The Lament of the Cuckold 1-526

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【The Lament of the Cuckold】(1-526)
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【Synopsis】

This book mainly tells the story of Chen Yiqing, the head of the Narcotics Enforcement Section of the Public Security Bureau of Dajiang City, Southwest Province. Because he has been fighting on the front line of narcotics enforcement for a long time, he spends very little time at home. Therefore, he feels a deep sense of guilt towards his wife Lu Jia and his 8-year-old son Xiao Peng, and tries his best to make amends. Lu Jia is a high-achieving graduate of the law department of a prestigious university and works as a clerk in the city's People's Court. She has a noble temperament, a tall figure, and a stunning appearance, but she is also a traditional woman who serves as a good wife to her husband. She always refuses entertainment invitations from colleagues and friends, thus earning the nickname "Cold Beauty". Because she and her lover spent little time together, she felt lonely, but she never imagined making
the first volume of "Thunderclap,

Part 1: A Hazy Day

." Early this morning, Lu Jia got up as usual to make breakfast, then woke Xiao Peng. After about an hour and a half of work, she was finally ready to leave. Lu Jia's eyelids twitched badly that morning; she felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen. To ease this feeling, she deliberately wore a light yellow cotton skirt, a white t-shirt, and a blue jacket, hoping to change her gloomy mood. She quickly dropped her child off at school. She then leisurely made her way to the courthouse. Since the school and her workplace weren't far, she arrived quickly. In the government office, the morning was work time. Lu Jia walked gracefully through the various offices, her high heels tapping rhythmically on the floor, creating a beautiful symphony that captivated the senses. Wherever she went, several men would occasionally cast intriguing, longing glances. From middle school to university, she was never short of suitors, from learned scholars to incredibly wealthy second-generation heirs, and even a prominent young man from Beijing with a powerful background. But she always held fast to her beliefs; she believed in her feelings, in love, and, most importantly, she had a definite standard: she had to fall deeply in love with this person. Chen Yiqing wasn't wealthy or from a powerful family, but he possessed extraordinary courage and a sharp, practical mind, his handsome, tall face radiating confidence. He came from an ordinary family; his father was a professor at a provincial university, and his mother was a doctor. Lu Jia's father was the deputy chief prosecutor of the municipal procuratorate, and her mother was a teacher. These two families were considered a good match. So, when Chen Yiqing and Lu Jia fell in love and married, both families were overjoyed and held a grand wedding. This made Lu Jia very happy, and she vowed that their love would last forever. Time slipped away in this hazy way, and before they knew it, it was lunchtime. Lu Jia had just finished her work and was about to go to the restaurant for lunch when she suddenly received a call from Li De, the vice president in charge. Lu Jia picked up the phone: "Hello, who is this?" Li De's voice came through the receiver: "This is Li De. Xiao Lu, come to my office immediately." He then hung up. Lu Jia gently put down the receiver, wondering why the vice president would call her out of his way. Was it personal? Official business? She couldn't figure it out, so she decided to stop thinking about it. She quickly arrived at Li De's office and gently knocked twice on the door: "Knock knock—" Li De's voice came from inside: "Come in." The door was gently opened, and a beautiful and charming young woman walked in through the crack. Li De, who was engrossed in his work and suddenly looked up, was startled. She was like a fairy descending to earth! But he quickly controlled his emotions. Lu Jia cautiously asked: "Hello, Dean Li, what can I do for you?"

Li De smiled and replied: "Xiao Lu, come, sit down and let's talk."

He gestured to the bow-shaped chair in front of his desk as he spoke. Seeing Lu Jia sit down, Li De continued, "Little Lu, what difficulties have you been facing lately? Is there anything I can help you with at work?" Lu Jia, unsure of what this man was thinking, simply answered perfunctorily. Li De noticed Lu Jia's distraction and, leering at her ample breasts, said, "Little Lu, go eat." Little Lu was confused, but Li De ultimately didn't voice his true thoughts; he planned to say them at a more appropriate time. The afternoon passed quickly with tedious banter. After picking up her child and returning home, Lu Jia's hazy day was over. But in the middle of the night, she received a mysterious phone call: "Miss, there's a package tomorrow. Please check it; it's a surprise!" The next

morning

, Lu Jia entered her office with unease and began to ponder at her seat. Just then, Xu Wang walked over and asked with concern, "Sister Jia, what's wrong? You seem restless."
Lu Jia seemed to be suddenly seen through, and a surge of irritation welled up inside her, but she quickly regained her usual amiable demeanor: "Nothing, the child is sick."

She then got up and walked out. Xu Wang watched this hard-working woman leave the office with sympathy. Actually, her colleagues generally knew a little about Lu Jia's situation. For her child, for her family, and even for her own life philosophy, she was constantly striving, playing the roles of both father and mother at home, and also managing the entire household outside. It was truly not easy. Lu Jia was just about to go to the restroom when she suddenly received a phone call: "Is this Lu Jia?" Lu Jia's heart skipped a beat: "Yes, who is this?" The other party replied, "I'm delivering a package. If it's convenient for you, could you please come to the courthouse entrance to sign for your package?"

Lu Jia's prediction was correct; the gift mentioned in the mysterious phone call last night had finally arrived. She quickly agreed, "Okay, please wait a moment, I'll be right down."

With that, she hung up and walked downstairs. Lu Jia's every move in the courthouse corridor was observed by a tall, thin man with binoculars in room 503 on the fifth floor of the Changsheng Hotel across the street. From the hotel room, Lu Jia's graceful figure, her full breasts pushing her clothes like mountains, her rounded and pert buttocks, exuded the charm of a mature woman. Although she was in a hurry, Lu Jia tried her best to maintain her composure. She was a rational person and didn't want to affect others because of her own affairs. At the same time, she was also a proud and strong-willed woman; she would never ask others for help if she could handle it herself. Soon, Lu Jia signed for the package, suppressed her emotional turmoil, and returned to her office seat after regaining her composure. Just then, Zhang Xiaoli, who worked in the same office, greeted her, "Sister, you're back?"

Lu Jia smiled and replied, "Yes." She then opened the package, which contained a note and a ring. The ring was clearly engraved with the words "Chen Yiqing." This was obviously her husband's wedding ring, but she didn't have time to think about it further. She then read the note: "To find out what happens next, please wait for a phone call." At that moment, Lu Jia felt a surge of unease. Clearly, this was related to her husband. The appearance of the ring suggested that something might have happened to him. The phone call and the package added to the mystery and anxiety—could it be a conspiracy? What did the other party want to achieve? Thinking about these things, her mind became chaotic. She felt she needed to find a quiet place to clear her head, so she asked her section chief, Sun An, for half a day off and left the office. When she arrived at Zhongshan Park in Dajiang City, her phone rang. She picked it up; it was an unfamiliar landline number. After hesitating for a moment, she answered, "Hello, who is this?"

A soft laugh came from the other end: "Mrs. Chen, hello. If you wish to learn about your husband's situation, please come to Baima Villa in the south of the city. Remember, come alone."

The other party then hung up. Lu Jia's thoughts were complicated, but she had to go see him—for both herself and her husband. Having made her decision and arranged things for the children, she called a car and headed to Baima Villa. (To be continued...)

After

arranging everything, Lu Jia quickly arrived at Baima Villa. The villa was magnificent, frequented by the wealthy and powerful. The architecture was palatial, with walls and pillars inlaid with gold, giving a sense of sacred satisfaction. This immediately made Lu Jia's heart leap into her throat. What kind of person was this? What was the background of this mysterious person? Lost in thought, she arrived at the villa's lobby. Just then, a beautiful young lady approached her, smiling, and said, "Hello, are you Miss Lu?"

