[Urban] Desire to Heal the World (Complete) - 22

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Conspiracy

Zhang Zhijie lost the love of his life one morning, but a month later, he also lost his official position.

Did Lu Na tell her father and grandfather about his mistreatment of her? No, Zhang Zhijie had the nerve to do it, but she was too ashamed to say it! However, she couldn't hide it from Ming Chaqiu's father and grandfather. To avoid worrying them, she left a note and left Guangcheng, this place of heartbreak. She wanted to go somewhere else to clear her mind, hoping time would heal her wounds.

So why did Zhang Zhijie lose his position? It was because he brought it upon himself!

Having lost two beloved women, Zhang Zhijie was completely devastated, like someone suffering from impotence. He had no interest in prostitutes, mature women, or even virgins. Now, he only had one hobby left—alcohol!

Alcohol was a good thing; it could make him forget everything, forget the heartache of being abandoned by women, and the pain of losing his lover! But even in his drunken stupor, he still managed to enjoy intimate moments with the two women, though each time he sobered up, the two women weren't there, only an unbearable headache. He had no better way to numb himself than with alcohol.

One day, he was completely drunk, and in his dazed state, he remembered he had to go to work. He couldn't afford to lose his job too, having lost the women. So he went back to his office, but just as he was about to enter, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen and urgently needed to use the restroom. He staggered towards the toilet, pushed open a door, and without thinking, pulled out his penis and ejaculated wildly.

"Ah—" A woman's scream immediately rang out beneath him. In his drunken stupor, he had entered the wrong room, mistaking the women's restroom for the men's. In his alcohol-induced delirium, he hadn't seen that someone was actually in the restroom. Of course, the woman in the women's restroom was a woman, and this woman was none other than his rather attractive aunt.

The aunt's screams attracted many people from the workplace. When they rushed in, they were stunned. In the restroom, Deputy Director Zhang and the clerk's aunt were in a very suggestive position. Deputy Director Zhang's long penis was sticking out of his pants, and the aunt was squatting beneath him with her mouth wide open. Although the distance wasn't very close, the position was already quite lewd.

This incident shocked the entire department, but the most shocked was the director who had an affair with the aunt. The director was furious. "You little bastard! Not only did you sleep with my daughter, but you also want to sleep with my woman? You think you can take advantage of me? If this continues, you'll be climbing on the roof and tearing the tiles off the house!"

The director summoned Zhang Zhijie to his well-soundproofed study in the Lin family villa with a phone call. Not wanting to disturb him, he wasn't foolish enough to call him to his office! Without a second thought, he unleashed a torrent of abuse, spitting venom all over Zhang Zhijie's face and head.

After the director finished scolding him, his anger had subsided somewhat. Young people, after all, are bound to make small mistakes! The matter should have been over, but Zhang Zhijie's subsequent self-reflection completely enraged him.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Lu Na! I've let you down!"

"Then tell me, how will you repay Lu Yin, repay me!"

"I swear I will treat Lu Yin well from now on, be devoted to her, love only her for the rest of my life, never be fickle again, never bring women home to patronize prostitutes again, and never hurt her again! I swear I will never drink again..."

"Stop, what did you just say? What fickleness? What bringing women home to patronize prostitutes!"

"No, no, no!"

"Speak!"

"..." Zhang Zhijie inadvertently confessed to bringing women home to sleep, which had made Lu Na extremely jealous.

"Well, Zhang Zhijie, you've really grown some guts! I see you've become so arrogant after just a few days as a petty official! You dared to do something like this, and so clumsily at that, making my daughter find out and hurting her. No wonder she ran off to Guilin without a word; it's all your fault! You're the one who got me scolded by my father for not caring about my daughter. You're the real culprit! You just wait, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

"Uncle, Uncle, I know I was wrong, I'll change, I'll change, I'll never do it again!"

"Hmph, you bastard, you think you've got too big for your britches? You think you can really fly to the sky? Let me tell you, while it took me a lot of effort to lift you up, it's easy to bring you down, as easy as crushing an ant!"

"Uncle, you say you're helping me? When have you ever helped me? I got to this position through my own abilities!"

"Hmph, do you really think you're capable of getting this deputy director position on your own? Don't you even know your own limitations? You think resolving a medical dispute is a great achievement? You're too naive!" "

I...!

" "Just you wait!" "

Uncle, I... !"

"Get out—"

"Uncle."

"Security, come in and drag this person out!"

"..."

Zhang Zhijie walked out of the Lin family home, feeling extremely dejected. He truly believed he had gotten this position through his own abilities. He hadn't expected it to be Lu Na's father who had orchestrated it, and even said he had put in a lot of effort. It seemed climbing the official ladder wasn't as easy as he thought.

In fact, just as the director said, Zhang Zhijie was too naive! If resolving a medical accident could make someone a deputy director, how many deputy directors would there be in the health system? Wouldn't everyone be vying to handle medical accidents? Would they hesitate and shy away from taking on such tasks?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhijie couldn't help but take out his phone and dial Lu Na's number. He rarely contacted her first; it was usually her who called him first. Partly because he was worried about the phone bill, but more importantly, he didn't want to spoil her and let her take advantage of him. In the past, Lin Na would always answer Zhang Zhijie's call immediately after the first ring, but now, she hung up immediately after the first ring.

Zhang Zhijie tried countless times, but each time the call was immediately disconnected. It was like they were playing a game, one frantically calling, the other frantically pressing the call button, until finally, Lin Na, tired and bored, simply turned off her phone.

Frustrated, he figured the girl was still angry, and she'd answer his calls in a few days. Zhang Zhijie kept reassuring himself with this thought. After thinking for a moment, he tried calling Lin Yin again. The call connected immediately, and this unexpected surprise made him overjoyed. He exclaimed, "Lin Yin, Lin Yin, I miss you so much!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep—" Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yin hung up.

Zhang Zhijie called again and again, repeatedly, but it was the same—the call connected immediately, then hung up again! He only gave up helplessly when the balance on his newly topped-up card reached zero.

On the train, Lin Yin, now with two assistants, no longer needed to handle the tiring tasks herself. Bored and thinking about her unfaithful lover, he called. Lin Yin devised a clever way to get revenge: ignoring his calls and wasting his phone credit. So, she answered and immediately hung up, continuing to do so until her phone battery died. Even after changing the battery, she was still eager to continue this fun revenge game. Unfortunately, the unfaithful lover didn't call again. Although she disdained calling him, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

Zhang Zhijie, bored, wandered aimlessly through the streets. Several times, he almost approached the enthusiastic calls of the streetwalkers, but remembering the Zhang Yurou incident, he restrained himself.

"Director Zhang, where are you going?" Just as Zhang Zhijie was feeling bored, someone stuck their head out of a Jetta and greeted him.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, just wandering around, nothing special!" Zhang Zhijie recognized him as the pharmaceutical representative who had asked him for a favor before. He only remembered the man's surname was Chen, but he had long forgotten his given name. In his eyes, this man was just a small fry, far from Zhang Yurou's level. However, he didn't expect that this small fry had his own car, while he didn't even have a car like his brother's. He secretly vowed that next time someone asked him for a favor, he would at least demand a Guangzhou Honda or something.

"Is that so, Director Zhang? Why not meet by chance? Come on, let me treat you!" Mr. Chen had originally planned to go find his new girlfriend to chat, dance, and make love, but he didn't expect to run into Deputy Director Zhang, whom he had previously asked for a favor from and been ripped off, making him grit his teeth in hatred. A surge of malice made him change his mind about finding the girl.

"I'm fine wandering around by myself!" Zhang Zhijie politely declined.

"Wandering around alone is so boring! Come on, I'm feeling bored too. Let's hang out together, the bill's all on me!" Under Chen Yaodai's generous invitation, Zhang Zhijie finally relented, hesitated for a moment, and got into the car.

Chen Yaodai took Zhang Zhijie to Black Cloud Bar, ordering two dozen (twenty-four) bottles of San Miguel draft beer.

"

Tonight, a conspiracy will unfold.

If you're afraid, go home early.

Tonight, you'll lose everything.

If you don't believe me, just wait and see.

Tonight, love, fame, and money will all leave you.

If you're still sober, then loudly say to others: No!"

...

The guitarist's fingers danced wildly across the electric guitar like mad snakes, the seemingly chaotic fingering producing an incredibly beautiful melody. The bassist's fingers were wrapped in bandages, yet the thick strings produced a melodious sound under his hands. The drummer's two drumsticks never stopped moving from beginning to end. This song, which they had composed themselves, sounded so passionate and melodious under their enthusiastic performance. Zhang Zhijie, who shared the same passion for music, was somewhat mesmerized!

This time, he broke his usual habit and drank seven or eight beers. Alcohol is truly a wonderful thing; although it might not necessarily relieve any sorrow, it did fill him with a surge of heroic spirit, suppressing the gloomy atmosphere. After drinking, Chen Yaodai suggested going to the "Girlfriend Entertainment" center to take a bath, where a few friends were waiting, to play cards and relax.

Zhang Zhijie readily agreed. Little did he know that a net had silently been cast upon him.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Back to Basics.

Chen Yaodai was straightforward, and his friends were indeed straightforward people as well. Although they were disheveled, with cigarettes dangling from their lips and their smelly feet sticking out, giving them a thuggish appearance, Zhang Zhijie found them far more endearing than the well-dressed but cunning bureau chiefs and department heads.

When they entered, these men were loudly betting on a game of all-in, with fifty and hundred yuan bills scattered across the table. Zhang Zhijie was an expert at all-in; back in school, after every game, regardless of who won or lost, the old woman at the school store would grin from ear to ear, piles of cigarettes and peanuts turning into beautiful banknotes in no time. Perhaps it was good luck, or perhaps it was a lack of common sense; he wouldn't shout when he should, and shouted when he shouldn't. In any case, Zhang Zhijie often crushed his classmates, leaving them crying for their parents.

However, since he wasn't familiar with these people yet, although eager to try, Zhang Zhijie knew he couldn't just join in. This game was too murky; it was purely for gamblers. As long as you had enough capital, even if your lowest hand was the two of diamonds, you could still raise relentlessly and overwhelm others with your momentum. Although experienced players might not fall for it, many mediocre players wouldn't dare to go head-to-head with you. Even if they knew your hole cards weren't very strong, they wouldn't want to gamble with you for the sake of safety! So he decided to observe first. The lively atmosphere alone was enough to dispel his unease.

Seeing him watching so intently, Chen Yaodai patted him on the shoulder: "Director Zhang, I'm going to take a shower. You play first."

"Okay, I'll go take a shower later."

"Take a shower, take a shower, you mean you want to take a shower, right?" The dealer, having just won a hand, exclaimed happily.

"Just take a shower at the lady's place, it'll save you the trouble." The dealer's assistant was also very happy.

Chen Yaodai chuckled, and while Zhang Zhijie wasn't looking, he gave them a wink before turning and leaving. This guy's got a bit of a problem, doesn't he?

Zhang Zhijie watched for a while, his drunkenness fading, and he grew increasingly bored. These people were vulgar, and the room reeked. Although people kept inviting him to place bets, he couldn't muster any interest. He wanted to go for a bath, but a burly man who had been watching him abruptly stopped him.

Zhang Zhijie asked in surprise, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

The man said, "Don't leave."

Zhang Zhijie frowned, already annoyed. How dare they provoke him like this? He swung a punch, making half the man's face swell up.

The dealer was somewhat surprised, but still feigned composure and smiled, saying, "He wants to invite Director Zhang to play a few rounds."

The burly man, as if suddenly realizing something, covered half his face and forced back the pain, "Yes, let's gamble a few rounds."

Zhang Zhijie's anger rose, and he also vaguely sensed something was amiss. These people were strange. Just as he was about to force his way out, the door opened, and a man walked in, glanced at the gambling table, and smiled, "Wrong door, sorry." He turned and left.

Normally, going to the wrong door is a common occurrence, but for some reason, Zhang Zhijie felt extremely uneasy. Yuan Datou's two years of education made him suddenly realize: poker is strictly prohibited by the police, and judging from the stakes on the table, the door wasn't locked. Gamblers are all vigilant; there's no way they'd forget.

Recalling the look Chen Yaodai had inadvertently given him when he left, sweat broke out on his back. He pushed the burly man's hand away and walked towards the door. Just as Zhang Zhijie grabbed the doorknob, his hand jolted violently, and a powerful force followed with a loud crash. Zhang Zhijie quickly retreated, and as the door opened, a large group of people rushed in, shouting, "Don't move! Police!"

Zhang Zhijie's face changed drastically, but the gamblers remained completely calm, truly unfazed even in the face of imminent danger. The officers were quite puzzled by the gamblers' inaction: in all their years of arresting gamblers, they had never seen such composed gamblers. The gamblers they had encountered before would grab their money and hide it at the slightest noise, jumping out of windows, climbing walls, and crawling through holes—they had never stood there motionless like wooden statues. Were they all paralyzed with fear?

Several officers opened their coats, revealing their police uniforms underneath. The first officer pulled out his badge: "Stand aside, all of you." The gamblers obediently got up, lined up against the wall, and went to eat fruit, more well-behaved than kindergarten children.

The officers searched the room, then led the gamblers away with their loot.

The police, shouting and yelling, drove off with their spoils. Zhang Zhijie initially resisted, protesting that he hadn't gambled, but after a few struggles, the police pulled out their weapons and pointed them at him, saying, "We'll talk at the police station."

Once at the station, Zhang Zhijie was dumbfounded. All the arrested gamblers, including the bookmaker, insisted that he had participated. Only then did he realize it was a trap.

Wait, this was Chen Yaodai who brought him here—could it be him? But why would he frame him? Did he think that as a pharmaceutical representative, Chen wouldn't need to ask for his help anymore? Yes, he guessed correctly. Chen, the pharmaceutical representative, indeed wouldn't need to ask for his help anymore. Having failed in the pharmaceutical industry, he had switched to the construction materials industry and, in less than a month, had made his first fortune through a stroke of luck. He was originally a snobbish and opportunistic person, and after getting money, he became even more arrogant and condescending. Besides indulging in drinking, gambling, whoring, and womanizing, his greatest hobby was taking revenge on those who had looked down on him or offended him.

Zhang Zhijie couldn't understand why he would frame him like this. He had readily done the favor Chen had asked him to do last time, and there was nothing else he could have done to offend him!

Actually, he did get the job done for Chen Yaodai, but it involved a 16,000 HKD dinner at a restaurant in Mong Kok, followed by 8,800 HKD at his girlfriend's entertainment center (bathing, sauna, and massage), and finally 24,000 HKD at the Jiuchi Yulin nightclub (drinking, singing, hiring prostitutes, and spending the night). He only got the job done after giving a 30,000 HKD red envelope. In total, he was ripped off by Director Zhang Zhijie by over 70,000 HKD to get the job done. How could he not resent Director Zhang Zhijie? If he didn't, how could he be considered a petty and opportunistic person?

Zhang Zhijie couldn't understand it. The police, however, didn't allow him to think about it. Since there was ample evidence and witness testimony, they would naturally act according to the national law. They handcuffed Zhang Zhijie and locked him to a table leg, then notified his workplace. They left him to wait for his unit to pay the ransom.

Poor Zhang Zhijie hadn't even eaten dinner; he was planning to go for a late-night snack after his bath, but his snack turned out to be the police station's late-night tea.

The police didn't care whether the unfortunate guy was hungry or bitten by mosquitoes; they just went off to play cards.

Zhang Zhijie's night of suffering was basically wasted. Not only did he suffer from mosquito bites and hunger, but he was also charged with gathering a crowd. It wasn't until the next morning that a director from his workplace came to pick him up. Although they were still polite, their eyes revealed contempt and disdain.

Back at the office, the bureau chief inevitably gave him a good scolding, but considering Zhang's powerful backing, he still managed to be polite and gentle. The incident had caused too much of a stir, and fearing he wouldn't be crushed, the pharmaceutical representative secretly contacted a reporter and got the story in the newspapers. This... Zhang Zhijie was determined to bring him down!

