[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Episode 11

Chapter 40 A Pretense Becomes Real (Part 1)
From the day he was arrested, Zheng Gang never gave up the idea of escaping. He constantly observed everything around him, but after a long period of observation, he had to admit that escaping from the detention center was nothing short of a pipe dream.
By chance, he heard that a prisoner had successfully escaped from a hospital. His deadened heart was rekindled.
He repeatedly feigned illness to request treatment at the hospital, but the detention center doctors saw through his trick after a simple examination. Later, a prisoner told him, "Dude, if you keep pretending to be sick, you'll never get to see a doctor at the hospital in Prison 1 or 2."
Zheng Gang seized the opportunity to ask, "Have you ever been there for treatment?"
The prisoner replied, "What kind of illness? I just make myself sick. If I can get sent to the hospital in Prison 1 or 2, then I'm in for a treat."
Zheng Gang asked, "What kind of treats are there in the hospital?"
The prisoner said, "First of all, the food is good, and you don't have to sit and study all day. You can sleep as long as you want."
Then, he leaned closer to Zheng Gang and said mysteriously, "There are lots of female nurses to admire. One of my buddies even touched a nurse's butt while she was giving him an injection. The nurse just gave him a dirty look and didn't say anything. Ah! But what can I do? My buddy is handsome."
Zheng Gang listened with great interest and hurriedly asked, "So what's the solution?" "Where can I get medical treatment?"
the prisoner asked impatiently. "There are many ways. Do you have connections? If you have strong connections, you can stay until your trial if you say you have a serious illness. If you don't, then self-harm is the only way."
Zheng Gang asked eagerly, "Can someone like me, a serious offender, do that too?"
The prisoner sneered, "You're such an idiot. In this detention center, death row inmates call the shots. Don't even mention the prisoners being afraid of you; even the guards have to give you some leeway, afraid you'll cause them trouble. If you die before your trial, they might lose their jobs. The key is to get on good terms with the doctor in the ward. Whether you can stay in the hospital and how long depends on his word. If someone outside goes to his house, that's all you need."
Zheng Gang said excitedly, "But who knows where he lives?"
The prisoner seemed unwilling to talk to an idiot anymore. He spat on the ground and said, "You're a fucking idiot. The famous Dr. Li, who doesn't know him?"
To achieve his goal of being hospitalized, Zheng Gang chose self-harm as his first attempt. Following the method taught by his cellmate, he swallowed a small nail after eating, then lay on the bed rolling around, initially feigning stomach pain, but later genuinely sweating from the pain. The doctor, Dr. Li, examined him and questioned other inmates, confirming he had indeed swallowed a nail. He then took him to the prison hospital for an ultrasound. They gave him some laxatives and brought him back. Zheng Gang was utterly disappointed.
Later, Deputy Director Zhang of the detention center spoke with him—a routine procedure mainly to understand the thoughts and emotions of serious offenders and stabilize their morale. Zheng Gang took the opportunity to say he was ill and wanted to stay in the hospital for a while.
Director Zhang considered for a moment and said, "The problem is, you have no one at home to take care of you. It's difficult for us to make arrangements."
Zheng Gang said, "I have friends outside; I just need to pass on a message to them."
Director Zhang laughed, "The same friend from last time? You insulted him like that; do you think he'd still care about you?"
Zheng Gang said, "Just tell Director Yu."
Director Zhang was a kind man, and he took Zheng Gang's words to heart. One day, he casually relayed Zheng Gang's request to Yu Yongming. Yu Yongming thought, "They're friends, after all. He's almost dead; this request isn't unreasonable." So he solemnly called Shang Rong. Shang Rong scolded, "You're telling me this nonsense? I'm not the head of the supervision department. You figure it out yourself; it's just a matter of spending some money."
Just when Zheng Gang was about to give up on the idea of hospitalization, one day, Dr. Li called Zheng Gang out for a checkup and announced that Zheng Gang had a stomach ulcer and needed to be sent to the hospital for treatment. Zheng Gang was overjoyed; Shang Rong must have pulled some strings for him. He momentarily forgot the unpleasantness of their last meeting and felt grateful to Shang Rong.
Dr. Li warned, "You must follow their rules while hospitalized. If you break the rules and are sent back, you can forget about ever going back to the hospital."
