As soon as the man sat down, a henchman immediately brought over a cup of tea, placing it directly in front of him.

A young man, seemingly in his twenties, stepped forward with a smile on his face and proudly said, "Boss, last night I managed to get my hands on a document from that cabinet in the CK Group. That document has been coveted by Huasheng Group for ages. They even spent a fortune online trying to hire someone to steal it. But now I’ve got it."

The man had just taken a sip of tea when he heard his subordinate speak. He immediately spat the tea he had in his mouth all over the young man’s face.

The young man was stunned, and when he came to his senses, awkwardly wiped the tea off his face and innocently asked, "Boss, what’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Everyone around looked at him with sympathy. Some henchmen quietly shuffled aside, distancing themselves from the guy.

The man took the tissue handed to him by a subordinate to wipe his mouth, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he asked directly, "Repeat what you just said."

The young man paused, noticing his boss’s smile. For some reason, it sent chills down his spine, and he couldn’t help but shiver. But he obediently repeated what he had just said, "Last night I managed to get my hands on a document from that cabinet in the CK Group. That document has been coveted by Huasheng Group for ages. They even spent a fortune online trying to hire someone to steal it. But now I’ve got it..."

No sooner had he finished than the man, who had been sitting, stood up and pointed a finger at him, nearly poking him in the forehead as he said, "We’re kidnappers, not thieves. How many times have I told you we can’t steal, we can’t steal? Did my words go in one ear and out the other?"

Though they did illegal things, stealing felt like it lacked class.

The young man still hadn’t realized that merely stealing something seemed to be a mistake?

Looking weakly at his boss, he hunched his shoulders and couldn’t help but say, "But boss... It’s not like I stole money from someone’s house. I just took a file from inside CK Group..."

The man’s temples throbbed as he replied with a question of his own, "Is there a difference?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Everyone immediately answered in unison, "No difference!!"

The young man, "..." Okay, it seems he really did make a mistake.

"Then boss, what now?"

"Send it back," the man answered without a second thought.

The young man timidly asked, "But they’ve already called the police. If I send it back, won’t I be arrested and end up in jail?"

The man’s temples throbbed again, wishing he could kick him, frustrated as he said, "Can’t you just mail it back? Why are you so stupid?"

The young man, "..." That’s true.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face, and he quickly spoke, "Then boss, I’ll go mail it right away..."

"Scram."

The young man immediately turned around, ready to leave, but after taking a couple of steps, the boss called out to him again.

"Wait, get back here."

The young man obediently returned.

The man extended his hand and said, "Let me see the document first."

The young man quickly took a file out of his pocket and handed it to the boss.

The man took the file, flipped through it, and then said to the young man, "I’ll keep this file for now. It’s a tense time outside, mailing it might lead people to trace it back to us."

...

Song Qiao, who often cooked for herself when she was in Paris, found herself not needing to cook as much since returning to An City, especially after being back with Lu Jingchen, because the villa had a housekeeper.

Still, her cooking skills remained decent, especially in the past two years due to Song Nianhuan, the little foodie, being by her side, which forced her to hone her culinary skills.

Two henchmen silently helped her wash and prepare the vegetables, but they were so clumsy that they butchered the vegetables beyond recognition.

Song Qiao couldn’t stand it anymore from the side, and took the kitchen knife herself to start cutting the vegetables.

"Boss..."

While cutting the potatoes in her hand, one of the henchmen called out the word "boss" toward the door. The sudden exclamation startled her, making her almost miscut and nearly chop her own hand.

A low response from the man came from behind, followed by footsteps directly approaching, and Song Qiao hadn’t even turned to see who it was. Just from the voice, she could tell that the so-called ’boss’ wasn’t some sleazy-looking older man in his forties or fifties.

A pleasant smell suddenly wafted to her in a matter of moments, prompting Song Qiao to turn around instinctively, only to be met with an exceptionally handsome face. The man’s tanned skin, unlike Chu Munan or Lu Jingchen’s, made him seem even more masculine.

For some reason, at the first sight of this man, Song Qiao felt an inexplicable sense of closeness, but that feeling quickly vanished as the man approached, causing her to retreat a bit, though there was no space to back up.

The man stood in front of Song Qiao, gazed at her intently, then sized her up before speaking in a deep voice, "Are you the wife of CK Group’s CEO Lu Jingchen, named... Song Qiao?"

Song Qiao was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

Why abduct her if they didn’t know who she was?

Moreover, smelling the scent on this man suddenly brought back the memory that she smelled the same scent before passing out the night before.

Recalling this, she directly faced the man and instead of answering, asked, "Were you the one who knocked me out last night?"

Initially, she thought it was Lu Jingchen, but because of her carelessness, she was knocked out and taken away. Had she known, she wouldn’t have stopped running.

The man did not deny it and admitted with a straight face, "It was me."