Since Zhou Yichen had already learned about Tang Xiaoman’s space, she saw no point in hiding it any longer.

She simply took him in with her.

The moment he stepped inside, Zhou Yichen was completely stunned.

A two-story villa sat under a sky as clear and bright as a painting, accompanied by a sixty-square-meter garden. Wheat, corn, and sweet potatoes were planted in neat rows. Nearby stood three pumpkin vines, three patches of Malabar spinach, and three blueberry bushes.

They were growing well enough—but slightly wilted at the edges, as if they were long overdue for watering.

Beside the garden was a small pond. The water was crystal clear, with lush green aquatic plants swaying gently beneath the surface. It looked almost like it existed solely to nourish this little patch of land.

But what truly shook him was the nearly thousand-cubic-meter static storage space beyond.

It wasn’t just a space—it was a warehouse of unimaginable scale.

Stacks upon stacks of supplies filled it: food, medicine, and all kinds of daily necessities. Dozens of vehicles were parked inside—over twenty or thirty in total—including fuel tankers, heavy trucks loaded with steel, refrigerated transport trucks, courier vans, luxury cars, and all sorts of models he couldn’t even name at a glance.

There were also auto repair parts piled high—tires of every size and brand, cold weapons, firearms, watercraft, cigarettes and alcohol, gourmet food, clothing, grain and oil, salt and sugar, household goods, coal, fuel… everything needed for survival, from food and shelter to transport and defense.

Layer upon layer, like an invisible megawarehouse stretching beyond sight.

And then—most shocking of all—a helicopter stood right there in the space. Its engine hadn’t fully shut down yet; only the rotor blades had come to a still.

Even Zhou Yichen, a man who had seen his fair share of the world, found himself speechless.

Tang Xiaoman nudged his shoulder. “Finished sightseeing? Time to get to work.”

She hadn’t brought him in here for a tour.

She brought him here to work.

Zhou Yichen steadied himself and looked at her. “The space is only one-third left.”

Tang Xiaoman: “……”

As expected. Her most capable subordinate didn’t just have sharp instincts—he immediately identified the most critical issue.

He was right.

Two-thirds of the space had already been filled. Only about three hundred cubic meters remained.

Tang Xiaoman nodded honestly. “If we want to expand it, we’ll need gold, silver, jade, or gemstones. I tested it. Raw jadeite has the highest value efficiency.”

At that, Zhou Yichen seemed to recall something. “Right. 01 went diving into a jewelry store tonight. He collected a lot of gemstones—said he was saving them for you.”

Tang Xiaoman blinked, then lit up instantly. “Perfect. That’s exactly what I need. He did well.”

Zhou Yichen glanced at her meaningfully.

She looked purely pleased—no other emotion in sight. He couldn’t tell whether she had noticed 01’s subtle attempt to curry favor.

Not that it mattered to him.

He and 01 weren’t even in the same “league.”

Every bodyguard knew the unwritten rule: strictly no emotional entanglements with the employer.

Work? Yes.

Cross the line? Absolutely not.

Tang Xiaoman pointed at the helicopter. “Help me shut it down properly.”

Even though the space didn’t consume fuel, leaving it running forever wasn’t ideal. The engine could still suffer wear and tear.

And helicopters weren’t exactly easy to replace.

Zhou Yichen entered the cockpit and efficiently powered it down.

Tang Xiaoman leaned in through the window, curious. “You really know how to fly this thing? How skilled are you—like, actually competent or just certified?”

Zhou Yichen stepped down and opened his phone, showing her a photo of his license.

“Special forces aviation training. I passed certification for helicopter piloting.”

There was an unspoken rule: when someone shows you their phone, you’re supposed to look—just look. Not swipe.

But Tang Xiaoman didn’t care for rules.

She swiped anyway.

“Holy—so you can fly yachts too… wait, you even have a nuclear submarine piloting license? Are you kidding me?”

Her admiration grew with each swipe.

Zhou Yichen immediately took the phone back. “Please don’t scroll randomly.”

Tang Xiaoman glanced at him, smiling faintly. “What, hiding something? Ex-girlfriend photos or something?”

Her tone was light, almost teasing—but her mind had already sharpened.

A “white moonlight” type of man was dangerous. She had seen that kind of damage before—in her past life.

If Zhou Yichen had someone like that, he would become unpredictable.

“I don’t,” he said flatly.

Seeing that she didn’t fully believe him, he continued, more carefully this time.

“I entered military academy at sixteen. It was closed training—no women around. After that I joined special forces. Training every day. No time, no opportunity for relationships.”

“And after you left the military?” she pressed. “You’re good-looking, capable. There must’ve been plenty of women interested.”

“No,” Zhou Yichen said, lowering his gaze slightly. A faint shadow passed through his eyes. “Something happened at home. After dealing with my family’s affairs… I didn’t recover for a long time. I wasn’t in the mood for relationships.”

Tang Xiaoman paused. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

Zhou Yichen shook his head. “It’s fine.”

She gave his shoulder a light pat, her tone softening. “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have brought you into my space. This is everything I’ve built—it’s all laid bare in front of you. Don’t disappoint me, Zhou Yichen.”

“Don’t worry,” he replied solemnly. “I’m a professional bodyguard. As long as you don’t intend to silence me permanently, I will keep your secrets and never leak a word.”

Tang Xiaoman nodded in satisfaction and withdrew her hand.

…His shoulder was solid. Like iron.

This man’s combat ability, reflexes, and instincts were all top-tier. In a one-on-one fight, even she wasn’t entirely sure she could beat him.

Zhou Yichen then handed her a note with coordinates.

“While scouting tonight, I found a large transport helicopter on the rooftop of an exhibition center in the western suburbs. I didn’t act on it—couldn’t act on it.”

Tang Xiaoman’s eyes lit up instantly. “Why couldn’t you?”

Zhou Yichen answered calmly, methodically. “First, large transport helicopters usually have tracking systems. Moving it would still risk detection. Second—we had nowhere to store something that big.”

But now things were different.

With Tang Xiaoman’s space, both problems were solved at once.

The space was isolated from the real world—no signals could get out. And the remaining three hundred cubic meters should be enough to fit a large transport helicopter.

In other words… this was doable.

Tang Xiaoman made the decision immediately.

“Then you’re working overtime tonight. Come with me to collect it. Tomorrow I’ll have 01 take the team for drills—you get half a day off. Sleep in.”

“Deal,” Zhou Yichen said quietly.

Only then did Tang Xiaoman finally relax her grip on the concealed pistol in her pocket.

At the same time, Zhou Yichen’s fingers eased away from the trigger of the short gun at his waist.

They exchanged a brief, slightly awkward smile.

And left the space together.