Zheng Gang nodded repeatedly, saying, "Definitely, definitely."
After staying in the hospital for a while, Zheng Gang understood why it had taken so much trouble to get here. He found that life in the hospital was worlds apart from that in the detention center. The food was naturally much better, and more importantly, the environment was better. There were only six people in a room at most, each with their own bed, unlike in the detention center where dozens of people were crammed onto a large communal bed, practically sleeping skin-to-skin, with the snoring, farts, and exhaled fumes of dozens of people—it was unbearable for most people. When he first went in, Zheng Gang couldn't stand the terrible living conditions and only hoped for a quick verdict and release.
Of course, there were indeed many police officers and female nurses in the hospital. Whenever the nurses came to the wards to give injections and treat patients, the prisoners would gather around the small window by the door, eager to watch, as if they were looking at some rare animal. Some prisoners would even deliberately make excuses about feeling unwell or having some ailment, just to chat with the nurses.
One night, one of the prisoners in the same ward was called out and wouldn't return for more than two hours. Zheng Gang asked him where he had been. The prisoner said smugly, "Going to chat with officers, huh? I got a few cigarettes today, and that girl was grinning like an idiot after I ripped her off."
Zheng Gang asked, puzzled, "How do you chat with officers? Can you just go talk to whichever one you want?"
Seeing he was a new recruit, the prisoner, acting like an old hand, said, "You need to apply for a chat. Most of the time, it's the night shift doctor who talks to people, mainly to understand their medical condition, but also to address their mental issues. Frankly, doctors get bored on night shifts, so they chat with prisoners to pass the time. It mainly depends on whether they're interested in you and whether you can talk a good game. If you can keep them happy, as long as..." "When it's his turn to be on duty, he'll definitely take you out for a talk."
Zheng Gang said, "Can I apply too?"
The man sized him up and asked, "What did you do to get in here, brother?"
Zheng Gang replied, "An economic crime."
The man said, "The officers are only interested in economic criminals. The more money you embezzle, the more interested they are in you. If you're just a small-time economic criminal, they won't even look at you. How much did you embezzle
, brother?" Zheng Gang mumbled, "Not much. What about you, brother?"
The man gave him a disdainful look and said, "I was framed. The police insisted I defrauded ten million. It's a complete injustice."
Zheng Gang thought, ten million is nothing! What kind of logic is this? The police like big-time economic criminals, the more money you embezzle, the more popular you are? Then I could be on the list.
In the following days, Zheng Gang applied for a talk with a doctor named Wang several times, but Dr. Wang always said "wait," and then nothing happened.
One night, the prisoner was called out again, and this time he didn't return until 2 a.m., bringing back two notebooks. Zheng Gang crawled out of bed and asked, "Are there any female nurses today?"
The man yawned and said, "What a bad day. Someone spent the whole night copying notes in the office, but he didn't finish. They told him to bring them back to continue, saying there's a meeting tomorrow and they'll check them. Damn it."
Zheng Gang said, "What notes?"
The man spread two notebooks on the bed and said, "It's all about Deng Xiaoping's socialism with Chinese characteristics. There will be more of this kind of thing in a couple of days. It's the end of the year, all we get are reflections and summaries. I'm going to be so busy."
Zheng Gang crawled over and looked at the notebooks, thinking, "This dog-like handwriting, how dare he let people copy it?" Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he said, "Brother, I can't sleep either. Why don't I copy a few pages for you?"
The man happily said, "Great! Copy the last five pages for me, and I'll get you a cigarette next time."
The next afternoon, Zheng Gang was playing cards on his bed with two other people when he heard a woman's voice call out, "Zheng Gang, come out!"
Then came the sound of an iron gate opening. Zheng Gang quickly ran to the door and stood there. After the door opened, Zheng Gang shouted "Report!" and walked into the corridor, standing against the wall. The female doctor locked the iron gate, glanced at Zheng Gang, and said, "Go forward."
There was another large iron gate between the ward and the doctor's duty room, which was open. Zheng Gang went out of the gate, unsure where to go. The woman came out and said to him, "Lock the door."
Zheng Gang quickly went over and locked the large padlock. This time, the woman went ahead of Zheng Gang and entered an office. Zheng Gang stood at the door and called out, "Report!"