Lu Jia replied, "Yes."

The woman said, "Miss Lu, a gentleman asked me to greet you here. Please follow me."

She then gestured for her to enter. Lu Jia followed the woman to a private room called "Double Lovers." With the woman clearing the way, Lu Jia easily passed the checks of several men in black and entered the room. Looking around, she saw only a young man in his thirties and an older man in his fifties. At this moment, the young man spoke: "Miss Lu, it's been a long time. Please sit."
His voice was deep and resonant, brooking no argument. Clearly, this man was someone of importance; his manner of speaking reflected his habits. Lu Jia, however, insisted on standing, worried that sitting down would overshadow her presence. Standing allowed her to maintain her confidence. Lu Jia felt she couldn't stay here any longer, so she cut to the chase: "What do you want with me? Why do you have my husband's ring?"

The young man smiled slightly: "Miss Lu, I've long admired you, and seeing you today, I can confirm your reputation is well-deserved, even surpassing it."

Lu Jia said impatiently: "Please get to the point. I have urgent business and don't have time to chat with you."
The young man maintained his standard smile, as if he wasn't in a hurry to eat his prey, and slowly said, "If you don't care about Chen Yiqing, then you can leave." The young man thought to himself, "

Everyone understands the art of playing hard to get, and she's no exception. But the proud Lu Jia, though impatient, calmed herself down, because she knew this was the only source of information she could get about her lover's situation. She had considered going to the police station, but that was impossible; those people would just rattle off officialese, and asking would be pointless. So she could only lower her voice and ask, 'What exactly do you want?'

The young man knew this woman understood the seriousness of the situation. Proud women have been coaxed too many times, so he had to try a different approach; that might be more effective. Seeing Lu Jia's tone soften, he felt he should press on, saying, 'Is the child out of school now? If you don't want your family to worry, you should call your parents directly and say you picked the child up yourself. That would be better.'

Hearing this, Lu Jia felt even more uneasy. Did these people really know so much about her? How could they know so much about her child? Was Xiao Peng safe?" These questions kept echoing in Lu Jia's mind. She was worried, she was assessing the situation. She knew nothing about the two men before her, yet she seemed so familiar to them. She was trying to think of a better way to handle the situation, firstly to stall for time and better gauge their intentions. So Lu Jia asked, "May I ask your surname? Why are you asking about my personal life?" The young man didn't answer Lu Jia's series of

questions

, but simply watched with a smile, as if admiring a work of art, a perfect work of art of human form. She had perfectly proportioned proportions, elegant movements, and a captivating expression. He himself seemed to be lingering on this stunning young woman. His contemplation didn't mean he was shutting himself off; he was also observing the atmosphere of the conversation. At this moment, the older man who had been silent finally spoke: "These questions of yours are not the key. Your husband is currently in a situation beyond his control; his identity has been exposed, and he is in danger, but his safety is currently guaranteed, so you can rest assured for now."

Lu Jia pondered the key points in his words: "beyond his control" and "temporarily safe." She needed to understand the whole story. So she said, "How can I believe what you're saying is true? And how do you know about my husband's situation?"

The older man said, "Of course, since Miss Lu has come all this way, we must show you some convincing evidence."

After saying this, he gave the younger man a wink, and the younger man took out a letter and a cassette tape, saying, "Miss Lu can look at this letter and listen to this tape."

Then he waved for someone at the door to bring a tape recorder. Lu Jia opened the letter and read it. It was a plea for help, and the handwriting was indeed Yi Qing's. There was no mistake; she had known him for so many years and knew his handwriting better than anyone. Then, Yi Qing's wails came from the tape recorder. He was being tortured and whipped. Others tried to get him to go to Myanmar, but he resolutely refused. They then threatened him with his parents, children, and even his own life, but he still refused. Then came the temptations: high-ranking positions, generous salaries, and beautiful women, but he remained unmoved. Lu Jia felt the floodgates of her emotions slowly opening. Tears seemed to well up in her beautiful eyes, but the strong-willed woman never showed her weakness to anyone. After finally listening to this touching conversation, Lu Jia composed herself and asked, "What happened to my husband? And who are you people?"

The young man said, "Your husband is our friend. We do business together, and it's a great partnership. But as the business grew, it provoked a strong backlash from our competitors, who kidnapped your husband and are forcing him to write us a letter for help, or to exchange you for him. Think about it, business is business, and you can always find another partner. We really can't find a good reason to rescue him, so we've come to discuss this with you, sister-in-law."

Lu Jia knew these people weren't benevolent; they definitely had something they were interested in. Although she didn't like these two men, and could even say she disliked them, she was also helpless because they were currently her only lead in knowing about her husband's situation. So she could only wait and
see

. "How do you want to discuss this?"

Lu Jia asked. The young man looked at the older man beside him, seemingly waiting for instructions. The older man gave him a wink and nodded. The young man then spoke, "Actually, our boss has long admired Miss Lu. He speaks highly of her personality, talent, appearance, and temperament. He hopes to become friends with Miss Lu so that he has a sufficient reason to rescue Mr. Chen."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jia understood the meaning of this "friendship." It was definitely not a friendship in the conventional sense; what kind of conspiracy was involved? Was she really that important? Offending her mortal enemy for a woman? It was illogical and not worthwhile—a losing proposition. Seeing Lu Jia remain silent, the young man continued, "Miss Lu isn't interested? But don't forget, this is your last straw to save your husband." At this point, the
older man spoke up, "It's alright, we can give Miss Lu time to consider. However, given Mr. Chen's dangerous situation, time cannot be wasted. We'll give you two days to consider."

After speaking, she waved towards the door, and a young man entered, gesturing for her to enter. Lu Jia felt helpless; she didn't know which way was which, or where she could seek help. But what those two men had said was undoubtedly a last resort. She needed time to sort things out. On the way back, she confirmed that her husband was in danger; those men claimed they could rescue him. But was he in their hands, or truly in the hands of their adversaries, as they claimed? She decided to first find out more from her husband's workplace, and then try seeking help from her best friend. After making her decision, she suddenly felt incredibly tired, realizing that the twitching in her eyelids these past two days had indeed come true. Her life had suddenly been thrown into turmoil. She thought of her child—the child was so young! What would happen to the child if something happened to her husband? His life would be forever altered, his personality, his studies, his career—everything would be changed. She thought of her kind in-laws, the grief of parents outliving their child. Suddenly, she felt resentment towards her husband. Why did he choose such a dangerous job? With their abilities and connections, a happy and high-quality life would be entirely within their reach. However, Chen Yiqing insisted on pursuing this career path for his own ideals. Although he had subtly expressed his guilt to himself more than once, he had no other choice. This was his selfishness; any other way of compensating could only soothe his growing sense of imbalance and ultimately could not solve the fundamental problem. Lu Jia was suffering. Her love with Chen Yiqing had been the driving force and support that kept her going. She was a woman who prioritized love; she wanted a perfect life. But today's events seemed to be a bad start, overturning the ideals and goals she had always held onto. Although she had a strong premonition, given her personality, she would definitely fight back and strive for it, not giving up even if it was just the last glimmer of hope. She knew she had to take action, plan ahead, and seize the initiative when danger struck, increasing her chances of success. The storm was brewing, and how would Lu Jia ultimately turn the tide through her efforts? Please stay tuned for more exciting content. The next day, Lu

Jia

arrived at the Municipal Public Security Bureau early in the morning. She had come specifically to see Director Zhang Yong, her husband's former boss and mentor, to learn about his work situation. However, she knew that given the current uncertainty, she couldn't reveal everything to Director Zhang. She needed to rely on her own judgment and analysis to grasp the entire situation. Having made up her mind, she didn't need to think further. Because the security guards and many officers at the Public Security Bureau knew Lu Jia, she easily arrived at Director Zhang's office and gently knocked on the door. With a "Come in," she walked to Zhang Yong's desk with a smile and sweetly said, "Director Zhang, hello. I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning."