After the bureau chief spat in his face, he adopted a bureaucratic tone and took him to the police station. According to unit regulations, he was immediately placed on standby pending further action.

This wait didn't last long for Zhang Zhijie, who still clung to a sliver of hope. That same afternoon, the decision was made: dismissal from public office! This decision was based solely on the director's four-word statement: severe punishment! But this decision left Zhang Zhijie feeling as if he had fallen into hell!

Sweeped out of the office, Zhang Zhijie... Wandering aimlessly through the streets, he finally understood the true meaning of the song sung by that nameless folk band. In a single day, money, fame, status, women—all gone. He felt worse than death! Reaching the Pearl River, looking at the surging waters below, he truly wanted to jump off the Pearl River Bridge and end it all. But alas, his cowardice prevented him from having the courage; it was just a thought!

Lost and confused, he searched his mind, only able to think of one place that might take him in: Longxin Clinic. No one wanted him. The boss should… They'd probably take him. Even if their past feelings were gone, he still had excellent medical skills. If he really couldn't help, wouldn't it be better to be his punching bag like before? Anyway, he needed to find a place to settle down first. Having made up his mind, he went to Longxin Clinic, which led to the scene described above. (Zhang Zhijie's story is a bit long, I hope you haven't gotten tired of reading! Be prepared for some tough times, there's more to his story. Readers are welcome to share their opinions on this character! I will also consider your opinions and tell you what you want to know!)

"Damn it, is there anyone more pathetic than you in this world?" Wu Yueyang, who had been eavesdropping, couldn't help but voice his opinion after hearing Xiao Chong's long and tedious story.

Xiao Chong, enraged, pointed at him and said, "You bastard, how much better are you than him? You're evenly matched, but you're only half as good. Even if he's not the best, he was once a bureau chief. What about you? What have you done that's worthwhile? Besides selling fake medicine, what have you done?"

Wu Yueyang, thoroughly humiliated by Xiao Chong's insults, blushed, his face turning red, then white, then green, until finally, completely red-faced, he wanted to roar and pounce on Xiao Chong. But when he saw the silver needles that had suddenly appeared in Xiao Chong's hand, he froze. Being forced to stand in the corner was no fun!

"Damn it, if you've got the guts, put down those needles and come outside for a one-on-one fight! Don't keep using this to scare people." Wu Yueyang, oblivious to the danger, challenged Xiao Chong.

"No need to go outside!" Xiao Chong shook his head.

"Tch, coward, wimp, you think you're so tough? Come on! Come on! If you're too scared, just say so. I'm not that kind of snob, I'll never hold a grudge." Wu Yueyang kept yelling at Xiao Chong.

Zhang Zhijie just watched him without commenting, but secretly thought: Aren't you one? You seem like it!

"I just said we don't need to go out, to avoid offending the neighbors, let's go to the back!" Xiao Chong said, walking towards the backyard.

"Fine, let's go, who's afraid of who!" Wu Yueyang followed behind Xiao Chong with his head held high and chest puffed out, as if he wanted to vent his anger at Xiao Chong for being punished by standing in the corner for a day and a night.

In the backyard, two masters were dueling.

Chapter Twenty-Four of Xiao Cheng's Story: A Less-than-Glorious Challenge.

Wu Yueyang may not be good at much else, but he's an expert at fighting and picking up girls. Back in college, he was once surrounded by seven burly men for trying to steal someone else's girlfriend. That fight was extremely fierce and spectacular. In the end, he staggered into the hospital emergency room and came out half an hour later. But those seven burly men had to be carried into the hospital and stayed in bed for three months before being discharged! According to those in the know, that fight was so fierce that the wind and clouds changed color and the sun and moon lost their light, enough to shake the heavens and the earth. His fighting ability is certainly not to be underestimated! But does he think he can challenge Xiao Chong like this? It's a bit ridiculous, it's like

showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu, not knowing the meaning of death! He bent over, stretched out his hand, and assumed the Tai Chi starting stance, a signature move of the venerable Zhang Sanfeng. Is this person the nth generation descendant of the venerable Zhang? Online research proves that this move is a fake.

Seeing this, Xiao Chong sneered and was about to rush forward to give him a good beating, but Zhang Zhijie stopped him, saying, "Boss, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Let me handle this little thing! Tell me, where do you want to punch him?"

"You?" Xiao Chong was a little dumbfounded.

"What, boss, you look down on me!" Zhang Zhijie asked.

"Hehe, no, no! Your abilities may not be great, but they're definitely enough to deal with him. Just slap him in the face, that's all that matters!" Xiao Chong nodded with a smile.

"Roger!" Zhang Zhijie said, and without saying a word, he charged straight at Wu Yueyang.

As Wu Yueyang watched, fully prepared for battle, he couldn't help but think: Who is this? Just now there was nothing unusual, but now there's an overwhelming aura pressing down, like Mount Tai crushing down, impossible to stop!

As he pondered, Zhang Zhijie's palms struck. He dared not be careless or parry, quickly shifting his body to the side, almost dodging the blow. Despite his swift reaction and extremely fast movements, he was still just a hair's breadth away; a single blow landed on his face. He clearly saw the palm coming towards his face, clearly saw it pass as he dodged, but just as he turned around, the palm returned.

With a loud "smack!", half of Wu Yueyang's face immediately swelled up. It seemed Zhang Zhijie had used considerable force. Actually, he was currently frustrated by his unfortunate encounter, venting his resentment, and this was a perfect opportunity to do so. Firstly, to vent his anger; secondly, to curry favor with Xiao Chong; and thirdly, to establish authority at work so that Xiao Chong wouldn't dare bully him. With these three blows, how could he not give it his all?

"Damn it, don't hit my face!" Wu Yueyang covered his swollen cheek, enduring the pain as he spoke.

"Sorry, it was the boss's order! I'll be more careful next time!" Zhang Zhijie couldn't help but laugh at his aggrieved look, but he knew this wasn't the time to laugh, and before he finished speaking, he slapped Wu Yueyang again.

The palm strike moved with the speed of a snake, flashing forward like waves. The dazzling palm shadows were so indistinct that it was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Wu Yueyang quickly swung his fist, aiming at Zhang Zhijie's single palm, and smashed it down. He had used all his strength in this punch. He had once used such a fist to send a strong man as big as an ox flying, so he was not worried about its power at all. But he soon realized that he was wrong. This palm strike hit Zhang Zhijie's body like mud sinking into a sea of oxen. Not only did it not have any effect, but it also made his own palm hurt terribly. Needless to say, Zhang Zhijie was a special forces soldier. Although he was one of the less capable ones, his ability to withstand blows and falls was the best in the entire army. This was forced out of him by Yuan Datou. He said, "If you can't fight, then you have to learn to take blows, and you have to be able to withstand blows." So he would call on several special forces soldiers to train Zhang Zhijie in hard qigong, using fists and bricks to train him to be the best in the entire army in terms of resistance to blows and falls.

Wu Yueyang felt something was wrong after throwing a punch and immediately tried to back away, but it was too late. Zhang Zhijie's palm made intimate contact with his other cheek again.

"Smack!" Another sound rang out, and Wu Yueyang's other cheek swelled up again. This time, both sides were balanced; it no longer looked like a pig's head with swollen skin, but rather a complete pig's head.

"Damn it, didn't I tell you not to hit my face?" Wu Yueyang muttered, clutching both cheeks, but his voice wasn't loud! With both cheeks swollen, how could he speak loudly? Opening his mouth was excruciatingly painful! However, the way he covered his face made him look extremely shy.

"Hehe, haven't you heard that you should be humble? When someone slaps you on one cheek, are you supposed to offer the other cheek so they can slap you too? Besides, one side was so swollen and looked awful. Now it's all symmetrical! You even look quite handsome! You should eat more; you'd look better if you were a little fatter!" Zhang Zhijie said, suppressing a laugh, looking at his masterpiece and dispelling the gloom in his heart.

"Really? Really? Have I really become handsome?" Wu Yueyang asked, touching his swollen face. Could it be that pretending to be fat, as people say, has a beautifying effect?

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you convinced or not? If not, let's do it again!" Zhang Zhijie imitated his posture, mimicking a Tai Chi starting hand gesture.

"I'm somewhat convinced!"

"How can you be convinced just a little!" Zhang Zhijie said, lunging at him again. Both hands flew, and a barrage of palm shadows swept towards Wu Yueyang.

"Don't hit my face..." Wu Yueyang, watching the unpredictable and ever-changing palm strikes, knew he couldn't dodge and could only desperately close his eyes and scream. But before he could finish speaking,

"slap!" "slap!" rang out one after the other, and he was slapped twice on the same spot on his face.

"Didn't I tell you not to hit my face?" Wu Yueyang's voice choked, his words indistinct.

"No, I didn't hit your face, just your mouth! Haha!" Zhang Zhijie looked at his swollen, thick lips, his comical appearance like Donald Duck from a comic book, making him unable to hold back his laughter.

"..." Wu Yueyang touched his numb lips, staring blankly at him, his eyes even a little wet.

"Hey? Boss, come quick, he seems to be crying. Did I hit him too hard? Hey, you there, what's with all the pissing from an old man like you? If you can't handle it, don't challenge me!"

"I didn't challenge you!" Wu Yueyang felt extremely wronged.

"Damn it, you really don't know what's good for you! If the boss had hit you, you'd be at least ten times worse off! You're lucky you're in this state; this is the lightest

you've ever been!" Xiao Chong walked up, looking at Wu Yueyang's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and couldn't help but glare at Zhang Zhijie: "Xiao Jie, what's wrong with you? I told you to hit him, not to hit him this hard! You really went all out! Brother Wu, oh my god, you're so pitiful, you've all turned out like this!"

"Sorry, I didn't know my own strength once I started hitting him. Hey, Brother Wu, I'll apply some medicated wine for you later, or I'll get you an IV drip of anti-inflammatory, analgesic, and blood-activating fluids, and you'll be fine soon!" Zhang Zhijie saw Xiao Chong's expression and already knew how to cooperate with him in this charade.

"You're all in cahoots, crocodile tears, you're all bad people! You bullied me, I'm telling my sister!" Wu Yueyang wasn't stupid; he knew they were conspiring to trick him. But even one-on-one, he couldn't fight four hands, let alone two fists. He could only leave helplessly, crying.

"Haha~~~" Xiao Chong and Zhang Zhijie exchanged glances and burst into laughter as they watched his tearful figure disappear.

Wu Yueyang ran out of Longxin Clinic and into the nearby Shiduo store. He had a good habit of snacking whenever he felt wronged—a habit usually reserved for women, but he embodied it perfectly.

"Boss lady, give me two large bars of Shuanghui ham!" Wu Yueyang's words were unclear due to the pain on his face and lips, and he repeated himself several times before being understood.

"Ham sausage? Aren't you biting it?" The shopkeeper wasn't interested in this man with a swollen face, so she didn't look closely. His words were mumbled, and she genuinely thought his swollen lips were two sausages.

"You—" Wu Yueyang was furious upon hearing this and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey. Come back! Don't you want the sausages anymore?" the proprietress called out loudly, but

Wu Yueyang ignored her, thinking bitterly, "Even if your sausages are free, I don't want them. Look at you, you look like you need to be fucked. Keep them for your masturbation." Despite

his injury, his legs moved like the wind, and he soon entered the Dafu (a Chinese-owned chain supermarket, unrelated to foreigners!) supermarket. He went in and frantically bought a cart full of snacks worth nearly 500 yuan, which made him feel a little better.

When he went to pay, whether it was because he bought too much or because the computer was old and malfunctioning, it kept stopping and starting for almost an hour without getting it working. He couldn't help but peek, and the meter beeped, and a pig's head appeared on the screen, with a price of 38 yuan per item. He was puzzled; when had he bought a pig's head? He reached out and carefully examined the snacks on the counter, his hand inadvertently touching the price meter again. A "beep" sounded, and another line appeared on the screen: "One pig's trotter, sixteen yuan."

Wu Yueyang was furious and questioned the cashier about what was going on.

The cashier looked at the computer and was also shocked. Was this computer some kind of monster? It was quoting prices even without a barcode. She pressed several keys on the keyboard, but there was no response.

She quickly called a professional to check it, and the results came back quickly: the computer was infected with a virus!

Upon hearing the result, Wu Yueyang couldn't help but sigh repeatedly. When bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems!

(Chapter 25 of the novel, "The Secret to Picking Up Girls," Part 1:

Longxin Clinic.

Xiao Chong's private office.

"Xiao Jie, what are your plans now?" Xiao Chong asked.)

"There's no hope of becoming an official, I can only go back to my old ways!" Zhang Zhijie said helplessly, then asked warily, "Boss, you're not going to abandon me,

are you?" "Of course I don't want you!" Xiao Chong said matter-of-factly.

"Ah—" Zhang Zhijie felt dizzy and wanted to cry but couldn't.

"I'm not gay, what use are you to me? Besides, even if I agree, my women won't!" Xiao Chong said with a laugh.

"Boss, stop messing with me, I'm already miserable enough, I have nowhere to go now!" Zhang Zhijie said sadly.

"It's no big deal. I knew long ago that neither you, Shuangxi, nor I are suited for officialdom, especially you. You're cunning, morally bankrupt, and eloquent. How are you going to play along with them? We're only good for being doctors or gangsters. That's why I ignored all those government agencies when I retired. Don't worry, we're brothers. From the first day I took you in as my underling, I decided to take full responsibility for you. Just work hard for me, and I guarantee you'll be a hundred times more successful than in officialdom!"

"Really? Hehe, that's great!"

"What about your other women?"

"Sigh, I don't know what to do. They all ignore me, and I'm so frustrated!"

"You're overestimating yourself. Do you think everyone can juggle multiple relationships like I can?"

"I know I was wrong! But it's too late now!"

"It's not too late, but you'll have to make some sacrifices!"

"Sacrifice!???"

"Yes! Which woman are you serious about?"

"Although I've been with countless women in the past six months, the only women I truly love are Lin Na, Lin Yin, and Zhang Yurou!"

"Three? With your abilities, you probably can't manage them all at the same time. Choose one; that's the only feasible solution!"

"Lin Yin, you know him, that train conductor. I only love him! Lu Na is good, and Zhang Yurou isn't bad either, and they're both original, but I only love the second-hand Lin Yin. That's real love."

"You're such a jerk! Here, take this. Study it thoroughly tonight, and tomorrow you'll go find your dark, damp, and narrow boudoir!" Xiao Chong said, pulling a handwritten manual from his pocket and tossing it to him.

"What's this?"

"These are the thirty-nine foolproof strategies for picking up girls that I've researched over the years. If you understand and master them, I guarantee you'll be invincible in your pursuit of women."

"Ah, thank you so much, boss!"

"Thank you my foot! Look at you, you're always causing me trouble!"

"I—"

"Never mind, go read the book!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Zhijie hugged the manual tightly, dashed into the toilet, locked himself inside, unzipped his pants, and squatted down. His constipation hadn't improved, and this thick manual was definitely the best way to pass the time while bored in the toilet. If Xiao Chong knew, he'd probably vomit several liters of blood.

Opening the manual, he was instantly captivated by its contents! (Time to learn! Attention all you guys who want to pick up girls! These 36 foolproof strategies for winning at picking up girls are not only useful for Zhang Zhijie, but also for you. Just learn a few tricks and you're guaranteed to benefit from them for life.)