The woman said, "Come in. "
Inside the office was a male doctor, engrossed in a medical record. The woman pointed to a table in the corner and said, "Sit there."
Then she brought a notebook and placed it in front of him, saying, "Did you write this?"
Zheng Gang looked at it and said, "Yes."
The woman said, "Your handwriting is really good. What's your education level?"
Zheng Gang said, "Bachelor's degree."
The woman glanced at him a few times and said, "No wonder. How about you copy these notes for me today? I've been saving them up for several days. Each set of study notes has a corresponding reflection, and each reflection can be at least a thousand words. Is that okay?"
Zheng Gang said, "No problem."
As Zheng Gang was copying, the male doctor came over, looked down at the notes for a while, and said, "Damn, this handwriting is practically calligraphy!"
Then he turned to the female doctor and said, "I should have let him copy these too. That idiot on number six said he was a college graduate, but his handwriting is worse than mine. Last time he wrote me a..." "I didn't even look at my notes. After I handed them in, the dean scolded me, saying they were off-topic. From then on, I gave him my notes."
The female doctor laughed, "This is a talent I discovered, why should I let you use them?"
The male doctor walked over to her and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "He's number nine, that's my cell. Sharing, sharing, right?"
The female doctor suddenly asked, "Zheng Gang, what did you get into?"
Zheng Gang seemed embarrassed and said, "Economic issues."
The male doctor continued, "How much?"
Zheng Gang seemed even more embarrassed and whispered, "Just a few hundred million."
The male doctor's eyes widened and said, "Damn, a few hundred million, you're fucking ruthless."
The female doctor exclaimed in surprise, "I remember now, you're Zheng Gang from the Finance Bureau, right?"
Zheng Gang nodded, feeling like he was a news figure now.
The male doctor said, "I've never heard of that."
Then he asked Zheng Gang, "Where's the money? How much did you give back?"
Zheng Gang didn't expect him to ask that, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Someone stole it."
The male doctor laughed, "What are you afraid of! I'm not from the police station, nobody believes you. But you deserve to die."
That afternoon, Zheng Gang hardly wrote anything because the two doctors kept asking him questions. In the end, like his fellow inmate, Zheng Gang went back to his ward and worked overtime to finish writing.

Chapter 40 From Pretense to Reality (Part 2)
Later, Zheng Gang learned that the female doctor was named Li Weina and the male doctor was named Yang Gang. Thanks to the advertising effect of these two doctors, Zheng Gang suddenly became a well-known figure in the prison hospital. This was not only because he had made a lot of money and had good handwriting, but also because his articles on learning experiences, reflections, and summaries were famous throughout the hospital.
Suddenly, Zheng Gang's originally boring and leisurely prison life became busy, and he spent almost every night writing in the duty room outside the ward. What Zheng Gang felt particularly honored about was that his writing skills had actually been appreciated by the hospital leadership after learning that he had been a Party member before his arrest. This elevated his writing career to a new level, and he began writing official hospital documents.
Initially, these were minor articles, but later they became departmental summaries, monthly reports, and study materials. Eventually, he was tasked with compiling meeting minutes of the hospital's Party branch, summaries of branch studies, and implementation plans required by higher-level documents.
Zheng Gang hadn't expected to possess such a wide range of talents. Even as a prisoner, he had the opportunity to utilize his strengths. No wonder the elders said that as long as you have a skill, you can find work anywhere. His skill at least partially restored a prisoner's self-respect, and this self-respect reignited a strong desire to survive; the thought that had long lain dormant in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Of course, Zheng Gang wasn't limited to just writing. Late at night, if someone in a cell suddenly cried out in pain, the doctor would take some painkillers from the pharmacy and ask Zheng Gang to deliver them. At first, the doctor would stand by the large iron gate and watch, but later he simply threw down the gate key and said, "Go see what's wrong."
After a while, other inmates started calling Zheng Gang "Second Warden." A week ago, Vice President Kong of the hospital told Zheng Gang, "Starting today, I'm giving you a difficult task. We're about to have a re-evaluation of our hospital's 'spiritual civilization' work, which is related to the vital interests of all the hospital's staff. The Provincial Spiritual Civilization Office will be coming to inspect the hospital. So, I'm giving you a week to write a summary of our hospital's spiritual civilization work over the past year. I'll have the administrative staff prepare the materials for you; it needs to be at least 20,000 words."