Zhang Yong scrutinized the younger woman before him with his kind yet sharp eyes and, in his usual manner, said, "Please sit down."

He then added, "You've come here so early. Are you facing some difficulties? If you have any requests, you can raise them with the organization, and we'll try to find a solution."

Lu Jia had always respected and appreciated this elderly man who had experienced the baptism of war, and she was also deeply moved by her leader's concern for the details of her life. Looking at this kind old woman, it was as if she was being pulled back to the brutal and bloody scenes of the Vietnam War. Back then, Director Zhang was a squad leader. He was once tasked with a reconnaissance mission to ascertain the enemy's troop deployment. In an era when Vietnam was a nation of soldiers, such a reconnaissance mission was undoubtedly extremely dangerous. As it turned out, Director Zhang and his comrades were indeed discovered during the mission. Pursued by enemy militia and special agents, in order to complete the reconnaissance mission and deliver the crucial information back to headquarters intact, they used their wisdom to tenaciously maneuver and fight the enemy. After a fierce battle, only Director Zhang returned. This was Director Zhang's most glorious and also his most painful experience. Glorious because he completed the mission entrusted to him by his country, tragic because he lost a group of comrades-in-arms with whom he had shared life and death. Lu Jia decided to test Director Zhang's understanding of her husband's situation, so she asked, "Director Zhang, Yiqing isn't home right now. I'd like to know about his current situation."

Zhang Yong's heart skipped a beat. Did Lu Jia already know that Yiqing had lost contact with the organization? But he couldn't tell this strong yet pitiful younger woman. Instead, he comforted and reassured her, saying, "Little Lu, Yiqing is safe now. He's at work. Please trust the organization and believe in Yiqing's abilities. He will be fine and return to you safely."
Hearing Director Zhang's reply, Lu Jia became even more convinced that her husband was in trouble. However, she still didn't reveal that someone had contacted her to rescue Yiqing; she still needed to find other ways. Feeling that she was unlikely to learn more from Director Zhang, she simply got up to say goodbye: "Director Zhang, since that's the case, I'm relieved. I won't bother you any longer. I'll come to see you and Aunt Lu again next time."

After saying this, she stood up and gently shook hands with Zhang Yong. As they shook hands, Zhang Yong patted her hand meaningfully with his fatherly gesture, saying, "Little Lu, take good care of yourself and the child. Wait patiently for Yiqing's victorious return."
Lu Jia replied emotionally, "Yes, Director Zhang, goodbye."

"Goodbye,"

Zhang Yong nodded. It was already 10 a.m. when Lu Jia left the police station. She hailed a taxi at the entrance to head to her workplace, but little did she know that a mysterious black Buick was following her, and her phone had been tracked. The following plot is about to reach its climax. Welcome readers to follow along!

7. Visiting a Close Friend

In the afternoon, Lu Jia took half a day off to visit a close friend about Yi Qing's situation. She had to do everything she could to find a suitable way to rescue her husband. Her close friend was named Chen Ying, and she had a powerful background. Her father was the executive vice governor of a province, and her mother was the daughter of a national leader. With such a network of connections, she could reach the highest levels of society and indulge in all kinds of desires. She wouldn't have used this connection unless she had no other choice.

Chen Ying was overjoyed to see Lu Jia, and the two hugged each other: "Jia, I missed you so much! How have you been lately?"

Lu Jia hesitated slightly, then smiled and said, "It's alright, but there are so many trivial things to do at home. The children, and four elderly relatives to care for, so sometimes I feel overwhelmed."

Chen Ying felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, thinking of her former close friend who had enjoyed princess-like treatment and always lived in the spotlight, while now she was experiencing more of a housewife's life. The two sat down hand in hand, just like before. They talked about everything from fashion and skincare to gossip and work stress. But Chen Ying was a perceptive woman; she vaguely sensed that Lu Jia was about to reveal the purpose of her visit. However, being like sisters, Chen Ying took the initiative to ask, but to avoid embarrassing Lu Jia, she tactfully said, "Jia, actually, we women all have our own difficulties. It's good to talk about them; don't bear it all alone. It's for the sake of solving problems, and more importantly, for our health."

Lu Jia knew that Chen Ying had finally seen through her; after so many years of understanding, this wasn't surprising. "Ying, Yiqing..." "Something's happened, but I can't do anything about it. My abilities are limited, and I can't solve it. I'm anxious, but it's no use."

Chen Ying then asked, "Jia, don't panic. Tell me slowly, what exactly happened to Yiqing?"

Lu Jia said sadly, "It's probably because of a problem at work; she's been imprisoned by drug traffickers abroad."
Chen Ying said, "Oh, that's more troublesome and complicated. She's not in the country, and it's a criminal organization. We need to understand their background before we can make any further rescue arrangements. But, Jia, are you sure Yiqing is in trouble?"

"I actually came here to see if you have any other channels to help me investigate. First, to confirm Yiqing's current situation, and second, to find out their background so we can figure out a way to deal with them,"

Lu Jia said sadly.

Chen Ying agreed with Lu Jia's assessment and promised to do her best to help Lu Jia find Chen Yiqing's whereabouts. Because she had to pick up her child from school, Lu Jia didn't stay at Chen Ying's house long. They agreed to contact each other immediately if there was any new information and to keep their phones on 24 hours a day.

Eight Conspiracies

When the young man and the old man met Lu Jia that day, behind a screen in the inner room of the private room sat a short, stout, bald old man named Dasheng. He was the largest monopolist in the drug trafficking network of Southwest Province, possessing unfathomable connections with officials and familiarity with the underworld. He used to focus solely on drugs, but in recent years, he had adapted to changing trends, diversifying his business into real estate, tourism, pharmaceuticals, hotels, restaurants, and more, building a large-scale operation. He and Lu Jia had met once before. At that time, his Dasheng Group held a legal knowledge training lecture, inviting experts from the court, including Lu Jia. When Dasheng saw Lu Jia, he was immediately struck by her beauty, remembering her vividly. Her demeanor was cool yet alluring, her tone neither servile nor arrogant, her voice sweet and pleasant, her figure tall and slender, and most attractive of all, her full breasts and round, pert buttocks. Dasheng secretly resolved to possess her. Dasheng had an unspoken rule: there was nothing he couldn't get. This was a kind of conquest, and many other factors began to give way to this.

After Lu Jia left, the young man and the older man got up and went into the inner room. They approached Da Sheng and said, "Boss, this woman seems hesitant?"

Da Sheng replied, "That's normal. She needs to verify the information's authenticity; she wants someone she trusts to handle this. So, this is her last resort, but we're forcing her to take this difficult path. Go and tell Chen Ying to come here; I need to speak with her."

The young man agreed and turned to leave, while the older man asked疑惑地, "Boss, why go to all this trouble? She's a woman you could easily win over."

Da Sheng shook his head and said, "Zhi Xin, you don't understand. A beautiful and elegant woman requires appreciation; winning her heart is primary, physical appearance secondary."

