6 Gu Zhixu

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The marketing accounts that Lin Shiyue had carefully selected earlier were all rival companies of the Gu Corporation. Faced with such explosive news, they certainly wouldn’t let it go easily.

It was now lunchtime, and most people were relaxing on their phones. With Lin Shiyue’s targeted push and the hype from several companies, within just two minutes, the hashtag #GuCorporationSeniorExecutiveSexuallyHarassesFemaleEmployee# surged to the top of trending searches.

Qiao Yuyan felt a twinge of regret. It was a pity that Gu Corporation had no plans to go public; otherwise, they could have witnessed the spectacular plunge in its stock price.

Nevertheless, this was already keeping them busy enough.

Holding a thick stack of documents to conceal her face, Qiao Yuyan walked down the deserted corridor of the 49th floor, quietly saying, “I planted a little gadget on Liang Feng’s phone. Check if there’s anything else unsavory on it.”

“Understood.”

“Make sure this blows up even bigger. At the very least, Liang Feng can no longer stay at Gu Corporation.”

If he remained, sooner or later he would confront Jiang Feifei, and they couldn’t afford to keep such a ticking time bomb.

1:03 p.m.

Qiao Yuyan stood at the fire exit door, took off a small hairpin hidden in her ponytail, gently toggled it, and the hairpin buzzed as it flew away; it was a miniature detector.

She cracked open the fire door just enough for the detector to slip through the gap.

Lin Shiyue, watching the screen, maneuvered the detector to avoid the surveillance cameras inside the fire passage, stopping at the staircase entrance on the 50th floor. “This door can only be opened from the inside.”

“Mm.”

Qiao Yuyan crouched, pretending to tie her shoelace, and retrieved the returning detector.

Standing in a blind spot of the cameras, she pondered for a moment, then looked up at the ventilation shaft above. “Check the ventilation duct design.”

A few seconds later, Lin Shiyue replied, “The ventilation ducts on the 49th and 50th floors are interconnected.”

Qiao Yuyan nodded and placed the detector into the vent. Less than ten seconds later, Lin Shiyue reported again, “There’s an exhaust fan inside the duct; the detector can’t get through.”

Qiao Yuyan pulled out a pair of specially made gloves from her pocket and put them on. “Have An Chen stall for a few minutes.”

With that, she bent her knees slightly and leapt upward. When her left hand touched the ceiling, the glove firmly adhered to the roof. Her right hand drew a multifunctional tool knife from her lower back and swiftly removed the vent cover in a few quick moves.

“Boss, someone’s coming,” Lin Shiyue warned.

Qiao Yuyan’s arm muscles tensed instantly. She pushed off forcefully and quickly climbed into the duct.

Just as she restored the vent cover, voices came from below.

“Liang Feng is truly brazen, daring to pull this kind of stunt at Gu Corporation.”

“Shh, I heard he’s a relative of someone on the board.”

“No wonder… but since he’s now in Mr. Gu’s hands, even that board member probably can’t save him.”

“Hmph, who on the board dares to go against Mr. Gu…”

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The voices gradually faded and became indistinct. Qiao Yuyan raised an eyebrow inside the duct.

The Mr. Gu they referred to was the CEO of Gu Corporation, who also held 23% of the company’s shares, making him the largest shareholder.

Yet this enigmatic Mr. Gu never appeared in public nor granted media interviews. Outsiders could only find his name—Gu Zhixu—in corporate shareholder change records.

Nothing else was known.

Even GSC had failed to uncover detailed information about him.

It was clear that Gu Zhixu wielded tremendous control over Gu Corporation, with even the old board members obediently following his lead.

Rumor had it that a few people involved in previous failed conspiracies were personally caught by Gu Zhixu.

Qiao Yuyan found this intriguing. Was this Mr. Gu really that formidable?

But now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts. She gathered her focus and used both hands and feet to carefully crawl through the dusty ventilation duct.

Before long, she reached the exhaust fan that had blocked the detector.

She carefully adjusted her posture and dismantled the troublesome fan.

The micro-robot continued to fly forward, stopping at every obstacle and waiting for Qiao Yuyan to dismantle it. Soon, they arrived at the end of the duct.

The ventilation ducts connecting the 49th and 50th floors consisted of a row of narrow pipes, impassable for an average adult.

Qiao Yuyan could barely squeeze in.

The cold, rough metal scraped painfully against her bones. Near the air conditioning outlet, the icy wind carrying frost blew over her sweat-soaked clothes, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

1:12 p.m.

Qiao Yuyan lay on the ventilation duct of the 50th floor, catching her breath. Fortunately, she was naturally slight-boned and flexible, which allowed her to fit in.

When she first entered the GSC training base, those strong guys used their size advantage to bully her. Only after exerting ten times the effort did she manage to knock them down hard.

Unfortunately, despite more than a decade of intense training, her body never developed bulky muscles.

Now looking back, it was probably another trick of the world’s will—after all, which frail female side character would have a body full of sinewy muscles?

However, her physique gave her advantages in many missions. Her strength was not diminished by the lack of muscle mass; she could still beat those who looked down on her into submission.

After a brief rest, Qiao Yuyan continued crawling forward.

Every room on the 50th floor was packed with people: the CEO’s secretary’s office, conference rooms, tea rooms, rest areas…

Everyone was busy dealing with the public relations storm.

Qiao Yuyan slowed her breathing, controlled her strength, and moved silently through the ducts.

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“Mr. Gu, please spare me this time. I swear I won’t do it again,” Liang Feng’s trembling voice came from below.

Mr. Gu?

Qiao Yuyan paused and looked down.

In the spacious office, Liang Feng was slumped on the floor, his face pale, begging incessantly.

In front of him was a large desk, and seated behind it was presumably Mr. Gu. Unfortunately, from Qiao Yuyan’s angle, only the back of the office chair and a mass of black hair extending beyond the chair’s top were visible.

This must be the CEO’s office.

Behind Liang Feng stood a group of senior managers, their expressions varied.

One person hesitated repeatedly but finally forced himself forward. “Mr. Gu…”

Mr. Gu remained silent throughout, rhythmically tapping his slender fingers on the desk.

Then Liang Feng’s voice sounded again: “This is our company’s R&D plan for next year. Aren’t you offering too little?”

The office instantly fell silent.

Mr. Gu smiled slightly while playing with his phone. Hearing Liang Feng’s voice on the device chilled those who had intended to plead, and they fell silent.

“Boss, we found the archive room,” Lin Shiyue suddenly announced.

Qiao Yuyan’s spirits lifted, and she stopped focusing on Gu Corporation’s internal affairs, quickly crawling forward.

When she reached the end of the duct in the CEO’s office, a steel bar grill blocked her path.

Lin Shiyue continued, “The rooms ahead are filled with sealed filing cabinets; that’s probably the target archive room.”

Qiao Yuyan made a gesture toward her glasses to acknowledge.

She took the pliers attached to her tool knife and tried to bend the steel bars. After a few attempts, the bars didn’t budge. Ordinary pliers were no match; she would need a professional rebar cutter.

Qiao Yuyan stowed away the micro detector beside her and immediately retreated the way she came.

1:25 p.m.

An Chen alerted, “Boss, Jiang Feifei has arrived at the Gu Corporation’s main gate and is heading inside.”

Qiao Yuyan leapt out of the vent on the 49th floor. With only two minutes left, there was no time to wait for the elevator.