After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

In Jinling, the night falls and the bright moon is in the sky.

The lights are dim along the ten-mile Qinhuai River.

Shen Yifeng drove a black Citroen sedan, taking Jiang Shiyuan on a "speeding" journey, and finally stopped steadily at the entrance of Jinling Pangu Hotel.

"Miss Jiang, we're here!"

Shen Yifeng very gentlemanly took the initiative to open the car door for her, slightly turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture.

Jiang Shiyuan blinked, got out of the car gracefully and cooperatively, handed the small suitcase in his hand to him, and looked up at the magnificent hotel in front of him.

"It is said that our leader has shares in this hotel." Shen Yifeng explained softly, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Oh? Then won't I have to take advantage of my leader?" Jiang Shiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Shen Yifeng was amused by her playful appearance, and his low laughter was particularly pleasant in the night.

"Hahaha, Miss Jiang, you're joking. You are the leader's distinguished guest!"

"Mr. Shen, don't joke. I am not worthy of the title of 'distinguished guest'." Jiang Shiyuan smiled faintly and followed him into the hotel lobby.

The magnificent hotel lobby exudes luxury and grandeur everywhere.

The rotating crystal chandelier emits brilliant light, reflecting the bright and beautiful clothes of the guests passing by.

"I have arranged a penthouse suite for you. Have a good rest tonight. I will pick you up to meet the leader at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning!"

Shen Yifeng handed the room key to Jiang Shiyuan and gave him careful instructions.

"Okay, Mr. Shen." Jiang Shiyuan took it with both hands and responded decisively.

"Then...Miss Jiang, good night!" Shen Yifeng seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just said good night lightly.

"Mr. Shen, go to bed early too. See you tomorrow!"

Jiang Shiyuan nodded slightly, took the small suitcase from his hand, turned around and took the elevator upstairs.

In the elevator, she couldn't help laughing when she recalled how the two of them had started acting as a pair of colleagues on good terms as soon as they got off the car.

Ever since Jiang Shiyuan entered the spy industry, he feels that life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills!

After getting off the elevator and opening the door, she discovered that although this penthouse suite was not as luxurious as the Garden Hotel, it was also spacious and bright, with a simple and elegant decoration style.

Especially the oversized bathtub, which made Jiang Shiyuan's eyes light up.

"Finally, I can take a good bath!" she couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly.

Jiang Shiyuan first called the waiter to help her wash the light blue cheongsam, and then lay comfortably in the bathtub filled with fragrant bubbles.

The warm water gently wrapped around her skin, dispelling the fatigue and tension of the journey, and also washing away the nausea and vomiting that Kitahara Sosuke brought her on the train.

"Huh..." Jiang Shiyuan let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the rare moment of relaxation.

After taking a shower, she wrapped herself in a soft satin robe and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window while wiping her wet hair.

The city of Jinling at night is brightly lit and breathtakingly beautiful.

Jiang Shiyuan's gaze inadvertently fell on the black Citroen sedan downstairs.

Shen Yifeng hasn't left yet?

At this moment, he was leaning against the car door, with a cigarette between his fingers, the scarlet flame flickering in the night.

As if he had noticed the gazes from upstairs, Shen Yifeng suddenly raised his head and waved in the direction of Jiang Shiyuan.

Then he put out his cigarette in a cool manner, started the car, and drove away.

Jiang Shiyuan pulled the curtains shut, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Am I...being monitored by Shen Yifeng?

She dried her hair, sat in front of the mirror and gently combed her fluffy black hair, recalling her series of behaviors after meeting him.

Except for the part where she played a prank behind him, which was a bit out of character, everything else was fine. It shouldn't cause him to doubt himself...

But even if he doubted her, so what? She was still herself. Could Shen Yifeng know that her inner core had been replaced?

Thinking of this, Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but smile at himself.

"Why think so much? If an enemy comes, we will fight him with our own army. If a flood comes, we will block it with earth!" She whispered to herself, her tone full of calmness and confidence.

After all, she is no longer a weak woman who can be manipulated by others!

Jiang Shiyuan felt sleepy and stopped thinking about it. The important thing to do was to report to her boss tomorrow, so she turned off the lights and went to bed.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Jiang Shiyuan appeared in the hotel lobby on time.

Shen Yifeng was wearing a black uniform and standing tall beside the car. When he saw her, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning, Miss Jiang!"

"Good morning, Mr. Shen!" Jiang Shiyuan responded with a smile and handed him the small suitcase.

Shen Yifeng took the suitcase and opened the car door for her like a gentleman.

The black Citroen sedan drove into the bustling streets of Jinling City again.

Through the car window, Jiang Shiyuan looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

This ancient capital of Six Dynasties with a rich history would soon suffer the cruel baptism of war and the massacres and atrocities of the Japanese army.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shiyuan's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by someone, and it hurt so much that he almost couldn't breathe.

About half an hour later, the car slowly stopped in front of a gray five-story building.

The exterior wall of the building is slightly mottled, revealing a sense of historical vicissitudes.

Two fully armed soldiers stood on each side of the door, holding guns and looking serious.

This is No. 1 Honggong Temple in Jinling, the office building of the Military Control Commission headquarters.

The Military Control Commission’s headquarters consisted of a secretariat, a confidential office, and departments one to eight.

The office building has five floors in total, and different functional departments are stationed on each floor.

"We're here, Little Shennong." Shen Yifeng blinked and reminded softly.

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked out.

As soon as she got off the car, she felt a solemn and murderous atmosphere coming towards her, which was completely different from the decadent and decadent life in Shanghai.

"Oh, I didn't expect that our usually decisive and calm little Shennong would also get nervous sometimes!"

Shen Yifeng seemed to notice her nervousness and teased her with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, young man. Boss Dai is a very nice person. He's our head patriarch!"

Jiang Shiyuan rolled his eyes at him and thought to himself, he is a good instructor, but why does he have a mouth?

As soon as the two men reached the door, they were stopped by fully armed guards.

"ID!" One of the guards stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

Shen Yifeng and Jiang Shiyuan showed their ID cards and cooperated with the body search.

Jiang Shiyuan noticed that not only did he need to hand in his pocket Browning, but even Shen Yifeng's service pistol was temporarily confiscated.

It seems that the security work of the Military Control Commission is really flawless!

As I entered the building, the smell of disinfectant hit my nose.

In the offices on both sides of the corridor, there could be faint sounds of busy footsteps and the typing of typewriters.

Shen Yifeng didn't stop and took Jiang Shiyuan directly to the top floor of the fifth floor.

"The acting boss is in there, don't be nervous, just report as you should later."

Shen Yifeng stopped, looked sideways at her, and whispered comfortingly.

"Yeah." Jiang Shiyuan nodded gently, trying to make himself look calmer.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

After all, the person she was about to face was the legendary "King of Spies", the patriarch of the Military Control Commission!