Zhang Zhi Xin seemed to understand something and fell silent. About an hour later, Chen Ying arrived at the private room. That day, Chen Ying was wearing a yellow silk dress, flesh-colored stockings, and silver high heels. With her prominent bust and tall figure, she gently knocked twice on the door and waited quietly. Dasheng, seeing that Chen Ying had arrived, gestured for Zhang Zhixin to go out first. After Zhang Zhixin left, he closed the door behind him. At this moment, Chen Ying called out softly from the doorway, "Master, what can I do for you?"

Dasheng didn't speak, but beckoned to Chen Ying. Chen Ying walked with graceful steps, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the floor. From the sound of her footsteps, one could tell she was a highly cultured woman. Soon, Chen Ying stood before Dasheng, a smile on her face. Looking at the stunning beauty before him, no less beautiful than Lu Jia, Da Sheng casually touched Chen Ying's buttocks and said, "Are you wearing the lace lingerie I bought you last time?"

Chen Ying obediently replied, "Yes."

Da Sheng smiled slyly, his gaze moving towards Chen Ying's chest...

To find out what happens next, please continue reading this book, the excitement is endless...

Nine. Chen Ying's downfall

, following Da Sheng's gaze, seemed unsurprising, but Chen Ying didn't dare show the slightest displeasure under his malicious gaze. This was certainly inconsistent with Chen Ying's personality and strong woman image. To outsiders, given Chen Ying's family background, personal abilities, and even her extensive social circle, there was no reason for her to submit so completely to any man before her; it was very puzzling. But Chen Ying herself knew that no one could help her with this; she had to solve this problem herself. However, given her current abilities and circumstances, success was impossible, as precedent had proven. Back then, Chen Ying was full of vigor and ambition, her business expanding rapidly, even surpassing any other company in Southwest Province. Her Lijing Group was the most powerful conglomerate in Southwest China, and even ranked among the top in the country. Of course, this was partly due to her father's influence. Therefore, almost all foreign companies vied to cooperate with Lijing, as it was the only bridge to the Southwest market. While this was the consensus at the time, there was one exception: Dasheng Group. This clash of titans was bound to be a bloody battle. But Chen Ying didn't take Dasheng seriously. In her calculations, she had the advantage of timing, location, and people; wouldn't Dasheng Group's attempt to seize territory be suicidal? But she was wrong. The newcomer was not friendly. While Chen Ying could analyze others so simply, Dasheng had a different side. It wouldn't fight a battle piecemeal; it would attack the core of the business, using insidious tactics to force submission. Just like the Maginot Line that France used against Germany, a direct German attack wouldn't necessarily have been successful, but a roundabout attack rendered the Maginot Line useless. France's naiveté hastened its demise. The same applies to the Dasheng Group. Faced with the Lijing Group's formidable defenses, they could only find Lijing's weaknesses to deliver a fatal blow. Therefore, the Dasheng Group feigned negotiations with Lijing while simultaneously probing the backers behind the group. Through a strategy of feigning weakness followed by assertiveness, Lijing's backers were revealed: a ministerial-level official and Chen Ying's father, Chen Zhansheng, the vice-governor. Both were Chen Ying's maternal grandfather's prized students. With this information, Dasheng launched its frenzied offensive. First, it halted all negotiations with the Lijing Group, leaving Lijing bewildered and furious. Lijing's response was the same old routine: political pressure followed by legal action and economic threats. But for Dasheng, this was a familiar tactic, one they handled with ease. Dasheng knew he had to use his trump card to deal with a local power like Lijing Group. Without this person's high-pressure cooperation, he couldn't achieve a complete victory; at best, he could only manage a draw with Lijing. But that wasn't his style or his goal. He wanted to utterly destroy Lijing. There was another layer of consideration: he had met Chen Ying at a meeting with Lijing's top management. This woman inspired him to conquer; it was his nature to enjoy challenges, and he was even willing to sacrifice some interests to achieve this goal. Dasheng Group used people they had bribed at Lijing to begin gathering evidence against Chen Zhansheng and the ministerial-level official—a direct attack. Then, they would set a trap to frame him, making the false accusation seem real. At this point, Dasheng's powerful backer would step in and completely uproot Lijing Group. Before convicting Chen Zhansheng, Chen Ying approached Dasheng, which was exactly what Dasheng had expected. Chen Ying begged Da Sheng to spare her father's life, offering to give him the entire Lijing Group. However, Da Sheng remained unmoved. He wanted Chen Ying and the Lijing Group, but Chen Ying would still be in charge of its management. Da Sheng only assigned a few people to oversee finances, personnel, and supervision; he wouldn't interfere in anything else. After a week of agonizing over the tragedy, Chen Ying finally returned to Da Sheng's office. She wasn't one to easily admit defeat, but how could she face him? "

Still waters run deep,"

Chen Ying thought, filled with resentment. She was certain Da Sheng wouldn't let her off easily, but she was also somewhat surprised. With Da Sheng's power, what kind of woman couldn't he have? He could find even a Miss World if he wanted to. While she was considered beautiful, she wasn't worth such a huge investment from him. With a heavy heart, Chen Ying walked into Dasheng's office on the top floor of the most upscale office building in the southwestern provincial capital. When Chen Ying walked in, Dasheng had already been informed by his secretary, so he sat in his boss's chair with his back to the door, not bothering to look at Chen Ying. In his mind, Chen Ying had no choice now, and this was just the beginning. He wanted to pull out the nerve of resistance in Chen Ying's heart and make her submit to him completely. "

Dasheng, I can agree to your terms, but you have to promise me two things,"

Chen Ying tried to salvage some of her interests. "

Chen Ying, you have no right to negotiate with me. I never make any guarantees. If you haven't thought it through, please go back,"

Dasheng said defiantly. "

Don't think you can be so arrogant just because I have no other options. Before you die, I'll make you bleed a little and teach you the price of such arrogance,"

Chen Ying threatened fiercely, revealing her trump card. Dasheng was startled; this was completely unexpected. He needed to find out more about this beauty before making a move. So, he turned his chair to face Chen Ying, smiled, and said, "If I don't agree, how much pain do you want me to suffer?"

Chen Ying smiled but didn't answer, thinking to herself, "Is this old fox trying to get my hands on something?" But in reality, she had no trump cards; it was just a bluff. Why had the old fox changed his attitude so quickly? Did he also have something he was worried about? Seeing this, Da Sheng continued, "Alright, Miss Chen, what two things do you want me to guarantee? Is it to make you happy? Or to have a child for me?"

In the past, she would have reacted to such a provocative question, but now she was forced to comply, so she forced herself to answer, "First, guarantee my father's official position remains unchanged and hand over all his evidence. Second, I can have you, but I have absolute freedom."

Da Sheng listened and said, "There's one thing I can't agree to, everything else is fine. I'll keep the evidence myself; that's non-negotiable."

Chen Ying thought to herself, "I'll find the evidence slowly when I get closer to the old fox. My father's time is running out; once the case is closed, there will be no turning back. I must buy time." Da Sheng, of course, knew she had this concern. So she said, "Dasheng, why should I trust you?"

Dasheng replied, "Because I am Dasheng, and you have no bargaining power. I've already been merciful enough to you."
Chen Ying knew in her heart that this was probably the best outcome, and said helplessly, "Alright, I agree, but you must keep your word."