Hearing Vice President Kong's words, Zheng Gang almost forgot his status as a prisoner and nearly thought of himself as a hospital official.
The hospital's administrative clerk, Guo Li, was a young woman in her early twenties. She typed incredibly fast, but her writing was atrocious. Looking at her outline, Zheng Gang couldn't help but laugh. The sentences were incoherent, and the few hundred words were riddled with typos. Zheng Gang couldn't understand what was going on in this pretty young girl's head.
Yet, this very girl provided Zheng Gang with the perfect opportunity to escape.
Initially, Zheng Gang only wrote in the hospital's duty room, but there was no computer there. Many work materials were stored on the computer in the administrative clerk's office, which was in the administration building, about a hundred meters from the hospital building. So, whatever information Zheng Gang needed, Guo Li would print it out first. One day, Guo Li finally got fed up and said to Zheng Gang, "Come with me to the records room and look it up yourself."
And so, Zheng Gang left his place of confinement for the first time. He followed Guo Li to the courtyard and could hardly believe his eyes. The prison gate, guarded by armed police, was less than a hundred meters away—a hundred meters from freedom. Once outside that gate, the sky's the limit.
Afterward, Zheng Gang accompanied Guo Li to the records room several times, carefully observing the surrounding terrain and buildings, as well as the situation of the sentries upstairs. Finally, the vehicles transporting sick prisoners from various detention centers caught his attention. He discovered that the sick prisoners being taken back to the detention center only had their identities checked in the hospital; once they got in the car, at the gate, a police officer would get out, complete a simple procedure at the armed police post, and drive off. Meanwhile, the vehicles dropping off the prisoners would simply have the driver stick his head out, give a greeting, and be allowed to leave.
This simple management method gave Zheng Gang hope; his heart raced, and he constantly searched for an opportunity to escape.
Because at night, superiors would sometimes come to check on staff, and if they found sick inmates outside the ward, the staff on duty would be criticized. However, the doctors quickly showed their talent. Whenever Zheng Gang worked the night shift in the duty room, they would bring him a white coat to wear, and considering his bald head was a bit conspicuous, they would give him a white hat instead. This way, when someone came to check, as long as Zheng Gang sat at the table writing his things and didn't speak, the superiors would generally consider him one of their own, and sometimes they would even offer this hardworking, taciturn comrade a cigarette, to which Zheng Gang would humbly smile and nod. As for the police officers who transported sick inmates to and from the detention center, they had long since given him the title of doctor. Because many times, when emergency cases arrived in the middle of the night, it was Zheng Gang who filled out the registration forms, assigned cell numbers, and even, with his large bunch of jingling keys, swaggered open the iron gate and the ward door to personally let the newly arrived inmates in. Of course, at first, Zheng Gang felt embarrassed when people called him "doctor," since he had never read a medical book before becoming a prisoner. But over time, he gradually got used to it.
That night, it was Li Weina and Wang Gang's turn to work the night shift. Zheng Gang chatted with the two of them in the office for over an hour, satisfied his craving for a cigarette, and then went to the next office to start writing. Around 2 a.m., Li Weina went to sleep first. Not long after, Wang Gang came in, yawning, and said to Zheng Gang, "I'm going to take a nap too. Call me if anything important comes up, and you can handle the small things."
Then he went to sleep in another office. Zheng Gang didn't think much of it, as this wasn't the first time. The entire hospital was quiet at this time.
Around 3 a.m., Zheng Gang heard a car downstairs. He looked out the window and saw several people get out of the car. They were dark and he couldn't make out their faces, but he was sure they were bringing an emergency patient. Sure enough, he heard footsteps on the stairs, and then three people came in: two police officers and a handcuffed patient. Zheng Gang recognized the two police officers; they were the same ones who had visited a few days ago.
"Why are you bringing someone here so late?"
Zheng Gang asked.
One officer said, "Damn it, the on-duty doctor at the detention center didn't come today. This kid's been keeping everyone awake all night, complaining of a stomachache. Check him out; if he's faking it, I'll skin him alive when we get back."
