After being reborn, I refused to be a sucker, and my whole family was dumbfounded.

Chapter 548

Lin Ling withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "It's alright, quiet."

He paused, then added, "It's much better than the noise in Nanzhou."

Shan Caiwei nodded: "Yes, Nanzhou is too busy, it's like fighting a war every day. Coming here for a walk makes me feel much more relaxed."

She smiled as she spoke, "But Mr. Lin, you're usually so busy, it's quite rare that you can take some time to relax today."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ling smiled slightly: "Busy as I am, I always need to find some time to rest. This business trip can also be considered a vacation." He paused, his gaze sweeping over her face: "You too, don't always work overtime with me, take more time to rest."

Shan Caiwei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "President Lin, are you concerned about me? I'll remember that."

Her tone was relaxed, but she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

Lin Ling didn't reply, but simply leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest.

Shan Caiwei stopped bothering him and sat quietly to the side, her gaze fixed on the lake.

A gentle breeze rippled across the water, and sunlight danced among the ripples like a silent dance.

The two didn't return until dusk.

The sky over Yunnan Province was a deep, inky blue, filled with colorful clouds.

Inside the presidential suite,

Lin Ling sat on the sofa, a black silk robe loosely draped over her body, her hair still damp, clearly having just taken a shower.

He leaned back with his eyes closed, a hint of weariness in his eyes, yet he still couldn't hide his innate aloofness.

Shan Caiwei stood behind him, her slender fingers gently pressing on his shoulder with just the right amount of pressure, conveying a tender and careful feeling.

She said softly, "Mr. Lin, you've been running around all day, are your shoulders a little stiff? Is my cooking alright?"

Lin Ling didn't open her eyes, but simply gave a faint "hmm," her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Seeing that he didn't object, Shan Caiwei continued pressing down, her fingertips gently massaging his shoulders and neck.

The only sounds in the room were the faint noise of traffic outside the window and the slight rustling of her clothes as she occasionally adjusted her posture; the atmosphere was subtly quiet.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Shan Caiwei stopped what she was doing, turned around to look, and Lin Ling opened his eyes, his voice low: "Come in."

The door opened, and Black Wolf walked in.

He was wearing a black jacket, with a smug look on his face, and holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, more than thirty pages long.

He walked up to Lin Ling, respectfully handed over the documents, and reported, "President Lin, the matter you asked me to handle has been completed. This is Cheng Fa's information. I even dug up details about how many times he wet the bed in elementary school. It's absolutely meticulous."

Lin Ling took the folder, glanced at Black Wolf, and smiled slightly: "Well done."

He waved his hand, signaling Black Wolf to stand aside, then lowered his head and opened the documents.

The first page is a photograph, and Cheng Fa's appearance leaps off the page.

In the photo, he is wearing a plain gray sweatshirt and carrying a backpack, standing at the gate of Yunnan University, with students coming and going in the background.

His appearance was unremarkable, with features so ordinary that he would be easily lost in a crowd. His eyes were slightly downcast, carrying a hint of evasion and inferiority.

Lin Ling's gaze lingered on the photo for a few seconds, quickly sketching out the person's outline in his mind.

He turned to the second page, which contained Cheng Fa's detailed information.

He is 1.73 meters tall and weighs 62 kilograms. He is introverted and withdrawn, prefers to be alone, and has almost no friends.

The information also mentioned some trivial habits: he likes to drink cola, doesn't like spicy food, and buys two steamed buns from the cafeteria for breakfast every morning.

I go to the laundry room about once a week, and I always use a cheap soap when hand-washing clothes.

Lin Ling turned to the third page, her gaze pausing slightly.

This document details Cheng Fa's daily life, down to how many times a week he would go to the public bathroom downstairs in his dormitory, with the specific times clearly marked.

Black Wolf stood aside and, seeing Lin Ling watching intently, couldn't help but grin: "President Lin, how did I do? I even found out if Cheng Fa grinds his teeth in his sleep."

Lin Ling didn't look up, but simply said, "It's alright."