After hearing this, Dasheng thought to himself, Chen Ying has finally taken the first step. Given time, she will surely become my lamb. Dasheng was happy. It wasn't easy for Chen Ying to say those words. Considering his own plans for the Lijing Group, his forbearance and revenge, hadn't he considered Chen Ying's influence? Since she was a beauty, then let her serve me. Dasheng now began to carefully examine the prey before him. 168cm tall, with breasts so high they bulged through her shirt, perfectly proportioned, and a pert bottom—her entire internal structure was so perfect. Coupled with the black suit and skirt typical of a professional businesswoman, it immediately aroused Dasheng's lust. He began to plan how to begin with this capable woman. "

Miss Chen, come to my side first."

Dasheng said, his lower body immediately hardening. Chen Ying was extremely unwilling. The old fox in front of her was short and fat, with a large belly, and especially repulsive and disgusting, his teeth yellowed and uneven from smoking, and his hair half-bald. But she had no other choice; this was her only chance to save her father. Thinking this, she walked heavily towards Dasheng. To find out what happens next, please continue reading for the exciting developments.

The tragedy begins.

Dasheng walked step by step towards his prey, each tap of his high heels on the floor seeming to strike his heart. Dasheng was filled with excitement; he had been chasing... The allure was finally ready to be reeled in. As Chen Ying stood beside Dasheng with a helpless expression, Dasheng felt as if he were surrounded by flowers, enveloped in the exquisite scent of perfume—a truly blissful feeling. Chen Ying was disgusted by the old fox's demeanor, but she couldn't understand the sense of conquest Dasheng was enjoying. At that moment, a hand began to touch the skin of her calf, even through the flesh-colored stockings. She could still feel the dry, calloused hand. Chen Ying was startled and instinctively took a step back, avoiding the despicable, lewd hand. Seeing this, Dasheng gave her a disapproving look and said, "Do you understand your role now? Come here, smile, and sit on the desk."

Chen Ying was incredulous, wondering what the old fox wanted to do. How indecent would it be if she sat there? Wearing a suit and skirt, sitting there would make her look like a harlot. Seeing that Chen Ying didn't move, Dasheng thought that if he didn't first shatter the self-esteem of such a once noble and powerful woman, he wouldn't be able to enjoy her later. Then he threatened, "Miss Chen, you can go back now and wait to see your father off in his final moments. I'm not going."
Dasheng was using a feigned retreat as a tactic of coercion. He knew Chen Ying couldn't leave, so he deliberately raised the volume of the phrase "see him off in his final moments." Sure enough, Chen Ying apologized and sat down in front of Dasheng, but kept her legs together, trying her best to maintain a semblance of feminine shyness. At this moment, Chen Ying's eyes were brimming with tears, but she held them back, not wanting this old fox to see the vulnerability in her heart. "

Unbutton your shirt,"

Dasheng continued. "

No,"

Chen Ying made a final resistance, though she knew it was futile. "

I won't repeat myself,"

Dasheng said, his tone leaving no room for argument. In despair, Chen Ying reached for her breasts, the first button. Dasheng felt a surge of desire and excitement as he slowly unveiled this beauty's veil. Though she resisted, it suited his taste perfectly; challenging prey was always the most tempting. Chen Ying finally unbuttoned all the buttons. Dasheng was overjoyed, though he didn't show it, but his burning gaze betrayed him. Seeing the exquisite beauty before him with such a perfect figure, he began to feel that his efforts were worthwhile. Her delicate, fair skin, accentuated by white lace... "Those high, firm breasts are certainly well-endowed," Da Sheng thought to himself, especially since there wasn't a single ounce of belly fat, and his waist was as slender as a water snake. But when he saw the top of his short skirt still tied around his waist, he frowned and reached out his dry, old hand to pull down the zipper. Seeing this, Chen Ying quickly grabbed his hand to stop him, but facing the threatening glare in front of her, her hand involuntarily loosened and moved back. At the same time, she looked away, trying to avoid looking, even though she couldn't stop him, to lessen the disgust and pressure in her heart. She felt his hand gently stroke her stomach, then move to the zipper on the side of her skirt. The zipper slowly slid down, and Chen Ying's heart tightened more and more. This was the first time she had felt such a urge to pull down the skirt. Unexpectedly forced, how heartbroken her father would be if he knew he had been humiliated like this? Her heart was breaking; her hands were growing cold. Her emotions were utterly unable to bear this scene, but her reason told her she had to accept it. As an adult, years of experience in the political and business worlds had taught her that reason triumphed over emotion. At this moment, the experienced hand began to move downwards... (The next section is even more exciting, please stay tuned for

the cries of the twelve strong women

.) As Dasheng became increasingly audacious, Chen Ying was utterly helpless. But her endurance was painful. Moreover, his lecherous hand had already moved to her private parts, gently teasing her pubic hair and tenderly touching the entrance to her private area. Even through her lace panties, a long-absent pleasure quickly spread through her nerves... Reaching her climax, Chen Ying suppressed her excitement to avoid further provoking the old fox's lewdness, hoping he would end it all soon. But Dasheng seemed unwilling to stop; instead, his actions became even rougher. Facing Chen Ying's strong, independent nature, he wanted her to be completely subjugated, reduced to his sex slave and tool. Her restrained demeanor and expression actually fueled Dasheng's desire to conquer. At this moment, his lewd hand slowly began to pull down her white panties, laughing as he said, "Miss Chen, you like cartoon panties, huh?"

Chen Ying knew he was mocking her, but simply snorted and resolutely ignored him. Seeing that Chen Ying didn't react, Dasheng decided to increase his intensity, rubbing back and forth at the sensitive spot at the entrance of her private parts with gentle, varying pressure, but without penetrating. Her naturally sensitive skin, like parched land long deprived of rain, struggled to maintain her remaining dignity when faced with such a diligent laborer. As more and more fluid flowed out, Chen Ying's inner emptiness intensified; she began to crave his penetration, to fill the boundless abyss below. Her rationality was being slowly consumed by herself. This man was too cunning; he was splitting her consciousness. As the pleasure intensified, Chen Ying's consciousness began to blur, and she unconsciously uttered a muffled "Mmm." Da Sheng knew his efforts were having an effect. Suddenly, his lewd hands stopped moving, and at the same time, he brought his ugly mouth to kiss Chen Ying. Chen Ying frowned, and a foul breath lingered on her beautiful cherry lips. She was forced to raise her hand to wipe it. Da Sheng sat back in his office chair. He said, "Now take off your shirt, turn your back to me, and put your hands on the desk."

Chen Ying seemed still somewhat dazed from her earlier confusion. Though a hint of resentment lingered in her eyes, she slowly pulled her shirt down. She felt the hateful, ugly man in front of her was ogling her, and she had nowhere to hide. Da Sheng's eyes burned with rage. Her firm breasts, accentuated by her bra, were finally in the public eye, and the sense of loss from hiding behind her clothes should have lessened. Seeing the old fox staring intently at her chest, Chen Ying instinctively covered herself with her hands. Da Sheng, seeing this, shouted, "What are you doing? Put your hands down, are you trying to cover yourself? Take off your bra too, I want to see and touch as much as I want, you ungrateful bastard!"

Seeing Chen Ying still hesitating, he pressed on, "Hurry up, you bastard."

Chen Ying, tears welling in her eyes, reached behind her back and unhooked the blouse. Her breasts were suddenly released, bouncing forward slightly. Da Sheng noticed this subtle change and was overjoyed. He swiftly reached out and caressed her tender breasts, exclaiming, "What a beautiful little rabbit, Miss Chen. Thank you for letting me admire this work of art you've collected for so many years."

