Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 614 CEO regained her queen

"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.

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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.@@@@

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.