Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Chapter 447 The Male Protagonists’ White Moonlight 9

Xiaojiu's mechanical voice suddenly stopped: "Searching for black web transaction records... Host, how did you guess that? Lu Chen's encryption method is at the top 3 level on the dark web!"

Countless pop-up windows instantly exploded on the holographic interface, and hacked emails and transfer records fell like snowflakes.

Meng Qiqi turned around and leaned back on the velvet sofa, casually opening the mint candy package.

As the cool breath spread across her tongue, she thought of the real gunshot wound on Lu Chen's neck - the smell of blood mixed with cologne at that time was definitely not something that special effects makeup could imitate.

"Remember the direction of the bloodstains on his shirt?" She folded a small boat out of candy wrapper. "The angle of the bullet scratch was just enough to avoid the vital part, but it was realistic enough."

The interface suddenly froze on a string of anonymous transfer records from a Swiss bank.

Next to the amount, the transaction notes column clearly read "Balance of New York Operation", and the encrypted IP of the recipient, after layers of tracing, finally pointed to the offshore company under Lu Chen's name.

Xiaojiu's voice was filled with amazement: "Master Host! Did you even anticipate that he deliberately revealed his flaws to guide our investigation?"

Memories came flooding back.

In the melee in the coffee shop, Lu Chen's moves that seemed fierce but actually left room for maneuver; the military-grade tactical belt he inadvertently revealed when boarding the plane; and just now in the garden, when he was playing chess with Fu Chenzhou, the landing point of the chess pieces perfectly coincided with the attack location on the New York map.

"He wanted me to find out from the beginning." Meng Qiqi stood up and opened the curtains. The moonlight outlined her graceful silhouette.

Fu Chenzhou's personal bodyguards were patrolling in the distance.

She chuckled softly, her fingertips scratching Lu Chen's name on the glass, "Actor Lu, this performance is really wonderful."

Xiaojiu suddenly sounded the alarm: "Host! Lu Chen's phone is connecting to the old house's surveillance system! He's coming to your room now!"

The knock on the door sounded at the right time, with a special rhythm of three long and two short knocks.

Meng Qiqi blinked at the data stream in the mirror and threw the mint candy paper boat into the crystal ashtray.

When she opened the door, Lu Chen was leaning against the door frame, a dangerous smile in his peach blossom eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and in his hand was the lipstick she had left in New York - Dior 999's bright red, like solidified blood in the moonlight.

"My little detective," he shook his lipstick and slowly approached, "you've deduced so many wonderful plots, shouldn't you give me a reward?"

Meng Qiqi just stared at him without answering.

Lu Chen's slender fingers played with the lipstick on the dressing table, and the metal shell reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Qiqi, with a hint of a smile on his lips: "Oh? My little detective, tell me about it?"

Meng Qiqi leaned against the door frame, tapping her chin with her fingertips, her eyes sly as a fox. "Su Wanwan was able to climb all the way from the slums to where she is now. She must have had someone helping her. With her means, how could she possibly get access to real upper-class resources? Unless... someone is secretly paving the way."

She suddenly leaned closer, and the scent of perfume wrapped in the cool mint filled Lu Chen's nose. "And this person happens to have some secret connection with her."

Lu Chen's pupils shrank slightly, but he still maintained an elegant posture: "Continue."

"Su Wanwan's mother died young, yet there's almost no trace of her in the files. This in itself is very suspicious." Meng Qiqi paced around Lu Chen, the sound of her high heels tapping the floor as crisp as drumbeats. "I guess her mother saved your life and asked you to take care of her daughter before she died. So all these years, you watched Su Wanwan climb up by any means necessary, watched her sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire, but she always held on to that last bit of her bottom line."

The air suddenly solidified.

The lipstick in Lu Chen's hand fell to the carpet with a "plop". He reached out to take off his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a shallow scar at the end of his eye - that was the mark left when he rescued a Chinese woman during a secret mission in the Middle East seven years ago.

Before she died, the woman stuffed the swaddled Su Wanwan into his arms and said with her last breath: "Please... take good care of her..."

"You really do know everything." Lu Chen's voice suddenly became hoarse. He turned and looked out the window at the night. "I arranged those attacks in New York just to test your bottom line. I thought you would be like the others and crush Su Wanwan into the dust."

