CHAPTER 859: CHAPTER 861: A FISH TAKES THE BAIT

He Jinxia let out a soft hum, "Cooking tangyuan isn’t difficult. What’s there to watch? You go out first!"

Sheng Yan spoke leisurely, "Because this might be the only time you cook a midnight snack for me, so I need to watch carefully and remember it."

He Jinxia paused, then turned to look at him, "Why would you say that?"

With a faint smile tugging at his lips, Sheng Yan’s expression turned somewhat bashful, "Do you think, someone like me who spoils his wife, would let her cook after marriage?"

He Jinxia: ...

The act of deliberate adorable teasing is the most lethal.

Yet she can’t help but fall for it, ah ah ah!

He Jinxia shot him a glare, stopped talking, and turned her focus to the tangyuan simmering in the pot, a smile curling uncontrollably at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing her radiant face, Sheng Yan also smiled, and there was a stream of tender affection flowing between them.

They’re not married yet, and there are elders present, so it’s impossible for Sheng Yan to stay overnight.

Their romantic banter was confined to the kitchen, and with a mutual gaze at parting, the day concluded.

"Alright, stop looking. He’s already gone, but you’re still glancing toward the stairs."

Mrs. He’s voice came softly by her ear, and He Jinxia gave an embarrassed smile, lowering her head, "Mom, I wasn’t!"

Mrs. He glanced at her, teasing, "Jinxia’s grown up and learned to deny it with her words but not her heart."

He Jinxia stomped her foot, "Mom, you’re teasing me again!"

Mrs. He sighed, "My daughter has grown up and is ready to marry. Can’t control her anymore!"

"Mom!"

Mrs. He patted the seat next to her, "Come, sit here. You’ve only just come back from filming on the island, and I just returned today. We haven’t seen each other for months. Let me see if you’ve lost or gained weight.

And tell me, is the filming of ’Devil’s Sea 4’ going smoothly? When might it be released? And what are you and Sheng Yan planning?"

He Jinxia obediently walked over to sit down and chat with her mother, letting Mrs. He know more about her work.

This is what family is all about!

Even if everyone is in different industries and doesn’t know much about each other’s fields, they still want to understand each other and, if possible, offer suggestions.

Unknowingly, it reached late at night.

Inside Tonghua Entertainment Company, a faint light suddenly shone—a closer look revealed it was a flashlight!

An employee of Tonghua Entertainment had quietly returned to the company, not daring to turn on the lights, only daring to search for things with a flashlight!

The employee moved stealthily and cautiously forward, not daring to take the elevator, only taking the stairs. After climbing for a long time, he finally reached the floor of Zhang Ming’s office.

Just as he was about to push the door and enter, the employee discovered the office door was locked.

With a frown, the employee thought, So cautious?

He recalled that last month, the door hadn’t been locked!

Suddenly, his frown relaxed, Better if it’s locked; this means there should be something important inside.

Looking around cautiously, he failed to notice the red flashing of the surveillance camera above him, recording these actions.

Failing to find what he sought, the employee didn’t struggle much. He had already done the probing he needed to do; the rest was beyond his capability. He was about to retreat when a clean white beam of light flickered at the staircase entrance.

His heart skipped a beat, thinking he had been discovered, and he quickly hid under a table!

Only after hiding did he realize, No, he hadn’t been discovered; if he had been, others would have yelled. That scenario earlier showed someone else, like him, using a flashlight to come!

Faint footsteps began to sound, merging with the thumping of his own heart—

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The employee swallowed hard, and soon, a person dressed in black appeared before him, holding a flashlight emitting a piercing beam.

In the dim light, the employee saw him and widened his eyes in fear, his legs trembling slightly. It was—it was him!

A slight sound escaped, and the person swiftly swept the area where the sound originated, sharply demanding, "Who’s there!"

The employee covered his mouth, stifling any noise, curling his body even more under the desk.

A beam of light swept over but didn’t catch him.

That man searched for a good while but found nothing suspicious, thinking perhaps he had misheard, letting his doubt slide, and abandoned the search to head for Zhang Ming’s office.

Above him, the surveillance camera no longer flashed; he had already disabled the surveillance here on his way up.

The method of disabling was straightforward—cut off the power, eliminating the electricity needed for operation.

Clearly, he didn’t act alone; he had accomplices.

The sound of the door opening echoed, and hiding under the desk, the employee dared not poke his head out for fear of discovery.

As the person entered the office, the employee thought of taking this chance to retreat, but at the critical moment, his legs trembled uncontrollably. Simply petrified with fear, he had no choice but to remain hidden under the desk.

Who knows how long had passed—perhaps just a moment—when he heard the door closing again and faint footsteps echoing, sounds growing distant before fading away entirely.

Only then did the employee truly exhale in relief, though still terrified, fearing an ambush downstairs, he stayed hidden under the desk for about an hour before daring to crawl out on shaky legs and leave step by step.

What he didn’t know was that by this time, the surveillance camera above had resumed its operation.

The next day, Zhang Ming arrived at work only to find that the shredded paper in his trash can had disappeared.

He paused, with a solemn expression, but secretly delighted—he had caught a big fish!

Last night, he intentionally left the shredded paper without discarding it. The janitor would not enter his office area to clean; she only cleaned the surrounding area, so it could not have been the janitor who cleared the shredding.

Last night, when he left work at nine, the trash still contained shredded paper. Yet, overnight, by the time he arrived at work today, it had all vanished, even with traces of the other trash being rummaged.

Zhang Ming couldn’t help but lightly curl his lips into a smile before suppressing it, showing a face of concern as he briskly walked out, a low pressure looming over his face.

In the outer office area, the other employees saw Zhang Ming’s expression and gathered to discuss—

"Agent Zhang seems nervous—did he lose money?"