Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

"Where do you think you're going?"

Though the speaker's tone seemed calm, the whirlpool of turmoil hidden beneath the words scared Ling Qingyu into stopping.

She rotated 180 degrees and stood beside Yang Qingyue, who snorted and turned her attention toward her subordinates.

Everyone watched the drama unfold, wondering about the identity of the woman in the camouflage uniform and hood.

Her equipment, especially the quad night vision goggles, sparked jealousy. The wealth displayed by such gear was unattainable even if they worked tirelessly their entire lives.

Ling Qingyu waited for Yang Qingyue to arrange everything. The latter didn't speak to her or allow her to leave, leaving Ling Qingyu helpless against her lover's tantrum.

Having nothing else to attend to, Ling Qingyu recalled the small battles waged by her subordinates.

Though she stayed afar and couldn't accompany them, she managed to witness the epitome of special forces warfare.

Spirit Fox operators exited their marching formation whenever contact was found. They reacted faster than typical special forces.

Once a shot was fired, they found cover in less than a second and fired back. Their speed made them appear as though they were flashing from one place to another.

To the enemies judging by muzzle flashes, one moment the operators were firing from a specific spot, and the next moment, they were closing in.

Like ghosts, the operators maneuvered swiftly, flanking around. Every shot honed in on its target, with most enemies eliminated during the initial engagement.

The remaining enemies were so suppressed that combat dragged on only because the operators had to reposition to finish them off.

Even in the fiercest combat stages, the Spirit Fox fire-and-advance sequence remained unstoppable. None of them needed to hide much, given the invulnerability their armor offered.

In fact, none of the enemies' shots ever landed on the Spirit Fox operators, except for a very few that came close during ambushes.

Perhaps only Kilo 4 refrained from exposing their full capabilities, maintaining a semblance of normalcy around Kilo 9 and 10.

Even so, Spirit Fox's legend grew tall in the city they had just raided. No matter how much the enemies investigated and searched, some managed to escape and spread the tale.

What Ling Qingyu and Spirit Fox didn't realize was that their actions, as described by the enemies, seemed mythical to many. Rumors spread.

Listeners dismissed the "teleportation skills" as exaggerated accounts from terrified survivors.

Nevertheless, the name Ghost stood out, a testament to the way they operated.

The stunning success of the recent operation caught the attention of Country A as well, as the CIA lost several valuable informants and assets.

Some crucial data losses were irrecoverable, but the CIA only discovered the extent of the situation later. An investigation was now underway.

It wasn't unusual for Country A's covert units to operate near Country C. Both were vying for superpower status, despite sharing the same adversary in the World Government.

Both nations had made numerous attempts to undermine each other through cultural infiltration, drug trafficking, and other schemes to cause financial harm.

Even if Ling Qingyu knew her team might now be on Country A's radar, she didn't care.

Nor would she respond with patriotic outrage. Every nation had its dark side, hidden from public view. Nobody was truly good.

Likewise, Country C was likely exporting drugs through its intelligence agencies to Country A.

Any civilization that rose to power did so by stepping on the bones of others—there was no doubt about that.

Morally, people shouldn't condone such actions and should work to restrain evil, but they must also avoid being manipulated by enemies seeking to disintegrate them.

Pure evil and dark interests for national survival were two different matters.

…

Ling Qingyu grew bored watching Yang Qingyue give orders until the latter's gaze met hers.

Without a word, Yang Qingyue grabbed her wrist and led her away, indifferent to the onlookers.

The bystanders exchanged gossipy glances but quickly refocused on their tasks when Yang Qingyue turned around to issue additional instructions.

Ling Qingyu sat in the copilot seat of Yang Qingyue's Hongqi, smiling helplessly at the heavy silence between them.

Under pressure, she confessed everything, including the thrilling sniper duel. Yang Qingyue's eyes grew complicated, genuine fear surfacing as she processed the danger Ling Qingyu had faced.

As a wealthy businesswoman, Ling Qingyu didn't need to endure such risks, yet she willingly did so. Yang Qingyue seemed to see a glowing light above Ling Qingyu's head and sighed.

Particularly troubling was the moment Ling Qingyu described a bullet whizzing past her, even though she downplayed the danger. Yang Qingyue bit her lip, her eyes reddening at the thought of what could have happened.

Noticing her distress, Ling Qingyu promised she would never take such risks again and explained that this time, she was truly needed.

As for her unique skills, Ling Qingyu couldn't provide a clear explanation and hoped to keep them a secret.

To soothe Yang Qingyue's anger, Ling Qingyu shared details about the anti-ballistic properties of their equipment—but not all secrets were revealed. She knew where to draw the line.

Yang Qingyue's attention shifted to the new technology. She realized that compared to other operators, Ling Qingyu and Spirit Fox were relatively "safe."

Even so, Yang Qingyue twisted Ling Qingyu's waist as punishment. The latter could only scream and comply, her thick skin failing to protect her from the affectionate reprimand. Deep down, she felt joyful, sensing the depth of care from the police chief.