Meng Qiqi walked over to him, the moonlight overlapping their shadows: "So you deliberately revealed your flaws, deliberately letting me find out the truth?"

She paused, remembering Su Wanwan's collapse in the police car. "You know that foreign prisons are not places for people to stay, so you want to use me to make her give up?"

Lu Chen was silent for a long time, then took out a yellowed photo from his pocket.

In the photo, the young mother holds her baby and smiles tenderly, with the background of the war-torn streets: "Her mother paid for this with her life. I can't let Su Wanwan destroy it like this."

He turned to look at Meng Qiqi, a rare pleading flash in his eyes, "No matter what she did, please, spare her life."

Meng Qiqi took the photo and gently stroked the bloodstains on it with her fingertips.

She thought of Su Wanwan's tragic ending in the original novel and suddenly sighed: "I can let it go, but she must leave here and never appear in front of me again."

She returned the photo to Lu Chen, then bent down to pick up the lipstick and put it in his hand. "But Mr. Lu, next time you play this dangerous game, remember to give me the script in advance."

Suddenly, the roar of a helicopter was heard outside the window, and Fu Chenzhou's voice came through the loudspeaker: "Meng Qiqi! What are you talking about with Lu Chen?!"

The next day, the morning light poured into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Meng family's old house. Fu Chenzhou was wearing a neat suit, but his tie was tilted provocatively.

He slammed his coffee cup down on the walnut coffee table, and the porcelain plates clashed harshly. "So, Lu Chen sent someone to attack you, and you didn't pursue the matter. And when he revealed his identity, you still made a deal with him?"

The man fixed Meng Qiqi with a sinister gaze. "If it were us, you would have thrown him into the Huangpu River long ago."

At the other end of the sofa, Jiang Xu took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them. The look behind the lenses was equally unfriendly: "Miss Meng is indeed very biased."

He slowly put his glasses back on his nose and said, "Last time in New York, Mr. Fu had to change his flight seven times just to get here."

"That's right!" Zhou Lin threw the game controller onto the pillow, his red hair exploding like a ball of fire. "I topped the list of live broadcast rewards, and my fans thought I was crazy! And yet, you're being affectionate with Lu Chen in the coffee shop!"

Ji Nange silently closed the piano lid, his fair fingers leaving crescent-shaped marks on the keys. "That 18th-century player piano I bought from an auction overnight to give to you, isn't it worth Lu Chen's explanation?"

Xu Mingyuan threw out an Ace of Spades, and the card was nailed into the wall with precision. "I used three traders to stabilize the stock price just so I could see you sooner."

He loosened his tie, revealing the red mark on his collarbone. "So you and Lu Chen were standing under the helicopter, chatting and laughing?"

Even the usually calm Gu Nanzhou clenched his stethoscope, his voice muffled beneath his medical mask: "I turned down eight heart bypass surgeries..."

He paused, his Adam's apple rolling, "You only care about whether Lu Chen's injury is real."

Meng Qiqi curled up in the velvet sofa, twirling the mint candy wrapper with her fingertips, a mischievous smile in her eyes.

The low pressure emanating from the six men almost solidified into substance. Fu Chenzhou even took out her cell phone, and on the screen were surveillance screenshots of Lu Chen entering and leaving her room late at night - obviously, he had already hacked into the old house system.

"So?" She suddenly sat up straight, her skirt brushing against Ji Nange's burning hand. "Are you vying for favor?" Without waiting for anyone to object, she stepped over Xu Mingyuan's leather shoes with her bare feet and climbed onto Fu Chenzhou's knees. "Boss Fu said I'll come whenever he calls?"

She traced her fingertips across the man's tense jaw. "Then why do you always run faster than anyone else?"

Jiang Xu suddenly grabbed her wrist, but she pressed it against the armrest of the sofa.

When Meng Qiqi leaned over, her hair fell, covering half of their faces. "When Mr. Jiang checked my schedule, did he expect that he would lose his temper in the board meeting because of me?"

Zhou Lin suddenly hugged her from behind, his warm breath spraying on her neck: "Sister Qiqi is biased! Obviously I was the first one..."