The old fox's words pierced Chen Ying's heart like needles; her heart was bleeding, but her father was her only source of strength. She had to be strong. What did this humiliation matter? Revenge is a dish best served cold. "Old fox, let's see who laughs last. I'll make you pay tenfold for what you've done today," Chen Ying thought maliciously. Dasheng's actions didn't lessen. His lewd hand groped through the skirt, teasingly saying, "Miss Chen, what's wrapped inside your skirt? I want to see, hehe."

To find out what happens next, please continue reading. Dasheng began to circle the hem of the skirt with his trembling lewd hand, sighing, "What an alluring private territory! Now I'm about to explore it myself. Miss Chen, what wonders await inside?"

Chen Ying closed her eyes, unable to accept her current situation. She was naked from the waist up, her skirt being violated by a repulsive old man. " Miss Chen, you're so wet down there, aren't you craving sex?" Dasheng teased unabashedly. Chen Ying's face burned, but she couldn't control herself; she really did want it, and her physical reaction made her feel utterly ashamed. This old fox wasn't wrong; she was indeed burning with desire. Dasheng's hands pressed lightly and heavily against her vulva, making her body even more sensitive, causing her to gush profusely. She began to moan "oh" and "ah" intentionally or unintentionally. Chen Ying's reaction delighted Dasheng; his prey had finally become aroused. He lifted Chen Ying's skirt and tucked it around her waist. Then he stood up, grabbing her and squeezing her repeatedly, while his lower body rubbed against her upturned buttocks. Such skill and force would turn even the most indifferent woman into a passionate fire. Chen Ying began to abandon her rationality, her buttocks swaying to meet Dasheng's friction. Her juices flowed down her long legs, sliding all the way to her high heels. Dasheng dipped his finger in some saliva and held it to Chen Ying's lips, grinning maliciously. "Come on," he said , "taste the fruits of our labor." Chen Ying frowned and turned her head away, but Dasheng didn't seem to want to miss this opportunity to humiliate her. He forced his finger into her mouth and continued, "Miss Chen, does it taste good? This is what we worked so hard for, haha." As Chen Ying's moans grew more frequent, Dasheng thought the time was right. He quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his large, dark penis. But for someone as experienced as him, he didn't rush in. Instead, he teased her by rubbing his penis in a circular motion around her entrance, waiting for the perfect moment. Chen Ying's desire burned ever brighter. Her buttocks writhed, and she involuntarily thrust back whenever she felt the touch, her endurance reaching its peak. " Want it?" Dasheng said lewdly. He then thrust his thick, engorged member inside. Chen Ying responded with a deep "Oh." Dasheng accelerated, the initial lubrication making the inside incredibly slippery. In that warm haven, this ugly man was igniting a fiery passion, engulfing the sea of love between beauty and the beast. The constant thrusting of this member made Chen Ying's flower bud feel like it was in heaven, a tingling sensation that made her feel like she was in a blissful trance. She was completely immersed in this long-awaited union, her moans growing increasingly frantic. Dasheng thrust back and forth two hundred times with all his might, finally ejaculating with a "Ah!" as his hot semen shot out, ending their first encounter. Chen Ying collapsed onto the desk, panting heavily, while Dasheng slumped in his executive chair, his bald head tilted back, utterly satisfied. But time flies, and more than a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Ying still hasn't found a suitable opportunity, so she has been enduring the old fox's dominance. Now, as Chen Ying is giving in to the old fox, her phone suddenly rings. To find out what happens next, please continue to follow along and leave comments. 14 Opportunities While Chen Ying is working hard, this phone call is like a savior. However, due to Da Sheng's long-standing tyranny, she doesn't answer the phone immediately. Instead, she slightly raises her head to look at Da Sheng. Although Da Sheng looks displeased, he still impatiently points to the phone, indicating that Chen Ying should answer it. Chen Ying picks up the phone and presses the answer button. Lu Jia's voice comes from the other end, but because Da Sheng is present, she deliberately answers and hangs up. She turns back to work on Da Sheng. After three hours of intense work, both of them are covered in sweat. Da Sheng lies on the bed, completely satisfied, while Chen Ying makes an excuse and goes home. As soon as she stepped out the door, she called Lu Jia: "Jia, sorry, I was in a meeting. I know you wanted to see me. Come to my house tomorrow, and we can talk in person." Lu Jia said, "Okay, I'll come see you tomorrow. I'm cooking for the kids right now, so we can discuss it in detail tomorrow." She hung up. After the call, Chen Ying vaguely sensed this was an opportunity. Perhaps she could consider cooperating with Lu Jia for two reasons: Lu Jia was someone she knew well and trusted. Lu Jia had connections at the grassroots level that could compensate for her shortcomings and complement her. Considering these factors, she decided to probe Lu Jia's purpose in contacting her first. Driving home, with neon lights flashing by and skyscrapers rushing past, she opened the sunroof, letting in a refreshing breeze. But her lower body was still hot; the old fox's semen was still inside her. He never used a condom, a fact that troubled Chen Ying greatly. With her mood improved, she sped up and soon arrived home. She went straight to the bathroom, determined to wash away all the filth left by the old fox. She wanted to be fresh-faced and plan her counterattack against Dasheng. She wouldn't silently endure the grievances of the past year. After showering, she collapsed onto the Mengsi sponge bed and slept until she naturally woke up. This was exhaustion; the torment Dasheng had caused her overwork over this period was unbearable. Of course, Lu Jia couldn't possibly know her current situation, but she knew Lu Jia had met with Dasheng's people, so Lu Jia had likely come to her for help regarding her husband's matter. Chen Ying also worried whether Dasheng was also targeting Lu Jia. If so, Lu Jia's situation was even more dangerous. Lu Jia was different from her; Lu Jia had a stronger personality and wouldn't yield to those who forced her. But what was frightening was that Lu Jia had her own family (children and husband), which was her weakness. Dasheng couldn't ignore this weakness; he would seize upon it relentlessly. The old fox was a cunning person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. That was how she and the Lijing Group had been defeated back then. This is something that's hard to guard against; it can't be said outright, but at the same time, Lu Jia needs to be reminded to pay attention to the child's safety. Lu Jia's arrival came quickly, leading to the scene described earlier. After the meeting, Chen Ying sensed that Lu Jia wanted her help but was also wary. She fell into deep thought: how could she and Lu Jia work together seamlessly to generate greater power? Therefore, she decided to find a middleman whom both of them trusted, who also had a grudge against Dasheng. She planned to go at night to avoid attracting attention. (Friends, don't forget to leave a comment and like this post! Thank you for supporting Fifteen Middlemen!)

In the glittering night of the metropolis, people vented the pent-up frustrations of the day in various places—singing, dancing, eating, and drinking—all expressing their feelings through their actions. Chen Ying would have been one of them, as usual, but tonight she was meeting an important figure—someone who might help her clear away the fog before her eyes and build her own resistance against the Dasheng Group. In the breezy late night, Chen Ying and Ouyang Chun met in a quiet park; their meeting had to be discreet. Why did she choose Ouyang Chun? First, she had known him for a long time; he was upright, decisive, and had considerable courage. Second, he was her father's old subordinate, having received his patronage and now serving as the deputy mayor. Third, Ouyang Chun's lover was also being taken advantage of by Dasheng, who threatened him against divorce. His wife, Xu Yu, had gradually gone from resisting to accepting it and even actively offering herself, which only fueled Ouyang Chun's hatred for Dasheng, this monster. "
Brother Ouyang, hello. I wanted to ask you out today to discuss something,"

Chen Ying said hesitantly. "

Xiao Ying, just say what it is,"

Ouyang Chun said earnestly, looking at Chen Ying. "

How are your wife and child doing lately?"

