[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 35

Chapter 103 A Battle Between Heaven and Man
The rain outside grew heavier, the raindrops pounding against the windowpane in the strong wind. A woman's voice calling for her child drifted from afar, but was instantly drowned out by the wind and rain. Shang Rong sat alone in the old house. He didn't turn on the light, letting darkness envelop the room. Only the flickering glow of fireworks spoke of the turmoil within him. What was Zi Hui doing at this moment? Had Qi Xiaoya gone home? Qiao Fei and her sister Zi Hui had probably resumed their "marital" life. And Zhu Hong, she must be reciting the Bible Zhang Caixia had given her. Right, Gao Yan should still be at the teahouse. He wondered if that little thing was there too. No! The little thing should be at school. She's a middle school student now. Was he really going to sleep with this middle school student? Her body was so tender. Shang Rong forced himself to endlessly think about each woman, afraid that if his nerves relaxed, they would drift towards Zhang Ming. However, Zhang Ming was like a lighthouse in a dark sea, impossible for a night navigator to escape his sight. Okay, then think about Zhang Ming. What is he doing now? Will he tell Lu Feng about his affair? Will Lu Feng still let the man out if she knows? No! Zhang Ming would never tell Lu Feng. Because he loves her, he won't tell her. Shang Rong sat in the darkness, his temples throbbing with thought. Finally, he sadly admitted that his biggest concern now was whether Zhang Ming could succeed, and if Zhang Ming failed, whether he could escape safely. If he couldn't escape safely, then he shouldn't be alive. Shang Rong was startled by his own thoughts, a wave of guilt washing over him, followed by a heart-wrenching pain that made him close his eyes. He had to admit that, in fact, from the moment he let Zhang Ming do this, his subconscious wished that Zhang Ming would disappear from this world forever. Shang Rong's mind flashed back to Lu Feng's heavily pregnant figure, recalling that distant afternoon when he first met Zhang Ming, and his brief romantic entanglement with Gao Yan. Shang Rong felt breathless, so he stood up and walked to the window. His gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness, seeing Zhang Ming walking in the rain. Soul Condenser. Where is that glowing robot? Tell me, tell me who is controlling this mad world. Let Zhang Ming come back safely. I've already gone back on my word, but there's no turning back now. If you can bring him back safely, I will continue to fulfill our promise. Shang Rong raised his wrist to look at his expensive watch; the green glow indicated it was 11 PM. He staggered to the bedside, collapsed onto it, muttering: "I've come to fulfill my promise. Take it, take my soul! I crave pain, preferably a fate worse than death." 4 AM. A sliver of light shone from a window of a two-story self-built house in the San Gong district, its flickering glow in the rain like a beacon for the entire town. Accompanied by the pouring rain, the faint voices of a man and woman could be heard, their sounds fading in the wind and rain. "
Dare you...?"
followed by the sound of slapping against flesh. A woman's scream. "
I won't...you..."
"I'll fuck you to death..." the man's
voice filled with exasperation. "
Ah...Chief...it's going to tear me apart..."
the woman's cry escaped. Another series of rapid slapping sounds, accompanied by the woman's sobs as if she were about to suffocate... The two bodies frantically engaging in intercourse inside had no idea that someone outside was listening to their lewd words. The small building, blurred by the torrential rain, looked like a reflection in the water. Fifty meters away in a corner, Zhang Ming, wearing a long raincoat, crouched and peered into the building. His large rain hat almost completely obscured his face, only his alert eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Thank goodness! This rain is just in time, please don't stop. How can those two be so capable? It's this late and they're still not done." Zhang Ming recalled how he had ejaculated so quickly on Lu Feng not long ago, and a surge of resentment welled up inside him towards the couple in the room. "Enjoy it while you can, the end of the world is coming." Zhang Ming thought to himself, glancing at his watch; it was already 4:30 AM.
He suddenly felt anxious. The wind and rain were so strong now, why wasn't he making his move? It would be troublesome if the rain stopped. He moved with a swift motion. Zhang Ming crouched low, hugging the edge of the wall, slowly inching towards the door. Just as he was a few steps away, a long, sharp scream came from upstairs. Zhang Ming jumped in fright and immediately froze. After a while, the building quieted down, with only the sound of rain hitting the ground. Zhang Ming leaped up, and a dark shadow flashed and disappeared into the doorway. Inside was a wooden door, closed inwards. Zhang Ming gently pushed the door a few times and found it was locked from the inside, though the gap was quite large. He reached in and groped around for a while, eventually grabbing an old-fashioned padlock. Holding the padlock in one hand, he carefully pulled a wire from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole, his mind immediately turning to Zhao Zhigang, the "Shooting Wolf." Picking locks with a wire was a trick Zhao Zhigang had taught him before his death. He didn't know what kind of psychology had led him to learn such a low-level trick, but unexpectedly, it actually came in handy today. After about five minutes, he heard a soft click from the lock in his hand, and Zhang Ming's heart leaped with excitement, as if he had accomplished a difficult feat. He didn't open the door immediately but listened carefully to the surrounding sounds before gently removing the chain from the lock. With a creak, the old wooden door let out a sigh-like sound and slowly opened a wide enough crack. Zhang Ming retreated to one side of the doorway, peeking out with half his head to look around. A shower of raindrops hit his face. He pulled back, turned, and slipped through the crack in the door into the stairwell. The sound of the wind and rain was blocked outside, and the stairwell instantly became quiet. Only then did Zhang Ming notice that his breathing was unusually heavy. He had to lean against the wall, forcing himself to calm down, inwardly berating himself for being so cowardly. What a waste of those years in the army! It was just dealing with an idiot, and besides, he had a gun. Was it really necessary to be so tense? It seemed everything was going smoothly. He should hurry up and finish; Xiao Feng might be getting impatient. Taking advantage of the moment to catch his breath, Zhang Ming scanned the first floor. There were only three rooms on the first floor, all the doors tightly closed. Zhang Ming had sneaked in and checked it out a few days ago, so he judged that no one would be there. Thus, he made his way up the narrow staircase in the darkness to the second floor. He knew there were four rooms in a row upstairs, symmetrically arranged on either side of the stairwell. Judging from the light shining through the window, the first room on the left should be where the two adulterers were having their way. He didn't know if the other three rooms were occupied; logically, they shouldn't be. Fang Yuliang wasn't stupid enough to have someone eavesdrop on such a thing.
