[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Chapter 38

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Chapter 33 The King of Hell's Summoning
Although shrouded in night, Zheng Gang still felt utterly unsafe. Sitting in the back of the taxi, watching the rows of streetlights flash by outside the window, Zheng Gang suddenly felt that this city where he had lived since childhood seemed so unfamiliar. The men and women hurrying through the night all seemed suspicious, as if everyone was filled with hostility towards him.
He couldn't help but hold Ai Lin's small hand.
When the taxi stopped on South Street, Ai Shan was the first to jump out, eagerly opening the door for Zheng Gang and Ai Lin in the back. "
The show hasn't even started yet, who is this idiot putting on this for?" Zheng Gang cursed inwardly, pulling Ai Lin's hand as they got out of the car.
Standing on this street with few pedestrians, Zheng Gang's tense mood eased slightly, because he knew that this street was relatively quiet and had few pedestrians, making it relatively safer.
So, when he saw the neon signs for "Mei Gu Tea House" in the night, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if heaven had long ago prepared this hiding place for him.
"Remember what I said, don't give yourself away!"
Zheng Gang reminded Ai Shan and his sister again before entering the tea house.
"Ugh! I've said it a hundred times, it's so annoying," Ai Lin complained sweetly.
She really couldn't understand why the two of them were playing this pointless game.
Zheng Gang didn't have time to pay attention to Ai Lin's complaints. He straightened his clothes; it was a suit Ai Hua had bought him on the run, one he rarely wore, but he was wearing it today to play the role of a big boss.
For Zheng Gang, a former finance bureau official, he had seen plenty of wealthy and powerful people, so he was very confident in his ability to impersonate a boss. If it weren't for his dangerous identity, he might have put on an even more imposing air.
The three of them went upstairs, and as soon as they entered the lobby, a girl from the tea house greeted them.
Aishan hurriedly said, "We're looking for your boss, Mr. Gao. We had an appointment." Just then, a tall man came into the teahouse. The lighting was too dim to make out his face or age.
"Aishan, is Mr. Zhang here?"
the man greeted Aishan before even reaching him.
Zheng Gang thought this must be Gao Yugen; his accent suggested he was from Aishan's hometown.
He ignored Gao Yugen, who was getting close to Aishan, and instead stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the spotlights on the ceiling.
Ailin, just as instructed beforehand, nestled close to him like a little bird.
It wasn't until Aishan approached and said, "Mr. Zhang, this is Mr. Gao from the teahouse," that Zheng Gang glanced at the man. Gao Yugen extended his hand towards him, saying, "So it's Mr. Zhang. Please come in, please come in." Zheng Gang ignored Gao Yugen's outstretched hand and silently walked into the teahouse.
"What an air of arrogance! Damn, rich people are just awesome." Gao Yugen cursed inwardly, but with a broad smile on his face, he ran ahead to lead the way, saying to Ailin, "Ailin! You're so lucky." Ailin snorted, not even glancing at him, her small hand draped over Zheng Gang's arm as she walked forward.
After the group settled into a small tea room, while Gao Yugen was instructing the waiter to make tea, Zheng Gang carefully sized up Gao Yugen's appearance.
The man was probably around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, about 1.8 meters tall, even taller than Aishan.
Zheng Gang couldn't help but wonder if Aishan could be a match for him. Fortunately, the man was rather thin, much more frail than Aishan, who came from a coal mining background.
"Mr. Zhang, please have a cigarette." Gao Yugen, being a nouveau riche, was genuinely intimidated by Zheng Gang's airs. He knew that steel tycoons in the city were worth hundreds of millions, making him feel like a beggar in their presence.
Zheng Gang didn't even glance at the cigarette Gao Yugen offered. He pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and tossed the rest onto the table.
Aishan quickly lit it for him.
Zheng Gang turned to Ailin beside him and said in a low voice, "Ailin, what's so great about this teahouse? It's shabby. How about I find you a better one and buy it for you in a couple of days?" Ailin pouted and said coquettishly, "No, I only like this one. If you won't buy it for me, fine, I don't want any other place." She then turned away, pouting her lips.
Zheng Gang almost burst out laughing. This brat was incredibly talented at acting; she learned everything in no time.
Zheng Gang feigned a helpless expression and said to Ai Shan, "Didn't you say this house was rented?"
Ai Shan hurriedly asked Gao Yugen, "Where's the landlord? Didn't we agree the landlord would come too?"
"He's already here, he's outside. I'll call him." Gao Yugen quickly agreed and went out.
Zheng Gang winked at Ai Shan and whispered, "Ailin and I will leave first. You absolutely mustn't drink with him." As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Yugen led a fat woman in, saying to Ai Shan, "Her name is Wu Na, she's the owner of this house. You can ask her anything." Following Zheng Gang's instructions, Ai Shan asked, "Sister-in-law, you don't mind Mr. Gao transferring this teahouse to us, do you? If you don't mind, we'd like to see the receipts for Mr. Gao's prepayment of two years' rent." The fat woman plopped down in a chair, looked at Zheng Gang, and said, "Oh! What's the problem? It doesn't matter who rents it. I'll just collect the rent.
I brought everything." As she spoke, she took out some receipts from a bag in her hand.
Aishan pretended to look through it, then said to Zheng Gang, "Boss Zhang, it's correct." Zheng Gang stared at Wu Na and said, "This is a privately built house. What if the city government demolishes it as an illegal structure in a couple of days?" The fat woman hurriedly said, "How could that be! My family has lived here for sixty years. This is private property. If I don't demolish it myself, who dares to?"
Seeing that things were about to get going, Zheng Gang gave Aishan a wink, and Aishan smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, of course we have to be careful. Since there's no problem, that's good. You can go back to drinking tea. We'll discuss the rest with Boss Gao." The fat woman stood up, and before leaving, she didn't forget to remind him, "You'll be the new owners of the tea shop from now on. Don't forget to recognize me when I come for tea!"
After the fat woman left, the people in the room fell silent, no one speaking, as if they were all calculating the last question—the price.
Zheng Gang pretended to be absent-minded, squinting as he smoked, while twirling a few strands of Ai Lin's hair that hung by her ear.
Aishan glanced at Zheng Gang and then at Gao Yugen, looking anxious. Finally, he repeatedly winked at Gao Yugen, signaling him to speak first.
Gao Yugen seemed to understand Aishan's feelings, coughed, and said, "Boss Zhang, this teahouse is doing quite well. Actually, if it weren't for my business in the south needing funds and being reluctant to sell, how about this: I'm a straightforward person, and Boss Zhang is a big businessman. Let's just say one thing: take it or not?" Just as Zheng Gang feigned hesitation, Ailin grabbed his arm with her small hands and shook it gently, her face pleading, and called out sweetly, "Big Brother..."
Zheng Gang seemed unable to resist the beauty's entreaties, threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray, and said to Gao Yugen, "I want it. Name your price." Gao Yugen was overjoyed. Women have so much power! But Ailin's earlier... alluring appearance was truly pitiful; he even wanted to give her the teahouse, just to play with her delicate body.
Gao Yugen's heart wavered. After a moment's thought, he held up three fingers to Zheng Gang, and then five fingers.
Zheng Gang stood up and said, "I have some urgent business to attend to right away, I don't have time to haggle with you. A flat price of 300,000. If you're willing, bring the signed agreement to my place tomorrow to collect the money. If not, forget it." He then turned to Aishan and said, "You talk to Boss Gao again. Ailin and I are going to Wangjialiang to check out the newly rented warehouse. Damn, there's nowhere to store the goods."
He then pulled Ailin's hand and started to walk outside.
