47: Chapter 47 Tonight it's Shen Wanbing's turn to go upstairs...

Dinner time.

The folding table on the first floor was set up.

It was still high-quality military rations, served with steaming hot broth.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was eerie to the extreme.

Shen Wanbing sat on a folding chair, her back ramrod straight.

She only ate the food directly in front of her, her eyes fixed on the metal tabletop, never straying an inch toward Chen Chen.

Usually, she was meticulous about her dining etiquette, and the sound of her cutlery clashing was minimal.

But today, her metal fork struck the edge of the plate several times, letting out a crisp clinking sound.

This woman had lost her composure.

Shen Wanxing held a soup bowl, taking small sips.

Her clear, watery, light amber eyes darted back and forth between Chen Chen and her sister.

She saw the red mark on her sister's collar that couldn't be hidden, and she also saw her sister's long legs, wrapped in ultra-thin black stockings, crossed much tighter than usual today.

This girl was devious to the core.

She was silently calculating something in her heart.

Jiang Yanxue leaned against the armored wall in the furthest corner.

She had rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, revealing the smooth lines of her forearms.

Tearing at a piece of dried meat, her dark red pupils were full of playfulness, as if watching a show.

"President Shen doesn't have much of an appetite today?" Jiang Yanxue spat out a piece of gristle and spoke coolly,

"You exerted yourself so much in the passenger seat just now; you should eat more to replenish your energy."

The fork in Shen Wanbing's hand stopped.

She shot a cold glance at Jiang Yanxue but didn't take the bait, picking up her water glass for a sip to force down the heat rising in her ears.

The meal finished amidst surging undercurrents.

After clearing the dishes, it was time to rest.

Chen Chen stood up, unbuckled his tactical vest, and tossed it casually onto the table.

He was about to head toward the spiral folding ladder.

"Brother Chen Chen."

Shen Wanxing suddenly raised her hand, like a well-behaved student asking a question in class.

Chen Chen stopped and looked at her.

Shen Wanxing stood barefoot on the metal grid, her delicate feet—toes painted with light nude-pink polish—pressed together.

She bit her lower lip and turned to look at Shen Wanbing, her tone filled with absolute sincerity.

"Sister, you lost so much blood using the Radar today, and your mental energy is severely overtaxed. This folding bed on the first floor is too hard; you won't sleep well."

She paused, then dropped a bombshell. "You should sleep on the second floor tonight. That big bed has a micro-soothing force field, which is the fastest way to recover mental energy. I want to stay down here tonight and squeeze in with Little Xue."

The air went silent for three seconds.

Shen Wanbing snapped her head around, staring at her own biological sister.

Her ink-black eyes were filled with the absurdity of it all.

She knew all too well what that bed on the second floor signified.

Last night, the vibrations and muffled sounds coming from the ceiling had already labeled the purpose of that bed.

And now, her own sister was packaging her up and sending her to that man's bed under the banner of "it's for your own good."

"Wanxing, do you have any idea what you're saying?"

Shen Wanbing's voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

Shen Wanxing blinked, her flawless "first-love" face looking pure and innocent.

"I do. Sister, you're our team's Radar; your condition is the most important. Brother Chen Chen must think so too, right?"

She kicked the ball directly to Chen Chen.

Jiang Yanxue couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter from the side.

She sheathed her Shadow Instant-Kill Blade and crossed her arms, looking like she wanted to see the world burn.

"President Shen, your sister is being thoughtful; don't be ungrateful. Besides, you're wearing a Recovery Necklace, and with the soothing bed on the second floor, the combined effect will guarantee you're full of energy tomorrow morning."

After a pause, Jiang Yanxue intentionally dragged out her words:

"As for whether your body will be tired... well, that depends on Chen Chen's rules."

Shen Wanbing's nails dug into her palms.

Habitually, she wanted to use her boardroom presence to suppress the situation.

But Chen Chen didn't give her the chance.

"Wanxing is right."

Chen Chen looked at Shen Wanbing, his gaze unashamedly sweeping from her icy face all the way down to her slender ankles wrapped in black stockings.

"The second floor will be good for your recovery."

This wasn't a discussion. It was an order.

Chen Chen turned, his military boots stepping onto the folding ladder as he climbed up two steps.

He stopped, one hand resting on the metal railing, looking down at her from above.

"Come up."

Two words.

They shattered Shen Wanbing's last bit of struggle.

She was a smart person.

In the business world, a smart person knows when to go with the flow and when to give up pointless resistance.

Since the chips were already on the table, being coy would only make her look cheap.

Shen Wanbing stood up.

After several seconds of silence, she straightened her back.

Her remaining black stiletto heel clicked sharply against the metal floor.

Her other foot, clad only in ultra-thin black silk, stepped onto the cold grid.

Walking unevenly like that, she headed toward the folding ladder.

As she passed Shen Wanxing, Shen Wanbing stopped for a moment and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"I'll settle this debt with you later."

Shen Wanxing stuck out her tongue and playfully made a "fighting" gesture.

Shen Wanbing climbed the ladder to the second floor.

"Click."

Chen Chen pressed a switch, and the second-floor hatch locked tight.

The folding ladder retracted automatically.

The soundproofing system instantly cut off all noise from the first floor.

In the second-floor levitation cabin, only the breeze from the climate control system and the faint silver glow from the c-rank mental soothing bed remained.

Surrounding them was five-centimeter-thick one-way bulletproof glass.

Outside the window, the dark red rain of the Bloody Storm snaked down the glass.

Inside, the comfortable temperature of twenty-four degrees Celsius felt somewhat stifling.

Shen Wanbing stood by the bed, her back to Chen Chen.

Her damaged, high-end black professional suit clung tightly to her.

Due to the movement of climbing the stairs, her pencil skirt had ridden up slightly, and the edge of her stockings dug into the base of her thighs, creating a highly seductive curve.

Her staggering 36E bust caused the fabric on her back to stretch taut, making it seem as though the zipper might burst at any moment.

Chen Chen was in no hurry to act.

He walked over to a nearby cushion and sat down.

"President Shen." Chen Chen's voice sounded exceptionally deep in the quiet cabin.

Shen Wanbing's shoulders stiffened.

She turned around, her stunning face forced into the icy mask she usually wore in the boardroom.

"Since this is an equivalent exchange, how does Captain Chen wish to inspect the return on his investment?"

She tried her best to make her voice sound professional.

Chen Chen smiled.

He spat out the cigarette from his mouth, stood up, and approached her step by step.

His highly oppressive height and physique cast Shen Wanbing into his shadow.

Until she had nowhere left to retreat, the back of her knees hitting the edge of the large bed.