Strategy 1: The Thick-Skinned Mask Strategy. With the development of society, the advancement of science, and the progress of humanity, women have become increasingly fierce. Women in today's society are more ferocious than tigers, more leopards, and more ruthless than wolves. To win a girl's heart without getting hurt, the best approach is to wear a mask. With a thick skin, you can say all sorts of cheesy things without blushing, your heart won't race, and you won't even get out of breath. Even if a girl slaps you, your nose won't turn blue, your face won't swell, your teeth won't ache, and your eyes won't blur. When she gets tired, annoyed, bored, weary, or weary, her heart will be won over. A thick skin is far better than virtue, intelligence, and talent combined! A word of advice: don't use this strategy in Guangzhou. Guangzhou girls are too formidable; they're tigers among tigers. This strategy is especially ineffective against the "Happy E-Clan"—you may have a thick skin, but the girl has the knives to kick you.

The second strategy: The supermarket sale strategy. When you see a stunningly beautiful woman with an angelic face and a devilish figure, you must first be calm, patient, and able to withstand the test. Never act rashly. Beauty doesn't bewitch you; you bewitch yourself. Don't let your steely resolve falter before you even see her. Even the most beautiful and arrogant woman can be discounted. She may be pretty, but not necessarily gentle, kind, or submissive. She might be a beauty, but a complete idiot. No matter how good a woman is, if the discount is drastic, she'll become just another face in the crowd. Never treat a woman like a commodity; this is half the battle won. Believe this deeply. Women are unpredictable, and so is the art of seduction, but don't overdo the discounts. Discounts upon discounts, multiple discounts, and more discounts will make you lose interest. An old saying goes, "Strategically, look down on women; tactically, pay attention to them."

The third strategy: The children's play strategy. Anyone who has ever swung on a swing knows that to swing high, far, and high, you need to increase the force with each swing. Successfully seducing a girl requires consistent effort. If you increase your effort today, decrease it tomorrow, and increase it again the day after, you'll only linger in the same place. Unless you're a reclusive master who can maintain a balance between effort and commitment, you'll be left with only your "golden spear," watching helplessly as others move on while you weep. Remember, seducing girls requires method; haste makes waste. Seducing girls is like life; you need to take it one step at a time, don't try to seduce them all at once like instant noodles!

Fourth strategy: The "Green Grass by the River" strategy. A good horse doesn't eat the grass it's already grazed, so it's often hungry. A stallion doesn't care; it'll eat any grass it finds, so it can breed every day. In this world, as long as girls exist, guys' fates will be one more day of hardship. When all the girls are discarded like a bear breaking off a piece of the South, even if you're probably not a bear, it doesn't matter if you don't have the South under your arm right now; you can go back and take another stroll. Many girls are deeply hidden; be careful to look for clues to find the "mermaid shark" and dig her out from the depths. Xin GG studied this strategy nine hundred years ago; he said, "Suddenly turning around, I found that girl in the dim light of the night." Right now, you're sleeping alone with tears in your eyes, go back and look. Don't be hung up on one flower or die on one tree. If you can't reach the flower, you can still fill your stomach with grass.

Fifth strategy: The flattery strategy. Everyone likes to be flattered, and girls are no exception, because they are also human, so girls like to be flattered. A woman may not have a beard, but she has a forest of hair, and it's often tangled, so you have to comb it! I don't usually tell this secret to others, only to my brothers! A guy who knows how to flatter is a good guy, but a guy who knows how to flatter a woman is a true hero, a dragon among men. But remember, remember, never flatter her too much, or you'll not only waste your effort but also end up getting hurt. This tactic is not easy to master. Some high-level women can only be swayed by even more sophisticated and subtle flattery. A guy with a sweet tongue gets women in his arms, and based on experience, he'll eventually end up in bed with them. Women who are easily swayed are easy to approach, but you should never approach women who are easily swayed, especially beware of women from Guangzhou who might use a "rabbit kicking eagle" move when they fall down.

Sixth tactic: The "fading beauty" tactic. "Fade beauty" refers to the fleeting nature of youth; many things and many people become yesterday's flowers in the blink of an eye. As Du Qiu Niang said in her "Three Hundred Poems on Picking Up Girls," "Pluck the flower while it blooms, for when it's gone, you'll only have an empty branch." Life's pleasures are fleeting; it's not just that it's not easy for guys to meet a good girl, but it's also not easy for girls to meet a good guy. You must seize opportunities, keep up with the times, strive for excellence, and develop harmoniously. Girls are like withered flowers, blooming and fading in the blink of an eye. The pursuit of girls is a time-consuming endeavor! I remember a guy who wasted countless precious time on dating, bitterly recalling, "Looking back, those were glorious years, but alas, I had no time for dating, only regret, my youthful years have turned white!" Seventh Strategy: The Tired of Choosing the Same Old Ways. This strategy is like char siu rice. Whether it's fatty or lean, no matter how good, fragrant, or flavorful the char siu is, or how chewy the rice is, eating the same thing all the time will get boring. Only a variety of foods provides balanced nutrition and is beneficial to health. The same principle applies to dating; it's good for guys' health. When you feel tired of dating a certain girl, consider learning from Yusi (a popular online personality): sometimes date rice girls, sometimes sesame seed cake girls, and occasionally instant noodle girls. Dating girls will be healthy and enjoyable. Don't eat too much, or you'll be stuffed! And ladies, don't try to pick up too many girls. Experience has shown that trying to do two things at once will inevitably lead to disaster. A prime example is Chen Shimei (a notorious figure in Chinese folklore known for abandoning his wife). And Zhang Zhijie (another

notorious figure in Chinese folklore known for his infidelity) is a prime example of this! Eighth strategy: Sowing the Seeds of Disaster. The more potato vines spread, the more potatoes will grow, the bigger and stronger they will be. Even if the vines are destroyed, the potatoes will still be preserved. This strategy doesn't apply to girls in Guangcheng; she's a biology teacher. If you use this strategy on her, she'll dig three feet into the ground to dig up the potatoes. The main point is that you should gain something from picking up a girl, not just have many girls and feel like you haven't picked up any at all. As a foreigner named Paul once said, a guy's life should be lived like this: when he looks back, he won't regret wasting his years, nor will he feel ashamed of having no girlfriends. He should proudly say…

Ninth Strategy: The Divine Goose and Heroic Couple Strategy. This strategy is quite old; Jin Yong's version has been around for decades. Did the humiliated Little Dragon Girl make you guys grit your teeth in hatred? However, it remains relevant, so I've included it here. Reviewing the old helps us understand the new; even old trees can blossom anew! When two ancient men were shooting geese and discussing how to eat them, the geese had already flown away. When you see a girl, don't always think about how to have sex with her after you've won her over, because while you're daydreaming, she might already be lying under another guy's legs, enjoying himself. The main principle of the "Shooting the Goose Heroes" strategy is to act decisively when the time is right. A poorly aimed shot is a technical problem; a slow shot is a mental problem; a slow shot is a reaction problem; a weak shot is a problem of heart; a trembling shot is likely due to the weather.

Tenth Strategy: The Copper and Silver Smell Strategy. Of ten girls, seven are silly, eight are dull, and nine are greedy. What about the last one? They can only be greedy for money! Don't worry if you can't get a girl. Instead of just admiring the fish in the pond, go back and weave your own net. It doesn't matter if a hundred guys die at her feet; you just need to quietly make money. Once your wallet is full, you won't need to chase girls; girls will line up to chase you. Rich guys are naturally witty, handsome, and have great skills—they're diamond bachelors. Otherwise, where would the idiom "wolf of wealth and beauty" come from?

Eleventh strategy: the wine and coffee strategy. Coffee, though bitter, can be invigorating; chasing girls, though difficult, can also be invigorating. Adding a little wine might even be good for your complexion. Even if you manage to get a girl into bed, you need to know that it's hard work, and most people can't do it. Even if you do, if you can't satisfy her, it's all for nothing. Chasing girls may seem glamorous on the surface, but only you know the bittersweet experience. Having a girl around is naturally invigorating, but excessive invigoration can easily lead to neurasthenia, loss of appetite, and restless sleep—a typical case of "chicken-chasing syndrome." Therefore, you must be prepared to endure hardship and suffering. Guys who don't meet their girlfriend's expectations in bed should drink less alcohol, more coffee, and exercise more.

The twelfth strategy: The "Hardworking and Uncomplaining Strategy." This is the most commonly used strategy by guys trying to woo girls. In a girl's eyes, you must first be a willing lapdog, regardless of time, fame, or profit, rain or shine, without complaint or regret. It's actually quite effective; the "Hardworking and Uncomplaining Strategy" is a simple and straightforward way to woo girls, highly recommended (five stars). But first, you must learn to endure. Bearing humiliation is the only way to get a girl into bed. Once you succeed, you can transform into a wolfhound, purebred or mixed breed, as you like!

The thirteenth strategy: The "Playing Ball Strategy." There's a joke about the difference between women and billiards: women are about whether the ball goes in or not; even the best women have their limits when the ball goes in. Billiards is about whether the ball goes in or not. While there's a difference between picking up girls and playing billiards, the goal is the same: to get the ball in the hole. While you can't expect to be like Davis, Hendry, or Stephen Chow in "Descendants of the Dragon"—almost every shot goes in—you should at least get one in a few shots. How about the strategies for playing billiards? It's hard to say. Picking up girls is like playing billiards; getting one in ten shots is still a victory. If you're only after her heart, not her body, then all the guys in Guangzhou will admire your high level of attainment, including the author of this book, "The Master of a Lifetime" or "Master Xiaochong." Besides admiring your level, they might also suspect you're impotent.

The fourteenth strategy: The Journey to the West. Picking up girls is like the journey to the West by the four disciples and their horse. Picking up girls is often not a one-person affair, but a group affair. "One man chasing a woman needs three helpers; unity is strength. Most women are powerless against a pack of wolves." The key to success is to designate a lead pursuer. Don't let things fall apart before you've even gotten the woman. Confucius said, "A man's worries are not about chasing women, but about his own internal strife." But remember, while it's okay for everyone to swarm in during the chase, don't let everyone swarm in after you've succeeded—that's illegal.

The fifteenth strategy: the dirty clothes and smelly socks strategy. Logically, socks worn for a month without washing are smellier than socks worn for a day. Similarly, a man who hasn't chased women for a month is logically more motivated than one who hasn't chased women for a day. This kind of motivation is incredibly tempting for women; they need to experience something new. Just as people need motivation to live, so too does chasing women. So when picking up girls, you have to be enthusiastic and your approach has to be fresh and uniquely stinky, like fresh stinky tofu—it smells awful but tastes amazing. However, this requires a guy with courage, boldness, and determination to implement.

Sixteenth Strategy: The Tangerine Strategy. We won't use the example of Lu Xun's back view here! There was a man in Hangzhou selling tangerines that were beautiful on the outside but rotten inside. He placed them in the market and sold them for ten times the price, and they were snapped up. That's how it is with girls; even if she's a complete idiot, as long as she's pretty, she'll always have a ton of suitors. While pretty girls aren't necessarily idiots, if you want to pick up a pretty girl, you absolutely can't be an idiot, and you can't treat a pretty idiot girl like you're a real idiot. What if you are an idiot? It's easy. You just need to have a stroke of good luck with women, and the guy trying to woo her will be even more clueless than you. But getting that kind of luck is as difficult as getting lucky with dog poop; it's something you can only hope for. If you really expect to rely on this, then you're prepared to spend your life with "Five-Finger Girl" (a nickname for a woman with five fingers). Who is "Five-Finger Girl"? See, brother, you're asking that idiotic question

again! Seventeenth Strategy: The Two-Sided Needle Strategy. A gentleman on the outside, a rogue on the inside—people with these two faces are incredibly good at picking up girls. This strategy has been thoroughly explored by predecessors, so I don't want to add anything. I'll just talk about China's rogue culture. Nine out of ten guys are lewd, and the other one is a rogue. It's also said that women don't love men who aren't bad, and bad men are the best men. No matter how outstanding you make a man who doesn't know when to be a rogue, no matter how much you praise him, I won't believe it! Rogues are the most talented men among men, which is why, for thousands of years, the success rate of rogues in picking up girls has remained high. In the Book of Songs, those who use the pretense of trading cloth for silk to pick up girls are petty scoundrels; those who rise to high positions and amass wealth are big scoundrels; and those who become emperors are the biggest scoundrels. Don't boast about how many girls you've picked up—even more than an emperor! A harem of three thousand beauties! No wonder every emperor needed aphrodisiacs! I've used this tactic quite a lot. Look at Ye Yiyu, look at Nami—these are all results of the "two-sided needle" strategy.

The eighteenth tactic: The Butterfly Flight Strategy. You and I are the wings of a butterfly, close together when landing, separating when flying. When used skillfully, this tactic creates a sense of elusiveness, like a butterfly fluttering. This is a common tactic used by sophisticated guys to woo sophisticated girls. Elusiveness doesn't mean being hot and cold; it means that every move you make, every step you take, captivates the girl's heart. Like fishing, once the fish takes the bait, you immediately want to pull it up. But the fish will definitely escape. You have to pull and release, release and pull again, pulling and releasing until the fish is tired and can't swim anymore. Then you can easily get her into bed! However, this strategy has to be high-level. There are countless tricks to the "flying" and "pulling" maneuvers!

Chapter Twenty-Six of the Small

Completion: The Nineteenth Strategy in the Second Part of the "Dating Secrets": The Butcher's Skill in Dissecting an Ox. Just as a skilled butcher doesn't see the whole ox, a master of seduction will also see the woman without seeing the whole. For nineteen years, the butcher has been skilled at dissecting oxen, yet he still feels apprehensive upon seeing an ox, stopping only at a glance, his movements slow and his knife barely touching the surface. Even a skilled guy will be cautious when seeing a girl. Under the butcher's knife, the ox falls to the ground like dirt; under the guy's gun, the girl falls to the ground like dirt. Special note: Just as a skilled butcher can sharpen his knife for nineteen years with a blade as if newly honed, a gentleman might wonder if there are any guys in the world who can still maintain their prowess like a young man after nineteen years of womanizing. Be cautious when pursuing women; womanizing is the most dangerous weapon in the world, only to be used as a last resort!

Twentieth Strategy: The "Looking at Plums to Quench Thirst" Strategy. Drawing a picture of a cake is, of course, to satisfy hunger. If you haven't won over a girl, having a picture of her is always better than nothing. I was once confused about whether to call this strategy the "Drawing a Cake Strategy" or the "Looking at Plums" Strategy. In the end, I decided to use both, because the Casanova Yusi has already drawn a cake, so drawing a cake must be just as satisfying as looking at plums. Looking at plums tastes sour; it's not good for your teeth. Drawing a cake is easy, but winning a girl is difficult; drawing cakes year after year isn't for us.

Twenty-first Strategy: The "Lewd Poetry Strategy." Read three hundred Tang poems thoroughly, and even if you can't compose poetry, you'll still be able to be lewd. As the saying goes, the genius of womanizing is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. You've poured 99% of your effort into picking up girls, you're practically a genius! Picking up girls is a skill that takes practice. Didn't manage to get a girl? It's not bad luck, it's just that you're not skilled enough. As the poem goes, "Picking up girls at midday, sweat drips onto the soil; who knows how hard it is for every girl?" If you use this strategy well, you'll break your bed! Another poem says, "Moonlight shines before my bed, two pairs of shoes on the floor, a couple in bed, and you're one of them!"

Strategy Twenty-Two: The Public Toilet Strategy. This isn't about spying on girls using the toilet. When you're holding your pee and want to go, or you just want some peace and quiet to smoke a cigarette, what happens next? Of course, you leave. Who wants to spend their whole life in a toilet? You have many reasons to pick up girls, and many reasons to dump them. Sigh! That's reality. Planning to dump a girl before even picking her up is a tragedy for both guys and girls. I can never do that, so I have seven or eight toilets at home, but they're private. Anyone who wants to use them, I'll break their legs first.