Aishan suddenly stopped Zheng Gang, seemingly embarrassed, and said, "Boss Zhang… um… since it's settled… shouldn't we leave some deposit for Boss Gao? Otherwise… in case something changes…"
Zheng Gang deliberately said impatiently, "I never carry cash." He then turned to Ailin and said, "Where's the pocket money I gave you this afternoon? Give it to your brother first." Ailin clutched her pocket, protesting, "No, I want to buy some clothes tomorrow." Zheng Gang coaxed her in a low voice, "Give it to your brother first, I'll get you 10,000 when we get back." Only then did Ailin reluctantly take a stack of banknotes from her pocket and hand them to Aishan.
Aishan smiled and said to Gao Yugen, "Boss Gao, it's not much money, just consider it a deposit. Let's finalize things first." Gao Yugen thought to himself, "I really didn't realize Aishan was so shrewd. Why is he in such a hurry when I haven't even asked for a deposit? Isn't he afraid of losing what he's got? It seems this little beauty will be deflowered by Boss Zhang tonight. Aishan won't act until he sees the profit! Rich people are different!"

Chapter 34 Psychological Attack
After leaving Meigu Tea House, Zheng Gang let out a long sigh. Everything was pretty much as he had expected. It seemed Gao Yugen had complete faith in his status as a big boss. Now it was time to make the final preparations. He couldn't help but think of the courtyard he had spent with Aihua. That overgrown courtyard was probably Gao Yugen's ideal final resting place. He hoped the house Aishan rented was similar to his imagination. Zheng Gang also thought of Jin Sheng. He was almost certain that Shang Rong had killed Jin Sheng. However, at this moment, he especially wanted to know how his old classmate disposed of the body. Perhaps his plan was similar to his own—to find a secluded place and bury him without anyone noticing.
Zheng Gang sighed inwardly. Jin Sheng was also someone who had almost no connection with this world. Whether he lived or died, it was the same for him. No one would be happy for him while he was alive, and naturally, no one would grieve for him after he died. Of course, Zheng Gang's sigh also had another meaning. What kind of fate had brought him and Shang Rong together in such an inextricable bond? Two classmates in university, first fighting over a woman, then engaging in open and covert struggles for face after entering society, and finally getting entangled in a dispute over money, and now they had both ended up committing murder. The only difference was that Shang Rong killed for money, while he killed for both money and survival.
As Zheng Gang walked along, lost in thought, Ai Lin remained silent. Unlike before, she no longer clung to him, instead keeping a long face and keeping her distance, as if he truly owed her ten thousand yuan. Once inside, before disappearing into her small room, Ai Lin turned back and coldly asked, "Are you and my brother trying to scam me?"
Zheng Gang seemed slightly startled by Ai Lin's words. This girl was usually so talkative; why was she so curious today? Seeing the cold glint in the girl's eyes, Zheng Gang's heart stirred. He walked over, intending to pull her into his arms, but Ai Lin deftly dodged his arm and turned to go into her room. Zheng Gang smiled mysteriously, taking off his coat as he slowly followed her inside.
Strangely enough, no matter what kind of house Eileen had stayed in, a faint fragrance would always linger in the air. Zheng Gang couldn't quite describe the scent, but whenever he smelled it, he would temporarily forget everything he was facing, willingly letting himself be swept away by the subtle aroma, single-mindedly searching for its source so he could release his pent-up desires through frantic licking.
When Eileen heard Zheng Gang's hissing breaths in the room and heard his increasingly fervent gaze, her body trembled slightly. She was all too familiar with this expression on the man's face. Ever since leaving home, whenever Aishan wasn't around, the man would pounce on her after a hissing breath. Eileen blushed, glanced at the man staring at her, and then trembled as she collapsed onto the bed.
"No matter what I do, I won't hurt you..."
Zheng Gang said as he buried his face in Ai Lin's neck and sucked on it desperately, while unbuttoning the girl's clothes with one hand until he took a bite of the girl's unripe nipple and gradually calmed down.
Eileen writhed her hot, delicate body, sobbing, "You're just torturing me! You...you dare to possess me then!"
Zheng Gang froze, stopping his movements. He stared at the girl's flushed face for a moment, then suddenly said fiercely, "Possess you...watch me possess you..."
He ripped off her pants, exposing her tender lower body, and plunged inside, humming, "Just like this, possess me..."
Eileen gripped the sheets tightly with her small hands, and amidst suppressed sobs, she arched her backside violently a few times, collapsing onto the bed like she was dead, letting out soft, sickly moans as the man licked her entire body...
When Ai Shan returned, the room was pitch black. Just as he was about to turn on the light, he heard a low growl from a dark corner: "Don't turn on the light!"
Ai Shan was startled. Looking closely, he saw a pair of wolf-like eyes gleaming green in the darkness. It was Zheng Gang, sitting in the darkness like a ghost.
Aishan calmed himself down and casually cursed, "You fucking trying to scare me to death with your ghost act?"
"Have you been drinking again?"
Zheng Gang asked, staring at the tall figure in the darkness. For some reason, he thought of Jin Sheng again. That night, when he ran all the way to Jin Sheng's doorstep, the tall figure in the lamplight bore a striking resemblance to the one before him.
"Just a little,"
Aishan said softly, seemingly embarrassed.
Before Aishan could finish speaking, Zheng Gang sprang up from the darkness, pounced on him, and punched him squarely in the face, cursing, "You idiot, my life will end with you sooner or later!"
Aishan staggered from the punch, momentarily stunned, seemingly unable to react. Since leaving home, the two had often argued, but never actually fought. In Aishan's mind, a pale-faced scholar like Zheng Gang couldn't withstand a single blow from him; he never expected Zheng Gang to dare hit him today. Zheng Gang cursed, "You son of a bitch, is that all you've got? You might as well go home tomorrow, or your little wench might end up sleeping with someone else."
Ai Shan roared, lunged at Zheng Gang, kicked him to the ground, and then straddled him, raining down punches.
Suddenly, the lights in the house came on, and there stood Ai Lin, wrapped in a sheet, staring in shock at the two men on the floor. Aishan looked down at Zheng Gang and saw that he had slapped him until his mouth was bleeding. However, to his surprise, Zheng Gang wasn't angry at all; instead, he had a mysterious smile on his face, wiping the blood from his mouth and panting as he said, "Now I'm relieved. I was afraid you were all show and no substance..."
Aishan seemed to understand Zheng Gang's intention, and as he got off him, he cursed, "You're crazy! I thought you were itching for a fight."
Zheng Gang struggled to his feet and smiled at Ailin, saying, "Go to sleep, your brother and I were just playing around."
Ailin also cursed "crazy," then turned and went into her room. As she turned, the thin sheet billowed, revealing the girl's white bottom to Zheng Gang. He stared at Ailin's doorway and said viciously, "Today was just a test of your skills. If you dare touch me again, I'll kill you."
Hearing Zheng Gang's words, Aishan felt a sudden, inexplicable fear, but a cold laugh escaped his lips.

Chapter 35 Murder Drill
The next day, Zheng Gang and Ai Shan got up before dawn. Zheng Gang insisted they wait in the courtyard before daybreak to avoid being seen.
The previous night, Ai Shan had taken Zheng Gang to see the rented house on a beat-up bicycle. Zheng Gang wanted to curse as soon as he saw the courtyard. Ai Shan had clearly chosen the cheapest option. It was far inferior to the place he and Ai Hua had lived in before. The walls were low, and several meters of the eastern side had collapsed, making it easy for outsiders to see inside. Although
Zheng Gang was furious, there was nothing he could do. There wasn't time to find a new place. Fortunately, the dilapidated courtyard was about 200 meters away from the other houses, making it seem isolated. It was a wonder Ai Shan had found it. Zheng Gang worried that Ai Shan had probably asked around a lot to find this cheap place, and maybe everyone in the area knew him. But he couldn't worry about that now.
