Chapter 17: Accompanying You To Sleep Is Also One Of My Duties (Prelude To H)
"Did you bug my office?"
Just as Yan Jingyao's fingers flew over the keyboard to crack the Banshan Villa District's password, Ji Lan's cold voice suddenly sounded behind her.
A chill immediately spread across her back.
Yan Jingyao broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, the system she was cracking wasn't too complicated, and she quickly finished typing the code.
She pressed the Enter key hard to initiate it, then turned around, cautiously and a little guilty, looking at Ji Lan.
But Ji Lan ignored her "I'm sorry" look. "Where did you plant the bug?"
Anyone familiar with Ji Lan knew that when this cold and elegant professor spoke with a tone that seemed indifferent, she was angry.
Yan Jingyao, who understood this well, immediately realized she had upset her. She hurriedly explained, "No! Lanlan, I didn’t plant a bug in your office!"
Ji Lan remained unmoved. "Then how did you know Qin Mo came to see me?"
"I..."
Yan Jingyao immediately fell silent. She bit her lip and hesitated for a long time before saying, "I put a tracker on Qin Mo’s car."
The atmosphere instantly became heavy.
"You so-called upper society," after a long silence, Ji Lan finally asked Yan Jingyao coldly, "Do you all like using these underhanded methods to control others?"
Ji Lan, usually well-mannered, almost mocked her bitterly, and Yan Jingyao's heart sank.
"Lanlan, I..."
"Is there a tracker on my car?" Ji Lan stared at Yan Jingyao, "Tell me honestly."
Yan Jingyao secretly pinched her palm. "…Yes."
"…"
The atmosphere suddenly grew oppressive. Ji Lan stared at Yan Jingyao for a long while before suddenly turning and walking out.
"Lanlan?"
Yan Jingyao hurriedly called her, but Ji Lan turned back, her voice eerily calm.
"Go on with your work. We'll talk about this later."
She said, then turned and left. Yan Jingyao stood there, staring as Ji Lan closed the door, her mind blank.
Ji Lan was angry at her…
"Jingyao!"
Shen Jin’s sudden voice in the earpiece snapped Jingyao out of her thoughts.
“I’m being followed.”
Yan Jingyao snapped back to reality and quickly sat at the desk, pulling up the highway surveillance.
Behind Shen Jin's car, there was indeed a black jeep.
"He followed me as soon as I exited the toll station. I purposely took another exit and looped back, and he followed me too."
It was likely to cut off Zhang Minsheng. Yan Jingyao watched the footage and confirmed that going to the Banshan Villa would have to wait.
She pulled up the surveillance for Banshan Villa and saw Zhang Minsheng enter one of the new villas. Within seconds, several cars stopped at the entrance, and seven or eight people got out.
“Turn around. They’ve sent a lot of people,” Yan Jingyao speculated. “They’re probably dividing the money. The ledger shouldn’t be inside.”
After checking the accounts, the method and location for distributing the money would only involve henchmen.
It was pointless to go now. Shen Jin sighed, then stepped on the gas, speeding up suddenly.
The jeep behind her also accelerated. As she watched it close in through the rearview mirror, Shen Jin pulled the handbrake, spun the steering wheel, and drifted into a U-turn.
The sharp screeching sound of friction was deafening. Before the black jeep could react, Shen Jin floored the accelerator, charging directly at it.
The driver instinctively swerved, but the jeep crashed heavily into the guardrail.
“Bang!”
With a huge crash, Shen Jin's car, dented from the front, zoomed past the red-light jeep and sped toward Licheng.
….
Qin Mo had just finished washing up and was about to lie down when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Who could it be at this hour? Confused and wary, she walked over to the door and peered through the peephole.
It was Shen Jin.
Her mistress showing up late at night made Qin Mo's thoughts go wild for a second, and then she blushed.
What on earth was she thinking?
She quickly slapped her face to calm down and opened the door.
Shen Jin's hair was a bit messy, and her clothes were half wet, looking quite disheveled.
"How did you—end up like this?"
Shen Jin lowered her head pitifully, her voice tinged with tears.
“Ms. Qin, I didn't bring my keys. I was hit by someone riding a bicycle on the road, and... this happened."
At this late hour... hit by a bicycle? Qin Mo found it hard to believe, more so because it seemed improbable. There should be few cars on the road by now, let alone bicycles.
But Shen Jin indeed had red scratches on her face, and a few dirty marks on her chin. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty. She kept her head lowered, showcasing her “misery”.
"..."
Perhaps because of seeing an unfamiliar "big cat" tonight, Qin Mo suddenly felt that Shen Jin in front of her resembled a big cat.
The kind that, when the owner is away, chews up toilet paper or scratches the leather sofa, leaving long marks. When the owner returns, the cat would hang its head at the door, pretending to be innocent.
In short, Qin Mo felt a strange mix of amusement and frustration, as if Shen Jin was truly her "big cat."