But he couldn't be careless, just in case… Zhang Ming took a deep breath, bent over almost touching the ground, and silently made his way upstairs. At this moment, the

second- floor corridor was pitch black. Using the faint reflection from the glass windows, Zhang Ming felt his way to several doors, pressing his ear against them to listen carefully. Except for the faint snoring from the first door on the left, he concluded that the other three rooms were unoccupied. It seemed that besides himself, there was only one man and one woman in this building.

Zhang Ming's heart gradually calmed down, replaced by a strange excitement, like a hunter who had identified his prey. He immediately took action. First, he took a piece of rope from his pocket and tied one end to the steel railing of the staircase three or four steps from the top, and the other end to the railing opposite. The rope was about twenty centimeters off the ground. This was a method he had learned from a book. He hoped the kid wouldn't fall to his death; otherwise, he wouldn't have completed his boss's task, because his boss didn't want him to die. After tying the rope, Zhang Ming glanced at the dark, narrow staircase. The stairs were steep, but not high; a man falling from them shouldn't be in mortal danger. Zhang Ming seemed satisfied. He crouched down and crept under the window of the first room on the left, finding the protruding beam. He tested hiding behind it; it fit perfectly, just enough to cover his entire body. He took a few deep breaths. Everything was about to begin. Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the corridor outside, but unfortunately, there was no thunder.

But Zhang Ming didn't have time to wait for the thunder. The sound of this gun wouldn't be too loud, like a firecracker; the wind and rain would easily mask it.
Zhang Ming pulled out his Type 4 pistol from his pocket. With a slight click, a bullet slid into the chamber.
He gripped the gun in one hand, crouched, and moved to the door. He took a deep breath, then raised his free hand and knocked three times on the door, neither too hard nor too soft. He then stepped back two paces, retreating behind a pillar, gripping the gun with both hands, and listening intently to any sounds from inside.
It seemed like a year had passed. Just as Zhang Ming was about to peek out, he heard the door open, and then a man seemed to stand in the doorway, asking into the darkness, "Who is it?"
There was no other sound except for the wind and rain outside. The man seemed to mutter something before closing the door.
Zhang Ming held his breath for three or four minutes, then slowly moved from behind the pillar to the door again, knocked briefly twice more, and then quickly hid behind the pillar again.
This time, it didn't take long. Almost as soon as Zhang Ming hid, the door opened, followed by an angry voice breaking the silence of the hallway.
"Who is it! You want to die, you motherfucker?
" However, the only response was the sound of wind and rain.
The man cursed and slammed the door shut again. Immediately afterward, a beam of light shone through the window, illuminating a section of the hallway three or four meters long.
The lights in the room had been turned on.
Zhang Ming crouched down and carefully moved to the window. He heard voices inside. "Could it be one of your colleagues playing a prank..."
came a woman's sleepy voice.
"Damn it, don't let me catch him, or I'll beat him up..." came
a man's vicious voice, followed by a woman's soft cry: "Oh! Stop touching me, I'm so sleepy.
" Zhang Ming didn't listen any longer. He firmly raised his hand and knocked on the door a third time. This time, he didn't hide behind the pillar again. Instead, he stood pressed against the inner wall, gripping the pistol tightly in his hand.
Almost as soon as Zhang Ming finished knocking, a man inside roared, and the door slammed open. A dark figure darted out, turned, and chased after the man down the stairs, as if determined to catch the invisible one. A
scream followed, then the sound of the man tumbling down the stairs.
Zhang Ming thought to himself, "This method really works. I hope it didn't break his neck."
With that thought, he quickly rushed to the bottom of the stairs, a beam of light shining from his hand onto the body writhing in pain on the ground.
The man was only wearing shorts, his upper body bare, and he looked like he'd taken a serious fall.
Zhang Ming was remarkably calm, a calmness that surprised even himself. Everything was so simple, like a prank, like a completed work, like a scene from a movie.
Life is a big stage, everyone is an actor, only my performance has no audience. Let it all end quickly.
Zhang Ming took a few steps down the stairs to get closer to his prey, then slowly raised the muzzle of his gun.
Just then, the man on the ground seemed to sense the gravity of the situation. He turned towards the light, looked at the tall, dark figure standing on the stairs, and asked in terror, "You...you are..."
Suddenly, based on his professional experience, although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he clearly recognized what the dark figure was holding.
"You...what do you want to do..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp gunshot rang out, and the man on the ground let out a blood-curdling scream.
Damn it, he hadn't expected this beforehand; a scream could be louder than a gunshot.
Before the man's scream subsided, another "bang" rang out. This time, the man didn't scream loudly, but rather groaned in pain, his voice filled with fear and despair.
Zhang Ming had already reached the bottom of the stairs when he fired the second shot. He looked down at the man curled up on the ground, his hands tightly wrapped around his knees, his whole body arched like a shrimp.
This is the position a person is in when they are in the womb; this position gives a sense of security.
Zhang Ming switched off his miniature flashlight, leaving the man groaning in the darkness, and quickly ran through the doorway, plunging into the wind and rain. It
was all over. He hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. He was about to be free. He just needed to cross the courtyard, run another five hundred meters, and someone would be there to meet him—maybe Map, maybe Jianbin.
He hoped it would be Jianbin, because he thought Jianbin was a clever young man who wouldn't mess things up.
Just as Zhang Ming was almost at the courtyard gate, suddenly, a woman's scream came from inside the building. The tone was more piercing than the man's scream, seemingly echoing throughout the town in the damp air.
Hearing the woman's scream, Zhang Ming suddenly slowed down, finally stopping three or four meters from the gate.
"Make sure he never has any impure thoughts when he sees a beautiful woman again.
" The woman's scream instantly reminded Zhang Ming of his boss's last words.
How could he have forgotten this? If he left like this, wouldn't his boss blame him for not completing the mission? Having accepted the order, he had to carry it out without fail; there was no time for hesitation.
Thinking this, Zhang Ming resolutely turned around and ran back towards the small building.

Chapter 2: Dawn After the Rain
As soon as Zhang Ming entered, he bumped into someone.
With a woman's terrified scream, Zhang Ming pushed her several steps away with one hand. He shone his flashlight on her and saw a disheveled woman leaning against the opposite wall.
She was only wearing a tight vest, highlighting her rapidly heaving breasts, and was holding a coat she hadn't had time to put on.
"Don't...don't kill me...I...I don't know anything..."
The woman's voice trembled in the darkness, almost incoherent.
This woman was trying to sneak away as soon as she saw the man was in trouble.
Although she had let the man enter her body not long ago, she was now completely indifferent to the man lying on the ground.
What a heartless bitch!