Aishan seemed to sense Zheng Gang's anger and felt guilty, so he silently picked up a shovel and dug a pit for his fellow villager in the yard. Zheng Gang, meanwhile, was doing something inside the house.
It was past 3 a.m. when the two returned home. For reasons unknown, Zheng Gang actually went into Ailin's room in front of Aishan, wanting to hold the girl's warm body and sleep with her. Aishan glanced at Zheng Gang's back and cursed inwardly, "What a show-off! All show and no substance!"
Zheng Gang dressed and stood in the middle of the room, lost in thought, when he noticed Aishan staring blankly a few times while washing up. He felt uneasy. Was this guy having second thoughts at the last minute? Was he suddenly feeling scared? No, he had to ignite his fighting spirit. Seeing that Ailin hadn't come out yet, Zheng Gang sidled up to Aishan and whispered, "Are you scared? If you're really scared, I think you should just give up. Don't end up in a difficult situation and get yourself into trouble."
Aishan snapped out of his daze, his eyes widening as he shouted, "Who's scared? I'm just thinking about what tool I can use."
Zheng Gang reminded him, "What did you use at the Shanxi coal mine that time?"
Hearing Zheng Gang's words, Aishan was startled, immediately recalling his slip of the tongue that time. Although he had only said half of what he meant, Zheng Gang's intelligence was enough to guess. However, since they were now tied together, he couldn't worry about that now. So what if he knew? Could he report him to the police? Thinking of this, he boasted, "That time I didn't use anything, I just kicked him into the mine shaft, like he fell to his death on his own."
Zheng Gang didn't want to get too carried away with Ai Shan now. He repeatedly thought through all the possible scenarios after Gao Yugen came to this courtyard. Originally, he wanted Ai Shan to use a hammer, but then he thought that would leave bloodstains and even brain matter, things that couldn't be cleaned up in a hurry. There were kitchen knives, shovels, wooden sticks, and other things readily available in the house, but they would all leave indelible marks. Zheng Gang even considered pouring gasoline on the house and burning it to the ground afterward, but that would quickly bring Ai Shan into the public eye or the police station's view. In the end, Zheng Gang thought using a rope would be better.
"I think we should use a rope. I'll distract him, and you can do it from behind,"
Ai Shan said, riding his bicycle with Zheng Gang sitting behind him.
“No, the rope isn’t right for me. Besides, he’s about my height. If he stands up while I’m strangling him, I might not be able to kill him quickly. Why do you have to make such a fuss? Just find something and hit him on the head, why go through all this trouble?”
Aishan complained.
Zheng Gang poked Ai Shan in the waist and said sternly, "If you're going to do things your own way, we're done right now."
After a pause and seeing that Ai Shan didn't respond, he explained, "I have my reasons for doing this. Just listen to me. I've decided to use plastic bags. There are plenty of plastic bags over there, which will come in handy."
Upon hearing this, Ai Shan stopped the car and asked in confusion, "How do I get the plastic bags?"
Zheng Gang gestured for him to continue walking, saying, "Put several layers of plastic bags over his head. While I'm talking to him, you cover his head completely with the bags, then tightly strangle his neck with your arms. No matter how much he struggles, you absolutely cannot let go. With this combination of strangulation and suffocation, he'll be done in about three minutes."
Ai Shan thought to himself, "I never thought such a refined-looking person would come up with such a murderous scheme. You really can't judge a book by its cover." He muttered, "Who knows if it'll work? I've never tried it before, I'm afraid it'll fail."
When Zheng Gang and Ai Shan arrived at the rented room, it was already dawn. Zheng Gang stood in the courtyard, looking around for a while, and increasingly felt that the courtyard wall was too low. Anyone passing by could see everything clearly inside, meaning it was impossible to work in the courtyard during the day. He changed his mind and said to Ai Shan, "Looks like we have to change the time. We can't do this work during the day, it's too dangerous." Ai Shan
hurriedly said, "The time can't be changed. That guy seems even more anxious than us. He's already bought train tickets for tonight, saying he'll leave as soon as he gets the money. He already laid off the teahouse staff yesterday."
Zheng Gang tilted his head and thought for a while, still unable to understand why Gao Yugen was in such a hurry to transfer the teahouse. Was there really a good deal waiting for him in Shenzhen? Thinking about it was useless; he would never leave this city anyway.
Aishan looked around and seemed to realize that the courtyard he had rented cheaply lacked privacy. However, he quickly changed his mind and said, "We'll do it inside during the day and then handle the funeral arrangements at night."
Zheng Gang shuddered at the thought of spending hours in a room with a corpse. He had originally planned to leave this awful place as soon as it was over, as if every minute he stayed was extremely dangerous. But after hearing Aishan's suggestion, it seemed that was the only option. Leaving at night would reduce the number of witnesses, though Ailin might be worried. Last night, in bed, Ailin had interrogated the man for a long time while licking his swollen lips from her brother's beating, and if she saw that he and Aishan were not returning, she might start overthinking things. Since he had to go back that night anyway, Zheng Gang left Ailin behind. Considering that there were still some details he needed to explain to Aishan, and that they needed to rehearse some of the procedures, he invited Aishan into the house.

Chapter 36 Transferring Life
At noon, the sky suddenly darkened, and soon a light drizzle began to fall.
Zheng Gang sat by the window, watching the ground gradually become wet with rain, his heart burning with anxiety. He kept glancing at his watch, seemingly unable to bear the torment of waiting. Ai Shan paced back and forth in the room, his face flushed with excitement, looking like a trapped beast.
"Don't wait here. Go out and meet him. Remember, when I throw him the 'money,' that's the signal to act,"
Zheng Gang said impatiently, standing up.
Hearing Zheng Gang's words, Ai Shan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you so nervous you're wetting your pants? I know when to make my move."
Zheng Gang sneered, "I've died once, what am I afraid of? I'm just afraid you'll be impotent at the crucial moment."
As Ai Shan walked outside, he mocked, "I wonder who's impotent. I'll ask Ai Lin when I get back."
Zheng Gang threw a teacup at Ai Shan, who ducked and darted out the door. The teacup shattered against the doorframe, and Ai Shan's loud laughter echoed from the courtyard.
Zheng Gang gritted his teeth and cursed, "One day I'll sleep with all the women in your family, then you won't dare to talk nonsense anymore."
He cursed under his breath, but inwardly he had to admit he was incredibly nervous. He'd rarely even been in a fight, let alone killed anyone, though Zheng Gang admitted he'd had murderous thoughts long ago. It was after he'd slept with Zhang Yan and discovered the beauty he'd been pursuing had already been deflowered by Shang Rong. He'd had the urge to kill Shang Rong then, but it was just a wild, arrogant idea. Now, in just a few minutes, he was about to become a murderer, a life ending in his hands. This unprecedented experience filled Zheng Gang with an unprecedented tension and excitement, so much so that blood rushed to his face, making him look like a feverish patient.
Noticing his loss of composure, Zheng Gang pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took several deep drags, trying to calm himself. Just then, his nerves tightened instantly, because he seemed to hear faint footsteps and voices outside. Without thinking, he rushed into the inner room, sat down at the prepared round table, and placed a black leather bag on his right. Just then, he heard the courtyard gate being pushed open.
"Boss Zhang has been waiting for you inside..."
Ai Shan's voice seemed both near and far, yet it reached Zheng Gang's ears with exceptional clarity.
