C11 Chapter 11

She hit up the science museum first and bought some high-end, portable burglary tools. Then she turned around and scaled the exterior straight into the top floor of the RY Group.

She’d already told Zhang Tianzhe earlier that she’d get a confidential RY Group file as proof. No way was she letting an opportunity like this slip.

With their CEO still not back, and the night dark and quiet, it was the perfect time to move.

Yang Zimu rummaged through the bookshelf behind the office desk, casually grabbed a folder, and on her way out, took the safe too.

Before dawn, Yang Zimu drove out to a mansion on the outskirts of town. She tossed the folder in front of a man lounging with women draped all over him. “Next time I catch you living this good, watch what happens to your manhood.”

Zhang Tianzhe never expected she’d get the file in a single day. He opened it, not believing it—then nearly jumped out of his skin.

“This is their newest drug formula. The people at JC Group had me looking for this forever and I couldn’t find it! Hahahaha!”

Watching Zhang Tianzhe laugh like he’d lost his mind, Yang Zimu pinched the bridge of her nose and planted one foot on the mahogany table. The beauty beside him went pale. “Babe... who is she? Why is she so arrogant?”

Her voice was sweet and syrupy. Zhang Tianzhe seemed to enjoy it. Yang Zimu, on the other hand, got goosebumps and shot him a cold look.

Zhang Tianzhe immediately shoved the woman aside, quickly cleared off the nearby couch, and grinned. “Boss, please—have a seat?”

The moment she heard Zhang Tianzhe call Yang Zimu “Boss,” the woman’s face turned ghost-white. She didn’t even dare look at Yang Zimu.

Yang Zimu arched a brow. “All you need to know is I’m your boss. Spread the word across City A. If I see anyone who won’t fall in line, they’ll end up like those guys from earlier today—and so will you.”

After dropping that warning, Yang Zimu moved like a shadow and was gone from the mansion within minutes.

“Babe! Why’d you call that little woman ‘Boss’? Does she deserve it?”

“Yeah, yeah... she’s tiny, all she’s got is a pretty face. T—” The woman’s hand traced circles on Zhang Tianzhe’s chest. “Who is she, really... acting like she owns the place?”

Zhang Tianzhe shoved them aside impatiently. “You’d better not mess with her.”

He didn’t like admitting it, but she wasn’t just tough enough to protect herself—she also had serious lockpicking skills. When he told his buddies in other cities and overseas, they were downright jealous.

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Back at the Zizhu complex, Yang Zimu couldn’t wait to crack the safe. But she’d barely gotten halfway when something felt off. She turned—and slammed straight into a solid, muscular chest.

Her nose and her chest flared with pain, and she instinctively threw a punch into the guy’s shoulder.

Gu Yanjue had been standing behind her for a while. Seeing her crouched on the floor working the safe’s combination, he’d frowned but didn’t interrupt.

Who knew she’d suddenly stand up and turn around, basically crashing right into him. If he hadn’t been built like a wall, that impact might’ve actually knocked him back.

His hands slid around her slim waist, pulling her into his arms. Breathing in the clean scent of her hair, Gu Yanjue closed his eyes, clearly enjoying himself. “Zimu, that little punch of yours is just tickling me.”

He’d just gotten out of the shower—hair slicked back, fake beard gone—his handsome face fully on display.

At first, Yang Zimu’s brain short-circuited. She didn’t think much of it until he held her tight, and her hands brushed over smooth, bare skin. That’s when she realized—

Something hard and solid pressed against her. Her face flushed red as she shoved him away with all her strength. “It’s the middle of the night—why are you out here without clothes on?”

“To sleep with you.”