Strategy Twenty-Three: The Universal Gravitation Strategy. When an apple hits someone's head, Newton immediately thinks of universal gravitation. When a girl walks by, you should learn from Newton and immediately think of picking her up, getting her, and possessing her. All things in the world are interconnected; the law of universal gravitation applies to the principle of picking up girls. When a pretty girl walks by, a guy will always feel the pull of gravity. Success in picking up girls is directly proportional to a guy's mass and inversely proportional to the distance. If you can't improve the quality right away, you can only try to get closer. Being close to someone makes you more likely to succeed. Actually, it's quite lonely for a girl to have no one to date her. Letting a girl be lonely is practically a crime. Of course, if she's too ugly, the law will be lenient. If you don't believe me, we can do an experiment on the girls at Longxin Clinic in Guangcheng. Don't greet them for a day and see their reaction. However, this agreement might not work; Longxin is too attractive to guys. I need to end the cold war in a couple of days.

The twenty-fourth strategy: The Small Fish in the Pot Strategy. Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish; dating is like governing a country. Lao Tzu's words don't mean governing a large country is as easy as cooking a small fish, but rather that you can't keep flipping the fish while cooking it, or you'll ruin it. It's about governing by doing nothing. When you reach the level of "giving without doing," you can date whomever you want. However, the difficulty of doing nothing is too great. For beginners, just remember to think carefully before you speak and act, and do what you can. Speak less nonsense and do less idle stuff. Every word and action should have a good effect on attracting girls, tickling their itch, like cleaning a woman's private parts or cooking a small fish – minimal effort, but twice the result with half the effort.

Strategy Twenty-Five: The Forced Approach. This isn't about guys studying criminal law before rapping. Gentleness and consideration have no effect on many girls; they'll usually think you're willing to be subservient. So you need to use force. Middle school physics textbooks tell us that the resistance to attracting girls is constant; the greater the force, the faster the attraction. Of course, when you use force, you'll encounter resistance. Your force must exceed the resistance, otherwise, the girl won't give in. To test if you can use the forceful approach, do a small test: she's walking hand-in-hand with another man on the street. Do you dare to cup her face and kiss her? If not, I suggest you use Strategy Twenty. If you dare, be careful, because this plan could easily land you in jail. Even if you don't go to jail, you might get your

penis kicked off by a girl jumping over the wall. Use this plan with caution! The twenty-sixth plan: Conserve your energy. If you're feeling listless while trying to woo a girl, then get a good night's sleep. You're thinking about her day and night, growing thinner and thinner, but she'll never know you might be growing thinner and thinner with someone else. Treat her like royalty to her face, but treat her like a pig behind her back. Go to sleep, and tomorrow you can tell her you didn't sleep a wink last night, making her heart race. A certain guy once said: "Those who don't know how to rest don't know how to woo girls. How can a guy who can't even sleep well woo a girl well?" It's safe to say that sleep is the only standard for testing a girl-wooing mindset. But don't oversleep; if the girl is already in someone else's arms, and you still have the mind to sleep, that's highly inadvisable!

The twenty-seventh plan: Soothe the child. To woo a girl, you first need to practice your voice on the Happy E-Clan's chat room. When you're ready to be charming, your eyes are green with envy, your words are slick, and your tolerance is high, then you can go for it. Girls always like humorous guys. How did Leung Kam-chung win over Fu Mingxia? According to Fu Mingxia, Leung's humor was hilarious. When a girl is happy with you, even if you try to send her away, she won't want to leave. I suggest organizing a Happy E-Clan guy competition; those who win can become proficient at wooing girls.

The Twenty-Eighth Strategy: The Matchmaker's Strategy: Without a matchmaker, Zhang Sheng wouldn't have been able to woo Yingying; without Wang Po, Ximen Qing wouldn't have been able to woo Pan Jinlian. The power of matchmakers is truly immense. Don't ask guys to act as matchmakers; there are too many lessons learned from being cheated. When I was studying, I discussed with a girl what the world would be like if Zhang Sheng wooed the matchmaker and Ximen Qing wooed Wang Po?

The Twenty-Ninth Strategy: The Honesty Reward Strategy. Su Dongpo advised his niece that the common methods of wooing women in the world are: "People come like autumn geese, leaving a trace; affairs are like spring dreams, leaving no trace." "Spring dreams leaving no trace" refers to the last of the 36 stratagems, which will be explained later. "People come like autumn geese" means that even wooing women requires honesty. Although women are sometimes called "foolish," their intuition is usually quite sharp; they can sense whether someone is honest or not. The *Book of Rites* says, "Sincerity brings success."

The thirtieth stratagem: The lottery player's cunning. Buying lottery tickets is for winning, even though the chances are slim. Wooing a good woman is about as difficult as winning the lottery. Some guys won't act until they see the rabbit, some spit blood and still don't catch the rabbit, and some even go bankrupt without sleeping with a single woman. But to woo the right woman, guys still keep going, constantly sacrificing themselves. Buying lottery tickets and reading 'womanizing guides' only calms the nerves; there's always that feeling of falling short. A simple probability problem: One in a hundred women has a great figure, one in a hundred is beautiful, one in a hundred is cultured, and one in a hundred is a million. A good woman is one in a million! A wise man's advice: winning the lottery is still winning, and dating a 60-point girl is still dating. So, maintaining a calm mind is crucial. My father, the principal of a medical school in Guangdong, said, "Get a job first, then choose a career." The same applies to dating: date first, then choose a girl. Better to have too many than too few!

Strategy 31: The Slightly Drunk Beauty Tactic. Alcohol is a matchmaker for lust, and a slightly drunk beauty is even more alluring. But you can't make a move when she's only slightly drunk; you have to get her completely intoxicated. As the saying goes, "Men have no chance if a woman isn't drunk." So, find the right time and opportunity to get her drunk! Forgive me, forgive me, I'm not teaching you to commit a crime! Drugging and raping is a serious crime! This strategy only applies when the woman is interested and reserved! Women are easier to handle after drinking. But nowadays, many men are weak-willed and can't outdrink women. This strategy has a proven track record of success. Look at Zhang Fenfang; I won her over after she was only slightly drunk!

Strategy Thirty-Two: The Flower and Cow Dung Strategy. Like a dung beetle rolling a dung ball, or Wu Dalang playing with a night owl, the level of the guy determines the level of the girl he picks up. Generally, that's how it is. Trying to eat a moth's flesh with a toad will only result in not even getting fly droppings. It's normal to envy a flower stuck in cow dung. But don't underestimate cow dung; it must have something special about it. At the very least, cow dung provides the nutrients for the flower to grow. A lazy bum marrying a fairy wife may seem glamorous on the surface, but who knows how much suffering he endured behind the scenes? A lazy bum who can marry a fairy wife is not far from a great man.

Strategy Thirty-Three: The Condor Hero Strategy. Guo Jing mastered the art of feigning simplicity, which is why he mastered martial arts and won over Huang Rong. Only those with great wisdom can use this strategy. I'm just mentioning this phenomenon. If you can truly reach the level of "great skill appearing clumsy," you don't need me to teach you how to pick up girls; you could be a teacher yourself. I've never seen a truly stupid guy manage to get a good girl. You see him as a fool, but he's just pretending.

Thirty-fourth strategy: The Monk Ringing the Bell Strategy. When a girl is lonely, she's bound to stray, so you need to be vigilant. Like a monk ringing the bell every day, you need to please her every day you try to get her. But girls are complicated these days. Even if you sleep with her every day, she might still throw herself at other guys. However, if you treat her well, she'll be less likely to stray. Sigh! In this world, a girl who doesn't stray is a good girl, sob sob sob…

Thirty-fifth strategy: The Dispersed Strategy. A gentleman never stores all his wine in one place, otherwise, the bottles will be empty when he needs it. The usual method is to store wine A in one place, wine

B in another, and so on… You only realize how few girls you have when you need them, so you always need to have some on hand. You, Zhang, have failed because you don't know how to use this strategy.

Strategy 36: The Drunken Strategy. After drinking, one speaks frankly, and alcohol can lead to impulsive behavior. If you lack the courage to confess your feelings to a girl, drink a little, just enough to get slightly tipsy. Avoid getting completely drunk, otherwise you'll need to use Strategy 20. Find the right balance in your drinking. Don't get too close to her when confessing, as she might faint from your bad breath and the smell of alcohol. If she's moved after your confession, you can take her to bed. Afterwards, you can legitimately call it impulsive behavior while drunk. This strategy is quite feasible, but if you have a low alcohol tolerance, don't embarrass yourself.

Strategy 37: The Love Letter Strategy. This strategy is only suitable for those with strong writing skills. (Elementary school level 1) Even recent graduates find it difficult. In today's world of scientific advancement, rapid changes, and ubiquitous internet, few people write love letters anymore. Everyone uses email; who remembers this ancient and outdated form of written communication? But it is precisely because of its antiquity that it stands out. A tender love letter is worth more than a hundred bombardments of emails! If you can't write one, just copy one. Love letters are everywhere online; ask Baidu, and it can easily find you hundreds. Even if none of those are to your liking, after reading them, you should be able to write your own. The thirty-

eighth strategy: The strategy of leaving no trace in a spring dream. Su Dongpo explained picking up girls to his niece like this: "The affair is like a spring dream, leaving no trace." Li Bai put it bluntly: "After the deed is done, I dust off my clothes and leave, concealing my person and name." And there was a senior guy whose name I can't remember who said: "I came softly, just as I leave softly, waving my trousers, not taking away a single girl!" A line from a poem he often recited: "Passing through a sea of flowers, not a single petal clings to me." The young man understood this principle well; walking was too slow, flying was much faster!

In Chapter Twenty-Seven of the Xiaocheng Collection, the most affectionate letter,

Zhang Zhijie finished reading the Thirty-Eight Strategies. His heart was filled with mixed emotions and profound feelings. He thought about how he managed to seduce Lin Na, Lin Yin, and Zhang Yurou, and realized he had unknowingly used the "drunken stratagem," the "slightly intoxicated beauty stratagem," the "forced marriage stratagem," and the "supermarket discount stratagem.

" It seemed this manual was truly extraordinary, with definite effects. If he could master all thirty-eight stratagems, his womanizing skills would surely be perfected, and he could definitely have a harem of wives and concubines like the eldest brother. Thinking this, he couldn't help but shout hoarsely, "I'm going to become a god!!" He

then suddenly stood up, but felt dizzy, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Was he studying too hard? Was he exhausted?

No, no, he had been squatting for more than five hours, which had impaired his blood circulation and made his body numb. If he suddenly stood up, even a god would fall over, let alone a mere mortal like him.

Hearing the commotion, Xiao Chong and the others rushed over and burst through the toilet door, only to be stunned by what they saw. Zhang Zhijie lay unconscious on the floor, disheveled, clutching the secret manual tightly in his arms.

He had a large bump on his head, but a faint, happy, and content smile radiated from his face. When Zhang Zhijie woke up, he felt a little dizzy, his head wrapped in gauze. It was a miracle that the fall hadn't fractured his skull; a mild concussion was nothing to him, and he would recover in a day or two. So Xiao Chong wasn't in a hurry to send him to work, letting him recover and study while he dealt with his personal matters before returning to work.

Zhang Zhijie was very grateful for Xiao Chong's leniency. Although he knew that life with Xiao Chong might not be comfortable in the future, he was willing to follow him because he knew Xiao Chong's abilities very well. The situation at Longxin Clinic wasn't optimistic at the moment, but he had a feeling that in the near future, the clinic would definitely be as prosperous as a bustling market.

Two days later, Zhang Zhijie's injuries healed, and his martial arts skills began to improve. His first move, a love letter, was freshly written for Lin Yin. (Time to learn again! Let's see how someone else writes a love letter!)

My dearest, most beloved, deeply loved, and most cherished Lin Yin:

How are you?

Perhaps my hurt has left your fragile heart still unhealed!

I know you're not having a good time. These past few days, I've been reflecting on my mistakes. I don't dare ask for your forgiveness, I only hope you can calmly read this letter.

In this quiet night, the dense green leaves of the Bauhinia rustle, like a sorrowful finger playing the melody of eight hundred years of days and nights. On this beautiful night, I have nothing to do but think of you. The hurt I've caused you is a sin I committed in a moment of foolishness, a sin I know is unforgivable. So please, God, punish me; please, save me. If you still have even a shred of love for me.

Alone and forlorn, I sit by the window, gazing at the bright moon in the distance. A line comes to mind: "May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles." I wonder what you are doing right now? Are you also gazing at this bright moon like me?

In this moonlit night, I wonder why the starlight has drifted into my dreams. In this early autumn breeze, I think of you again for some reason. Because I think of you, this ordinary night has become beautiful and melancholic.

The night is so beautiful. If you were here with me to enjoy it, how happy and romantic that would be!

I think of you quietly, calling your name in my heart, but I don't have the courage to call your name in this peaceful night. So my heart feels a gentle pain and a sweet happiness. Every time I think of you, I can't help but recall your tearful eyes as you left. And every time I think of you, I cruelly slap myself repeatedly until I'm unrecognizable, only then does the pain in my heart lessen. A moment of folly, a night of indulgence, and I lost the love of my life. I am heartbroken and devastated.

Several times, I've thought of ending my sinful life in the surging waters of the Pearl River Bridge, but I never did. It's not that I couldn't bear to leave this world, nor that I'm afraid of death. With you gone, my grief is greater than my heart's despair. Living has no meaning for me anymore; I'm just a soulless walking corpse. My soul vanished with your departure!

I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of you being all alone in this world, afraid you'll feel lonely without me by your side, afraid that the man you find will make you suffer like I did. I want your forgiveness, and I want to rekindle our relationship. Everyone makes mistakes, especially someone as foolish and confused as me. I really want you to guide me, to take care of me for life.

Without you, I feel so lonely; all my thoughts long for your company. Come back, my love, I cry out in my heart every night.

There's something mysterious called longing. Longing is a happy sorrow, a sweet melancholy; longing is a long lingering intimacy with yesterday and a beautiful yearning for the future; longing is a colorful but incomplete painting, a pure yet unsolvable algebra problem, a single-stringed zither plucking the beads of raindrops, a pair of oars that can never reach the other shore. You let me experience the joy of love, and also the heartbreak.

I hate myself so much! What possessed me to do something so beastly!

I know I no longer have the right to say I love you, but I can't control myself!

I only want you to hear the whispers of my longing when you're lonely, but only the wind whispers in your ears. I close my eyes, and there you are, asleep, asleep far, far away. How I miss the days when you slept sweetly in my arms!

The Buddha said that five hundred glances in a past life are exchanged for a mere brush in this one. I would exchange ten thousand glances for a single encounter with you, and then, with a heart as pure as a lotus, quietly think of you in some distant corner. Often, simply thinking of someone quietly is a kind of happiness, a kind of hope.

Love is a word of light, written by a bright hand on a bright sheet of paper, and your name is on it.

In so many days without you, I have gently called your name day and night with the softest voice in the world. I write your name, paint your beautiful image, and dream of your voice and smile. In my mind, you are like the sun, moon, and stars, a diamond, a dazzling spark, a bright lightning bolt, and the flames of a primeval forest.

Your name is my surname; I carve your name on the evergreen tree of life. As my longing grows, this tree gradually grows into a towering ancient tree, and your name grows larger and brighter.

For a man, love is only a part of life. But for a woman, it is her entire life. A lover's heart is always filled with the one she loves. I know I am your everything. I hurt you, adding wounds to your already injured heart. I truly deserve to die!

I have loved you for a lifetime. You are the only person I want to confide in, the last dream of my soul. I cannot live without you, for I live a life that is both for two and half alone. To the world, you are one person; but to me, you are my whole world.

I don't know if you still love me. I only know that if you are a stone, you should be a magnet; if you are a plant, you should be a mimosa; if you are a person, you should be the one I love most.

Because of love, the vast darkness seems to have the midday sun. I've conjured up countless beautiful reasons to prove love is innocent, yet your jade-like face always lingers in my memory; I've imagined countless sorrowful reunions and painful separations, yet my conflicted heart is always beyond my control.

Why are my eyes always filled with tears? Because I love you so deeply, and I deeply regret and blame myself for hurting you.