For a moment, Zheng Gang felt as if he were in a void, everything seeming unreal, as if he and Ai Shan were playing some kind of game. Following the pre-arranged rules, he took a cell phone from his pocket and put it to his ear, pretending to be on the phone, his breathing becoming rapid. When he saw Ai Shan lead Gao Yugen into the house, he completely forgot to speak into the phone. According to the rules, he should have been yelling at the person on the other end, berating them for not delivering the steel yet. Instead, he stared wide-eyed at Gao Yugen with terrified eyes. He suddenly realized that Gao Yugen seemed to have deliberately dressed up; he was wearing a well-fitting suit, a brown briefcase tucked under his arm, just like the staff who used to come and go at the finance bureau. Most importantly, he suddenly realized that Gao Yugen was actually a very handsome man.
"Sit here."
Ai Shan pointed to a small stool that had been placed opposite Zheng Gang and said, "The boss has some business to discuss. He'll talk to you when he's done."
Gao Yugen seemed oblivious to Zheng Gang's unusual expression. He casually sat down opposite Zheng Gang, placed his briefcase on the table, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smiled at Ai Shan, saying, "No rush, Boss Zhang is a very busy man."
"Bring the things over to me immediately!"
Zheng Gang finally managed to say a sentence into his phone, then angrily threw the phone onto the table, almost right under Gao Yugen's nose.
"Boss Gao is here... sit down... um..."
Zheng Gang patted his forehead, seemingly unable to remember what to say. After patting his forehead for a while, he suddenly seemed to remember.
"That agreement... and..."
Gao Yugen looked at Boss Zhang's distraught appearance and thought to himself, "This guy must have stayed up all night with Ai Lin. He's exhausted, which has made him mentally sluggish. That's what happens when you've been with too many women. Don't I have those moments too?" So he smiled generously and said, "Mr. Zhang, the agreement is signed. As long as you pay, the teahouse is yours. My waitresses said yesterday that if Mr. Zhang wants to continue employing them, they're willing to stay."
Pay? Zheng Gang realized the game had reached a crucial point, but looking up, he saw Ai Shan standing next to Gao Yugen like a bodyguard, without the plastic bag they'd been told about. A sudden urge to act made him clear-headed. He couldn't afford to make a mistake now, or Ai Shan, that pig, would surely cause chaos.
"Ai Shan, get Mr. Gao a glass of water!"
Zheng Gang winked at Ai Shan.
"No need, no need,"
Gao Yugen waved his hand, saying, "Mr. Zhang is a busy man, let's get things done quickly."
He then opened his briefcase and took out several sheets of paper and a key.
"Let me see the agreement,"
Zheng Gang said with a sigh of relief as Ai Shan left, "The money's here."
He patted the black leather bag beside him. Zheng Gang, holding the agreement, paid no attention to its contents. He was only hoping Ai Shan would come in quickly, muttering, "There shouldn't be any problems, right? If there are, where will I find you after you leave..."
Just then, he looked up and saw Ai Shan standing behind Gao Yugen like a god, holding a plastic bag in both hands, mouth wide open, baring his teeth and glaring at him. His expression seemed to say: Get ready, do it.
Zheng Gang gasped, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. He could only see Gao Yugen's mouth moving, but he couldn't understand what he was saying. Do it! Do it! Zheng Gang shouted inwardly, shoving the black leather bag beside him forward with all his might. He practically jumped off the stool, quickly taking a few steps back, his eyes wide and fixed on Gao Yugen, as if the black leather bag contained a bomb.
Gao Yugen was startled by Zheng Gang's actions. He looked at Zheng Gang with suspicion, then at the black leather bag on the table. Just as he was about to reach forward, he heard someone panting heavily behind him. The rapid breath even hit his neck. Just as he was about to turn around, Ai Shan accurately placed the plastic bag over his head. Then, just like they had practiced many times before, a strong arm firmly encircled Gao Yugen's neck.
Zheng Gang opened his mouth, almost screaming, when suddenly his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He stretched out one hand to support himself against the wall, his eyes fixed on Gao Yugen's dark head, listening to his indistinct whimpers. He watched as Gao Yugen's hands, like a dying patient, first flailing wildly, then stubbornly gripping Ai Shan's arm that was choking him, trying to pry off the source of his suffocation. Zheng Gang cursed inwardly: "Idiot, prying off the arm won't work. Tearing the plastic bag apart with your hands is the only way."
Gao Yugen seemed to sense Zheng Gang's curses. He actually released Ai Shan's arm with one hand and clawed at his own face, simultaneously kicking forward with one leg, flipping the table over with a crash, and letting out a terrifying howl.
"What the hell are you standing there for? Grab his hand! The plastic bag's leaking!"
Ai Shan's body swayed violently with Gao Yugen's struggles, as he hysterically shouted at Zheng Gang.
Luckily, it was covered by several layers of plastic bags. Zheng Gang noticed that Gao Yugen had already torn the first layer of plastic bag, and the part near his mouth was being sucked in by his wide-open, panting mouth, threatening to be bitten open at any moment. Zheng Gang desperately wanted to help Ai Shan as requested, but when he tried to move his legs, he found he couldn't budge an inch, as if glued to the ground. Frustrated, he yelled at Ai Shan, "Strangle him! Strangle him hard!"
Hearing Zheng Gang's shout, Ai Shan roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his arm tightening abruptly. He grabbed Gao Yugen's face with his other hand, pinning Gao's flailing hands down. A low growl escaped his throat, and soon Gao Yugen's struggles weakened, a few cracking sounds coming from his throat. Then, his legs suddenly kicked forward, and his body went limp in Ai Shan's arms.

Chapter 37: Birds Die for Food
For several days, Zheng Gang and Ai Shan were immersed in the thrill of the murder. What excited them even more was that these two penniless men had suddenly acquired hundreds of thousands of yuan. The day after they killed Gao Yugen, they moved into the teahouse and opened for business as if the teahouse had always been their property, only temporarily entrusted to someone else, and now they were taking it back to run it themselves.
Eileen was naturally curious about the tea shop's origins, but given her age and experience, she couldn't fathom its secrets. Despite her suspicions, she was still happy to take on the role of waitress; at least in the eyes of the other hired staff, she could present herself as the owner, satisfying a small vanity.
That afternoon, Aishan was sitting in a corner of the tea shop, flipping cards for fortune-telling, when Eileen led a middle-aged woman in, followed by a lively pet dog. From the woman's angry face, Aishan instinctively sensed trouble.
These past few days, Aishan has been feeling uneasy. He often dreams of Gao Yugen, covered in mud, clearly having just crawled out of the pit he dug. However, Aishan isn't afraid; what's so scary about a defeated foe like himself? In his dreams, he tells Gao Yugen not to bother him again, or he'll strangle him once more. He even coaxes Gao Yugen's ghost, saying, "If you stop bothering me, I'll burn some paper money for you every Qingming Festival so you won't lack money over there. I'll even help you support your father in the future."
Perhaps Gao Yugen is genuinely afraid of being strangled by Aishan again, or perhaps he's fulfilled his promise, because he hasn't come to him for the past few nights. What truly unsettles Aishan is his feeling that getting into the teahouse was too easy; he's sure there's more trouble to come. This is the impression he got from drinking with Gao Yugen a few times, but he can't quite put his finger on what kind of trouble it might be. He confided his worries to Zheng Gang, but his brother-in-law didn't even raise an eyebrow, saying, "Look at you, so full of yourself, always so suspicious. Just focus on running your tea shop." He
then lay down in a room in the teahouse's basement to continue reading his history book.
Now, looking at the woman in front of him, Ai Shan had a sudden thought: trouble is brewing.
"Are you the owner here?"
the woman asked arrogantly, her pet dog running over and sniffing at Ai Shan's feet, as if helping its owner verify his identity.