Before he could finish his words, Ji Nange pulled his collar and ripped open his shirt. Two buttons on the pianist's white shirt popped, revealing his delicate collarbone. "In terms of how long we've known each other, can you compare to me?"

In the chaos, Meng Qiqi was pulled into Gu Nanzhou's arms.

The man's disinfectant mixed with the scent of cedar wafted in her face. The cold metal tip of the stethoscope pressed against the back of her neck: "Stop it."

He glanced at the others with a warning, "Be careful not to get hurt."

"Did you see that?" Meng Qiqi nestled in Gu Nanzhou's arms and raised her eyebrows at everyone. "It's not that I treat you differently - it's that you have all been willing to be controlled by me."

Her laughter was as clear as a bell, but it made the six men's ears blush at the same time.

The autumn wind outside the window blew up the fallen leaves, but the atmosphere inside the house was so hot that it almost melted the marble floor.

After Fu Chenzhou suddenly pulled Meng Qiqi out of Gu Nanzhou, he clasped his fingers tightly around Meng Qiqi's waist. The dignity of his suit and tie formed a sharp contrast with the possessiveness surging in his eyes.

He leaned forward, his warm breath spraying on her ear: "I ask again, Qiqi, who do you choose?"

The other five people held their breath and concentrated. Jiang Xu's hand was shaking slightly as he pushed up his glasses. Ji Nange's knuckles turned white as he gripped the piano sheet music. Zhou Lin's fangs unconsciously bit his lower lip. Xu Mingyuan's movements of turning the playing cards suddenly accelerated. Gu Nanzhou's stethoscope left a deep red mark on his palm.

Meng Qiqi reached out and hooked her hand around Fu Chenzhou's tie, pulling his face down. She chuckled softly when her lips were only half an inch away: "Mr. Fu, do you really want me to make a choice?"

Her fingertips traced the man's tense jawline, then caressed the back of Ji Nange's slightly cool hand. "Mr. Ji's fingertips are enough to make my heart flutter, but the way Young Master Jiang pushes up his glasses while planning a strategy is something I can't take my eyes off."

Jiang Xu's Adam's apple rolled and a suppressed groan escaped from his throat.

Meng Qiqi, however, had already tiptoed close to his ear, breathing softly, "The sight of you working overnight to handle a transnational contract dispute for me is more moving than any love words."

She turned around and threw herself into Zhou Lin's open arms. The red-haired boy immediately hugged her waist tightly. "Xiao Zhou is crazy about voting for me in the live broadcast room. What girl wouldn't be moved by those 'Qiqi exclusive rockets' that fill the screen?"

Xu Mingyuan suddenly opened the collar of his shirt, revealing a large area of ​​cold white skin. He threw out his black card and slapped it on the table, making a crisp sound: "So these are not as good as Lu Chen?"

Meng Qiqi walked barefoot across the carpet, picked up the black card, and flipped it between her fingers. "Mr. Xu's lavish spending is fascinating, but Dr. Gu turned down eight surgeries for me. This exclusive favor is even more thrilling."

She nestled into Gu Nanzhou's open white coat, feeling the man's intense heartbeat. "When you said 'Don't make trouble, be careful not to get hurt,' I suddenly felt that maybe it wouldn't be bad to be spoiled by you all the time."

She raised her face, the teardrop mole at the end of her eye trembling slightly with her smile, "Why do I have to choose? Mr. Fu wants absolute possession, but aren't each of you indulging my greed?"

The low pressure surrounding the six men instantly turned into an undercurrent of ambiguity.

Fu Chenzhou suddenly grabbed the back of her head and fiercely kissed her chattering lips, a vague question escaping from between his teeth: "Say it again?"

Meng Qiqi smiled and gave the initiative to Jiang Xu, allowing the man with gold-rimmed glasses to trace the shape of her lips with his tongue.

Ji Nange's slender fingers entangled with her hair, Zhou Lin's hot kiss fell on her neck, Xu Mingyuan bit her earlobe and rubbed it, and Gu Nanzhou's palm pressed on her violently beating heart through the fabric of her clothes.

"Isn't this good?" Meng Qiqi panted, her seductive eyes sweeping across six faces filled with desire. "You give me preference, and I return your unique heartbeat - this is the fairest game, isn't it?"