Zhang Ming suddenly felt a surge of disgust towards the strange woman and snapped, "Lie still on the ground, or I'll shoot you dead.
" Without waiting to see if the woman in the darkness obeyed, he turned and strode up the stairs.
In the flashlight's beam, the man on the ground was still curled up as before, his groans now replaced by sobs.
When he felt the light return, his fear reached its peak.
Although he had felt waves of pain, he knew the assassin had escaped. Now, the assassin's sudden return was obvious.
He struggled to his feet, dragging his legs backward until he hit the wall, realizing he had no way out.
He pleaded desperately to the shadowy figure before him, his voice hoarse, "Please... spare my life..."
followed by a series of desperate, gasping sobs.
Zhang Ming stared at the man before him, thinking: "A police station chief, someone who's handled a gun before, how come he's such a coward? Dealing with a man like this is so pointless."
Zhang Ming felt a bit deflated. He said impatiently to the trembling man, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. But you like messing around with women, right? I have to help you kick that addiction.
" As he spoke, he walked up to the man, kicked his legs wide open, and focused the flashlight beam on the man's crotch, clearly revealing the bulge of flesh on his tight pants.
Before the man could react, with a sharp crack, a bright flower seemed to bloom between his legs.
This time, there was no pig-like scream, just a low groan, and the man had already passed out before the flashlight went out.
Now he had thoroughly completed the task assigned by his boss.
As Zhang Ming pondered this, he quickly returned downstairs, shining his flashlight on the spot where the woman had been standing. To his astonishment, he saw her lying face down on the ground, her skirt lifted, revealing her bare buttocks. She hadn't even bothered to pull it down. In the brief moment
Zhang Ming's flashlight and eyes caught sight of the woman, he was already out of the doorway, but his mind, like a photographic film, retained the image of her smooth, bare buttocks, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
However, this smile was destined to remain.
Just as Zhang Ming reached within five or six meters of the courtyard gate, several intense beams of light suddenly shone in from outside, blinding him to everything except the dense raindrops hanging before him like a curtain of water. "
Damn it!" Zhang Ming muttered, and simultaneously, out of instinct, he fired two shots at the imagined figures behind the beams of light. Zhang Ming seemed to hear a scream from the other side. "
Hit one! These idiots, daring to shine a flashlight on me!"
Faced with the sudden situation, Zhang Ming was surprised but not intimidated, though a pang of regret welled up inside him.
Having received military training, Zhang Ming's emotions didn't affect his actions. His two preemptive shots bought him precious seconds. With a quick roll, he was several meters away. His gaze swept towards the gate; the lights were all out.
It seemed the gate was out of the question; he had to find a way to retreat inside and climb out of a window.
"He has a gun! Fire!"
The people on the other side seemed to only then realize what was happening. With a shout, a deafening burst of gunfire erupted through the wind and rain. Zhang Ming felt several bullets whizzing past his head; he even heard the hissing of hot bullets hitting raindrops.
These idiots didn't know their location.
He had to leave immediately; in a few minutes, a large number of police reinforcements would arrive, and even if he had wings, he wouldn't be able to escape the courtyard.
In the brief lull between the volleys of fire from the opposite side, Zhang Ming sprang to his feet, sprinting towards the doorway of the small building while firing three shots back towards the gate.
Just as he was about to reach the doorway, a sudden burst of bullets pierced the rain from behind. Zhang Ming felt a burning pain in his lower back, and his body lurched forward, collapsing in front of the doorway.
He'd been hit! Those sons of bitches had hit him.
Zhang Ming lay motionless on the ground for a few seconds, trying to arch his back, but his body was too weak to move. He could only crawl forward.
Bullets were still whizzing over his head. When he finally reached the steps of the doorway, the gunfire stopped.
Suddenly, he clearly heard hurried footsteps and heavy breathing behind him.
He couldn't let them catch him. The boss wouldn't agree; his condition for taking care of Lu Feng and the child was that he had to leave this world.
The footsteps grew closer.
"Absolutely not..." Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and pushed himself up from the ground, sitting up against the wall. His hand trembled as he pulled a small flashlight from his pocket. A thin beam of light pierced the rain, illuminating several running figures. With his last ounce of strength, Zhang Ming frantically pulled the trigger at his imagined enemies, eliciting an even more intense barrage of gunfire.
Zhang Ming felt as if the bullets had eyes, each one aimed directly at him, piercing deep into his body, making him feel almost boiling with heat.
Before losing consciousness, he only managed to utter two words: "Xiao Feng.
" It was exactly 5:00 AM.
The rain gradually subsided.

Chapter 3: Combined Investigation.
The phone on the bedside table rang countless times, its screen flickering incessantly, seemingly trying to wake the sleeping man.
The vibrating phone moved from the center of the cabinet to the edge, almost falling to the floor, when the caller's persistence seemed to finally move the man on the bed. He stirred a few times, muttering something in his sleep.
Then he slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, as if trying to recall something. A few seconds later, his thoughts finally connected with reality through the sound of the phone, and a flood of information instantly overwhelmed him.
Shang Rong sat on the bed, staring at the faintly glowing phone, his expression somewhat dazed.
Something's not right! Why don't I feel anything? I remember waking up last year almost half-dead, but this time… He twisted his neck and moved his body, feeling no discomfort whatsoever, except for a slightly sluggish mind. He even felt incredibly energetic.
Did they terminate their contract with him? Would he no longer have to sleep alone here? I heard this place is going to be demolished. I wonder where that machine will send them next year to gather their souls. If only it were just a deep sleep like last night.
The phone stopped ringing for a moment, then attacked again, this time with unusual urgency, like a summons.
Zhang Ming.
The moment that name appeared in Shang Rong's mind, his hand was already gripping the phone.
A man's hurried voice came from the phone, echoing in the silent room.
Dense gunfire? Did he go in and not come out? Is the yard already on guard? Shang Rong processed these familiar yet unfamiliar pieces of information in his mind, then focused his attention on one thing:
Was Zhang Ming dead or alive?
But the person on the phone couldn't provide him with accurate information.
He had to take action.
"Take Lu Feng, all of you go to the villa. No one is allowed to leave without my permission.
" Shang Rong heard his own voice, which sounded both harsh and unfamiliar, but it was completely clear.
The rain had completely stopped, and a long police cordon had been set up around the entire courtyard, with an armed policeman every ten meters or so.
The open space outside the courtyard was crowded with police cars, their flashing lights making it impossible to tell whether it was morning or night.