Ai Shan continued flipping through the cards in front of him, asking hesitantly, "What do you want?"
The woman plopped down opposite Ai Shan, slammed her handbag on the table, and shouted, "You call Gao Yugen here!"
Ai Shan was startled, thinking, "I'm not a psychic, how am I supposed to call Gao Yugen for you?" He stopped what he was doing, looked at the woman's chubby face, and said, "Sister-in-law, Gao Yugen went to Shenzhen a long time ago. Go there to find him."
Upon hearing this, the woman jumped up from her chair, pointed at Aishan, and screamed, "You're talking nonsense! Don't think I don't know, you're all in cahoots, conspiring to cheat me! One word: return my 100,000 yuan, and I won't get involved in the teahouse business anymore. Otherwise, we'll see each other in court!"
Aishan seemed to understand the woman's meaning, but wasn't quite sure, so he asked, "You mean you have an investment in the teahouse?"
The woman snorted and sat back down, saying sullenly, "You're just pretending..." "What's wrong with you being confused? Gao Yugen and I each invested 100,000 yuan in this teahouse, and now he's selling it off without a word. Isn't that fraud? This transfer is illegal, I'm going to the police station to report you."
The woman's words "police station" sent a chill down Ai Shan's spine. The whole story was now clear. The trouble he had been worried about was right in front of him. He only regretted being so busy drinking that he hadn't told Zheng Gang what Gao Yugen had said in detail. Otherwise, that kid would have been able to foresee this. No wonder Gao Yugen was in such a hurry to transfer the teahouse; that kid wasn't exactly honest either.
"Sister-in-law, calm down. I'm not the boss, and we don't know anything about your past with Gao Yugen. How about this, you talk to our boss and see how to resolve this issue."
The woman picked up her handbag from the table and said, "Where is your boss? This needs to be resolved now."
Damn, why is everyone so impatient? Aishan slowly stood up and called to Ailin, who was not far away, "You attend to the business, I'll take her to see the boss."
Zheng Gang saw Aishan bring a woman in and quickly sat up in bed, thinking, "Is this guy sexually frustrated? How can he be interested in such an old woman?" But looking at the woman's clothes and disdainful expression, he didn't think she was a prostitute, but rather a wealthy woman. As
Zheng Gang was pondering this, Aishan went over and whispered something in his ear. Then he turned back to the woman and said, "This is our boss. You can talk to him if you have something to say."
He then walked out, closing the door behind him, but he didn't go far because he had just seen Zheng Gang give him a wink. Damn it, looks like there's work to be done again. Aishan couldn't hear what the two were saying in the room, but later he heard the woman's shrill voice rise, repeating the same threatening words he'd heard earlier, but he clearly heard the words "Police Station." Damn it, I don't believe Zheng Gang isn't wary of the words "Police Station."
Sure enough, after about ten minutes, the door opened, and Zheng Gang came out alone. Perhaps because of the basement lighting, Zheng Gang's face looked ferocious. He half-closed the door and said in a low voice, "Haven't you been with a woman in a long time? Go in and do it. Although he's a bit old, he's a rich man, and he's well-maintained. Take your time, no one will rush you."
Ai Shan stared at his brother-in-law's moving lips, panting heavily. He watched as Zheng Gang pushed the door open a crack. Ai Shan hesitated for a moment, then heard the woman inside call out, "Did you get the contract? Hurry up, I have things to do."
Perhaps the woman's voice triggered something in Ai Shan, because he spat on the ground and strode into the room.
Zheng Gang slammed the door shut, took a padlock from the handle, and locked it with a click. Then he pressed his ear against the door and heard the woman scream first, followed by a dog barking, and then the sound of things being kicked over.
Zheng Gang felt a surge of restlessness and couldn't help but reach down to his crotch and rub it a few times. He heard the woman inside scream again, but this time the arrogant tone was gone. Her screams were filled with fear and desperate weeping. As the broken bed creaked rhythmically, Zheng Gang looked up and sighed, muttering, "Since ancient times, the bait has been laid, but the hook is sharp. Truly, men die for wealth, and birds die for food."
He had no interest in listening to these deathbed moans. Instead, he turned off the light in the corridor and slowly climbed the narrow stairs.

Chapter 38: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road.
Killing two people in just half a month, even the old habitual criminal Ai Shan felt it was a bit crazy. However, when he recalled the feeling he had on the woman that day, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. That day, he was choking the woman while having sex with her. The woman's desperate contractions before she died nearly killed Aishan; the pleasure was indescribable. He felt as if he had almost been sucked dry by the woman's dying tubes. Afterwards, he described his ecstatic pleasure to Zheng Gang several times, only to be met with a barrage of curses from his brother-in-law, who warned him fiercely, "Don't remember this! Be careful, one day you might get drunk and brag to the whole world."
Zheng Gang's worries weren't unfounded. Since the murder, with some spare money, Aishan had become increasingly addicted to alcohol. It seemed he was trying to numb himself with alcohol to escape his deep-seated fears. Zheng Gang worried that if this continued, Aishan might one day say something inappropriate while drunk that would lead to his own demise.
Ever since Aishan raped and murdered that unknown woman in the teahouse's basement, Zheng Gang found the room too eerie. So he rented an apartment in a newly completed residential complex not far from the teahouse, where he lived with Ailin. Aishan, however, was not afraid of the eerie atmosphere. Every night, he stayed there alone to guard the teahouse. In the long nights, lying on that broken bed that had once made his soul leave his body, he would relive every movement and groan of the woman before her death. This often stimulated him to ejaculate life-giving magma all night long, to the point that he formed a deep bond with the woman's spirit, making it an indispensable part of his nights.
Just as Aishan was beginning to enjoy the leisurely life at the teahouse, Zheng Gang was eager to get rid of it. He knew the teahouse was like a time bomb; the longer he held onto it, the more dangerous it became. Any tiny spark could ignite an explosion, reducing them to ashes. So, after a period of relative calm, despite Aishan's reluctance, he posted a transfer notice.
As fate would have it, in Zheng Gang's eyes, it all seemed preordained.
One evening, alone in his rented apartment, Zheng Gang suddenly felt an unprecedented loneliness, followed by an unbearable restlessness. The room felt strangely oppressive, and he felt an overwhelming urge to escape. After pacing anxiously for a while, he finally couldn't resist the longing for the outside world. He quietly slipped out and, under the cover of darkness, went to the teahouse. He chose a secluded, dark corner to sit in, sipping his tea and observing the comings and goings of customers.
Just as he was lost in thought, his pupils suddenly dilated. He saw Eileen leading a man and a woman inside. The woman looked stunningly beautiful in the dim light. However, what made Zheng Gang's eyes widen was not the beautiful woman, but the man beside her—the man he knew all too well, the man he missed all too much, the man who had always kept him up at night.
That night, in the rented apartment in the complex, Zheng Gang couldn't control his excitement. It was the unique excitement that came from coming face to face with his long-sought prey. He paced back and forth in the room like he had been injected with stimulants, unable to sit still for a moment. The pet dog that Eileen had adopted had long since betrayed its former owner, and now, as if stimulated, it was running wildly at its new owner's feet.
"Tie him up, make him hand over the money! This is a golden opportunity that God has given us! What are you hesitating for?"
Aishan had expressed his opinion to his brother-in-law no less than ten times that night. If Zheng Gang's promises to him before were merely illusions, today he finally saw the other side of his ideal. The moment Ai Shan saw the man, he knew he was no ordinary person. His demeanor, his bearing, his superior air—all filled Ai Shan with admiration. This was a real big boss! He hadn't expected Zheng Gang to have dealt with this kind of person before. It seemed his brother-in-law had been quite a figure in his past! In that instant, Ai Shan suppressed all his usual disrespect for his brother-in-law, finally acknowledging his own insignificance and foolishness, willingly becoming his brother-in-law's lackey.
