Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 695: Wolf in sheep skin

The rumbling outside had stopped, but the panic had just begun. Seeing the President stuck on the floor as if he had no strength to safeguard his composure, Ling Qingyu sighed pretentiously.

"Now you know the source of my confidence." She removed her glasses, massaged the corners of her eyes, and put them back on, contrasting the weary atmosphere.

No one saw her finger shaking slightly while holding the spectacles for a brief second.

However, nobody had the mood to pay attention to the smallest detail to spot the awkwardness.

Noting the explosion outside and its relevance to Ling Qingyu, the President's only security guard, whom he trusted, immediately reached for his gun.

No idea what struck his mind to dare to pull out a handgun at her. Ling Qingyu noticed it and naturally, Xiao Yue, who had been paying attention the whole time, picked it up.

The latter slammed onto the man, hurt his wrist, and then punched hard in the abdomen. She snatched the gun from the holster and disassembled everything, ejecting every bullet from the magazine.

One by one, each time a casing fell onto the floor and rang out a pang, fear gripped the President more.

The security guard wasn't feeling well—helpless. He knew the woman had spared him. His body had set into panic mode once she took action, like a prehistoric beast staring at its little prey.

The sudden transformation from a lively, elegant, educated secretary to a devil filled with killing intent stunned the guard.

The murderous aura surrounding this woman exuded suffocation. He was also a veteran and had killed many people, but his momentum could never reach hers.

He didn't regret his impulsive action, drawing his gun to take the initiative. After all, he couldn't control the subconscious reaction when threatened.

He only sighed at his misjudgment and underestimation of the weaker genders. Hopefully, his behavior hadn't offended the two ladies.

On the other hand, the President wanted to curse at his subordinate and glanced at Ling Qingyu with trepidation.

He understood Ling Qingyu's strength and her backing, as well as where her confidence of everything being under control originated.

The saying "truth prevailed under the power of cannon" could never be refuted. Although he knew nothing about the weapon used by Ling Qingyu, the message was clear.

He also scolded his fellow politicians and their interest groups for reaching their claws too far, completely forgetting his original neutral attitude of wait-and-see.

"Alas, don't blame me, Your Excellency. Sometimes, my hands are forced," Ling Qingyu said for the first time after the shock, ironic to the extreme.

She turned around and gazed downward at the helpless head of state, totally losing his image. She didn't condescend to him nor make fun of him.

Her tone still gave due respect to a head of state. "Now that I've stated what I desire, I hope we'll have a pleasant cooperation and conversation the next time we meet again. Hopefully, no messes will bother me by then."

Ling Qingyu walked past the figure on the floor and paused her step. "Ah, right. If you change your mind about dealing with 'terrorists,' don't hesitate to call this number."

She picked up a pen from the table and wrote a number on a blank paper, presented by Xiao Yue in tacit understanding.

"And don't try to even think about harming us, just because we are in your country. To tell the truth, even without support, we can get away without a scratch."

Pa.

She slammed the thin paper on the furniture and strode toward the doors without waiting for any response. Xiao Yue teased the guard with her eyes and warned, "Please control the commotion. Don't let panic settle in among your guards, just for the sake of their lives. My warriors won't take a chance."

The bodyguards outside entered in panic, looking around. Ignoring the men in uniform, the two ladies left with style, punching through the lines.

When the guards acted to stop them, the head of security, who was disarrayed, stopped them. "Halt!"

The lead guard regained his composure and scolded everyone on the radio channel after ordering his men. He ensured the message of staying calm several times.

Then, he paid attention to his embarrassing President. "Sir, what do I need to do?"

"Help me up to the chair," murmured the paralyzed head of state.

"Yes, Sir. Here." The guard helped him move.

"Thank you." The President heaved a huge breath and recollected his thoughts. "Escort the lady personally and ensure no further messes."

"But Sir," the guard wanted to argue.

"Go! There are others to help me here."

"Yes, Sir."

The head guard stiffened his posture, saluted briefly, and sprinted after the two figures who had already vanished into the hallway.

The President remained seated, hand trembling slightly as he reached for the untouched glass of water on the table. The weight of what just transpired bore down on his chest like a thousand stones.

He gulped down the water, but it did nothing to wash away the taste of fear lingering on his tongue.