Inside the courtyard, four or five people were busy around Zhang Ming, who was sitting against the wall. Some were taking pictures, some were taking measurements, and some were searching for spent bullet casings on the ground... In short, Zhang Ming had never had so many people working for him in his entire life.
He didn't seem to appreciate it. He sat there stiffly, his raincoat open, his hood askew, his eyes half-closed, a mischievous smile on his face.
His face looked as if he'd just washed it, and there wasn't a trace of blood on him.
A policeman was taking notes from the shivering woman.
An ambulance sped out of the courtyard gate, followed by several police cars with flashing lights stopping outside the police cordon.
One of the police cars drove right up to the courtyard gate before stopping.
Qi Shundong got out of the car, followed by Chen Guodong and a group of criminal investigators.
Qi Shundong solemnly surveyed his surroundings, like a general surveying a smoke-filled battlefield.
Zhang Lang, deputy director of the San Gong Police Station, quickly ran to Qi Shundong, saluted, and reported, "Chief, the criminal has been killed.
" Qi Shundong nodded and asked, "What are our casualties?"
Zhang Lang said gravely, "One comrade was killed, and another was seriously injured and has been sent to the hospital for treatment.
" He then realized a major flaw in his statement and quickly added, "Chief Fang was also shot three times, but his life is not in danger; he has already been sent to the hospital.
" Qi Shundong's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he cursed inwardly: "That son of a bitch, he doesn't even have a chance to be a martyr."
He then walked away from the crowd and headed into the courtyard, asking as he went, "Has the identity of the murderer been confirmed?"
"It has.
" Zhang Lang quickly followed Qi Shundong, taking out a piece of paper and reading, "The deceased was named Zhang Ming, from Gansu, a demobilized soldier, and before his death, a senior executive at the entertainment center owned by Huiya Company.
" Qi Shundong seemed not to be paying attention to Zhang Lang's report; his eyes were drawn to Zhang Ming sitting there.
A demobilized soldier. "
We're all veterans, we all share the same character, we'd rather die than fall. "
Qi Shundong looked at Zhang Ming, seemingly filled with mixed emotions. This was all Shang Rong's doing, blatantly defying the state apparatus, truly lawless.
"Investigate all of Zhang Ming's social connections in this city, monitor key personnel, and resume surveillance of Shang Rong starting today..."
Qi Shundong issued a series of orders to Zhang Lang.
Zhang Lang stood there, stunned. Had the director lost his mind? He finally managed to say, "Director, this case has already been handed over to the Municipal Criminal Investigation Team, I..."
Qi Shundong seemed to realize what was happening, looking at Zhang Lang seriously and saying, "Comrade Zhang Lang, from now on you are the deputy captain of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Team. The paperwork will be completed soon, and you will be in charge of the investigation.
" Zhang Lang slapped his knees together, said "Yes!"
and turned to dispatch his troops. Behind Qi Shundong, Chen Guodong, the captain of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Team, chuckled awkwardly.
Qi Shundong turned to look at him and said, "Guodong, let's have a case analysis meeting later. Some cases should have been investigated together a long time ago.
" Chen Guodong said with a forced smile, "Chief, I think the case of the fish soup thrown in your face and this case should be combined. The murderer fired with your gun.
" Qi Shundong's face turned red, and he cursed Chen Guodong's ancestors in his heart. He said, "Let the technical staff handle the weapon.
You go and do your work. I still need to report the case to Director Li Changnian.
" After saying that, he walked towards the gate of the courtyard.
Chen Guodong looked at Qi Shundong's back and thought, "Isn't it a bit too early to show off? Not to mention that Director Zhang hasn't stepped down yet, even if you sit on the director's seat, I might not necessarily lick your boots.
" "Captain Chen, you're so engrossed in thinking about the case!"
Chen Guodong was slightly startled and turned around. It turned out that it was Li Manyuan, the internal affairs officer of Sangong Police Station, looking at him.
Immediately, she beamed and said, "I was just starting to think of something when you scared it all away. Now, in front of a beauty like you, I can't remember anything at all.
" Li Manyuan smiled faintly, then said seriously, "Captain Chen, last time you came to the San Gong Police Station to investigate the case of the assault on Director Qi, but you didn't find a single clue in Director Qi's case. Instead, you discovered my relationship with Director Qi, and you even spread it around the station so everyone knows.
Captain Chen, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for Director Qi, or have I, Li Manyuan, done something to offend you?
" Chen Guodong never expected this woman to ask him such a question at this time and place. He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.
Everyone said Li Manyuan was a formidable character, and today he had truly experienced it. He would definitely stay away from women like her in the future.

Chapter 4: Making Final Arrangements
Shang Rong returned home at six o'clock in the morning.
Aunt Yang was already up and busy in the kitchen. Zhu Hong, wearing her pajamas, was coming downstairs when she saw the man enter from outside. She quickly went to greet him, took his coat, and casually asked, "Did you just get back or did you go out for a stroll?
" Normally, Shang Rong might have taken advantage of a woman when no one was around, but today he had no such intention. He didn't even answer the woman's question, simply saying curtly, "Go wake them all up. I have something to say.
" He then ignored the woman and went straight upstairs to Zi Hui's bedroom.
Since regaining her memory, Zi Hui had quickly resumed her close friendship with Qiao Fei, and their relationship seemed to have deepened. Whenever Shang Rong wasn't home, the two always slept together.
At this moment, Shang Rong looked at the two embracing bodies sleeping in the blankets and couldn't help but shake his head.
Zi Hui is like a different person now. Although her body and memory have fully recovered, she hasn't gone to work. Shang Rong has urged her several times to take a look at the company's business, but the woman seems to have lost all interest in it. She doesn't go out all day, staying home reading fashion magazines and endlessly watching Korean dramas on TV, as if she's given up on business altogether.
Shang Rong attributes this to the woman's unhealed emotional wounds, so he doesn't force her anymore, letting her kill time as she pleases.
Meanwhile, Shang Rong had considered involving Xiao Ya in the management of the head office, but based on Fatty Wang Shili's reaction—Xiao Ya had already taken the initiative to inquire about the company's business before Shang Rong even gave the word—
this made Shang Rong somewhat suspicious.
Since Qi Shundong's accident, Shang Rong has been very cautious with Xiao Ya, trying his best not to mention Qi Shundong in front of her. He even forbids his family from mentioning Zi Hui's kidnapping. Fortunately, he hasn't been home often lately, and Xiao Ya seems more diligent than ever, always leaving early and returning late. In fact, the two have hardly spent any time alone together recently.
Finally, Zi Hui seemed to sense the man's presence, slowly waking up from her sleep. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at the man in the room strangely, as if trying to figure out how he had sneaked in.
