A Bentley sedan worth over three million—truly beyond the reach of ordinary families. And that was just the purchase price. Owning such a luxury car was one thing; maintaining it was another. The accumulated costs could easily bankrupt your entire family.
Most people would never own such a vehicle in their lifetime. If Senior Bailin were truly a scion of a wealthy family, this car still wouldn’t likely be registered under her name.
Yet officially, this Bentley belonged to Senior Bailin as her private vehicle—though she’d never cared about such things.
As a Containment Entity—one requiring special handling—Senior Bailin never worried about material comforts. Beyond the convenience of her own abilities, the Second Weather Bureau spared no resources to appease her.
No matter how extraordinary or inhuman she was, Bai Ling still wore a human shell.
Even if the Second Weather Bureau despised her, with no way to control her, they could only try to guess her whims. Past containment breaches had taught them painful lessons.
This "Second Weather Bureau" was China’s specialized organization for containing deadly, anomalous entities. They captured, recruited, or—if necessary—eliminated Containment Entities to maintain national stability. Senior Bailin was among the rare few who’d forced the Bureau to bow its proud head.
Driving a Bentley through the streets—with a license plate ending in the rare "08"—what did that feel like?
To Senior Bailin, it was less thrilling than a single strand of Junior Li Ming’s hair. When the Bureau timidly presented the car, they’d mumbled something about the black license plate being "convenient."
And it *was* convenient. For maintaining her cover and bypassing checkpoints, anyone with half a brain wouldn’t dare stop her.
It spared her mundane hassles. Though with her abilities, no one could truly restrain her—why risk disturbing her beloved Junior Li Ming over trivialities?
To perfect her disguise, even the driver was handpicked: a rare talent trained to perfection in butler protocols. His salary alone was astronomical—a gift from the Bureau to Bai Ling.
If Bai Ling ever grew displeased and killed him? The Bureau wouldn’t utter a word of complaint.
Serving a Containment Entity was inherently perilous. Death was routine. You never knew when Bai Ling might kill you out of joy—or out of boredom. Unpredictable.
Yet this butler, surnamed Mo, maintained his composure under immense pressure. Stripped of titles, he was no ordinary man.
In Bai Ling’s perception, his heartbeat hadn’t quickened even a fraction since she entered the car. Most humans would’ve trembled just *seeing* a flawless girl like her.
But after so long, Senior Bailin had grown bored of such restraint.
"Your Bureau’s nose grows sharper by the day," she murmured, lowering the window slightly. Cool autumn wind slipped through the gap. Her gaze turned unnervingly sharp. "I’d barely dealt with that string puppet when your message arrived. Your eyes really *are* everywhere in Qianning City."
The timing felt too perfect—almost as if the Bureau had orchestrated the Containment Entity’s appearance.
Beneath Senior Bailin’s polished facade lay a capricious, cruel monster. Even Mo, hardened by training, felt his heart stutter under her icy implication.
He knew the elegant young lady behind him—the poised, graceful "heiress"—was, at her core, a lethal anomaly.
He was just a trained civilian. Even the Bureau’s elite operatives would face grim odds against her. Fortunately, Mo had served her long enough to know she rarely killed without reason.
"The Bureau has an agreement with you, ma’am," he said carefully. "You’re aware of Qianning City’s surveillance points and personnel."
"So you’re saying I *deserve* to be watched?"
"... ..."
Her smile deepened, turning glacial. The soft *tap-tap-tap* of her crystal-clear nails echoed in the cabin. No visible anger, yet Mo shivered as bone-chilling cold seeped into his bones.
Each tap pressed harder against his eardrums, his heartbeat spiraling out of control.
He realized he was merely a scapegoat for her fury toward the Bureau. *Silence is survival*, he thought desperately. One wrong word, and her wrath might shift to him.
If he died now? It would be utterly meaningless.
"You’re just a pawn," Bai Ling mused. "They’d never trust you with real secrets. Why tremble so?"
*Easy for you to say!*
Her mocking tone confirmed he’d likely survive—but facing a creature holding your life in its hands? Fear wasn’t about death. It was about the *power*.
"... You jest, ma’am. Serving you is my honor."
"Oh, is that so?"
"I chose this role willingly. I regret nothing."
The tapping stopped abruptly. Mo’s heart slowed, steadying into a strong, steady rhythm. Only then did he grasp how close he’d danced on the edge of death. A single misstep in that exchange, and his heart might have raced itself to failure.
*Truly the Bureau’s most dangerous Containment Entity. Her power is as elusive as it is terrifying.*
Mo didn’t dare turn around. Survival was mercy enough. Provoking her further now? His own colleagues would execute him before Bai Ling even lifted a finger.
Bai Ling’s cruel amusement faded, replaced by boredom.
How dull. Even a moderately interesting human lost their charm too quickly. Unlike them—*Junior Li Ming* made her blood boil with excitement.
Just thinking of that earnest, sunlit boy filled her with a profound, unfamiliar warmth.
Of course she and Junior Li Ming belonged together. It was destiny. Inevitable.
And anyone who dared stand in the way?
Bai Ling’s dazzling smile said everything.