Across the ruined hill visible from the shattered windowpane, dust still hung thick in the air like a tattered shroud. In the distance, sirens began to howl—delayed, as if even emergency services struggled to comprehend what had unfolded.

The President wiped his forehead, drenched in cold sweat. His vision blurred for a second.

He knew, deep in his bones, that whatever entity Ling Qingyu represented was far beyond his nation's ability to control or resist. This wasn't politics anymore.

This was survival.

He slumped back in the chair, gaze hollow, murmuring to himself:

"God help us… what have we invited into our land?"

Outside, Ling Qingyu and Xiao Yue walked steadily, their calmness a stark contrast to the chaotic scramble of security forces flooding the corridors behind them.

Xiao Yue glanced sideways, a mischievous grin playing at the corner of her lips.

"Do you think he'll call us soon, Qingyu-jie?" she asked in a whisper, bouncing a bullet casually in her palm—one of the guard's disassembled rounds.

Ling Qingyu smiled faintly, her eyes clear behind the glasses.

"Of course. Fear sharpens loyalty better than greed ever will."

"Please wait, Ma'am."

The head of the President's personal security quickened his pace to catch up with them. "Please, allow me the honor of escorting two beautiful ladies—to avoid any trouble."

Ling Qingyu smiled politely, gesturing with her eyes for him to walk ahead.

"My pleasure."

The man bowed slightly, his tone and deference a stark contrast to how she had been treated upon arrival.

Sure enough—respect was not something one requested. It was seized. When the quiet presence of her operators had been insufficient, the terrifying blast earlier had helped... immensely.

All around them, maids and minor officials scurried like rats from a sinking ship, whispering feverishly as they passed.

No one, except those in the know, truly understood the stakes involved.

Perhaps it wasn't so different outside either. Even the security personnel with military backgrounds weren't spared from fear and rumors.

Maybe her girls were hopping around outside, reacting to the unknown explosion.

Well, Athena should have already begun containment measures. If anything, her operators thrived under chaos.

If not, Tang Ziyi would have plenty of reason to be disappointed after those relentless, nerve-grinding training regimens.

Following the security chief's lead, Ling Qingyu let her thoughts drift to Athena's new findings—and decided to speak directly.

"I must admit, I didn't expect the President's most trusted man to have such... interesting associations."

The guard stiffened. His heart skipped a beat and his step nearly faltered.

Witnessing how Ling Qingyu peeled back secrets like flipping pages of an old book, the man couldn't help but plunge into a spiral of anxious thoughts.

His reaction—trying to stay close, trying to glean more—betrayed everything.

"Don't worry," Ling Qingyu continued, her voice light but deliberate. "I'm not interested in reformists... or coups. As long as my interests are protected, you can plot whatever you like."

The man jerked his head around instinctively, scanning for nearby ears. His hand twitched, clenching slightly.

"You must be mistaken, Miss," he managed through gritted teeth, lying more to himself than to her.

Ling Qingyu smiled, as if humoring a child.

"Radicals, conservatives, reformists—doesn't matter who wears the crown. I prefer to deal with those who still put their nation above themselves. If you need help, call the number you were given. After all, a neighbor with a heart for justice is far better than one rotted by greed and corruption. It's only a matter of time before a rotting house collapses."

The man almost stumbled, but Ling Qingyu and Xiao Yue pressed on, unfazed.

"I wouldn't speak so freely if it endangered either of us," Ling Qingyu added softly. "You don't need to worry."

Beside her, Xiao Yue suppressed a smirk.

Lost and conflicted, the guard had no idea how he had managed to send away the two gods.

He only recovered after the convoy scurried off, leaving behind exhaust fumes, his eyes never moving until it disappeared out of sight.

The flames ignited by Ling Qingyu's words repeatedly echoed in his mind like a spell cast by illusionists.

His ambition rose whenever he imagined a future where he received Ling Qingyu's help from all sectors.

Would the original plan happen earlier, like Ling Qingyu said, if he gained her support?

No, he rejected the possibility with regret. Capitalists mustn't be trusted. He could use her, but he must stay vigilant against any ensnarement.

At the same time, he and the President shared the same designation for Ling Qingyu: this lady wasn't a sheep, but a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Businesswoman, my foot… She was definitely someone connected with the World Government or beyond.