"What time is it? Are you only just getting back?"
Zi Hui stretched and asked languidly.
At this moment, Qiao Fei also woke up, lazily turning over and pressing herself against Zi Hui's legs. Without even opening her eyes, she called out sweetly, "Sister.
" Zi Hui quickly nudged the girl, saying, "Fei'er, get up, Brother Rong is back.
" Qiao Fei then opened her eyes and saw the man standing by the bed looking at her. She felt a little shy and pulled the blanket over her naked body.
She said in a sweet voice, "Is it dawn yet? I'm so sleepy."
"After saying that, she stretched out her fair arms and yawned repeatedly.
If it were any other time, facing the nearly naked bodies of two beautiful women, especially their alluring and languid appearance after a spring nap, how could Shang Rong have resisted until now? He would probably have already taken off his shirt.
The two beauties on the bed were also puzzled. They had been lingering in bed because they thought the man would make his move soon, but strangely, there was still no movement. Upon closer observation, they noticed the man's unfriendly expression, so they stopped their seductive poses and quickly got dressed and got out of bed.
"Huihui, go to the company today, just like usual. If anyone asks about Zhang Ming, tell them he resigned a month ago.
I've already told Yang Jun.
" Seeing the woman's terrified expression, Shang Rong continued casually, "Nothing will happen.
They're just asking about the situation.
Also, if you don't want to manage the company's specific business anymore, you can try to let Xiaoya share some of the specific tasks.
But you still need to handle the overall situation yourself.
I might be away for a few days, so you need to arrange things at home."
"Remember, don't call me. I'll call you if anything happens.
" "What happened again? The police station again?"
Zi Hui exclaimed.
Shang Rong said coldly, "I've said it before, it's none of your business, don't ask anything.
" With that, he left the bedroom and went downstairs, leaving Zi Hui and Qiao Fei looking at each other with uneasy expressions.
Soon, the women gathered in the living room. Xiao Ya looked tired, as if she hadn't washed up yet.
Yang Sao, who was originally going to call everyone for breakfast, looked at the people in the living room with a strange expression. Was there going to be a family meeting so early in the morning? She secretly glanced at the man's face and quietly slipped into the kitchen.
Shang Rong sat on the sofa, looking at a magazine Zi Hui was reading on the coffee table, and said in a deep voice, "I'm going out of town for a few days.
I'll give you some instructions about things at home.
No matter who asks about my whereabouts, you only need to answer with three words: 'I don't know.'
" He glanced at the women and continued, "While I'm away, Zi Hui will be in charge of everything at home.
No matter what happens, I hope you won't separate."
Every woman was slightly surprised by the man's words. His tone sounded like he was giving his last instructions. Had something terrible happened? Xiaoya, in particular, had a fluctuating expression, almost asking questions several times but holding back.
Could it be related to that person?
Only Zhu Hong had her eyes slightly closed, her lips moving as if in prayer.
Shang Rong suddenly realized he had been too serious. Things might not be as bad as he thought; he didn't want to frighten the women and throw them into disarray.
So he softened his tone and said, "I'll be back in ten days to half a month, maybe a few days at the shortest.
What I mean is that you all need to keep an eye on the business. Our business here isn't huge, but it's not small either.
There are many envious people, and who knows, someone might come looking for trouble.
So Zihui and Xiaoya need to pay special attention to the company's operations.
" He then turned to Xiaoya and said, "Zihui hasn't been feeling well lately, so Xiaoya, you'll have to work a little harder. But don't overwork yourself. It's okay if business is slow; we're not short of money."
"After saying that, Shang Rong stood up, grabbed his coat and put it on, saying to Zi Hui, 'Give Xiao Yu a call; I might be going to Beijing soon.
' 'Brother, I want to go too!
' Qiao Fei suddenly blurted out.
Shang Rong smiled for the first time today, scolding, 'Stop messing around; didn't you just go?'
'I want to see my mother,
' Qiao Fei pouted.
Shang Rong walked to the door and turned back to instruct, 'After this period, we'll go have some fun together. Besides, are you really willing to leave your sister Zi Hui?'"
"Qiao Fei blushed upon hearing this and made as if she was about to pounce on him. Shang Rong quickly opened the door and ran out, catching a glimpse of several women staring at his back with complicated expressions out of the corner of his eye.

Chapter 5 Cunning and Shrewd
At ten o'clock in the morning, the relevant leaders of the Municipal Bureau had already gathered in the small conference room. Li Changnian from the Provincial Department was naturally present, but Zhang Aijun sat there looking listless, as if he hadn't slept for several days.
In addition to Li Qing and Chen Guodong, a new person was added to the meeting, namely Zhang Lang, the deputy director of the Sangong Police Station.
The meeting was chaired by Qi Shundong. He first introduced Zhang Lang's identity to everyone, and then asked him to talk about the murder case that happened last night.
After all, it was the first time Zhang Lang had faced so many leaders, and he was inevitably a little nervous, but he was, after all, a seasoned guerrilla fighter, and soon he got into the role he was playing.
"Because Director Qi was attacked by criminals a while ago, our Sangong Station has been insisting on night patrols.
Last night, I happened to be on duty with four comrades. Around five o'clock in the morning, we seemed to hear two gunshots from the northeast."
Because it was raining heavily at the time, we couldn't be sure if it was gunfire, but we still quickly arrived at the scene. We tried to approach them, but unexpectedly, they suddenly opened fire. Comrade Yu Jianguang from the police station was at the forefront and was hit by the criminals' bullets, sacrificing his life heroically.
"Speaking of which," Zhang Lang's voice choked, and he had to stop to calm his emotions.
"Then why was Fang Yuliang in that small building?"
Li Changnian asked.
Zhang Lang looked at Qi Shundong and said in a low voice, "We only found out afterward, at the time..."
Qi Shundong continued, "Comrade Fang Yuliang had previously stumbled in a relationship, and unexpectedly, instead of repenting, he actually slept with a woman in that small building.
" "So the criminals were after Fang Yuliang?" "
Li Changnian continued to ask.
"It can be inferred that, judging from the identity of the criminal and the cruel methods used, I suspect it is related to the kidnapping of Lin Zihui. The criminal's motive is obviously revenge. This case and the one that attacked me last time should be the same person. That gun is proof. Based on Zhang Ming's identity, this case has brought Shang Rong back to the surface. He has always suspected that we arrested Lin Zihui,
" Qi Shundong said.
