

His posture was upright, his back like a pine tree; even when just getting water, he stood with the Aura of someone inspecting troops.

Su Meimei lightened her steps, like a cheetah approaching its prey.

She held a cup of hot latte in her hand, her gaze locked on Gu Changan's broad back.

At a time like this, complex techniques were unnecessary.

She only needed a stumble, a delicate cry, and then to fall into the man's arms.

The hot coffee spilling on both of them, the skin-to-skin contact in the panic would be enough to ignite any male creature's protective desire.

The script was perfect.

Su Meimei walked to a position two steps behind Gu Changan, her high heels making a crisp "clack" on the floor.

"Ah! My foot!"

She let out a sweet, delicate exclamation, the sweetness of her voice just right—appearing panicked yet not losing her fragility.

Her center of gravity instantly lost balance, and her whole body, like a kite with a broken string, smashed accurately toward Gu Changan's back.

According to the Succubus System's calculations, the moment Gu Changan heard the sound and turned around, he would be perfectly positioned to catch her in his arms.

However, reality is often more skeletal than the script.

Just as Su Meimei's nose tip was less than ten centimeters from the back of Gu Changan's uniform, the man who appeared completely defenseless moved.

Without turning his head, without panic, and not even a ripple in the water in the enamel mug in his hand.

Gu Changan looked as if he had eyes on the back of his head; with a light turn of his heel, he shifted a step to the left with fluid motion.

The movement was clean and decisive, as standard as a tactical evasion maneuver from a textbook.

"Thump!"

This muffled sound was solid, making one feel the pain in their bones just hearing it.

Su Meimei couldn't retract her force at all; she slammed face-first into the hard marble floor.

The cup of hot latte in her hand drew a parabola and splashed completely onto her grey work clothes with a "splash," even splattering onto her freshly styled hair.

Sharp pain shot from her knees and elbows; Su Meimei's tears burst out instantly from the pain, and she lay on the ground, unable to catch her breath for a long time.

"The floor was just mopped; it is indeed a bit slippery."

Gu Changan's calm voice came from above.

Su Meimei lifted her head with difficulty, her face stained with brown coffee marks, her makeup ruined on one side.

Through blurred vision, she saw Gu Changan looking down at her, no pity in his eyes, but rather a kind of... disgust?

Disgust that she had dirtied the floor?

"Director Gu..." Su Meimei suppressed the urge to kill, immediately activating the System skill [Pitiful LV5].

Her eye sockets quickly turned red, crystal tears hovering, her voice trembling with a weeping tone: "I think I twisted my foot, it hurts so much... Could you help me up?"

This move could stir the softest protective desire in the heart of even a cold-blooded killer.

Gu Changan looked down at the slender hand reaching toward him, his fingers moving slightly.

Just as Su Meimei thought she had succeeded, Gu Changan stepped back half a step, opening up an absolute safety distance of two meters.

"Comrade Su Meimei." Gu Changan's tone was serious, "According to the 'National Civil Servant Code of Conduct' and the 'Workplace Sexual Harassment Prevention Regulations' Chapter 4, Article 12, opposite-sex superiors and subordinates should maintain an appropriate social distance in non-work necessary situations. Your request is suspected of inducing a superior to violate discipline."

Su Meimei's hand, still in mid-air, froze, her expression cracking.

What the hell is social distance! My leg is broken and you're talking to me about regulations?

Before she could react, Gu Changan raised his hand to check his watch, his brow slightly furrowed: "Additionally, this carpet is imported wool that was just replaced last week and is a fixed asset of the Bureau. The sugary drink you just spilled is extremely difficult to clean and will likely cause the carpet to be scrapped."

He took a small notebook from his pocket, scribbled a few lines, tore off a slip of paper, and placed it lightly on the table nearby.

"This is an asset damage compensation form issued by the Administration Section; remember to go to the Finance Department before getting off work to pay the money. Damaging public property requires compensation at the assessed value; that is the rule."

Su Meimei lay on the ground, a mouthful of old blood stuck in her throat, almost dying of anger on the spot.

This was that man who claimed to be "absolutely rational"? This was simply a machine without any human emotion!

"But Director, I can't get up right now..." Su Meimei still wouldn't give up, biting her lip, trying to use her final stubbornness to exchange for even a shred of sympathy.

"Understood."

Gu Changan nodded.

Su Meimei felt a surge of joy in her heart; finally, he was going to...

Gu Changan turned and walked to the door, stuck half his body out, and shouted to the corridor: "Auntie Wang! Is Auntie Wang there? Someone fell in the pantry. Bring a mop and disinfectant, and also call two security guards to carry this person to the infirmary. Remember to wear gloves; the injured person is covered in sticky liquid, don't dirty the uniforms."

After speaking, he carried his cup of warm water and, without even glancing at Su Meimei on the floor again, walked out of the pantry with a steady pace.

Leaving Su Meimei alone, sprawled in the mess, listening to the sound of the mop cart wheels getting closer in the corridor, her mentality completely collapsed.

"Gu! Changan!"

She roared hysterically in her heart.

In the Director's office.

Gu Changan placed the enamel mug on the table and unhurriedly straightened his sleeves, which had no wrinkles.

He sat back in the swivel chair, tapped his fingers on the Keyboard a few times, and the huge screen in front of him lit up instantly.

In the center of the screen was the high-definition surveillance playback of the pantry.

On the screen, Su Meimei's extremely unnatural "fake fall" was slowed down ten times.

From the angle of the jump to the point of force, and even the calculating expression that flashed across her face for an instant, everything was captured clearly.

"Poor acting."

Gu Changan snorted coldly, a pale blue stream of data flashing in the depths of his eyes.

[Sin Judgment Eye] activated instantly.

Above that face that appeared delicate and dripping with beauty, several bright red tags were flashing wildly:

[Name: Su Meimei (Alias)]

[Race: Abyss Succubus]

[Identity: Main God Space Infiltrator / Commercial Spy / Green Tea System Host (Grade B)]

[Crime Warning: Attempting to corrupt state civil servants through mental control methods, intending to steal national core secrets, suspected of endangering national security and espionage.]

"Want to play Liaozhai with me?"

A cold arc hooked at the corner of Gu Changan's mouth, his fingers lightly stroking the red button under the tabletop.

"Don't even look at what place this is. This is the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs, the place specifically for catching you demons and ghosts."

He was not in a hurry to press the arrest button.

Since the Main God Space had sent such a "big gift," it would be a waste to just arrest her directly.

It just so happened that the Bureau's anti-espionage propaganda and education materials had been a bit scarce recently; didn't someone just deliver themselves to the door?

"Since you like acting so much, then I will accompany you to the end."

Gu Changan picked up the internal phone on the table and dialed the security department's extension: "Hello, is this the monitoring room? This is Gu Changan. From now on, conduct 24-hour, no-blind-spot surveillance on the Director's Administrative Secretary, Su Meimei. Even if she uses a few sheets of paper in the bathroom, I want it recorded."