"Kidnapping?"
Zheng Gang picked up the puppy from the floor and sat down on the sofa, stroking its fur as he said, "It's not that simple. This isn't a small amount of money. Just kidnapping him and threatening him will make him hand it over. Even if he's willing to give you the money, how? Make him call for a car to deliver it? If we kidnap him, we might not get a single penny, and in the end, we'll both lose."
"Then let's kidnap that woman. It's obvious they're a pair of scoundrels. He wouldn't abandon his own woman for money, would he?"
Ai Shan said cautiously.
Zheng Gang sneered, "If I kidnap Xiu Fen and ask you for a hundred million in exchange, would you agree?"
Ai Shan scratched his head and chuckled dryly, "Xiu Fen isn't worth that much money, a few tens of thousands is more like it."
Zheng Gang suddenly thought of Ai Shan's beautiful wife. He hadn't expected that a woman was only worth a few tens of thousands in his eyes. He wondered what Xiu Fen would think if she knew.
“If it were during difficult times in the past, I might have done this. Kidnapping that woman would definitely have made some money. But now we don’t lack that money. We need to look further ahead.”
Aishan has now completely accepted his brother-in-law’s position as the boss, so he naturally listens to his opinions. His vision has also gradually broadened. His dream is to make a lot of money, go back to his hometown to bring glory to his ancestors, and make the whole village envious of him. "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Zheng Gang closed his eyes and pondered for a while before speaking, "Sell the teahouse to that woman as soon as possible. What we need now is cash; cash is the safest thing. Once that woman takes over the teahouse, Shang Rong won't be out of our sight anymore. At that time, we'll be in the shadows, and he'll be in the open. We'll have the initiative to kill or kidnap him. The key is to keep that woman hanging."
Ai Shan scratched his head with one hand and said self-consciously, "That woman... I can't keep her... I..."
Zheng Gang couldn't help but laugh out loud before he finished speaking, and said sarcastically, "Don't be a toad trying to eat swan meat. That woman won't even give you a second glance. Everything depends on her..."
As he spoke, he gestured towards Ai Lin's room.
"You mean let Ai Lin..."
Ai Shan understood what his brother-in-law meant, but Ai Lin was, after all, his sister, and he couldn't bring himself to say the rest.
"What, you're reluctant? I noticed Shang Rong's lecherous eyes darting around Ai Lin tonight. Obviously, Ai Lin's beauty has captivated him. I know my old classmate's temperament..."
Zheng Gang stared at Ai Shan and said.
Aishan laughed awkwardly, "Ailin is yours, are you really willing to let her go?"
Zheng Gang said seriously, "It's not a matter of being willing or not, it's her fate. That monk said Ailin and he had a tragic love affair. Don't worry, Shang Rong is a chivalrous and gentle man, he won't hurt Ailin."
Aishan worriedly asked, "But I don't know if Ailin is willing?"
Zheng Gang stood up, stretched, and said, "I'll do some ideological work on her now, you should go back to the teahouse and rest early."
After saying that, he went into Ailin's bedroom under Aishan's gaze.

Chapter 39 A Thousand Miles of Rescue
Zi Hui stared intently at the airport's departure channel, afraid of missing anyone. She had never met Sun Xiaoyu before, and her impression of Sun Xiaoyu came from Shang Rong's few words: a policewoman, young and beautiful, with a bit of a family superiority complex. That was all Zi Hui knew about Sun Xiaoyu, of course, she belonged to the same man as herself.
After Shang Rong was taken away by the police, Zi Hui kept considering whether to call Sun Xiaoyu. Out of a woman's tendency to avoid outsiders, she didn't want Xiaoyu involved. However, with all the family's affairs weighing on her shoulders, she felt overwhelmed. Before, when her husband was home, he was always leisurely and didn't seem to have much to do. Now that he was in trouble, everything seemed to be in chaos. Even the usually capable elites at the company seemed to have lost their focus, calling her for instructions on every little thing, as if deliberately making things difficult for her.
After two days of this chaos, Zi Hui felt powerless. She wasn't sure she could get her husband out of the police's clutches. The other women in the family also disappointed her, offering no help except for their constant mourning. And Qi Xiaoya, the only one she could rely on, was nowhere to be seen, and she couldn't figure out what she was busy with. The man had just gotten into trouble, and she hadn't spoken to anyone. She didn't know what Shang Rong liked about her. If it was just about looks, Qiao Fei, Yan Yan, herself, and even Gao Yan—who was worse than her? Even if she didn't care, she was still Qi Shundong's daughter. Could she really sever her blood ties for a man?
Disappointed, Zi Hui naturally thought of Sun Xiaoyu again. This time, she no longer felt jealous; instead, she felt resentful. The man had been transferring large sums of money to Beijing, all of it going to Sun Xiaoyu. Now that the man was in trouble, shouldn't she do her part? Why should everyone share in the good times, but she had to bear the burden alone when things went wrong? Besides, Xiaoyu had been a policeman, and her family was powerful. She naturally had more ways to get men than she did—much better than her blindly struggling. Thinking this, Zi Hui stopped being reserved and told Sun Xiaoyu everything that had happened.
However, Zi Hui had no idea that Sun Xiaoyu had received the news of Shang Rong's arrest through her own channels within hours. As for why she hadn't returned from Beijing sooner, Xiaoyu had her own reasons.
When she first heard the news of the man's arrest, Xiaoyu was greatly surprised. In her mind, even if the evidence against him was conclusive, he wouldn't have fallen so easily into the hands of the police. Was he really so foolish as to wait for the police to arrest him?
Didn't he have legs? Couldn't he escape? Now, Xiaoyu was no longer a policewoman, so her perspective had naturally changed. She unconsciously stood on the opposite side of the police and linked her fate with the man's. Although Xiaoyu and Shang Rong's love affair was fleeting, with little time for affection, the trials and tribulations they had shared were like an invisible bond, tightly binding them even though they were thousands of miles apart. Moreover, Xiaoyu currently controlled all of Shang Rong's assets in Beijing, and she was well aware of the details of how these assets came to be. Therefore, they were not only lovers but also partners and accomplices.
Upon receiving the news, Xiaoyu prepared to leave within an hour. She didn't tell Zhang Yan the truth, otherwise Zhang Yan would definitely cry and insist on coming back, requiring her to spend extra time comforting the lovestruck woman. She simply told Zhang Yan that she was going on a business trip and asked her to take care of the company's affairs. However, when Xiaoyu arrived at the airport, she changed her mind. She thought, what could she possibly do if she rushed back like this? Although she had worked in the Public Security Bureau before and had some acquaintances, how could an ordinary person help with a case like Shang Rong's? She might not even be able to see the man, let alone get him out. So, Xiaoyu naturally thought of her all-powerful brother, Sun Xiaoning.
The old spy Sun Xiaoning's ears were naturally more acute than his sister's; he could get detailed information on anything that interested him immediately. Of course, Sun Xiaoning wasn't particularly interested in Shang Rong himself. If it weren't for his sister, someone like Shang Rong wouldn't even catch his eye. However, besides his sister, there was another reason that made him pay special attention to Shang Rong recently.
A while ago, a friend brought in several hundred Mercedes-Benz cars, giving him two hundred, but he wanted cash—a considerable sum. Sun Xiaoning couldn't raise the money immediately, so he set his sights on Shang Rong. He knew Shang Rong had made a fortune in the stock market based on his information, although the petty scoundrel Shang Rong had told Lao Yang he'd only made a small profit. Sun Xiaoning estimated Shang Rong had earned at least nine figures. But how could he ask his future brother-in-law for such a large sum? He couldn't just rob him, especially considering Xiao Yu's connection. Just then, Shang Rong was arrested by the police.