Zhang Aijun then interjected, "I agree with Lao Qi's deduction of revenge, but I don't think Zhang Ming is avenging Lin Zihui, because Lin Zihui has nothing to do with him. I think Zhang Ming is avenging his wife Lu Feng, because his wife miscarried in the interrogation room last time. Zhang Ming couldn't understand it and requested administrative review several times. In order not to interfere with Lao Qi's work, I suppressed this matter. I didn't expect it to have such a deep consequence. The responsibility for this matter is mainly mine."
"When Qi Shundong saw Zhang Aijun bring this matter up and repeatedly claim responsibility, he was actually making veiled attacks on Qi Shundong, accusing him of being the instigator of the case.
Even though the show was over, the old man's performance was still going strong.
However, Zhang Aijun's statement wasn't entirely without merit; he was simply deliberately shifting all the blame onto the dead man, his purpose being to cover up for Shang Rong. What benefits did Shang Rong actually give him?"
At this moment, Li Qing, who rarely spoke, said, "There are some rumors circulating within our organization that Lin Zihui was kidnapped by Fang Yuliang, and that Fang Yuliang even raped her.
" "That's utter nonsense!
" Li Changnian exclaimed loudly. "Rumors are not to be believed.
I think we should focus on that pistol.
The bureau has a mountain of cases piling up, and while they all seem interconnected, the problem is we haven't solved a single one. If we can unlock a crucial link, we'll find the key to solving all the cases."
Qi Shundong promptly chimed in, "I agree with the Director's opinion. Several major cases over the past year have involved Shang Rong, and the Zheng Gang case, which is almost a cold case, is intricately linked to Shang Rong.
I believe that almost all the cases revolve around the Zheng Gang case; each seemingly isolated case becomes logically connected once Shang Rong is included.
Therefore, I suggest that these cases be investigated together and all brought under the purview of the Zheng Gang task force.
Furthermore, Comrade Guodong currently has many cases on his hands, so I think Comrade Zhang Lang should be in charge of the specific affairs of the Zheng Gang task force. Of course, Director Zhang will still oversee the overall direction.
" Li Changnian turned his head and exchanged a quiet glance with Zhang Aijun before standing up and saying, "Let's proceed according to Comrade Shundong's suggestion.
I still maintain that evidence is crucial; all assumptions and inferences must ultimately be proven by irrefutable evidence."
"He glanced at everyone present and continued, "Comrades, in our city of several million people, gunshots are heard continuously in the middle of the night. Do you know how terrible the impact this has been? Now almost every citizen on the street is talking about this.
How can we explain this to the general public?
Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee has already lost his temper several times, blaming our public security organs for their incompetence.
I don't know if you are under pressure, but I am under a lot of pressure. I hope everyone can give the higher-ups and the people of the city a satisfactory explanation as soon as possible.
" After the meeting, Zhang Aijun had just sat down in his office when Li Qing followed him in. This time, she didn't go behind the director to massage his shoulders, but sat down in front of Zhang Aijun's desk.
She said anxiously, "It seems that it's only a matter of time before Chen Guodong is sidelined. I'll be next. You're still here and it's already like this. After you leave, can I stay here?" Zhang Aijun touched his shiny forehead and chuckled, "You always think things are so simple. I've worked in the public security system for over thirty years. Do you think I'm some kind of pushover? Don't be impatient. Some things need time to develop."
Qi Shundong is too impatient; the show hasn't even started yet, and he's already jumping in to play the lead role.
He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.
Li Qing said coquettishly, "I don't care, you promised, you have to keep your promise before you leave.
" Zhang Aijun squinted at the woman in front of him, wondering why women these days were so eager to enter men's traditional professions.
"How's that Shang Rong? Looks like that little rascal has some guts.
" "What else could he do?"
Li Qing pouted. "I told him to lay low for a while, but he doesn't seem to want to. Will Qi Shundong arrest him?"
Zhang Aijun sat up abruptly, whispering, "Attack is the best defense; hiding is useless. It seems that Fang Yuliang kidnapped Lin Zihui, but who gave him the guts? Fang Yuliang isn't dead, and he's not the only one involved. If that little rascal links Lin Zihui's kidnapping to Qi Shundong, everything will change."
After saying that, he lay back in the chair, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, "How could it be such a coincidence? Did he know beforehand?" Li Qing didn't understand what the bureau chief was muttering about .
She sat there pondering for a while, then seemed to have an idea. She glanced at the man pretending to sleep in the chair and quietly left the house.

Chapter 6: A Good-Intentioned Deception
At noon, Shang Rong's car arrived at the villa in the suburbs.
The weather after the rain was exceptionally clear, and the branches of the trees in front of the villa were already bursting with green buds, so delicate they were heartbreaking.
Looking at the vibrant spring scenery in the suburbs, Shang Rong's gloomy mood brightened slightly. However, perhaps because two murders had occurred in this villa, a shadow rose in his heart again when he saw the gray building. Moreover, the woman he was about to face inside the villa made him feel troubled. As soon as
Shang Rong got out of the car, he saw Jianbin and two others coming out to greet him. Everyone had a solemn expression, presumably because they had already guessed Zhang Ming's fate.
Shang Rong nodded to them without speaking until he entered a room in the villa, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and Pangolin finally spoke: "She's upstairs. She made a scene all night and only just fell asleep. We don't know what to say to her."
"After saying that, he let out a long sigh.
"Boss, is Zhang Ming really finished?"
Map asked, seemingly incredulous.
Shang Rong looked at the three men and said in a low voice, "It's all or nothing.
For us, this is the best outcome. I may sound a bit heartless, but that's the truth.
If he had fallen into the hands of the police alive, would we still be sitting here so leisurely?"
Shang Rong's words plunged the three men into silence, their faces showing regret.
Map, in particular, who was closest to Zhang Ming, seemed even more sorrowful than the others, sitting there smoking incessantly.
"It seems that anonymous letter was a trap, drawing our attention to Fang Yuliang while they were lying in wait. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?"
Pangolin broke the silence, speaking with deep concern.
"This trap was naturally dug by Qi Shundong, which proves that he orchestrated the kidnapping of President Lin, and Fang Yuliang was merely the one carrying it out." "
He killed two birds with one stone. On the one hand, he shifted the blame for kidnapping President Lin onto Fang Yuliang, and on the other hand, he wanted to use us to eliminate Fang Yuliang, thus clearing himself of suspicion,
" Jianbin analyzed. "
But he didn't expect Fang Yuliang to be alive, " Shang Rong chimed in.
"We still have a chance.