Only by persistently loving you can my life continue.

Love's gift is shy; it never speaks its name. It swiftly sweeps through the darkness, scattering a tremor of joy along its path. Hurry and catch up with it, seize it, or you will lose it forever.

There is a kind of fate called past and present lives. We are all human; who hasn't owed anything in their life? But how many are fortunate enough to meet "her"? How many have the courage to say those words while there's still time?

Among millions of people, I met the one I was meant to meet; in the boundless wilderness of time, neither a step too early nor a step too late, we met just in time. In this life, I have no choice but to love you like a volcano.

Once, a passionate love was placed before me!

I ignored it!

Now I deeply regret it!

I want to shout it out loud: I love you!

If you don't like this version, fine, I've specially tailored one for you!

Once, a most sincere feeling was placed before me—our love!

I didn't know how to cherish it—your deep love for me.

Now—I am immersed in unspeakable pain.

I regret it deeply—I cry, I laugh, I go crazy, I'm infatuated, I can't find my former self.

There is no more sorrowful thing in the world than this—I am the saddest person in the world, and also the one who loves you the most.

If God gives me another chance—one more chance to love you,

I will tell you—I love you, forever!

If God must give this love a time limit,

I hope it is—forever!

Wishing you happiness!

Love you, waiting for your forgiveness, Jay.

When Lin Yin received the letter, she was lost in thought in her dormitory. She was thinking about that heartless man far away in Guangcheng. She had told herself a thousand times, ten thousand times, not to think about him, miss him, or love him anymore, but she still couldn't control herself. However, thinking of the hurt he had caused her, she couldn't help but curse him bitterly: "Men are all the same!"

"Sister Lin, who are you cursing?" Her assistant, Xiao Zhang, knocked and came in.

"What is it? I'm annoyed!" Lin Yin felt annoyed whenever she saw Xiao Zhang. The reason was simple: Xiao Zhang shared the same surname as that heartless man. Moreover, Xiao Zhang liked to be mischievous and always joined in the fun, causing quite a few laughs in such a short time.

"Sister Lin, are you in a bad mood? Is it your period?" Xiao Zhang asked with a grin.

"Get to the point if you have something to say, otherwise get lost!" Lin Yin was in a bad mood and not in the mood for jokes.

"Hmm, it seems Sister Lin really has something on her mind. I wonder if reading this will make you feel better?" Xiao Zhang held up an envelope in his hand!

"What's this? Have you been paid yet? It doesn't seem like it's time!"

"No, it's your letter. The handwriting is strong and powerful; it looks like a love letter from a nice guy!"

"My letter? Who would write me a letter? You little brat, what are you gossiping about? Let me see it."

"Here!"

"..." Lin Yin knew immediately from the handwriting on the envelope that it was a letter from that nemesis.

"What's wrong, Sister Lin?"

"Take this and throw it away!" Lin Yin threw the letter back to Xiao Zhang.

"You're just throwing it away without even looking at it? Isn't that a waste?"

"Stop nagging, just throw it away!"

"How about I read it to you?"

"..."

Seeing Lin Yin's noncommittal attitude, Xiao Zhang took it upon herself to open the letter and read: "My dearest, most beloved, deeply loved, and most beloved Lin Yin, oh my god, this man is so cheesy! He even copied someone else's song lyrics, so tasteless... Are you alright?..." Finally, Xiao Zhang finished reading.

Lin Yin couldn't help but feel a little moved. It was really hard for him to write a love letter as profoundly as a self-criticism!

After reading it, Xiao Zhang couldn't help but burst into tears and was speechless for a long time. "Oh my god, I take back what I just said! This man is so talented! I wish this letter were for me! Waaah, this man must be as handsome as his handwriting!"

"Quite the opposite!"

"It doesn't matter. Beauty makes all the ugliness pale in comparison. With such writing skills, I'd be willing to spend my own money to pursue him! He wrote so well, I'm so moved. I've never seen anyone write love letters so well, so romantically, so classicly, so unforgettablely. Waaah, I'm a beautiful woman, why can't I meet such an outstanding man!"

"Little girl, these old lechers love to prey on naive girls like you. If you really want to walk into their trap, his address is on this envelope. After our car returns to Guangcheng, you can go find him!"

"Really? Oh my god, that's wonderful! Spending the night with such a romantic and beautiful man is my greatest wish! Sister Lin, you really don't want it? Then I really won't be polite!"

"...Who said I don't want it? Don't even think about it!"

"Tch, you fickle person! I don't understand what such an outstanding man would see in you. Look at you, you have no breasts, no butt, no looks... Ouch, my god!" Before Xiao Zhang could finish speaking, she had already received countless slaps from Lin Yin.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: An Uninteresting Story

The next day, at the same time, Lin Yin was still in her dormitory, but her mood was much better than yesterday, because of the love letter she had retrieved from the trash can and read countless times.

Lin Yin had to admit that this guy, apart from his incredibly slick and cloying tongue when drunk, was also quite skilled at writing. No wonder that little girl Xiao Zhang was moved to the point of being willing to give herself to him; his love letter was truly irresistible.

Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao immediately appeared.

"Sister Lin~~~~" Xiao Zhang called out in a voice so sweet it could kill an elephant.

"Ugh, please stop calling me that voice all the time, I'm not a man," Lin Yin said, covering her ears and scolding.

"Oh, I understand!" Xiao Zhang stuck out her tongue.

"What is it?"

"I have a letter for you!"

"Another one..."

"Hmm!" Xiao Zhang's reply was drawn out.

"Or..."

"Hmm!" The last syllable was even longer.

"Throw it away! Throw it in the trash can, this trash can!" Lin Yin pointed to a trash can in the room, her flickering eyes revealing her insincerity; she hoped Xiao Zhang would leave so she could pick it up and read it herself. Women are all concerned about their image, and Lin Yin was no exception.

"Don't be so heartless, Sister Lin! This man is so devoted! If you don't want to read it, I'll read it to you, okay? I've become his most loyal fan! You're so stingy, you don't want him anymore but won't give him to me!"

"Fan? If he gets you into bed, he'll tear you to shreds!"

"Oh my god!" Xiao Zhang exclaimed, clutching her chest. "I love men like that so much! He's gentle and considerate when he's dressed, and strong and powerful when he's undressed! Hey, Sister, you've tried it, you know so much!"

Lin Yin blushed immediately at the woman's persistent question and scolded, "I can't stand you, you little fangirl! Whatever, read it if you want!"

"Then I'll read it!"

"Okay!"

"I really read it!"

"Okay!"

"I really, really, really read it..."

"Are you asking for a beating?"

Xiao Zhang stuck out his tongue, quickly opened the letter, and read it aloud with deep affection: "My wife Lin Yin, how are you?... Wow, this is even more cheesy today, you actually bought the ticket before boarding the train!"

Lin Yin was also shocked when she heard this, but she still pretended to be calm and remained expressionless.

"I fell in love with you at first sight, and then again at second. I want to be with you for three lifetimes. Your captivating features, so alluring they bewitch my soul, always leave me bewildered, my heart restless and uneasy. If my maximum score is ten, you're definitely more than eleven, at least twelve. It's just a pity I hate the number thirteen, otherwise you'd be fourteen. And if you add your intelligence, it's more than fifteen. Sixteen points would still be too little for you, so I wouldn't hesitate to give you seventeen. I'm already eighteen, and in a few days I'll be nineteen, but I definitely don't look like I'm under twenty... My god, I'm truly impressed! This person's imagination is so high, it's a real shame they don't write fantasy novels!" Xiao Zhang couldn't help but admire this person to the point of prostration.

Lin Yin didn't express any opinion, but her heart was already trembling slightly.

Xiao Zhang continued reading: "I'll probably be twenty-one this year, but people tell me I'm already twenty-two, and even older. Do I really look twenty-three? I don't care how old I am anymore, anyway, I think about you 24/7. I guess you're not yet twenty-five, twenty-six is fine with me, twenty-seven is still a good match, twenty-eight is also a good match, twenty-nine is said to be the most beautiful age for women, thirty, cough, I'll consider it, thirty-one, I shouldn't be that unlucky! At thirty-two, I'll start to feel nauseous, probably related to breakfast I eat this morning, it's none of your business! At thirty-three, I'd rather sleep alone, it's okay if we sleep in separate beds! At thirty-five..." You'd be too embarrassed to accept my proposal, right? Thirty-five is old enough to be my mother, if we got married young! But I still want to give you thirty-six roses. You are my rose, you are my flower, you are my lover, you are my concern. But I've checked my pockets and I only have thirty-seven yuan left. I'm not kidding, all the money's gone! There's only thirty-eight yuan left in my account, because we broke up thirty-nine days ago. I had to call you every day, which cost forty yuan, but you answered and hung up, wasting my money, hahaha," Xiao Zhang laughed so hard he almost fell over, "This guy really knows how to brag, even calling me 'old lady'!"

Lin Yin smiled too, a forced smile. Damn it, daring to describe me as so old, just wait and see how I deal with you!

After laughing to her heart's content, Xiao Zhang finally caught her breath: "I'll always remember forty-one days ago, when I wrote forty-two vows of love for you, and forty-three kinds of forever I imagined, only to receive forty-four milliliters of heartfelt tears in return, plus forty-five sleepless nights. To be honest, I wrote forty-six lines of nonsense. Actually, you should start reading from the forty-seventh line, but you've already read to the forty-eighth line, so writing only forty-nine feels a bit strange. Last issue's special number didn't even have a single number, so let's just make it fifty, to round it up. Oh dear, he's still such a devoted lover." Xiao Zhang couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and couldn't help but sigh again: "I'm also a beautiful woman, how come I've never met such a romantic man before?"

Lin Yin suppressed her nausea but felt an urgent need to urinate and quickly went to the bathroom. She thought to herself: This love letter is really poisonous, it's forced everything out.

Xiao Zhang continued, "The fifty-first sentence is 'I miss you,' the fifty-third is 'I love you,' but the fifty-fourth is 'Will your anger ever end?' The fifty-fifth is 'When will you forgive me?' I haven't thought of the fifty-sixth yet, so I'll skip to the fifty-seventh and go straight to the fifty-eighth. Then I think of you fifty-nine minutes ago. I wonder if you've thought of me sixty seconds later? I've found a total of sixty-one thoughts of missing you, sixty-two reasons to love you, sixty-three reasons I can't forget you, and sixty-four romantic encounters like in a movie. Although I've also found sixty-five of your little flaws, thankfully I've also found sixty-six of your good points, especially your waist, which is only sixty-seven centimeters long. This will keep me captivated for sixty-eight years. Rather than saying 'I love you' sixty-nine times, I'd rather write 'I love you' on seventy pages. Anyway, we still have seventy-one years… It's so touching!" Xiao Zhang read this in one breath, his eyes reddening.

Lin Yin had already come out of the bathroom, but still felt her lower body suddenly wet. She couldn't help but wonder: What's going on? Was she moved again? "You useless thing! Why do you guzzle like that the moment you're moved?"

Xiao Zhang continued reading, "Please let me delay this job for seventy-two months. You must have more than seventy-three admirers, because I'm the seventy-fourth. But I'm going to commit to you for seventy-five years. Anyway, I'll pay you seventy-six yuan an hour. Even if it takes seventy-seven months to pursue you, as long as you can spend seventy-eight Valentine's Days with me, I'm willing to spend seventy-nine thousand yuan. After reading these eighty heartfelt words I wrote, I guess you're eighty-one percent sure you've forgiven me! He's so sure." Xiao Zhang's eyebrows furrowed.

Lin Yin sensed something was wrong and went back to the bathroom, finding a panty liner to prevent a flood. She couldn't help it; this strange habit of hers had started the night Zhang Zhijie drank. A moment of emotion, a sweet word, or a touch would immediately cause a torrent of fluid. This was usually a good thing for both of them, preventing even minor injuries during exercise. But now, alone, it was incredibly difficult. She really wanted to tell Xiao Zhang to stop reading, but she couldn't resist wanting to know what to say next.

Xiao Zhang, however, had no time to pay attention to her, and was instead indulging in her own fangirling: "Because you've discovered eighty-one charming aspects of me, and eighty-two reasons why you can't refuse to hold my hand. Even if you have eighty-four excuses to run away, I'll have eighty-five reasons to keep you here. Okay, I'll get a raise until I'm eighty-six, so please stay with me until I'm eighty-seven. Even if your wrinkles are eighty-eight times more than before, I'll still say 'I love you' to you eighty-nine times. We've already missed ninety street corners, ninety-one turns, and at the ninety-second intersection, how can you still not let me be by your side? To tell you my ninety-three unchanging affections for you. I can't pluck the North Star from ninety-four hundred thousand light-years away, but I'm willing to buy ninety-five pairs of lace panties you love and accompany you to see ninety-six shooting stars. Maybe I won't live to ninety-seven, and I won't be able to celebrate your ninety-eighth birthday with you, to give you ninety-nine purple roses on your birthday, and be the prince charming in your heart. I think you'll like me! Because I truly love you one hundred percent!"

After Xiao Zhang finished reading, she was already moved to tears, and she didn't know what to say anymore!

Lin Yin secretly rejoiced, thinking, "Luckily you only wrote up to one hundred. If you had written two hundred, I might have used up a whole pack of sanitary napkins today, and I would have needed an IV drip due to excessive fluid loss."

On the third day, at the same time, in the same dormitory, Lin Yin was still heartbroken and haggard from love.

Xiao Zhang came again.

"A letter?" Lin Yin asked eagerly as soon as she saw her.

Xiao Zhang shook his head, his expression very strange.

"Oh!" Lin Yin couldn't help but feel disappointed, but Xiao Zhang's next sentence made her both surprised and delighted, almost fainting.

"The letter didn't come, but the person did!" Xiao Zhang said with a smile.

"Ah~~~" Lin Yin exclaimed in surprise, and behind Xiao Zhang appeared her long-awaited rival—Zhang Zhijie.

Why was he here? It turned out that three days after sending the letter, feeling uneasy, he felt that relying solely on the love letter might not be enough, so he consulted Xiao Chong again. Xiao Chong gave him some pointers, and after Xiao Chong's repeated advice, he had an idea.

First, he found out that Lin Yin had been promoted to team leader of the train's medical room, with a male and a female new assistant under her. He immediately thought of the "Old Man Under the Moon" strategy from the Thirty-Eight Stratagems, and after making inquiries, finally obtained the phone number of the male and female assistants from the stationmaster of Guangcheng Railway Station. Men were out of Zhang Zhijie's consideration, for fear of theft. So he could only focus on his female assistant, Xiao Zhang. Before the letter even arrived, he called Xiao Zhang, explained the situation, and begged her for help. Finally, after promising her a set of Chanel products, she agreed to help him! Then, as soon as the train returned to Guangcheng, Xiao Zhang, acting as his double agent, called him, and he came running!

Lin Yin never dreamed that her assistant would betray her so completely over a set of cosmetics.

"You two can chat some more! I'll take my leave now!" Xiao Zhang winked at Zhang Zhijie, then closed the door and hung up the "Do Not Disturb" sign before smiling broadly as she tried on her cosmetics.

The door closed.

Silence fell between them, and the atmosphere in the room became awkward.

"Lin Yin!" Zhang Zhijie called softly.

"Who told you to come!" Lin Yin's face immediately darkened upon hearing him call her name.

"I...I came by myself!" Zhang Zhijie was completely deflated by her words. The prepared speech he'd prepared on the way here had vanished.

"You still have the nerve to come? Weren't you having a good time with SM? Keep going! I don't care about you anymore, do whatever you want. If I even look at you again, I'm a pervert!" Lin Yin said angrily.

"I'll never do it again!" Zhang Zhijie's attitude in admitting his mistake was very proactive.

"There's a next time?"

"No, no, I'll never do it again, I swear!"

"Your swearing is just like eating vegetables!"

"I..."