The Hongqi sped away in the direction of Ling Qingyu's residence. The police chief no longer concerned herself with the ongoing chaos, leaving the mess for her subordinates.

Poor Sergeant Mi and her colleagues sighed in dismay, hearing the fading engine roar of the distinct Hongqi.

Even in governance, the boss delegated while the workers toiled hard. Just receiving a few words of acknowledgment required great effort. True leadership meant trusting one's subordinates.

Yang Qingyue had done everything she could. Besides, the matters at hand were for the provincial government to handle in coordination with the central authorities.

Of course, she would return to her chair when the situation demanded her intervention. For now, she sought a brief respite.

Ling Qingyu welcomed the reprieve with a playful smirk, holding Yang Qingyue's smooth palm. Well, not so smooth—her fingers brushed over calluses—but she didn't care. In her heart, this beautiful policewoman was hers.

Once they arrived and entered the room, Ling Qingyu and Yang Qingyue fell onto the bed, rolling in the sheets.

Using the battlefield's stress as an excuse to vent, the skirmish transformed into a prolonged campaign, cries of passion echoing like longings for freedom.

Yang Qingyue resisted, but to comfort her woman's mood, Ling Qingyu fought valiantly. In the end, the renowned police chief succumbed, surrendering to the cold iceberg CEO, earning several "battlefield-related injuries" in the process.

In strategy, she lost. In tactical combat, she was defeated. In terms of attrition, she was outmatched. To survive, she had to beg, regardless of shame.

After two hours of intense combat, the iceberg president regained her queendom and restored her image, lost before outsiders, firmly establishing her authority at home.

Pinching Yang Qingyue's chin, Ling Qingyu declared her sovereignty. "Woman, dare you embarrass your husband again!"

It wasn't clear whether Ling Qingyu felt embarrassed, but Yang Qingyue was certainly ashamed by the ongoing roleplay and rolled her eyes.

"Why do you always act like some teenage drama hero?" Yang Qingyue asked, gasping for breath as she snuggled into Ling Qingyu's embrace.

"Well, people need a child's heart to live happily," Ling Qingyu answered with a peck on her lips. "Otherwise, we'd be no different from the living dead, just surviving."

"So philosophical all of a sudden." Yang Qingyue scoffed, then softened. "Promise me, you'll never do that again, okay?"

"Alright, I promise." Whether it was true or sincere, only Ling Qingyu knew. She always acted in her interest. If the benefits were significant, she could merely apologize and compensate for her actions later.

"You'd better mean it. And if you call me 'woman' one more time, you'll never touch me again," Yang Qingyue threatened, her chilly eyes piercing through. Ling Qingyu coughed and nodded obediently.

Still, she couldn't resist quibbling. "But aren't you a woman?"

"There are better ways to address me as your love. 'Woman' isn't one of them," Yang Qingyue snapped before silencing Ling Qingyu by pushing her down and hopping on top of her. The slurping sounds that followed marked their playful reconciliation.

Unfortunately, before they could take things further, a knock at the door shattered their romantic mood.

"Ms. Ling… Ms. Ling," came a voice from outside. Ling Qingyu cursed lightly, mentally berating the ancestors of whoever dared disrupt her passion. Yang Qingyue pursed her lips, laughing at her lover's childishness.

The two dressed quickly and stepped out, still a bit disheveled. Lin Xiao blinked innocently, offering an apology for the interruption and citing Gu Yi's visit as urgent.

The butler and maids exchanged knowing glances, their conjectures about Ling Qingyu's love life now confirmed. None found it strange that Yang Qingyue behaved so closely with their boss.

The policewoman bowed her head shyly before regaining her composure. As a top official, she had long since developed a thick skin.

However, recalling Ling Qingyu's earlier "tribute" to the interrupter, Yang Qingyue smirked, wondering what excuse her so-called husband would come up with to make amends.

"Ahem… Ahem… Tell Madame Gu I'll be there shortly. Please satisfy her request and attend to her," Ling Qingyu ordered, attempting to ignore Yang Qingyue's knowing snicker.

"It's natural, Miss. Then, I shall take my leave. Is there anything else you require?" Lin Xiao asked with a gentle smile.

"Nothing at the moment. Give us a little time," Ling Qingyu replied, waving her butler away as she fixed her clothes.

"What else?" Yang Qingyue asked, her tone teasing.

"My dear, is there anything you want?" Ling Qingyu blinked, attempting to defuse the situation by selling her cuteness without the slightest shame.

"That depends on your sincerity and contribution to the public." Yang Qingyue teased and tilted her head.

"I swear, I'll provide anything you say." Ling Qingyu made promises and caused squealing chuckles from her dear.

"Okay, we'll talk about that later. Let's meet my mother; I also want to have a word with her." Yang Qingyue's eyes showed some fierceness, forcing Ling Qingyu to gulp. She wanted to get out of the civil war.