" The map looked up fiercely and said, "If all else fails, we'll just take down Qi Shundong directly. Once this menace is gone, everyone will be at ease.
" Shang Rong waved his hand, stood up, and paced back and forth in the room a few steps before slowly saying, "I've been thinking about a problem. Since Zheng Gang's incident, we've been in a passive and defensive position. First, we were controlled by Zheng Gang, and then we were led by the nose by Qi Shundong.
We're always struggling to cope ,
which has led to exhaustion and financial losses.
We absolutely cannot continue like this. We must find a way to regain the initiative and take the lead.
Otherwise, when will we be able to clear our names?
" He glanced at the group and continued, "We can't create trouble for ourselves anymore. We can't let ourselves become increasingly tainted, carrying more and more cases. Instead, we must concentrate our efforts on solving the issues that are directly related to us."
Therefore, it seems we only have two main enemies: Zheng Gang and Qi Shundong.
"Of these two enemies, Zheng Gang must die, and Qi Shundong can only be suppressed,
" Pangolin interjected.
"That's right!"
Shang Rong glanced at Pangolin with satisfaction and said, "As long as Zheng Gang is dead, Qi Shundong won't be able to solve this case
even if he spends his whole life on it. However, if we focus on dealing with Zheng Gang, Qi Shundong will concentrate on dealing with us. So, we need to find ways to increase his pressure, whether it's mental, professional, or personal, suppressing him by any means necessary, keeping him busy and giving us time to deal with Zheng Gang.
" "Zheng Gang disappeared for so long after his last phone call. Could he have left the city?
If so, we'll continue to use Fang Yuliang as leverage. As long as Fang Yuliang is alive, he's a thorn in Qi Shundong's side.
After all, he's the police chief; he wouldn't do something like murder to cover it up, would he?
" Jianbin said confidently.
"Whether he'll do something like murder to cover it up depends on how much pressure we put on him. Even a cornered dog will bite. Qi Shundong wouldn't let his future be ruined by a half-dead person,
" Pangolin said.
"That's exactly what I meant!"
Shang Rong said. "We need to find a way to let Fang Yuliang know that his current state is entirely due to Qi Shundong's conspiracy, to make them fight amongst themselves.
Wu Xinmin from the Sangong Police Station can be used in this matter.
" "If there's a problem with that anonymous letter, Wu Xinmin could very well be a pawn in Qi Shundong's hands,
" Pangolin said worriedly.
"That's alright, we'll just turn the tables on him.
" Shang Rong said, sitting back on the sofa and glancing at Jianbin before continuing, "Jianbin, although you once threw a punch in Qi Shundong's face, you currently have the least involvement with us. They haven't discovered your existence yet, so you'll be handling some of the more public-facing tasks.
I approve of you finding two henchmen who will report directly to you, but you absolutely cannot let them know the details, and they absolutely cannot have any connection with us. If anything goes wrong, the final trace will only lead back to you. Do
you understand what I mean?"
Jianbin excitedly replied, "Understood, boss, I was just worried about not having enough manpower.
" Shang Rong then looked back at the pangolin and the map, saying, "You two shouldn't show yourselves unless it's something major.
Think carefully about what other leads you and Zhang Ming need to cut off. Don't let Qi Shundong smell anything. I hope tragedies like She Tianlang and Zhang Ming don't happen again."
"He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bright spring world outside. He seemed to be talking to himself, saying, 'This house holds too many memories for us. Let's get rid of it and find a clean place in a while.
' Pangolin felt a surge of amusement at his boss's words.
How could a place we've lived in be clean? Besides, where in this world is there any pure land? Lu Feng slept restlessly, haunted by nightmares. One moment she saw Zhang Ming riding a speeding train, disappearing into the distance, her voice hoarse from shouting, but unable to call him back.
The next, she saw Zhang Ming covered in blood, his mouth agape, shouting something, but she couldn't understand a word.
Just as Lu Feng was painfully trapped in these nightmares, the baby in her womb kicked her awake.
Lu Feng opened her eyes, her hands instinctively stroking her large belly. She looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings, momentarily unable to recall where she had been sleeping. Had she and Zhang Ming ended up in a new place?" She looked up, seemingly searching for Zhang Ming, when suddenly she saw a man sitting not far from the bed, his cold eyes fixed on her.
A jolt of surprise shot through her; how could a strange man be in her sleeping quarters?
Where was Zhang Ming? Suddenly, a flash of insight struck her, and everything from the previous night instantly resurfaced in her mind. She also remembered that the stranger sitting by the bed was her husband's boss, Shang Rong.
Lu Feng instinctively pulled the blanket up, asking fearfully, "What are you doing here? Where's Zhang Ming? Where did he go?"
Shang Rong glanced at the woman, his gaze sweeping from her chest to her prominent belly.
There was a little Zhang Ming inside, blood flowing like Zhang Ming's, replicating Zhang Ming's genes every day. At least in this respect, Zhang Ming was luckier than her; after all, he had left his seed in this world.
If she died now, this world would leave no trace. Damn it! Her women were like a desert; though she diligently cultivated them, why hadn't any of them blossomed and borne fruit?
Seeing the man's eyes fixed on her stomach, his expression blank, Lu Feng blushed. She propped herself up and asked, "Where is Zhang Ming?"
Shang Rong snapped out of his daze, looking at the woman's flushed face, and thought to himself: No wonder Zhang Ming is so devoted; this woman certainly has the looks to keep a man captivated, even during pregnancy.
In an instant, all the prepared lines Shang Rong had rehearsed were overturned.
"You probably won't see Zhang Ming this year. Until he returns, I'll take care of you. Zhang Ming has agreed to let me be the godfather of your unborn child,
" Shang Rong said expressionlessly.
Lu Feng was surprised by the man's words, but her heart calmed slightly. She still pressed on, "What happened to him? Where are we?
" Shang Rong moved his chair closer to the bed, bent down, and whispered, "Have you heard of the Italian Mafia?"
Lu Feng had certainly heard of the Mafia; they were all bad people. What did he mean by asking that? Seeing the woman's puzzled expression, Shang Rong continued, "Those Mafia members also have wives, but whenever their wives meddle, their men mysteriously die. Later, an unwritten rule was established that has been passed down to this day: Mafia wives are only allowed to bear children, manage the household, and enjoy life; they absolutely cannot interfere in their husbands' affairs.
I'm making an exception now to satisfy your last bit of curiosity.
Your husband is doing what the Mafia does.
" "You're talking nonsense!"
Lu Feng had long suspected her husband was involved in some illegal business; otherwise, where did all that money come from? But she refused to admit that her husband was a notorious member of the Mafia.
