Chapter 536: Chapter 536

Wan Chu’er faced three screens, with one hanging above and two monitors set up right in front of her. As her fingers vividly danced over the keyboard, clattering noises filled the air, and the content on the screens continuously changed.

Jiang Kechu watched her in fascination for a while, thinking that Wan Chu’er, at this moment, was like an all-powerful female warrior—charming indeed.

Wan Chu’er was multitasking. She had been aware of Jiang Kechu’s entrance and, after waiting a while for him to speak without him doing so, she had no choice but to ask herself.

Jiang Kechu smiled, "Old Sir Zhong is looking for you. It’s about the letter that Kong Shiyuan snatched away."

Wan Chu’er’s fingers paused on the keyboard. Had Old Sir Zhong just told Jiang Kechu about this? Why would he tell Jiang Kechu? Could he be thinking of involving Jiang Kechu in this matter, looking down on her?

At this thought, Wan Chu’er felt somewhat displeased, but she didn’t show it. She decided to confirm it with her grandfather first. She typed a few more times, and then—as the screens went snap-snap-snap all blackened—she stood up and walked out.

"Grandfather, is this matter complicated? Why tell Jiang Kechu?" Wan Chu’er asked as soon as she entered the room.

Old Sir Zhong looked at her inscrutably, then nodded gravely.

"Don’t be impetuous. With your tendency to rush, how can I trust you with important matters?" Old Sir Zhong shifted from his earlier nonchalant demeanor and immediately criticized Wan Chu’er.

Alright, she had indeed botched the job that morning, and feeling that she was in the wrong, Wan Chu’er merely pursed her lips and did not retort.

Old Sir Zhong grunted and said, "There will be some shifts in the political scene soon. Even us old folks are getting unsettled and need to make appearances to support the situation."

Hearing this, Wan Chu’er immediately became serious and grave, listening intently to the old man’s words.

"Although I’ve retired for many years, I still have some influence within the system. Old Man Kong asked me to make arrangements to ensure stability for the next couple of years. I dislike meeting people, so I wrote a letter to Old Kong, introducing several key individuals within the system."

Hearing this, Wan Chu’er could not hold back anymore, and exclaimed in shock, "Such an important matter, and you seemed so carefree this morning! If that letter falls into Kong Shiyuan’s hands, he and those behind him will definitely cause destruction. How can you still sit peacefully? We need to act quickly."

Even though the outcome turned out well, the process was fraught with peril, and now, because of this unexpected incident she caused, she didn’t want to risk any more accidents.

Old Sir Zhong sighed helplessly, "Don’t panic. The more urgent the matter, the more we need stability. I’ve already made arrangements. Jiang Kechu will be called back in the next few days for a special mission during this critical time. His extensive experience and decisive, mature approach make him the perfect candidate. As for that letter, it’s important and at the same time, it’s not. Those individuals won’t be easily swayed by others, but it’s bad if they’re targeted."

Upon hearing the old man mention that letter, Wan Chu’er still couldn’t help but say, "That letter was lost because of my negligence. I wish to contribute my effort."

Old Sir Zhong looked at her meaningfully and slowly uttered four words, "An unjust cause finds scant support."

Wan Chu’er immediately deflated like a burst balloon, feeling indignantly hurried, but her grandfather was right—Great China, a vast nation, certainly did not lack talents of all kinds. What was she in comparison?

She was just a civilian, neither a government official nor a special external staff member. For such important matters, wanting to get involved was indeed "an unjust cause finds scant support."

Wan Chu’er begged, "Please, think of a way, grandfather. I promise to follow orders in all things. My computer skills aren’t bad, and I haven’t neglected much of my martial arts. I’ve got both literary and martial skills. Isn’t it a waste not to use them? I haven’t had much to do these past two years; I’m practically growing mold—it’s time for some action." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥

She looked so pitiful at that moment, a stark contrast to her former high-and-mighty attitude. If she were given a tail now, she’d surely play the part of an ingratiating little pooch.

Old Sir Zhong couldn’t help but inwardly laugh, and without keeping her in suspense any longer, he fixed his gaze on Wan Chu’er and asked, "Are you certain you will follow all commands?"

"Guaranteed!" Wan Chu’er nearly raised her hand to swear.

Old Sir Zhong looked away, deep in thought. Seeing a glimmer of hope, Wan Chu’er clung desperately to it, "I promise to follow commands—please use me. I’m almost turning into a mushroom waiting here. If you don’t assign me a task, I might take matters into my own hands and mess up your plans."

"Hmph!" Old Sir Zhong snorted sharply, "Do you think the people of the Special Action Department are all idlers? If they really wanted to stop you, would they give you the chance to take the initiative?!"

Wan Chu’er, realizing her indiscretion, looked pleadingly at Old Sir Zhong again, "I’ll obey orders."

"Alright," Old Sir Zhong finally made up his mind, "then you’ll cooperate with Jiang Kechu, one of you in the front and one in the back. Just contribute your effort."

Cooperate with Jiang Kechu, wouldn’t that mean she had to follow Jiang Ke’s command? Wan Chu’er was somewhat dumbfounded.

Her expression was all observed by Old Sir Zhong, who coldly huffed, "What? Unhappy?"

Wan Chu’er quickly asked timidly, "Can I get another leader?"

"No, you’re too impulsive. With Jiang Kechu supervising, I can rest assured."

Having no other choice, Wan Chu’er agreed. Jiang Ke it was then; she decided to speak to him about work matters only, nothing more.

"Alright, go find Jiang Kechu. He’ll tell you what to do." The old man waved his hand to shoo her out.

Wan Chu’er pouted, her emotions complex as she glanced at the old man. Seeing that he was unmoved, her heart sank as she went to look for Jiang Kechu.

As she walked, she wondered: What was her grandfather’s true intention in making these arrangements? Was it really because she requested it that he reluctantly set this compromise in motion? Was she overestimating her own capabilities? What difference could she really make?

Lost in thought, Wan Chu’er spotted Jiang Kechu in the courtyard.

He stood leaning against the old locust tree, his gaze lost in the distance, as though purposely waiting for her.

Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, Jiang Ke’s figure was angular and sharp, his gaze keen. An innate aura of intensity and alertness exuded from him—a seductive charm that made it hard for one to resist plunging into it.

Objectively speaking, Jiang Kechu was indeed enticing. Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Wan Chu’er approached him.