"What 'I'? Get out of here! I never want to see you again!" Lin Yin was truly furious. He'd come without any preparation, and couldn't even say something to soften someone's heart. He was incredibly stupid. "

I..."

"Are you going to get out or not? If you don't, I'll call security!" Lin Yin didn't really intend to call security; she just wanted to scare him.

"I'll get out, I'll get out!" Zhang Zhijie said, actually rolling several times on the ground. "I'm rolling, I've already rolled, please forgive me this time, okay, grandma?"

Lin Yin was just joking, but she didn't expect him to actually roll on the ground. Seeing his pitiful, bear-like appearance, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hehe—" Zhang Zhijie wasn't ashamed at all, but rather proud, grinning foolishly at her with a fawning smile. This was his strategy of working hard without complaint.

Lin Yin laughed for a while before realizing she had lost her composure. She quickly stopped smiling and put on a fierce tigress look: "Stop grinning like that in front of me, I told you to get out."

"Lin Yin! Please don't treat me like this, okay?" Zhang Zhijie pleaded.

"Hmph, how did you treat me back then?"

"I was just confused because I was drunk! Can you forgive me just this once?"

"Confused because I was drunk? You make it sound so easy! If I drank some alcohol and slept with another man, would you forgive me then?"

"You, you, I, I!"

"Look at you, you can't even speak properly! Are you trying to say that men who go out and have affairs are virtuous, while women who go out and have affairs are shameless?"

"Yes, yes!"

"You still have the nerve to say 'yes, yes, yes'? I don't see any remorse in you. Are you planning to forgive me today, then go out and have affairs behind my back tomorrow, and then when you like me, you'll pull down my skirt, and when you don't, you'll leave me aside?"

"No, no!"

"Hmph, I think that's exactly what you want. I could tell from the way you looked at Xiao Zhang just now, haha, those eyes, so bright and cunning, like a cat seeing a fish, a mouse seeing rice, a tiger seeing meat."

"No, she and I—"

"See, you're showing your true colors!"

"You've misunderstood, we really have nothing going on!"

"Oh, it's only been a short time, and you're all yours already! Young Master Zhang, you've got a quick way to get your hands on things!"

"Sigh, this time I'm really like a scholar encountering a soldier—I can't reason with him!"

"Scholar? That sounds nice, but what kind of scholar are you? Look at your poor, pathetic appearance, you've even lost that little official position."

"I—"

"Stop talking, just looking at you annoys me. Get out, get out!"

Zhang Zhijie was helpless. Seeing the current situation, he knew he couldn't reason with him, and besides, he had no point. He could only slink away.

Walking down the long aisle of the carriage, he thought resentfully: Going home like this? How pathetic! He couldn't ask the audience for help; Zhang had already given them hints. The only remaining weapon was the helpline. He had three helplines for friends and relatives. One was Shuangxi, but they were now a large and powerful family with hundreds of underlings fighting every minute. They didn't have time to deal with my little affairs. My brothers, sisters, and cousins are all good people and will try their best to help me, but they're not very educated and would only make things worse. My older brother is indeed good, and his methods are excellent, but wouldn't he laugh at me for being so useless?

Never mind, I'll choose C. I'm used to him making fun of me anyway, so one more time won't matter. After the call connected, he quickly explained the problem and asked for my opinion. My older brother is indeed the older brother; he immediately imparted a life-saving secret weapon—his unparalleled 39th stratagem, which isn't even in the Thirty-Eight Stratagems. This stratagem is truly brilliant! After he gave me a series of instructions, I promised him that I would definitely make this little girl fall at my feet again.

After hanging up, Zhang Zhijie turned around and went to Lin Yin's door, knocking very politely.

Chapter Twenty-Nine of the Xiaocheng Chapter: Finally Finished.

Lin Yin had scolded him, her anger long since subsided, but this idiot was completely oblivious to her thoughts. He actually left as soon as she told him to, and vanished without a trace. It seemed he was truly gone. She couldn't help but examine the tone of her scolding, the more she examined it, the more regretful she became. Even a hardworking old ox wouldn't withstand her scolding, let alone someone with his stubborn temper. Just as she was regretting it, there was a knock on the door. A flash of inspiration struck her, and she immediately felt overjoyed. It must be that nemesis returning! She quickly went to open the door.

"Lin Yin!" Zhang Zhijie stood at the door and called softly, but didn't come in.

"Why did you come back again? Haven't you scolded me enough? Want to come back for more scolding!" Although Lin Yin had already forgiven him in her heart, she couldn't let go of her pride. This was a typical woman's weakness—saying one thing and meaning another! But Zhang Zhijie's next sentence ignited her nameless anger, a raging fire burning within her.

"No, no, I wanted to ask where Xiao Zhang's room is?"

"You—"

"Never mind, never mind, I'll just go ask myself!" Seeing her like that, Zhang Zhijie knew a storm was about to break, so he quickly used his "fleeting dream" trick, muttering to himself as he walked, "This Xiao Zhang is pretty good. She's from the same clan as me, a nice person, beautiful, and has all the right curves. I'll go find her to comfort my lonely heart!"

Lin Yin, standing at the door, heard this and was furious. She wanted to rush up and tear him apart and devour him alive. But then she thought, she's nothing now, why should she care about him? Let him find whoever he wants. A dog will never change its nature, out of sight, out of mind. But it would be too much of a loss for her to let that little bitch Xiao Zhang get away with it. No, she absolutely couldn't let her get away with it. Even if she destroyed what she didn't want, it would still end up in someone else's hands.

Having made up her mind, Lin Yin rushed towards Xiao Zhang's room, taking three steps at a time. Before she even entered, she could already hear lewd moans coming from inside.

"Hehe, it's so itchy, so itchy!"

"Don't move, don't move, how can I get in if you keep moving around!"

"Ah—be gentle, be gentle, don't go too deep!"

"Hmm, I'm not worried, this isn't my first time doing this, Lin Yin and I used to do it all the time. Relax, once is awkward, twice is easy, three times will definitely be very comfortable."

"Ah, no, no, too deep, that membrane will break. Don't go any further!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

"Oh, it really feels so good!"

"..."

Lin Yin stood outside the door, getting angrier and angrier as she listened. Finally, she was furious, her anger reaching its peak, and she kicked open the half-closed door with all her might.

"You two adulterers..." Lin Yin could only utter half a sentence before she couldn't continue, because the two people in front of her were sitting neatly dressed at the table, at least half a meter apart. Zhang Zhijie was cleaning Xiao Zhang's ears.

"Sister Lin, what are you doing? You scared me to death! What if your man punctured my eardrum? You two will have to take responsibility!" Xiao Zhang complained.

"I, I—" Lin Yin murmured, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, alright, I know you two are in love and can't even leave for a moment. Judging from how eager you are, you probably won't be able to get back to your room. Okay, alright, my room is yours. Remember to give me a red envelope after you're done! I won't bother you anymore. As the saying goes, a moment in spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, you two should cherish it! Don't worry, I'll lock the door, no one can disturb you!" Xiao Zhang said, and without waiting for the two to react, he pulled the door, closed it, locked it, and that was it. The whole action was done in one smooth motion, without any hesitation.

Seeing Xiao Zhang leave, Lin Yin realized she'd been tricked and was about to follow when the door slammed shut, followed by a click of the lock. By the time she reacted and called out, Xiao Zhang's footsteps were already gone.

Zhang Zhijie, watching Lin Yin helplessly trapped in his predicament, couldn't help but secretly admire Xiao Chong's clever feigned retreat.

"What do you want?" Lin Yin, seeing Zhang Zhijie's lecherous gaze, felt a surge of panic. She'd seen this look before, and she knew exactly what he wanted!

"Hehe! You should know what I'm planning!" Zhang Zhijie leered, licking his lips with his tongue as he approached Lin Yin step by step, like the Big Bad Wolf encountering Little Red Riding Hood.

"You lecherous thief, don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll scream for help!"

"Go ahead and scream, no one will listen to you even if you scream your lungs out!" Zhang Zhijie said, already close to her, lifting her up by the waist and carrying her to the bed, completely ignoring the rain of her fists hitting him. To him, it was just a pleasurable massage.

Zhang Zhijie threw her onto the bed and pinned her down with a crushing weight. She struggled desperately, her arms and legs flailing wildly, her body twisting restlessly, which only made Zhang Zhijie feel more comfortable.

"Help—help me—" Lin Yin was screaming loudly when her voice suddenly stopped, leaving only muffled whimpers, because her cherry lips had been sealed by Zhang Zhijie's large mouth.

She realized she was being attacked and quickly shut her mouth, pressing her lips tightly together to prevent him from succeeding. He, however, was extremely patient, continuing to kiss and suck on her tightly closed lips. After a few minutes, seeing that she remained unmoved, he released her, gently pinching her nose with one hand. Lin Yin knew what he wanted to do; he was waiting for her to open her mouth to breathe so he could take advantage of the opening. She resolutely refused to let him succeed, refusing to open her mouth. But not breathing would cause suffocation, so soon her face turned bright red. "Hold on, hold on," she kept encouraging herself. Zhang Zhijie simply held her down tightly, watching her fearless struggle with a leisurely air.

Finally, unable to bear the suffocating feeling, she opened her mouth and gasped for air. It felt so good to be able to breathe! But wasn't kissing even better? The moment Zhang Zhijie saw her open her mouth, he immediately released her nose and pounced on her lips with a vengeance, his tongue following closely behind, deeply conquering her first territory.

Zhang Zhijie's kiss was wild, his tongue even more frenzied. The wet, soft, warm, deep kiss sent a shiver through Lin Yin's body, making her instantly weak. The textured kiss rendered her powerless to resist. He noticed this and softened his roughness, savoring her fragrance. She slowly and involuntarily responded to him.

A marathon-like kiss continued, lingering and tender. Just as they were about to separate, feeling breathless, Lin Yin suddenly snapped out of it, steeled herself, and bit him hard.

"Ouch—" Zhang Zhijie cried out in pain, releasing her and covering his mouth.

"Hehe, see if you dare bully me again!" Lin Yin couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.

"Ouch, ouch!" Zhang Zhijie covered his mouth and left her body, writhing in pain.

Lin Yin couldn't help but worry. She didn't think she had used much force! Could she have really bitten him?

"Are you... are you alright?" Lin Yin, being soft-hearted, couldn't help but ask him with concern.

"I'm bleeding! It hurts, it hurts!" Zhang Zhijie was still groaning, covering his mouth.

"Really? Let me see!" Lin Yin immediately became anxious and rushed to him to check his injury, but as soon as she pressed down on him, he flipped her over and pinned her down.

"You lied to me!" Lin Yin's small fists landed on him again.

"Hehe, how else would I know you care about me?"

"Hmph, vain, who cares about you!"

"Lin Yin, I love you!"

"You love many people, who knows who you truly love!"

"I really love you, you're the only one I love most!"

"Then will you dare hurt me like that again?"

"I won't, I promise!"

Lin Yin didn't speak, just quietly looked at this nemesis she loved so deeply and hated so fiercely. She didn't know what had possessed her, that she had become so hopelessly infatuated with him. His single eyelids weren't handsome, his big mouth wasn't pretty, and his skin was dark, but all of this combined created an irresistible charm for her. Although he often seemed clumsy and awkward, he was so meticulous on the operating table. She loved him, yes, these days, whenever she thought about being separated from him, no longer together, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and at night she would toss and turn, recalling every minute and second she had spent with him.

She hoped he would come to her and beg for her forgiveness, but unexpectedly, he wrote two love letters that moved her deeply, and then he came in person. At this moment, she outwardly scolded him, but inwardly she was overjoyed.

Seeing her gazing at him intently, Zhang Zhijie knew she had forgiven him, and without further hesitation, he gently kissed her lips. His hands, which had been so docile just moments before, began to wander, caressing her body.

"Mmm~~~" The long-lost sensation made her let out a soft moan.

Afraid of making any further mistakes or being disturbed, Zhang Zhijie, too lazy to remove his clothes, reached under her skirt and pulled down her lace panties, only to find a sanitary pad stuck to them, glistening with moisture.

"Ah? You're on your period?" Zhang Zhijie felt very disappointed; her period couldn't have come at such an inopportune time.

"No!" Lin Yin blushed deeply at his question.

"Then why do you need this pad?" Zhang Zhijie asked, puzzled.

"Why are you asking! It's all your fault, you bad guy!" Lin Yin said shyly.

"Hehe, that's good!" Zhang Zhijie knew Lin Yin had no reason to lie to him; if she said no, then she definitely didn't. Besides, the color of the pad didn't look like someone on their period, so he quickly lifted her skirt, parted her thighs, and that glaring black cloud, with the pink hidden within, came into his view without any concealment. He felt a rush of blood to his lower body, concentrating in one spot, which instantly became incredibly hard, pressing uncomfortably against his crotch. He quickly released it.

Lin Yin couldn't help but slightly open her eyes to take a look, and immediately felt her heart pound. In just a few days, this thing seemed even bigger and more ferocious than before, now standing tall and proud, veins bulging, staring at her with one eye, as if it were about to tear her apart at any moment.

She nervously grabbed his arm and closed her eyes, not daring to look at its ferocious appearance any longer. But at the same time, she also longed for it to quickly crush her and fill the emptiness in her heart. She yearned for that ecstasy, the complete union of love and flesh. This longing had been present in her ever since she received his first love letter, and with the passage of time, it had become increasingly unbearable.

For the two of them, foreplay was superfluous, because Lin Yin's body had already prepared itself three days prior. So Zhang Zhijie's entry was very smooth, so smooth that he didn't need to use any strength to push into the deepest part of her body.

"Ah~~~~~" At the moment of merging into one, both of them couldn't help but let out a joyful groan.

"Baby, I'm coming, are you ready?" Zhang Zhijie said softly while gently kissing her earlobe.

"Mmm!" Lin Yin looked forward to his arrival, looking forward to him running wild on her body.

He received permission and stopped talking, slightly retreating before using all his strength to thrust all the way in, and the skin of their bodies made a "smack" sound, playing a symphony of spring. Every thrust he made was with all his might, and every thrust brought her intense pleasure, a tremor in her heart.

He exerted more force with each stroke, faster with each thrust, stronger with each pumping, as if trying to squeeze his entire being into her body. The room was filled with an atmosphere of boundless spring, the sounds of skin colliding, panting, and moans that seemed to be a mixture of pain and pleasure, sorrow and joy, grief and sighs, all intertwined, forming a love song.

Chapter Thirty: Paying Off Gambling Debts with Flesh

. Xiao Chong saw that Zhang Zhijie had been gone for two or three days without any news, and knew that the boy must have already won back the beauty's heart and was intoxicated by her tenderness. Anyway, the clinic's business was mediocre, neither good nor bad, so there was no point in urging them to hurry up.

These past few days, business at the clinic had been particularly slow, like the bland soup Ye Yiyu made—a tasteless and ultimately unappetizing dish.

The weather was uncooperative, with torrential rain for several days in a row. Guangzhang Road, usually congested with cars, was deserted. Only a few buses were seen slowly making their way through the misty rain with their hazard lights on. Passengers on the buses felt no romance, because getting off meant immediate suffering! The roads and streets were flooded everywhere; who would want to travel in this awful weather unless there was something urgent? Pedestrians were a rare sight.

With the bad weather and no business at the clinic, the women all looked listless, as if their sex lives were unsatisfying. It wasn't that they couldn't go shopping in this weather, but rather that they feared the clinic would eventually have to close down.

Xiao Chong, oblivious to everything else, still spoke to them with great enthusiasm: "Either we close for three years, or when we do, it'll be enough for three years! Have you forgotten Wang Yougu? He sent us five million US dollars as soon as we opened. Although we've already made half, as long as you buy less Chanel cosmetics, fewer designer clothes, and attend fewer concerts, we can still eat like mad for three years. I don't believe that patients like Wang Yougu won't appear again in three years. So you don't need to act like your husbands have died. Just continue as usual. Your husband isn't dead yet. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you, won't I?"