"You made him do it.
" Finally, unable to deceive herself any longer, she had to shift the blame to the man in front of her.
Shang Rong stood up and coldly said, "That's right, I made him do it. We share common interests. Since your husband obeys me, you must follow my arrangements and give birth to the child properly before he returns, or I'll spank you for him.
" Having said that, he ignored the woman's feelings and turned to leave.
Lu Feng sat blankly on the bed, watching the man's departing figure.
What kind of people are these? So vulgar!
Thinking about what the man had just said, she blushed again for no reason.
But he was right; the child was the most important thing now, and Zhang Ming would come back sooner or later anyway.
Lu Feng immediately felt at ease, reaching out to touch the baby in her belly, a holy glow shining on her face.

Chapter 7: Harem Intrigue
Although it had only been two months since she left, Zi Hui still felt a sense of unfamiliarity when she walked into her office that morning.
The company employees seemed excited to see their former boss reappear. This wasn't because Zi Hui's appearance signified a return to normalcy, but because their boss was no longer the familiar woman she once knew, but a legendary figure known to all.
Some male employees even imagined the erotic scenarios that might have occurred during their female boss's kidnapping, and looking at her alluring figure, they even subconsciously felt a pang of envy for the lucky kidnappers.
Zi Hui, of course, was unaware of the men's lewd thoughts, but she could still detect the veiled ambiguity in their eyes.
She suddenly regretted coming to the company and even felt a pang of resentment towards Shang Rong.
However, she understood the man's meaning. He wasn't forcing her to come to work, but rather to make her appear at a crucial time, to let everyone know one thing: nothing had changed at the company.
Zi Hui stayed in her office all morning; apart from Fatty Wang Shili, no one came in to report on their work.
Even though Wang Shili only stayed in her office for less than five minutes, saying a few indifferent words and not mentioning anything about work, it was as if Zi Hui was no longer the company's general manager, but a retired employee who was only there to show due respect.
Zi Hui felt awkward about this, but ultimately could understand; after all, her story and the general manager's position made many people hesitant to approach her.
However, what she couldn't understand was that it was almost noon, and Qi Xiaoya still hadn't shown up.
That morning, Zi Hui had seen Xiaoya's car parked downstairs when she went to work. Zi Hui assumed Xiaoya would be the first person to come to her office, even if it wasn't about work, just a few casual words would be a sign of concern for her return to the company.
However, although Xiaoya hadn't come, she saw Qi Xiaoya's signature multiple times on a stack of reports and documents her secretary had brought to her desk, including an investment project of over six million yuan and a film sponsorship plan of 500,000 yuan.
These documents should have been signed by Wang Shili when she wasn't there, so why were they signed by Qi Xiaoya?
What particularly bothered Zi Hui was that Xiao Ya had transferred one of the three small appliance companies she had personally built.
Because she hadn't been involved in the company's operations for some time, Zi Hui didn't know what arrangements Shang Rong had made during her kidnapping and amnesia. She only heard from the man this morning that Xiao Ya was being given a role in company management, yet the reality was that Xiao Ya already had decision-making power.
Zi Hui sat there pondering for a while. Normally, she would immediately call Xiao Ya to ask for clarification, but then she thought, could it be Shang Rong's doing? She remembered the man expressing an intention to scale back the company's operations.
She decided to hear what Wang Shili had to say first.
Zi Hui hesitated for a moment but still dialed Wang Shili's number.
Xiao Ya had indeed been to the company that morning.
When she left home, she had intended to invite Zi Hui to work with her, but when Zi Hui went to the bedroom to change and didn't come out for a long time, Xiao Ya ran upstairs to call her. But as soon as she reached the bedroom door, she heard Zi Hui talking to Qiao Fei.
Xiaoya's hand, which had been knocking on the door, froze in mid-air as she pricked up her ears to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.
"Sister, do you really not want to be the general manager anymore?"
Qiao Fei asked sweetly.
Zi Hui sighed and said, "What's the point of 'really' or 'false'? I don't know why, but ever since that incident, I feel like I've aged, and that competitive spirit I used to have has faded.
" "Then if you quit, will Brother Rong let Xiaoya be the general manager?"
Qiao Fei asked urgently.
"Who can guess what he's thinking? But Xiaoya is still a bit green. It seems Brother Rong intends to give her some experience. As for whether he'll make her the general manager, it's hard to say right now.
" Qiao Fei snorted and said, "She arrived later than me.
" Zi Hui chuckled and said, "You little thing, haven't you two slept together? Why are you jealous of your own sister?
" Qiao Fei said coyly, "That's a different matter.
Brother Rong can't favor one over the other.
Besides, how am I worse than Xiaoya? I have a formal education in economics and finance, while Xiaoya is a dancer. I don't understand what Brother Rong means.
I've worked at the head office for so long, and I've done all the financial work at Xiaoya's place. I feel I'm perfectly capable of handling the financial work at the head office."
"After Qiao Fei finished speaking, Zi Hui let out another sullen laugh, saying sarcastically, 'Little thing, you've got quite the ambition, huh? So you want to be the CFO!'
Qiao Fei called out in a sickeningly sweet voice, 'Sister!'
Then, the two women inside started making a series of soft kissing sounds, making Xiao Ya blush. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard Zi Hui say seriously, 'Fei'er, you absolutely mustn't tell your older brother about your thoughts. He doesn't like women who are competitive. Besides, how can your little brain compare to Xiao Ya's? Look at Xiao Ya, she's been hanging out with your brother for so long, and now she's even living at home with Mother. Your brother has touched her all over, but Xiao Ya is still holding back, preventing your brother from getting past the final hurdle, and even pushing her mother to the front to take the fall... That's what you call a smart girl, she doesn't act until she sees the benefit.
' Hearing this, Xiao Ya felt she really couldn't listen anymore, but then Qiao Fei's coquettish voice came over again."
"I don't care about all that, I want you to stand up for me..."
Zi Hui grumbled, "Fine, I'll stand up for you. If I don't stand up for my little darling, who will? I promise you won't be any worse than Xiao Ya..."
Xiao Ya listened to Zi Hui's words, her face flushing red and then turning pale. She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. She felt that she and her mother were completely outsiders in this family. It turned out that these two people's affectionate calls of "sister" were all just a facade. In reality, they were always thinking of ways to restrict her.
They even spread rumors about her mother and Shang Rong... Xiao Ya's nose tingled, and tears of grievance streamed down her face. In an instant, her heart became distant from Zi Hui and Qiao Fei.

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