Forget it... Qin Mo rubbed her temples, trying to shake off her odd thoughts and suppress her involuntary "big cat" imagination.
"Come in," Qin Mo turned to the side. "It's late, you can find a locksmith tomorrow."
Shen Jin obediently hummed and quickly stepped into Qin Mo's apartment, closing the door behind her. Qin Mo turned up the living room light and gestured for Shen Jin to sit on the sofa.
"I'll find some alcohol to disinfect and put on a band-aid," Qin Mo looked at her face and sighed. "Wait here, don't move around."
Shen Jin, filled with gratitude, nodded fervently.
In reality, she was laughing her head off inside. It was all worth it for the fall she took at school. To make it more convincing, she even deliberately fell a few more times in the underground parking lot just now, scraping her face.
If you’ve ever seen a "big cat" like a snow leopard gently holding its tail, then you'd easily imagine Shen Jin's current posture.
She sat perfectly still on the sofa, her hands neatly placed on her lap. When Qin Mo came out with the first aid kit and saw her, she couldn’t help but think of a big cat again.
Uh… Qin Mo was helpless, thinking it must be that mischievous leopard spirit at work!
She silently complained in her mind, and Shen Jin mysteriously sneezed.
Qin Mo put the first aid kit on the table and turned to look at Shen Jin who was sneezing. "Are you catching a cold?"
"Should... shouldn't be, right?"
Shen Jin didn’t know why she suddenly sneezed. Maybe someone was talking about her behind her back?
Qin Mo took alcohol wipes from the first aid kit, unscrewed the bottle, and used tweezers to pick up a small amount, gently rubbing it on Shen Jin’s face.
She was careful not to hurt her, moving softly as she cleaned the tiny blood marks on Shen Jin’s face.
Once it was clean, Qin Mo squeezed a bit of anti-inflammatory ointment and gently applied it to Shen Jin’s wounds.
"I won’t put a band-aid on your face," Qin Mo said, after carefully examining the wound. "It’s not a very deep cut."
Shen Jin obediently nodded. Qin Mo picked up the alcohol swab again. "Are you hurt anywhere else?”
"Uh..."
Shen Jin suddenly came up with an idea and started to take off her clothes.
Her movements were swift as if she had practiced before. She quickly removed her shirt and threw it on the sofa, then unhooked her bra with her other hand.
The bold actions stunned Qin Mo, and it took her a full ten seconds to react.
"Hey, you..."
She quickly tried to stop Shen Jin from taking off her pants, but it was too late. Shen Jin's lower body was left with only her underwear.
Qin Mo: "..."
Shen Jin looked very innocent. "Didn't you ask me where I was hurt? I don't know either..."
After a pause, she raised both hands, as if in a posture for a body search before entering prison. "Look."
Qin Mo was speechless, feeling that the professional mistress was indeed open-minded. Yet, she couldn't help but admit that Shen Jin had a great figure.
Her curves were naturally impressive, but the key was the tight muscles, beautiful without being bulky, soft yet strong.
A certain elegant wildness hit her in the face, and the sensuality of it even made Qin Mo, who still had some confidence in her own body, blush.
There were no serious injuries. Qin Mo disinfected her scraped elbow and applied a band-aid, then gently massaged the side of her waist where a faint bruise had formed.
Her gaze inadvertently swept over the firm breasts, and Qin Mo noticed a few scars on them, which piqued her curiosity.
"Are... are these old injuries?"
"Mm," Shen Jin lied effortlessly. "Because of the scars, no one wants to keep me. They think I'm ugly."
"Actually... your figure is quite good," Qin Mo said as she kneaded her waist, her fingers touching the warm, soft, yet very muscular contour of her abs. She comforted Shen Jin, "A few scars don't matter.”
Shen Jin couldn't help but secretly smile but put on a touched expression on her face.
"Thank you, Ms. Qin."
Qin Mo smiled, sprayed the bruise and sprain medication on her, and once she confirmed there were no other injuries, she put the first aid kit away.
"Put your clothes on."
Although she had been naked in front of her before, that was during the "service" time. Qin Mo always felt that it was very uncomfortable for Shen Jin to talk to her almost naked like this...
Shen Jin still had no intention of hiding her embarrassment, her perky breasts exposed in such a white and smooth way.
Qin Mo's gaze was almost scorched, and she awkwardly turned around. Just as she was about to grab the medicine box and head to the study, Shen Jin suddenly embraced her from behind.
The soft flesh pressed against her back, her pajamas thin, and the two dots on the front were especially prominent as they pressed against Qin Mo.
She was immediately flushed red from the body heat transmitted by the other person, and Qin Mo instinctively tried to struggle but was hugged even tighter.
"Shen Jin?"
"Ms. Qin," Shen Jin teased her ear, "I am your little mistress, accompanying you to sleep is also one of my duties.”
Qin Mo: "…"