[Location: Dragon Lake Villa District, House No. 1.] [Owner: Shen Ruobing.]
The Rolls-Royce (with a shattered windshield) slowly pulled into the driveway of a massive, futuristic mansion. This wasn't just a house; it was a fortress.
"Welcome home, Mistress," a robotic voice echoed as the heavy iron gates opened automatically.
Shen Ruobing stepped out of the car, her high heels clicking on the marble pavement. She looked exhausted but still maintained her icy demeanor. "This is my private residence. It has the most advanced security system in the city."
"Advanced?" Chen Qing looked up at the laser grid invisible to the naked eye but clear to his [Genetic Lock]. "It's decent. But it won't stop a B-Rank cultivator."
"That's why I hired you," Shen Ruobing typed a code into the door. "Come in. But there are rules."
She turned around, pointing a finger at the trio. "Rule 1: Don't touch my antique collection." "Rule 2: Don't enter my bedroom." "Rule 3: The dog stays in the yard."
"Woof!" (Objection!) General Fluffles barked. He was already sniffing a priceless Ming Dynasty vase in the hallway.
"He's an indoor dog," Chen Qing lied smoothly. "He gets lonely outside."
"And scared of the dark," Sun Mengjia added, clinging to Chen Qing's arm. "Just like me. So, hubby and I will sleep in the same room, right?"
Shen Ruobing's eyebrow twitched. "Absolutely not. There are ten guest rooms. Pick one. Each."
[System Notification:] [New Base Acquired: The Dragon Lake Villa.] [Environment Analysis: High Mana Density.] [Cultivation Speed: +200%.]
Chen Qing's eyes lit up. This place was built on a "Dragon Vein" (energy node). It was perfect for leveling up!
"Fine," Chen Qing walked in, dragging the Husky away from the vase. "We'll follow the rules. Mostly."
...
[10 Minutes Later.]
The living room was in chaos.
Sun Mengjia had raided the fridge. She was sitting on the $50,000 Italian leather sofa, watching cartoons on the 100-inch TV, eating ice cream straight from the tub. "This house is boring," she complained. "Can I paint the walls red? With blood? Or paint?"
"Paint is fine. Blood is hard to clean," Chen Qing replied, sitting cross-legged on the floor, meditating.
Meanwhile, General Fluffles found his target. It wasn't the vase. It was the "Smart Home AI Robot" that was cleaning the floor. To the Husky, this round, moving disc looked delicious.
Crunch. "Warning! System integrity compromised!" the robot beeped in panic. The Husky bit through the vacuum cleaner's sensor array. Sparks flew.
"My Roborock S8!" Shen Ruobing walked out of her study, holding a glass of wine. She looked at the destruction. Her perfect, orderly life was crumbling before her eyes.
"You owe me $2,000 for the robot," she said coldly to Chen Qing.
"Deduct it from my salary," Chen Qing didn't open his eyes. A faint golden aura was surrounding him. "By the way, CEO Shen, you have a problem."
"Besides you three destroying my house?"
"Yes." Chen Qing pointed at the ceiling. "Your 'advanced security system' has a backdoor. Someone has been watching you sleep for months."
Shen Ruobing froze. The glass in her hand trembled. "What?"
Chen Qing stood up. He walked to the corner of the living room, reached behind a painting, and pulled out a microscopic device. It was blinking red. A listening device. Military grade.
"The Syndicate didn't just send assassins," Chen Qing crushed the device with two fingers. "They have a rat inside your company. Someone close to you."
Shen Ruobing's face turned pale. She sank onto the sofa (next to the ice-cream-eating Mengjia). "I... I trusted them."
"Trust is expensive," Chen Qing leaned closer, his voice low and magnetic. "But for 50 million, I'll help you clean up the trash. Starting tomorrow."
Sun Mengjia suddenly jumped up, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into Chen Qing's mouth. "Hey! Stop flirting with my husband! Or I'll turn you into a popsicle!"
Shen Ruobing looked at the spoon, then at the crazy girl, and finally sighed. "This is going to be a long night."
[System Mission:] [Investigate the Mole.] [Reward: Identification Skill (Level 2).]
Chen Qing swallowed the ice cream. "Strawberry. Not bad."