Upon hearing this, Sun Xiaoning immediately instructed Lao Yang to investigate. Based on Lao Yang's feedback, Sun Xiaoning concluded the police lacked concrete evidence. He believed that regardless of Shang Rong's guilt, many people were eyeing his money. Since that was the case, why shouldn't he take it? Besides, what would a petty scoundrel need so much money for?
Sun Xiaoning spent the morning plotting in his office. He then instructed Lao Yang to call his sister in Beijing and tell her about Shang Rong's predicament. At the same time, he instructed Lao Yang to closely monitor Qi Shundong's movements and report back to him immediately. After finishing these tasks, Sun Xiaoning reclined leisurely in his executive chair, pondering how to broach the subject when he met his sister. However, he was already confident; he knew his sister too well. Sun Xiaoning imagined his sister's anxious expression, a smug smile appearing on his face, as if the money was already in his hands.

Chapter 40:
The exit of the Shuangzhulian mobile phone market was almost deserted. Zi Hui didn't see Sun Xiaoyu or anyone resembling her. Just as she was looking around, she heard someone behind her ask, "Excuse me, are you Lin Zihui?"
Zihui turned around and saw a stylish young man standing gracefully behind her. Although the young man was wearing sunglasses, Zihui immediately recognized him as Sun Xiaoyu. She scrutinized Sun Xiaoyu with a woman's discerning eye, and sighed inwardly, "No wonder Shang Rong went to such lengths to get his undercover agent into bed. This woman has a unique charm in both appearance and temperament. Not to mention her delicate, fair face and curvaceous figure, she lacks even that dashing and heroic air." Then she comforted
herself, "Sun Xiaoyu was a police officer after all. It's just a professional trait. Who can say which is better? It all comes down to a man's preference." Thinking this way, Zihui's initial amazement at Sun Xiaoyu gradually subsided.
"I'm Lin Zihui. Aren't you in Beijing? What brings you from Shanghai?"
Zihui asked, taking the suitcase from Xiaoyu.
"I went to Shanghai on some business. It's kind of you to come pick me up,"
Xiaoyu said politely, while also giving Shang Rong's ex-wife a once-over. She'd heard that Shang Rong's ex-wife was a beauty, and sure enough, she was quite attractive. Although she was in her thirties, her mature charm overshadowed any signs of age. No wonder people had designs on her; what man wouldn't be tempted by such a mature woman? It was a pity she hadn't controlled herself; otherwise, Shang Rong wouldn't have been so promiscuous.
"Come stay at my place, it'll be more convenient. I've prepared a room for you."
This was Zihui's honest opinion. She knew that if Xiaoyu stayed in a hotel, men would have second thoughts about her later. It was better to be open about it; she already had several men at home, so one more wouldn't make a difference.
Xiaoyu didn't respond to Zihui's enthusiastic invitation. After thinking for a moment, she said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay at Rong-ge's old house."
Zihui was taken aback by Xiaoyu's words. She knew nothing about the stories that had happened between Xiaoyu and Shang Rong at the old house, so she didn't understand why Xiaoyu would have this idea, but she didn't object. "Then let's go home and get the key first."
"No need, I have the key with me."
Xiaoyu's words surprised Zihui again. She even suspected that Xiaoyu often secretly ran back from Beijing to meet Shang Rong at the old house, otherwise why would she carry the key with her? Zihui opened her mouth but managed to control the urge to ask, only a pang of jealousy rose in her heart.
While Zi Hui went into the kitchen, Xiao Yu glanced around the room. The man's room was unchanged. The purple slippers she had worn were still in the shoe cabinet, as if waiting for their owner's return. The computer whose hard drive she had accessed was still there, in its usual spot. Looking into the bedroom, the same blankets and pillows were on the bed. Xiao Yu couldn't help but recall the blush-inducing things she and the man had done on this bed, clearly remembering every word he had whispered in her ear. Almost a year had passed. Had any other woman slept in this bed besides her?
"I boiled some water, you can wash up first,"
Zi Hui's voice sounded behind her. Xiao Yu was jolted awake from her reverie, her pretty face instantly flushing red. But she immediately returned to reality. The man was in prison.
“Sister Zihui,”
Xiaoyu said as she walked into the living room, “I know you must have been worried about Rong Ge. I want to know all the details about this.”
Perhaps it was Xiaoyu’s address of “Sister Zihui” that revealed the woman’s deep emotions, or perhaps it was the immense pressure she had endured over the past few days, but after hearing Xiaoyu’s words, Zihui couldn’t contain her grief and grievances. Her eyes stung, and tears streamed down her face, leaving her speechless with sobs. Xiaoyu seemed to understand Zihui’s feelings. She took the woman’s hand and gently sat her down on the sofa, letting her wipe away her tears. The room fell silent.
After a long while, Zihui seemed to realize her outburst. She smiled apologetically at Xiaoyu and said, “Actually… I don’t know anything… It all happened so suddenly… I still don’t know how he is inside…”
Her voice became sorrowful again, as if she was about to cry once more.
Influenced by Zi Hui's reaction, Xiao Yu's eyes also reddened slightly. She patted Zi Hui's shoulder and comforted her, "Sister Zi Hui, now is not the time to cry. Let's think of a solution together... There will always be a way. Tell me, what do you know?"
Zi Hui wiped away her tears and shook her head, saying, "I don't know what to do. He told me a few things before he left... Later, I contacted some other people. Oh, right, I sold his entertainment center..."
At this moment, Zi Hui felt her mind was in turmoil, just like the things she had done these past few days—she couldn't make heads or tails of them.
Hearing Zi Hui's rambling words, Xiao Yu understood. It seemed the man hadn't been on guard much before the incident, and Zi Hui hadn't been involved in those sensitive matters. In that case, among Shang Rong's women, she knew more about his shady dealings. Xiao Yu didn't know whether to feel happy or sad.
"What did Brother Rong tell you to do?"
Seeing that Zi Hui knew nothing, Xiao Yu didn't intend to discuss it further. She was just curious about what the man had told her at the last moment, and she felt she needed to know.
"Actually, it wasn't anything much. He asked me to call someone and tell him what happened... and also asked me to take care of a pregnant woman... and then there were business matters..."
Zi Hui said haltingly.
Xiao Yu felt a pang of disappointment after hearing Zi Hui's words. In her mind, the man would definitely have mentioned her at that moment. Didn't he think of her at all? Call someone? Who could be so important that the man would think of warning him first at that time?
"Who is that person?"
"Someone from the entertainment center before. I don't know exactly what they did. They were very mysterious... Xiao Yu... I... I think Brother Rong might really... those people with him don't seem like good people..."
Zi Hui recalled the scene when she met Pangolin that day, and this thought had already formed in her mind.
Xiao Yu was a former police officer. As soon as Zi Hui mentioned it, she knew that those people must be the man's shady henchmen, and she was certain that their hands were not clean. Otherwise, Shang Rong wouldn't have thought of warning them first.
“Sister Zihui, although we’ve never met, I know Rong-ge loves you very much. You must also know something about my situation. I think that at this time, we sisters should put everything else aside and focus on getting Rong-ge out. Once he’s out, everything will be much easier. Don’t you agree?”
Zihui thought to herself, “Do you think I want to argue with you? I don’t care whether a man loves me or not now. What good is it if he loves me while he’s in prison? I can’t wait for you to get him out.