Chen Ying thought it best to sound them out first. "

Ahem! Actually, you know I'm willing but unable right now. Dasheng's power is so strong, and your wife's heart isn't at home anymore. If I have the chance, I will definitely tear that devil Dasheng to pieces."
Ouyang Chun's expression changed from helplessness to anger. Chen Ying saw all this and advised, "Brother, I understand what you mean, but a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. We need to wait and seize the opportunity to deliver the final blow to Dasheng. What do you say?"

"But Dasheng's power is so great, he can control everything. How easy is it to bring him down?"

Ouyang Chun said blankly. Chen Ying felt the time was right and followed up, saying, "There is an opportunity. If a good opportunity comes along now, are you willing to seize it?"

Ouyang Chun raised an eyebrow and pressed, "What opportunity? As long as you need my help, I will do everything in my power to assist you, even if it means my death."

Seeing Ouyang Chun's rambling expression of loyalty, and sensing that his hatred for Dasheng had penetrated to the bone, Chen Ying felt even more confident in her plan. So she decided to have a frank conversation with Ouyang Chun. "

Brother, it's like this. From what I understand, Lu Jia's lover, Chen Yiqing, is in Dasheng's hands. If I'm not mistaken, Lu Jia is Dasheng's next target. I plan to team up with her to deal with Dasheng. Of the three of us, I'll be inside Dasheng, you'll be in a high-level position outside, and Lu Jia will use her extensive network of middle and lower-level connections to form a powerful triangle against the Dasheng Group. This way, we can pose a threat to Dasheng and seize the opportunity to bring them down in one fell swoop."
Chen Ying presented her plan eloquently. Ouyang Chun listened, nodding heavily. He was pleased, because it was a feasible plan. He then asked suspiciously, "Xiao Ying, is this the reason you called me here tonight?"

Chen Ying replied, "That's only one aspect. There's another important matter. " "I need you to handle this, brother."
Ouyang Chun said, "Go ahead, as long as I can do it."

Chen Ying smiled and said, "Given your relationship with Lu Jia, it's not like you can't do it."

Then she said seriously, "Go and meet with Lu Jia, explain the pros and cons, and then arrange a time for the three of us to meet and discuss our strategy."

Ouyang Chun replied, "Okay, I'll contact you when the time is right."

Chen Ying saw that it was almost time, and if she stayed any longer, Da Sheng might become suspicious if he couldn't find her, so she said, "Brother, how about we call it a day for tonight? It's getting late, shall we head back?"

Ouyang Chun looked at his watch and felt that it was indeed time to go back, saying, "Okay, Xiao Ying, be careful on the road."
After saying that, they got into their cars and headed back, and it was already two in the morning. Dear readers, please pay more attention and leave more comments. This is our territory for communication.

Sixteen Li De's rudeness

Lu Jia's heart was not at peace during this period, worrying about Yi Qing's safety and considering the degree of danger and the direction of development of the matter. Early this morning, Lu Jia was still absent-minded. She was reflecting on her efforts over the past few days, the immense pressure she had felt. Any other woman with a slightly weaker heart would have collapsed long ago, but Lu Jia hadn't. Her unwavering strength showed that she wouldn't be easily defeated. Just then, the phone rang, pulling her back to reality. Picking up the phone, she heard the voice of Vice Dean Li De on the other end: "Xiao Lu, come to my office for a moment."

Lu Jia agreed and got up to walk towards Li De's office on the third floor. She arrived at the vice dean's office door shortly after. The door was ajar, and Li De was reviewing documents. Hearing the knock, he didn't even look up: "Come in."
Lu Jia dragged her weary steps forward. As the melodious, elegant footsteps grew closer, Li De glanced up slightly, saw it was Lu Jia, and immediately smiled, standing up and extending his large right hand in a gesture of invitation to sit. For a leader to a subordinate, such a gesture was indeed rare and precious. But in Lu Jia's view, Li De's behavior was a bit too exaggerated. Knowing Li De's nature, he always liked pomp and circumstance, and constantly acted like a leader. For such a person to act this way towards her seemed unusual. Lu Jia pondered this, while also becoming more wary. After sitting down, Li De said, "Little Lu, your work enthusiasm has been a bit low lately. Is there any difficulty? If so, you can tell the institute, and they'll try to find a solution for you."
Lu Jia didn't have a good impression of Li De, and now that he kept calling her over every few days, she felt even more annoyed. But because he was her leader, she had no choice. "

No."

Lu Jia said directly. " Then why have you been acting so unwell

lately? " Lu Jia sat facing Li De, or rather, facing the intense lecherous glint in his eyes, which made her very uncomfortable. Besides, Li De always talked about things unrelated to work when he approached her. She decided to change the subject and leave. " Dean Li, do you have any work-related instructions? I have a lot of work to do outside." Lu Jia cut to the chase. Li De found it boring, stood up, and said, "Little Lu, although you are very busy with work and life, you must remain calm. There is time in your work..." "There are many opportunities for you young people to seize." As he spoke, he walked over to Lu Jia, but Lu didn't pay any attention and casually replied, "Yes, thank you for your concern, leader. I will strive to improve my personal qualities to better complete my work." Li De stood behind Lu Jia and stopped moving, enjoying the elegant fragrance emanating from her, a scent he had always dreamed of. At this moment, Li De seemed to have forgotten that he was in the office. His hand slowly rested on Lu Jia's shoulder. "What do you want to do?" Lu Jia stood up abruptly. She couldn't believe that a leader of the unit could be so rude in the office. But Li De didn't back down in fear. Instead, he quickly moved forward and hugged Lu Jia when she wasn't paying attention, saying repeatedly, "Little Lu, I like you so much. As long as you do as I say, you can have whatever you want in the court." Li De wasn't wrong. He had the backing of his brother, the deputy secretary of the provincial political and legal committee. Even the president of the court had to give him some leeway. In addition, he was a petty person who held grudges, and most people didn't want to offend him over trivial matters. Therefore, many people in the unit dared not speak out against him. Lu Jia struggled desperately and threatened, "Let go of me, or I'll scream!"

Li De ignored her pleas and, in the chaos, placed his large hand on Lu Jia's ample breasts, squeezing them relentlessly. In anger and terror, Lu Jia raised her right foot and stomped on Li De's right foot, letting out a muffled cry of "Ah!" as his lecherous hand was forced to release the soft, forbidden area. Grabbing her head with both hands, she hopped several times on her left leg alone. Lu Jia seized the opportunity to run out of Li De's office. She walked back to her office, her heart filled with a mixture of grievance and anger. Li De, meanwhile, lingered on the scene with regret, thinking that he had almost ignited the fire, but she had extinguished it—what a pity. He secretly made a resolution: "Lu Jia, I will make you do what I want willingly."

Eighteenth Meeting

: Shortly after Lu Jia returned to her office and sat down, her phone rang. The song she loved most always brought her some comfort. Ouyang Chun's voice came from the other end: "Hello, Lu Jia, how busy have you been lately?"
Lu Jia tried her best to hide her current mood and replied, "Not bad, how about you?"

Ouyang Chun said, "We haven't gotten together in a long time. Do you have time after work?"

"Sure, I'll contact you after work."

Lu Jia readily agreed. Finally, it was time to leave work. Lu Jia took out her phone and dialed Ouyang Chun's number. After a short while, the phone was answered: "Lu Jia, are you off work? I might be a little while longer. Why don't you go to the Yajingyuan Cafe on Shengli Road first? I'll come over as soon as I'm done."