"That's right!" The women, enlightened by his words, immediately regained their usual spirits. As long as he was still around, there was no problem that couldn't be solved.

"Huh, why am I trying to comfort you guys?! When did I forgive you?! Damn it, who's going to comfort me?! Humph, I can't be bothered with you. Do whatever you want, as long as you don't cheat on me. You can eat fancy meals if you want, I can only eat fast food! Go crazy if you want, I can only sleep! This adorable man of mine, so pitiful, nobody loves him!" Xiao Chong said sarcastically before turning and walking into his office without looking back.

"Oh, Fangfang, it seems Xiao Chong is still angry!" Wu Yuexin said in surprise. She had seen stingy men before, like her brother, but she had never seen a man as stingy as Xiao Chong. More than half a month had passed, and he was still relentlessly holding on. He was truly stingy to the extreme.

"If no one goes to coax him, how can he get over his anger? You're so popular with him, why don't you go?" Zhang Fenfang said, looking at Wu Yuexin.

"He... he doesn't like me at all! He used to be really nice to me, but ever since that incident, he's been so cold to me. He even hates me now!" Wu Yuexin said, distressed. Actually, her situation was relatively better than the other women's; his indifference meant he still cared about her, while the others didn't even get that.

"Sigh, I don't know how long he'll stay angry!" Ye Yiyu said helplessly. She used to find it incredibly annoying when he would steal kisses and sexually harass her every morning, but now that he ignores her completely, she realizes how unbearable it is to be without him. "

I wonder how he's been dealing with his personal problems for the past two weeks?" Zhang Fenfang didn't work at the outpatient clinic and had to go home to see her daughter after work, so she didn't know his whereabouts.

"Do you think he'd be so stingy as to solve it himself? He disappears as soon as he gets off work, faster than a bird!" Nami said discontentedly. Everyone else was being neglected, so he naturally couldn't escape it either.

"Fly? Where to?" Zhang Fenfang asked.

"Of course she's flying to that little bitch surnamed He's place!" Nami gritted her teeth in hatred at the mention of this woman who monopolized her man.

"Don't talk about her like that. She's helped Longxin a lot. Besides, she's a few years older than me. How can you describe her as a little bitch? She should be called an old bitch!" Zhang Fenfang rolled her eyes at Nami.

The women were speechless and felt dizzy for a moment.

"Hello!" Just as the women were laughing and joking, a clear and pleasant voice came from the door.

The women looked and saw a girl standing in the doorway, soaked to the bone.

"Is she here for a medical checkup?" Zhang Fenfang couldn't help but ask. Someone who came in such heavy rain must be seriously ill.

"Sister Fangfang, she's not here for a medical checkup! Look carefully!" Nami pointed at the girl and reminded her.

Zhang Fenfang took a closer look and was startled. This was the sexy girl who had made a bet with Xiao Chong that day. Today, she was dressed conservatively in black, like she was attending a funeral, but the rain soaked through her clothes, revealing her curvaceous figure even more alluring than in her previous light and refreshing outfit.

The other women stared at her blankly, lost in thought. Another woman had come to share their man. They felt only sorrow, not joy, and their faces turned extremely ugly. It was already crowded enough; how were they supposed to survive with this?

"Excuse me, is the doctor here?" Although the girl was a passionate person, she couldn't help but feel nervous in the face of so many hostile gazes.

"He's not here!" the women answered in unison, including Wu Yuexin. Anyone who wanted her to share their man was a fool.

"Oh, alright then, please tell him for me that I didn't break my promise and I came!" the girl said, opening her umbrella and preparing to leave.

"I'm here! Who said I wasn't here! Come in!" Xiao Chong glared at the women before beckoning to the girl. Since achieving a minor mastery of qigong, his senses had become incredibly sharp; no sound within a mile could escape his notice.

The girl, who had thought she had escaped this calamity and was secretly relieved, was about to leave when she realized she was still doomed. "Fate! It's all predetermined!" she thought sadly.

Helplessly, she closed her umbrella and walked towards Xiao Chong's office. As soon as she entered, Xiao Chong slammed the door shut.

"Sit down! Couldn't you have waited until it stopped raining?" Xiao Chong said, pointing to a chair and tossing her a large white towel, acting as if they had known each other for decades.

"The weather forecast said the heavy rain would last another week. I keep my word; I'm not a dishonest person!" the girl said unceremoniously, taking the towel and drying her wet hair.

"What's your name?" Xiao Chong stared intently at her shapely figure, a chilling glint in his eyes.

"Xia Xue!" Xia Xue gave her name without hesitation.

Xiao Chong couldn't help but secretly praise her; indeed, her name suited her perfectly! But on the surface, he teased, "But it's raining now!"

"Xia Yu is my sister!"

"Hehe, a good name, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, a perfect match! Where's your sister?" Xiao Chong asked, trying to make conversation.

"What's it to you if I'm talking about my sister? I'm the one who made the bet, not her. Let me tell you, you bastard, don't even think about touching my sister, or I'll fight you to the death!" Xia Yu said through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, quite fierce, I wonder if she'll still be this fierce after we've slept together?" Xiao Chong said in a lewd tone, pretending to be a rogue.

"You, you shameless!" Xia Xue said, both ashamed and angry.

"Look!" Xiao Chong grinned, pointing to his snow-white teeth untouched by cigarette or tea stains. "See? My teeth are perfectly straight! And all my women say they're beautiful!"

"You scoundrel!" Xia Xue cursed, but inwardly she had to admit his teeth were indeed quite pleasing to the eye.

"Stop babbling. Are you here to fulfill your promise? If so, hurry up!" Xiao Chong said impatiently, rubbing his hands together.

"...Right here?" Xia Xue knew she was doomed by this lecherous man. She figured she couldn't escape him forever. Gritting her teeth, she reached for her clothes to unbutton.

"Wait!" Xiao Chong said, then walked straight out. The women eavesdropping outside were caught red-handed. He cursed, "What's so interesting? Haven't you ever seen porn? Maybe I'll buy a few dozen so you can watch them all!"

"Pah!" The women spat at him and scattered. Xiao Chong called Wu Yuexin back and whispered a few words in her ear. She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed and left, returning quickly with a paper bag.

Xiao Chong carried the bag into the office, of course locking the door behind him; he didn't want anyone disturbing him at this moment.

"Take it off!" Xiao Chong sat back down in his seat, crossed his legs, picked up his tea, and looked at Xia Xue. He looked like a complete scoundrel.

Hearing this, Xia Xue steeled herself and reached for the buttons, but hesitated when her hand touched them. Despite her usual carefree and uninhibited demeanor, she couldn't help but panic at this crucial moment. Her hand trembled uncontrollably as it touched the buttons.

Xiao Chong simply stared at her with wide eyes, not urging her on. After all, it was a long day, and with the torrential rain, he was bored anyway, and watching a beautiful woman undress was a perfect form of entertainment.

Xia Xue dawdled and hesitated for nearly ten minutes before finally taking off her outer garment, revealing a black bra underneath. Her ample breasts, barely contained, half-exposed, jumped into Xiao Chong's view. He couldn't help but admire her ample assets; no wonder she dared to challenge him like that—she certainly had the capital.

When she reached for the buttons on her leather trousers, Xiao Chong's heart pounded. Although this girl was arrogant and willful, he had to admit she was beautiful and knew how to dress. Her long, wavy hair, like her personality, cascaded lazily over her shoulders, complementing her delicate features and creating a languidly charming look. A black round-neck shirt paired with black leather trousers, her full breasts, slender waist, well-proportioned hips, and straight thighs made her appear slim and tall, radiating youthful energy. The first time Xiao Chong saw her, he felt it would be a waste not to possess such an outstanding woman, and after a brief encounter, he was even more certain of this feeling.

Despite Xia Xue's reluctance, and despite her slow, deliberate attempts to delay, hoping for a miracle or divine intervention, she eventually pulled down her trousers. Her thin, black underwear was laid bare before Xiao Chong's eyes. The barely visible pubic hair and the creases at the bottom made his blood boil, his penis instantly hard as iron, and his entire body burning with a fiery ache.

She stood there helplessly, looking at Xiao Chong with a mixture of shyness and timidity. But the undisguised lust in his eyes was unbearable, humiliating, and so painful she felt like dying. Tears of grievance welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. Instead, she steeled herself and reached down to unfasten her bra.

Her breasts were full, white, and smooth, the pink of her nipples even more alluring. Looking at them, Xiao Chong felt a little dizzy; it was so stimulating! He desperately wanted to rush over and hold her in his arms, to caress and suckle those tempting treasures. But he suppressed it, struggling to control his rising desire. The result was that, despite his vigorous youth and nearly a month without meat, a stream of crimson liquid flowed from his nose. Only when it dripped onto his snow-white coat did he realize what was happening and frantically fumble for some cotton swabs.

Seeing his embarrassing state, Xia Xue felt a surge of pleasure in her otherwise distressed heart. Instead of concealing her proud breasts, she began to pull down her underwear, gently, little by little, inch by inch, moving it down. Even she couldn't tell if it was intentional or forced.

When her panties were finally pulled down, her mysterious triangle was exposed to the air. Xiao Chong could no longer resist and rushed to her, pulling her head tightly into his arms and kissing her cherry lips passionately.

She neither resisted nor dodged, simply numbly enduring it as if she were numb. Xiao Chong knew she was doing this on purpose, so he used all his skills to conquer her. Her lips weren't pursed, but her teeth were clenched, preventing his snake-like tongue from entering. After several unsuccessful attempts to force her way in, Xiao Chong resorted to a roundabout tactic, first gently sucking on her cherry lips, sucking them up and down repeatedly, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, sometimes teasing and licking them with his tongue, sometimes taking both her lips into his mouth...

Chapter Thirty-One: Only Doing What You Love (Part 1)

Xiao Chong, a seasoned veteran of the dating scene, quickly brought Xia Xue to a state of tingling, numbness and weakness under his masterful, deep kisses. The young woman, experiencing her first stirrings of love, involuntarily closed her eyes, her defenses crumbling under the weight of her shyness and embarrassment. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her teeth slightly clenched, and Xiao Chong's tongue, like a mad snake, plunged in, relentlessly ravaging her unyielding tongue. Soon, Xia Xue could no longer withstand this frenzied assault and completely surrendered, offering her tongue to him to lick and suck. As her body grew hot and aroused, she could no longer resist him, her slender hands unconsciously encircling his neck.

In an instant, Xia Xue felt her lips were soft and moist, a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. With a soft moan, she felt her entire body go limp.

Xiao Chong sensed Xia Xue's body softening further. He quickly embraced her tightly, intensifying his kiss to disarm her completely. His tongue gently entwined with hers, occasionally tracing its path across her teeth, and sometimes licking her delicate lips, causing Xia Xue to tremble.

After a passionate, wet, and lingering kiss, Xia Xue was completely defenseless, her body weak and limp as she leaned against him, awaiting his favor and blessings. However, she was disappointed.

He released her at an inopportune moment, leaving her feeling lost and a profound sense of desolation.

Xiao Chong wanted to laugh at her passionate yet unsatisfied expression, but he dared not, not daring to show even a hint of a smile, lest his desire to make this woman completely submit to him be forever thwarted. He didn't want to possess her now. If he did, she would feel at ease and think she would never owe him anything again. This kind of sex, which felt like paying off a debt, was not what Xiao Chong wanted. He wanted to have her body and her heart. So Xiao Chong just wanted to let him experience the consequences first, and then slowly and step by step, firmly control her under his control.

He suppressed the burning, hard erection beneath him, and cruelly released her gently. Then, he reached into the paper bag and took out the clothes Wu Yuexin had prepared. He dressed her piece by piece, looking at her tenderly, and said, "I'm a rogue, I've never denied it. Women are like treasures to me, and I will cherish them dearly. I want to have you, but I don't want you to give yourself to me with the mindset of paying off your drug debts. Even if I possess you, my conscience will be tormented. Your clothes are soaked; you'll catch a cold if you keep wearing them. So I asked Yuexin to get you a change of clothes. Don't mind; they're just as pure as you!"

Xia Yu was moved, but couldn't help asking, "Is our bet over like this?"

Xiao Chong looked at her, shook his head, and remained silent.

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't let me off so easily. Tell me, what do you want?"

"You misunderstood. The other day I heard you say you were a recent graduate from Guangcheng Medical University majoring in laboratory medicine, right?"

"Yes!"

"Heh, it's not that I look down on Guangcheng Medical University, or on you, but while laboratory medicine is a popular major, it won't be easy for a recent graduate to find a decent job."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to invite you to work at Longxin, to oversee laboratory work. If you think one person can't handle it, you can bring two classmates!"

"What about the salary?"

"Heh, Xia Xue is indeed materialistic, asking about money right away!"

"Do you think I'm like you? My family has seven members. My parents are both laid off, my grandparents are old and ailing, and my younger brother is still in medical school. The whole family relies on my sister's income. Now that I've graduated, am I supposed to let her support me?

" "Wow, your sister is so amazing! Then you really should share the responsibility!" "

Let me tell you, don't underestimate me. Even before I graduated, many county and township hospitals wanted to hire me, but I considered their offers were too low, and it was so far from home, making it inconvenient to take care of my family, so I didn't agree."

"Heh, I didn't expect my Xia Xue to be so capable!"

"When did I become yours! Stop babbling, how much salary do you want?"

"The salary of a director at a top-tier hospital!"

"A contract! Three years! Even if Longxin goes bankrupt, you still have to pay me on time!"

"Damn, that's ruthless!"

"How can I not be ruthless towards someone like you? If it weren't for the fact that my home is just steps away, even if you offered me the salary of a hospital director, I wouldn't bother with your little clinic!"

"..."

"Besides, working here, I can't avoid being harassed by you, you big pervert, and there's always the possibility of losing my virginity. I'm risking my life working here. Can I work without a contract?"

"It can't be that exaggerated, can it? Weren't you enjoying it just now?" "

You still dare to talk!"

"Fine, fine, I won't! I'll prepare the contract for you right away. When are you coming to work? I'll get the lab ready!"

"I'll bring a close friend. How about the day after tomorrow?"

"Just so you know, no guys!"

"Ugh! Can a guy even be close to me?"

"Yeah, with your tigress-like appearance, no other man would dare to be close to you except me!"

"What did you say?" "

..."

Xia Xue stepped out of Longxin Clinic.

Xiao Chong looked at the group of women chatting and gossiping, reached out and pulled Zhang Fenfang into the office, closing the door tightly, leaving the bewildered girls behind.

"Hey, when did Brother Xiao Chong and Sister Fangfang make up?" Wu Yuexin asked the two girls.

"I don't know either! She just said she couldn't be bothered with us!" Ye Yiyu said, equally puzzled.

"Sigh, do you know how the bear died?" Nami, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, asked helplessly.

"No! How did it die?" "The two women asked at the same time.

"You're so stupid!" Nami said, tapping the two women's heads.

"How are you so stupid?" The two women's question almost made Nami faint!

Xiao Chong pulled Zhang Fenfang in and rushed to hug her as soon as he entered the room, his hands groping her breasts.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Zhang Fenfang murmured, her

body going limp from his touch. "Help! Help! That little brat has me burning with desire!" Xiao Chong said, kissing her snow-white neck as he groped her.

"But not here, go to the room!" Zhang Fenfang didn't blame him; she was actually happy that he was willing to cling to her. He hadn't spoken a word to her for days, so soon she was soaking wet.

"No time for that! Let's take care of it here!" "Xiao Chong said, sweeping everything off the table and pinning her down with a pounce. He reached for her underwear.

"Wait, my clothes, I haven't taken them off yet!" Zhang Fenfang cried out, but her delicate hands uncontrollably climbed onto his broad back.