” “Xiaoyu, you have no idea how I’ve been these past few days. Just tell me anything that will benefit Shang Rong.”
In this critical period, Zihui completely abandoned her pride. Normally, given her personality, she would have insisted on competing with Xiaoyu.
"Tell me in detail about the people you've been looking for these past few days. From today onwards, we'll divide the work. You focus on managing the business. With Rong Ge in this situation, countless eyes are watching the company. We can't just watch Rong Ge's hard-earned business go down the drain. As for Rong Ge's affairs, I'll handle them. We'll keep in touch and communicate, but don't tell anyone else I'm back."
Zi Hui naturally knew who Xiao Yu was referring to as "others," but she had no objection to Xiao Yu's arrangement. Given Qi Xiaoya's current state, the company definitely needed her personal supervision. Just as Xiao Yu said, at a time like this, it was hard to guarantee that no one would try to take advantage of her misfortune or betray her. Zi Hui grabbed Xiao Yu's hand excitedly and said, "Sister, I finally feel a sense of security now that you're back. Do as you say, just tell me what you need or what I need."
Xiao Yu felt a surge of relief when Zi Hui called her "sister," but she didn't show it on her face. She calmly said, "Alright, give me that person's phone number now. Only they know what happened to Brother Rong."

Chapter 41 Mysterious Disappearance
While Zi Hui and Xiao Yu were plotting to rescue their man, Qi Shundong was also preparing for Shang Rong's first interrogation. Although he didn't have high hopes for the outcome, he couldn't just go through the motions.
According to Qi Shundong, he originally planned to drag it out a bit longer because he felt Shang Rong hadn't been inside long enough, and his arrogance needed further suppression until he was exhausted before striking. Helplessly, ever since arresting Shang Rong, the pressure from all sides had left him distraught. Ordinary interference was one thing, but what baffled him most was that even Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee had sent his secretary to call and inquire about the matter. Ostensibly, it was out of concern for the case's progress, but the secretary's words, spoken by the man surnamed Han, had only one meaning: either produce evidence of Shang Rong's crimes, or release him. At the same time, he vaguely mentioned the relationship between Xiao Ya and Shang Rong, and seemed to know quite a bit about his family affairs, almost accusing him of using his position for personal revenge.
Furthermore, regarding Zhang Aijun's retirement, there was only talk and no action; Zhang Aijun was still clinging to his position as bureau chief, waiting to see him fail. Due to Zhang Aijun's obstruction, Zhang Lang's appointment as the head of the criminal investigation team had not yet been finalized, and Chen Guodong continued to control the team's work, preventing Zhang Lang from making any progress.
Thinking about all this, Qi Shundong felt both annoyed and somewhat discouraged. Originally, he planned to talk to Li Changnian, but then he thought that perhaps Li Changnian also had his own difficulties. The officialdom was inherently complex and rife with intrigue, and every matter involved various interests. Li Changnian might not necessarily be able to control the overall situation. Thinking this, Qi Shundong decided to take it one step at a time. He was determined that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would keep Shang Rong detained as long as possible, and certainly not let him get out too easily.
That afternoon, Qi Shundong was in Zhang Lang's office arranging the interrogation of Shang Rong when a detective rushed in.
Qi Shundong recognized the detective; his name was Wang Chen, Zhang Lang's former partner at the branch office, whom Qi Shundong had recently transferred to participate in the investigation of the Zheng Gang case.
Upon seeing Qi Shundong sitting there, Wang Chen felt embarrassed by his rudeness. He glanced at Zhang Lang, indicating that he had something to report. Zhang Lang glared at Wang Chen and said, "Spit it out! You're in such a hurry, has Zheng Gang been apprehended?"
Wang Chen smiled awkwardly and said, "The Chengnan branch just reported a missing person case, and we think..."
Zhang Lang interrupted Wang Chen impatiently, "You report this kind of case to the criminal investigation team? Don't we have anything better to do? Just let the branch handle it themselves."
Qi Shundong waved his hand at Zhang Lang and said, "Let him finish. They must have their reasons for reporting it."
He nodded to Wang Chen, signaling him to continue.
“Here’s what happened,”
Wang Chen hesitated for a moment before saying, “Two months ago, a man came to the Chengguan Police Station to report that his wife had gone out one afternoon and never returned. At the time, he thought she had run off to play again because of a fight, something like this had happened before. However, more than a month passed and his wife still hadn’t returned. And it was only then that he noticed that his wife hadn’t even taken a change of clothes. He realized something was wrong, so he came to the police station to report her missing.”
Zhang Lang interjected, “This missing person case isn’t anything special, so why did you report it to the criminal investigation team?”
Qi Shundong waved his hand at Zhang Lang again, pointed to a chair and said to Wang Chen, “Sit there and continue.”
After Wang Chen sat down, he continued, "The police station initially handled it as a regular missing person case. Until the day before yesterday, the man came to the police station again, saying his wife might have been murdered. Apparently, while cleaning out his wife's belongings at home, he found an agreement—an investment agreement his wife had secretly signed with someone else for a teahouse. The agreement stated that his wife had invested 100,000 yuan in the teahouse. The man went to the teahouse at the address on the agreement, but when he inquired, the owner knew nothing about it. It turned out the owner had also taken over the teahouse from someone else. Therefore, he concluded that his wife might have been murdered by his business partner."
Zhang Lang scoffed. “It’s absurd! Didn’t he realize his wife had run off with that business partner and taken the money?”
Wang Chen hurriedly said, “The officers at the police station also had this question, but the man said it was absolutely impossible because they have an 8-year-old daughter, and his wife loves her very much. She even promised to attend her daughter’s parent-teacher conference the next day when she left home. In addition, he found jewelry and several bankbooks that his wife had hidden at home, with more than 200,000 yuan in the bankbooks. He said his wife would never abandon their daughter and hundreds of thousands of yuan to run off with someone else.”
Qi Shundong stood up and paced back and forth a few steps, seemingly talking to himself, “It seems this woman is in grave danger.”
Then he said to Wang Chen, “Continue.”
“Because it might involve a murder case, the officers at the police station reported it to the branch bureau. Yesterday, the criminal investigation team from the branch bureau went to the teahouse and questioned the female owner. They also looked at the contract she signed with the previous owner. Although they didn’t find anything suspicious, the female owner’s identity intrigued them.”
At this point, Wang Chen seemed to pause to catch his breath, or perhaps he was deliberately keeping them in suspense.
Sure enough, Wang Chen saw Qi Shundong stop, and Zhang Lang also pricked up his ears. He then continued, "That female boss is called Gao Yan. She used to be a senior executive at Huiya Company. Many people know she's Shang Rong's mistress..."
"What?"
Zhang Lang exclaimed in surprise, then saw Qi Shundong frozen in place as if someone had struck an acupoint.
After a long while, Qi Shundong turned around, muttering to himself, "Shang Rong, Shang Rong, anything associated with him is bound to be bad."
Zhang Lang seemed to suddenly become energetic and ordered Wang Chen, "I need all the materials for this missing person case. Also, summon all the police officers involved in this case to the Municipal Bureau tomorrow. You go and do it yourself now!"
"What's that woman's background?"
Wang Chen was about to leave when Qi Shundong suddenly asked.
"She doesn't have any special background. She made some money in the south in her early years, and then married her current husband, who is a primary school teacher. According to him, his wife doesn't do anything productive except do pyramid schemes and dabble in stocks."
Wang Chen saw the bureau chief wave him off and leave.
Zhang Lang's excitement hadn't subsided yet. He was pacing around the room like Qi Shundong, muttering, "That's great, Shang Rong might never see the light of day again." But Qi Shundong didn't echo his enthusiasm. Instead, he sat down in a chair, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

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