Ouyang Chun hung up the phone hurriedly after speaking, as if she had something urgent to deal with. Lu Jia didn't want to think about these trivial matters anymore. Recently, she had been dealing with one thing after another, which left her somewhat exhausted and overwhelmed! She walked alone down the street, watching the cars move by and observing the hurried figures of people. She couldn't help but sigh, "Life is so unpredictable. If only there were a Shangri-La in this world!" Since Ya Jing Yuan wasn't far from the courthouse, perhaps out of consideration for her convenience, Lu Jia quickly arrived at the coffee shop he had indicated. She then asked for a seat with a good view and quietly waited for Ouyang Chun's arrival. Ouyang Chun and she had known each other for many years. Before Lu Jia's marriage, they had mutual feelings, but unfortunately, Ouyang Chun was more focused on his career and had little time for romance. Therefore, Chen Yiqing won Lu Jia's heart. Ouyang Chun learned of all this later, and although he felt regret, he also offered his heartfelt blessings. Lu Jia waited in the coffee shop for about twenty minutes before Ouyang Chun's weary figure finally came into view. His tired appearance made her feel a pang of sadness. This man, though exceptionally capable, struggled to integrate into other people's circles and factions, his career stagnating and even showing signs of decline. "

Oh, Lu Jia, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Ouyang Chun said with his usual politeness. Lu Jia understandingly replied, "It's alright, work comes first." "
Are you tired?"

Lu Jia asked with concern. Ouyang Chun rubbed his face and said, "A little, I've had a lot of troublesome things lately." Facing Ouyang Chun, all the warmth of the past and the recent helplessness and fear surged forth. This friend of many years was still so gentle and considerate. Was this man, who had almost become her life partner, happy now? She could almost see a hint of sorrow on his slightly haggard face. Could he also have unspeakable troubles like hers? " Xiaojia, I know you're in trouble. I feel the same way you do, very sad. I hope you can overcome this difficult time soon and embrace your new happiness," Ouyang Chun said, revealing the purpose of their meeting. Lu Jia was clearly surprised by Ouyang Chun's words, staring at him intently. She didn't know what to say, nor did she understand Ouyang Chun's intentions. She couldn't trust anyone right now, not even her family. How did this close friend know? Currently, only she and Chen Ying knew about Yi Qing's situation. If Chen Ying hadn't told him, then...? Jia really didn't want to think further, unable to connect Ouyang Chun with those devils. Ouyang Chun continued, "Jia, my intention in talking to you about this is good. I just want to use my own strength to help you out of this predicament. Of course, Chen Ying thinks the same way, so we're sharing our thoughts with you. After all, one person's strength is limited, don't you think?" Hearing Ouyang Chun say this, the fog in her heart cleared, letting in sunlight. She realized she wasn't alone; true friendship is revealed in times of trouble. Thinking of her torment over this period, tears welled up in her eyes. Ouyang Chun continued, "Jia, I'm just communicating with you now. You don't need to give an answer; think it over carefully. But I've talked to Chen Ying, and we hope you can join us in getting out of this predicament. Chen Ying is currently facing difficulties and it's inconvenient for her to act. We are the two people she trusts and can rely on the most." Hearing this, Lu Jia was shocked. Wasn't Chen Ying perfectly fine? How could she be facing a problem she couldn't solve? Startled, she asked, "What happened to Chen Ying? I just saw her a while ago, and she was perfectly fine." Ouyang Chun comforted her, saying, "Chen Ying's problem is somewhat related to the difficulties you're facing. Her current opponent is beyond her reach; she can only fight back by uniting with other forces." She hadn't expected her opponent to be so powerful, seemingly an endless, unfathomable net, leaving her only with despair. Lu Jia's thoughts were beginning to lean towards uniting Ouyang Chun and Chen Ying, but she hadn't made a final decision. She needed to determine if Ouyang Chun's words were true, and she needed to figure out the origins of this group before deciding on her final course of action. Seeing that Lu Jia wasn't ready to make a decision immediately, and seemed to have some reservations, Ouyang Chun thought it best to give her more time to consider. After all, this wasn't a matter that could be resolved quickly; it was a long and arduous process. So, Ouyang Chun changed the subject, making some lighthearted conversation to ease the tension between them. Time passed quickly. After a polite hug goodbye, Lu Jia returned home. Her child was at her grandfather's house that day. Lu Jia had been feeling a bit unsettled lately, but she didn't want to disturb her child, so she gave herself some alone time. Once home, looking exhausted, she planned to take a shower to wash away the fatigue. Just then, the annoying phone rang. Thinking it was her father calling, she answered listlessly. Unexpectedly, a strange voice came from the other end: "Miss Lu Jia, it's been a long time. Missing your husband? Let me let you hear his voice." Then, Chen Yiqing's familiar voice came through the phone. "Dear readers, Cangqiong Tianya is back! I will accompany you all to the end of this book. Thank you for your attention." Holding the receiver, Lu Jia's heart clenched. What was the other person doing? What was their purpose? But regardless, her husband's voice still made it impossible for her to refuse. Filled with longing and questions, she waited quietly. At that moment, a weak voice came from the other end of the microphone: "You bunch of bastards, kill me if you dare!" Lu Jia recognized the voice; it was her husband's familiar voice, filled with a resolute and righteous spirit, indicating Yi Qing's perilous situation. Faced with this situation, the usually composed Lu Jia couldn't help but shout into the microphone, "Qing, what's wrong? It's me, Jia! What's wrong?" But the other end continued talking, clearly it was just a recording. Yi Qing continued, "A real man takes responsibility for his actions. Don't touch my family, come at me alone if you dare." Lu Jia knew this was her husband's character—responsible, dependable, a true man. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen in love with him so unconditionally; he was worth her lifelong commitment. Yi Qing's weak voice continued, "You won't get what you want from me, haha, just wait for the law to punish you."

Yi Qing was likely being tortured; he had secrets his captors wanted to know, and his captors were criminals. This information brought Lu Jia a slight respite from her extreme worry for her lover. At least Yi Qing wasn't in immediate danger, giving her some time to rescue him. Lost in anxious thought, a strange voice came from the other end of the line: "Ms. Lu, did you hear that? This is your lover, Chen Yi Qing. He ruined our plans, causing us heavy losses. This is the first step in paying the price. And if you want him safely back by your side, you must first help us recover our losses. As for how to recover the losses, someone will contact you later."

The voice trailed off, and the phone went dead. Lu Jia suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. What did the other party want? What could she offer them? For her lover, for her child, she would do anything to save him. She felt she couldn't achieve this alone, so she decided to cooperate with Ouyang Chun and Chen Ying. After all, they had known each other for many years, and their character and their close relationship made them highly trustworthy. Only by consolidating one's own strength can one contend with the opponent, who is a vast net. Worried about her lover, Lu Jia couldn't sleep that night. The next morning, the weather was gloomy and rainy—another unpleasant day. She quickly put on some light makeup and rushed to work. At the office entrance, she ran into Li De, a man she utterly loathed; his inappropriate advances in the office were still fresh in her mind. But out of respect for being both a colleague and a superior, she forced a smile and greeted him, "Good morning, Dean Li."

Li De nodded and replied, "Hello, your smile today is quite a contrast to the weather, isn't it? Hehe."
Lu Jia felt disgusted, only smiling without replying, and walked straight to her office. Her colleagues were all busy...

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