Lu Jingchen’s eyes remained unchanged; instead of answering, he asked, "Are you sure only you know the password?"

Chairman Chen thought for a moment and finally nodded confidently, "Really, only I know the password. Even my wife and son don’t know..."

"Since only you know the password, why are the files missing?" Lu Jingchen raised his eyebrows, his gaze on Chairman Chen, a hint of sarcasm already in his tone. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Chairman Chen’s face turned pale.

Right, since only he knows the password, why are the files missing?

Looking at Chairman Chen’s appearance, Lu Jingchen waved his hand somewhat irritably, "Forget it, you can leave. I’ve already reported this to the police. There will be officers at your office later to investigate and see if there are any traces left behind at the scene."

Chairman Chen clenched his teeth, said nothing further, and directly retreated.

The files were lost at his location; his responsibility in this matter was the greatest. However, Lu Jingchen didn’t say a harsh word, nor did he scold him.

Although he was indeed an elder, the same age as Lu Tianming, and was among the first batch of people to follow Lu Tianming. He contributed to the existence of CK Group.

But now, the client’s information is lost, and those contributions only make him feel extremely guilty.

After Chairman Chen left, Lu Jingchen walked directly to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling traffic outside, feeling very agitated.

His mother and wife still hadn’t been heard from, making it impossible for him to calmly settle down at work.

Now he doesn’t even know what Xu Qian and Song Qiao’s situation is; are they still safe? Will those people make a move against them?

...

When it was time for dinner, because Song Qiao previously admitted she could cook, she was invited out.

She walked out of the basement and up to the first-floor living room and only then discovered it was a villa.

This result indeed surprised her a lot. After all, the other party clearly didn’t seem to lack money, so why resort to kidnapping?

Could it be that her and Xu Qian’s kidnappers, those who wanted her dead, were her enemies?

But Song Qiao couldn’t remember having any enemies.

"There are ingredients in the kitchen, just bought. Since we haven’t cooked before, those kitchen utensils are new, even the knives, which are new and very sharp..." Brother Ping stood beside Song Qiao, introducing without expression, then paused and continued to speak, "Of course, telling you the knives are new isn’t a signal for you to try anything; you’d better not do anything foolish. Remember, your mother-in-law is still in our hands."

Song Qiao walked into the kitchen and indeed found it had never been used before. Hearing those words, she merely pursed her lips and said, "You have guns. Even if you didn’t, me, a woman without any strength, is not your match. How could I try anything?"

Maybe before she even started to do anything, she’d already become a victim under their guns.

Right now, she definitely didn’t want to die, as she still had Lu Jingchen, Huanhuan, and Wangshu, those two kids, in this world. She hadn’t yet told Lu Jingchen, "I love you," nor carried out the promises made to Shinian.

Brother Ping was somewhat impressed by Song Qiao’s words, his previously cold expression softened, and he directly spoke, "If there’s no problem, go and cook. Can it be ready by six o’clock?"

Song Qiao asked, "What time is it now?"

Brother Ping looked at the time on his watch and said softly, "Five o’clock, you have an hour."

Song Qiao looked at the heap of ingredients in the kitchen, bit her lip, and asked again, "How many people’s dinner do I need to prepare?"

"Including you and your mother-in-law, a total of twenty-one people..."

Song Qiao was shocked, not expecting so many of them; she thought about it and cautiously asked, "Can I have two helpers? One helper if two is not possible."

Twenty-one people, and within an hour, those ingredients weren’t even processed yet, how could she manage?

Brother Ping initially wanted to refuse, but his gaze fell on Song Qiao’s small frame; indeed, dinner for twenty-one people was too much, impossible to complete in a short time.

After thinking for a moment, he agreed with a nod.

Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. Just as Brother Ping was about to call someone, she carefully made another request, "Can that kid named Xiaoye come and help me..."

Brother Ping, "...No."

The child Xiaoye was so clumsy and so naive; what if he got bribed by her?

Such a dangerous thing, he wouldn’t agree.

Song Qiao was a bit disappointed and replied softly.

In the end, Brother Ping called in two subordinates to help Song Qiao. After asking those two, neither had been in a kitchen before; helplessly, Song Qiao had them help wash and sort the vegetables.

The man woke up at five o’clock and as he came downstairs, he heard the sounds from the kitchen. Turning his head towards the kitchen, he found that standing at the stairwell, he could just see the scene inside the kitchen.

A woman dressed casually, hair tied up, was busy in the kitchen, giving him a moment of trance.

Suddenly, he wanted to see what the woman looked like.

But from looking at her back, she should be a beauty.

Xiaoye returned from outside, saw his boss standing there at once, and immediately rushed over, "Boss, you’re awake! Is there anywhere you feel unwell? Should I help you change your bandage? Look, it’s wrapped awfully ugly..."

Just as he finished talking, Xiaoye instantly shut up, meeting the man’s somewhat cold gaze. He awkwardly chuckled twice and then said, "Boss, I didn’t mean to say your bandage was ugly; it’s just that it truly looks ugly... Oh dear, I misspoke, actually, your bandaging is quite nice."

His mouth seemed to get clumsier.

The man glanced at him lightly without saying anything, then continued walking downstairs.

Xiaoye wasn’t just naive; he was also clumsy, not to mention that he had a clumsy mouth.

Anyway, he had already gotten used to it.

It didn’t matter.

"Boss."

"Boss."

"Boss..."

Those subordinates returning from outside gathered in the living room and upon seeing the man come downstairs, respectfully called out.

The man was indifferent, merely responded quietly, then walked directly to the sofa, sitting down before asking, "What’s the situation outside now?"

He naturally referred to affairs related to CK Group.