"I can't wait!" The more anxious Xiao Chong became, the harder it was to pull off her underwear. Frustrated, he ripped it with a "ripping" sound.

"Ugh, why are you being so rough? Have you never seen a woman before?" Zhang Fenfang was distressed by her expensive underwear.

Xiao Chong didn't say anything, but instead roughly lifted her white coat, skirt, and bra, spreading her legs wide and bringing his crotch between her thighs. He pulled off her pants and underwear and thrust his penis inside her instantly.

"Ah—" Zhang Fenfang couldn't help but let out a long, pleasant moan. The fullness in her lower body felt so good.

Zhang Fenfang felt incredibly good, and Xiao Chong felt even better. Although she had given birth to his child, her lower body was still as tight as a newly deflowered virgin's, perhaps because she practiced yoga regularly. He felt warm and moist inside, like soaking in a pool of perfectly warm water. This feeling made him thrust uncontrollably, and with it came even greater pleasure. The slow thrusting soon became incredibly intense.

Xiao Chong moved in and out rapidly, regardless of the situation. Zhang Fenfang wanted to scream but was afraid that her female companions outside would hear, so she could only desperately suppress it. But the more she suppressed it, the more painful it became. She looked up and saw an unused disposable tongue depressor next to her. She quickly grabbed it and put it in her mouth, biting down hard.

This was incredibly exciting. Doing this kind of lovemaking in this place at this time filled both of them with panic, tension, and an indescribable excitement, making them feel as if they were floating on clouds, oblivious to the time and place. Soon, Zhang Fenfang was sent to a climax by Xiao Chong's intense movements, but his thrusts remained strong and powerful, showing no signs of climaxing. The subsequent peaks gradually became unbearable for her; she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that her body went limp and her limbs were weak. She could no longer help but beg for mercy in a low voice. It seemed this rascal's bedroom skills had improved again.

Because of the torrential rain, Longxin Clinic was deserted. Undisturbed by the women, Xiao Chong naturally had more time to practice his qigong. In the past few days, he had broken through a small barrier and entered a wider realm, achieving some success. His already extraordinary stamina naturally became even more formidable.

Seeing that Zhang Fenfang was indeed unable to bear it any longer, he withdrew from her body and told her to quickly call Nami in.

Seeing that he had released her, Zhang Fenfang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If he continued like this, she'd be half-dead, if not dead. She quickly stood up, straightened her clothes, and was about to go out to call for backup, but she almost collapsed after only a few steps. Luckily, Xiao Chong reacted quickly and caught her.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Chong asked with concern.

"I'm fine!" Zhang Fenfang composed herself, took a deep breath

, and walked out. Nami quickly entered, surprised to find the office empty. Turning her head, she was startled to see Xiao Chong standing disheveled behind her. Her heart pounded when she saw the raging thing inside, but before Xiao Chong could give any instructions, she started to take off her pants. Zhang Fenfang had just told her that if she didn't want her designer clothes to be damaged, she should just take off her clothes as soon as she went in; the guy inside had gone mad.

Sure enough, Nami's pants were only half-pulled down with her underwear when Xiao Chong pressed her against the table from behind. A blazing hot rod pierced straight in, warm yet with a slight pain as it entered her body. Before she could fully savor the feeling of fullness, she felt empty again, only to be instantly filled once more. This repeated itself until she quickly adapted, and pleasure gradually surged within their tightly joined bodies, instantly spreading throughout her entire being. This sensation intensified with each thrust.

Xiao Chong's movements were frenzied, yet reason remained. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, three long ones and two short ones, all real and hard... various strange and unusual techniques were used in turn, leaving Nami panting and moaning incessantly. Before long, she reached her climax, but she was quite resilient, gritting her teeth and enduring until the eighth climax before finally letting out a soft cry that she couldn't take it anymore.

Xiao Chong looked down and was shocked. Her garden was already red and swollen. If this continued, a hematoma would likely form. So he quickly released her and let her go find Ye Yiyu…

Chapter Thirty-Two of Xiao Cheng's Story: Only Doing What You Love (Part 2)

Ye Yiyu was organizing medicines in the pharmacy when she saw Nami running up panting, saying that Xiao Chong urgently needed to see her. She didn't dare to delay and quickly put down what she was holding and went into Xiao Chong's office.

She was a delicate and beautiful woman, but Nami and Zhang Fenfang were equally beautiful, and neither of them could escape the fate. What about her? Without exception, she was placed on the examination bed by Xiao Chong. This time it was even more outrageous. He was already burning with desire and didn't even take off her underwear. He just gently moved the bottom to the side and thrust his spear.

"Ouch—" Before even entering, Ye Yiyu couldn't help but cry out softly, inwardly blaming the man for not knowing how to cherish her.

Xiao Chong quickly withdrew, moistened his garden with saliva, and then slowly pushed in again. It was too tight and not wet at all; after several attempts, he couldn't get in. His already engorged member was a behemoth to the delicate woman; just looking at it terrified her, let alone accepting it. Inexperienced in such matters, she was always dodge and weaving, which only fueled Xiao Chong's impatience.

"Can we do some foreplay first, boss?" Ye Yiyu rolled her eyes at Xiao Chong and said coquettishly.

"I can't wait! I'm so uncomfortable being stuck like this!" Xiao Chong complained.

"I don't care about you. If you don't make me comfortable, I won't let you have it easy either." Ye Yiyu said, even closing her legs together.

Xiao Chong knew this little girl was serious, and forcing himself on her would only make things unpleasant for both of them. He quickly tried to appease her by kissing her cherry lips, but she seemed to be in a rage, tightly pursing her lips to prevent him from getting a taste. But while she could block his way, Xiao Chong couldn't resist. He reached out and tickled her underarm, and she couldn't help but giggle. Seeing her cherry lips slightly parted, he quickly took advantage of the opening and began to savor them.

Ye Yiyu loved his kisses; when his thick lips kissed her, she always felt like she was floating on clouds, completely intoxicated. He kissed her only a limited number of times, always getting straight to the point. This made her feel uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't brushing her teeth properly, so she brushed them five times a day. She also thought she had bad breath, so she bought breath freshener and sprayed it on frequently. Later, she realized it wasn't her problem, but that he was just too lazy.

Under Xiao Chong's passionate kisses, her tense body finally relaxed, and she leaned softly against him, coyly responding to his caresses. Her top, along with her bra, was removed, revealing a pair of jade-like breasts, round and snow-white, like a bright moon rising from the thin mist of the sky. Xiao Chong's large hands cupped her breasts, the warmth of his palms like a burning fire that soothed her heart and lungs. His hot lips kissed her all the way down, across her neck and shoulders, then greedily suckling at her breasts like a baby. When his lips touched her luscious, red bud, his whole body felt as if it had been electrocuted, a strange and wonderful sensation.

"Boss, your foreplay is so good, why are you always so impatient! And count, since I met you, how many times have you kissed me? I'm not a prostitute, no one else has ever kissed my lips except you. Why can't you be nicer to me?" Ye Yiyu said to him with the last shred of her rationality.

"Don't call me boss, okay? It feels so weird! I'll be nicer to you from now on, and I'll give you plenty of foreplay, okay?" As Xiao Chong spoke, one hand remained on one of her breasts, while the other slipped under her skirt, past the lush black forest, and rested on the already moist petals, searching for the woman's fatal G-spot.

"You summon me at will, dismiss me at will, what are you if not the boss? Ah—don't touch there, I can't take it!" Ye Yiyu's weak spot had clearly been found by him, and her whole body began to writhe restlessly with the waves of pleasure washing over her lower body. Before long, her lower body was soaking wet.

Seeing that the time was right, Xiao Chong quickly pulled off her skirt and panties, spread her legs, and thrust his hips forward, easily entering her body.

At that moment, both of them trembled violently. Xiao Chong raised his head and launched his first assault. Ye Yiyu felt a strange pleasure, like being raped and ravaged by a wild beast, gradually transforming her involuntary moans into heart-wrenching screams, screams of unbridled passion.

The three women outside, hearing the commotion, exchanged bewildered glances, speechless. This usually quiet and gentle girl had shown surprising skill in this area. Wu Yuexin, inexperienced in such matters, blushed crimson to her neck, her heart pounding wildly inside her, making her restless and disoriented. The other two women, hearing the moans that seemed both painful and pleasurable, felt an overwhelming surge of sexual excitement. Their bodies, still parched from their recent lovemaking, reacted intensely, a cool sensation spreading through their lower bodies. However, the man's body was too powerful for them to easily control. So, while the sounds were intoxicating, they hesitated, secretly worried for the woman inside.

Stimulated by her cries, Xiao Chong's thrusts became increasingly violent. Xiao Chong looked at her face, flushed crimson, writhing restlessly in response to his movements. Knowing she was about to reach climax, he quickly increased the intensity and speed of his thrusts, hoping to prolong her pleasure. On the

small examination bed in the office, a pair of wildly driven lovers, driven by their animalistic instincts, clashed and pounded like taut bowstrings, as if trying to break through all the dark forces blocking their path.

Even the setting sun blushed, its round face turning crimson, staring in disbelief at the purplish-red shaft and the two running deer, dancing and pounding recklessly, as if the sweltering summer heat had been transformed into a cool, refreshing autumn.

Ye Yiyu's body trembled violently, her delicate features contorted with the overwhelming pleasure. He knew she had reached the peak of her ecstasy. He didn't stop; he wanted the same pleasure, so his movements remained strong, powerful, and fierce. Those wicked hands sometimes gently teased her full, high breasts, sometimes forcefully grabbed and twisted them, sometimes flaunted her soft yet incredibly elastic lower abdomen, down to her firm, sensitive thighs. Ye Yiyu felt a surge of suffocating sexual pleasure. Her body, which had just reached its peak, reacted again, further strengthening their determination and desire to break through everything and merge together. They rolled and danced on the small examination table like two large fish.

Xiao Chong gripped her smooth, delicate, and white shoulders tightly, his hot and firm lower body thrusting even more vigorously. Ye Yiyu held tightly to his strong waist, twisting and turning with difficulty and passion in sync with his movements. This was truly an unforgettable experience of pleasure. She had lost count of how many times she had reached heaven. She only knew that when a scalding liquid, as if it would burn her, sprayed into her body, her consciousness vanished.

Before the sweltering heat of early summer, torrential rains fueled people's desires for intercourse. The same sexual encounter, but with different protagonists, unfolded in another place

, enveloping Lin Yin's room.

After leaving Xiao Zhang's room, the two immediately split up.

Lin Yin went to the train station to request a three-day leave. She had never asked for leave before, and although the train conductor didn't understand why she requested leave so suddenly, he approved it without hesitation.

Zhang Zhijie went to buy food: red wine, white wine, yellow wine, chicken, beef, pork, duck, cream buns, char siu buns… a whole variety of things, costing seven hundred yuan.

What were they going to do? Idiot, you can tell from their purchases! They were going to practice their Yin-Yang dual cultivation in seclusion to celebrate their rekindled romance. Weren't they afraid of so much cooked food spoiling? Food spoils overnight in this weather! Who knows? Maybe they've lost their minds.

The two returned to Lin Yin's small room, gave Xiao Zhang a large red envelope, and told him to lock it with a big padlock. Everything was settled, no need to worry about anything else!

For the next three days, clothes were never worn by either of them. When tired, they would sleep for a while; when dirty, they would wash with cold water; when hungry and thirsty, they would swallow bread and red wine whole. As for the meat? Outside the train window, the train had been traveling for so long, who knew which Beijing-Kowloon line they were on!

Their battle was indeed intense. Lying down, standing, squatting, kneeling… they tried almost every imaginable position and every possible trick. For those three days, apart from eating, drinking, and relieving themselves, their genitals were constantly intertwined, even while sleeping.

This lustful couple was like a thunderbolt striking a prairie fire, unstoppable and endless, making one wonder if they were a nun and a monk reincarnated in a past life, frantically making up for unfulfilled desires in this one.

But, weren't they afraid of becoming frigid or impotent with such debauchery? Who knows? Anyway, a man who doesn't indulge in pleasure in his youth is a wasted youth. Youth is like a withered flower, blooming and fading away, it only happens once. If you don't enjoy yourself while you can, are you going to wait until you're old and have someone else push you around in your backside? On the third day, Zhang Zhijie casually turned on his phone

, and that quirky ringtone went off. As soon as he answered, Xiao Chong's roaring voice rang out.

"You little brat, do you even want to stay in this business?"

"..." "You think you can take advantage of me just because I gave you a little respect?" "..." "***, don't you get tired after all these days of this? Do you think I'll cure your impotence and premature ejaculation?" "..." "Come back here right now, or you're fired and never to be hired again!" "..." After the call ended, the two looked at each other. This guy was really something, he even knew they'd been having sex. Zhang Zhijie helplessly packed his things, and Lin Yin also started packing her belongings. "What are you doing?" "I'm going with you!" "What are you going with me for?" "Are you planning to cheat on me with other women?" "No, no!" "Hmph, you're so wild! I don't care anymore, I'm going with you. I've had enough of being on the train, I want to go back to a real life!" "This—" "You're turning your back on me now, trying to abandon me?" "No!" "Then that settles it!" "But the boss doesn't know if he'll agree to you working there!" "It's best if he doesn't, I'll just do nothing and wait for you to support me! " "Huh!?" "You promised yourself, are you going to renege on your promise?" "No! " " That's fine then! You wait, I'll go fire the train conductor first!" "..." The two returned to Longxin Clinic. As expected, Xiao Chong disagreed with Lin Yin joining Longxin. Not for any particular reason, but simply because her theory wasn't solid and her skills weren't up to par. He absolutely couldn't hire someone like that if he didn't want Longxin Clinic to close down early. Zhang Zhijie tried everything to persuade him, but he still wouldn't agree! The two were deadlocked, until Director Xia of the newly opened laboratory made a suggestion. She could introduce Lin Yin to Guangcheng Medical University as a special admission student to the nursing department, complete two years of theoretical study, followed by a year of clinical internship, and finally receive a nationally recognized degree. Lin Yin never dreamed that she could return to school to study while preparing to get married, so she agreed without hesitation. Zhang Zhijie had no objections, but he felt sorry for the more than ten thousand yuan in school construction fees that special admission students had to pay. It seemed he would have to work for Xiao Chong for free for several months.

Longxin Clinic was bustling with activity this time. Everyone, whether they should or shouldn't have come, showed up – three men and six women, a typical case of female dominance. The clinic rarely saw more patients than that each day, and they were all there for minor ailments like colds and fevers – nothing serious. Their income was only around two or three hundred yuan, barely enough to cover basic expenses. Although there were only nine employees, the owner, Xiao Chong, wanted to ensure they were well-fed. Vegetable costs were always over two hundred yuan, and with three meals a day plus a late-night snack, there was practically nothing decent to eat.

Even though Ye Yiyu no longer cooked and only bought groceries, she still had a headache going to the market every day. With the heavy rain, vegetables had risen to over two yuan per jin (500g), pork remained high at around fifteen or sixteen yuan, and chicken… Duck, goose, beef, mutton, dog meat, shrimp, and crab all saw price increases. Clutching two hundred yuan in the bustling market, she felt the money was so insignificant; it vanished before she could buy many satisfactory items.

Daily accounting was Ye Yiyu's biggest headache. Linlin's various expenses often resulted in a deficit, forcing her to withdraw money from the bank every few days, especially around the time of her monthly paycheck. She felt the pinch; at this rate, even a mountain of gold would be depleted.

When she proposed cutting expenses at the meeting, no one spoke, but Xiao Chong jumped up and shouted, "No!"

He said loneliness always begins, and everything will gradually get better! Based on his professional judgment, such continuous gloomy and rainy weather would inevitably lead to an epidemic of some infectious disease, at least an upper respiratory infection. If everyone seized the opportunity, Longxin would surely become a hit. Everyone shouldn't worry about having nothing to do; now they should eat well, drink well, rest well, and conserve their energy for a major battle.

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