Zheng Gang looked at the prisoner, hunched over and groaning, and pointed to a recliner in the corridor, saying, "Lie down there."
He then took out a stethoscope and listened to the prisoner's stomach for a while, saying, "He might have eaten something. Let's keep him for an ultrasound tomorrow."
The other officer said, "I also suspect this kid ate something. He won't admit it when we ask, but he'll be in trouble tomorrow."
He then kicked the prisoner in the butt.
Zheng Gang said, "Then you two should go back and rest. I'll take care of him."
He then took the key, opened the door, and put the sick prisoner into ward number 2. When he came out, he saw the two police officers coming down the stairs. A sudden idea flashed through Zheng Gang's mind. Without thinking, he said to the two officers, "Hey guys, want a ride? There's a 24-hour store not far from here. I'm going to buy some late-night snacks; I'm suddenly really hungry."
One of the officers said, "Sure thing! You guys are really something else."
Zheng Gang's heart was pounding. Only now did he seem to truly realize what he was doing. "
Wait for me at the door for a moment, I'll go ask those two what they want to eat."
The two officers agreed and went downstairs.
Zheng Gang rushed into the office, but didn't know why he was there. He stood there taking several deep breaths. Calm down, he had to calm down. Just like going home after work. I'm off work, I'm taking a ride home with someone I know. I'm a doctor.
Two car horns sounded downstairs; they were urging him. He couldn't hesitate any longer. Taking a deep breath, he went downstairs.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, those two are sleeping like logs," Zheng Gang said as he got into the car.
The policeman driving said, "At least you guys can take turns napping for a while, but we can't even doze off there."
Then the car started moving.
Zheng Gang's heart was pounding in his chest. In the darkness, he gripped the car seat tightly with both hands, trying to control his breathing, his eyes fixed on the gate ahead. Almost there. Almost there. He'd be free soon. He had to stay calm. This was his only chance.
The car stopped, and a bright beam of light shone through, and the scene he'd seen several times before reappeared. The driver rolled down the window and shouted, "Bringing someone here. No prisoners."
A rumbling sound sounded to Zheng Gang like the most beautiful celestial music. Accompanied by this beautiful music, death row inmate Zheng Gang escaped the clutches of death. ( Chapter 42 of
"The Lost Virginity in the City" - Chapter 42: A Pretense Becomes Real) Shang Rong returned to the old house. Entering, he saw no one inside. "Wasn't he supposed to be calling me for dinner tonight? Where is he?" " Could he have gone to meet with Qi Shundong?" he thought with a cold laugh. Sitting on the sofa in a daze for a while, I felt a wave of boredom. This seemingly innocent girl was actually an undercover agent; I naively thought she had feelings for me. But what's puzzling is that even though I've known her identity for a while, I can't bring myself to hate her. But there's another person I want to kill right now. That person is Qi Shundong. It's unbelievable! Befriending you on one hand, playing dirty tricks on you on the other, everything done flawlessly. Thank goodness! Yang Jun deserves credit! Otherwise, what are the chances of me running into Qi Xiaoya in this vast world? Qi Shundong, I treated you like a human being, and you stabbed me in the back, even sending a beautiful woman to spy on me—you're really dedicated! You won't rest in peace until you find that money! I fell for your trick that day, you almost killed me. You really want my life. "You want to play? I'll play along. This is a game with no winners or losers, a life-or-death competition. I'll become your son-in-law tomorrow first..." Shang Rong sat there, lost in thought. A chill ran down his spine. If before it was just paranoia, now he felt unprecedented pressure. Especially thinking of Qi Shundong's cunning, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If only he were lying in Zhang Yan's or Zi Hui's arms right now. At this moment, Shang Rong was thinking about the two women so much that he wanted to get up and go home several times. He heard the sound of a key going into the lock. Shang Rong immediately lay down on the sofa and pretended to be asleep. Footsteps came in. " Why didn't you turn on the light? Are you asleep?" The footsteps got closer, and a hand was moving his shoulder. "Where did you go?" Shang Rong looked sleepy. "I was going to cook for myself, but I'm not a good cook, and I was afraid you wouldn't like it, so I went to buy something ready-made. Look, I even bought some alcohol, your favorite vodka." Damn it, is she trying to drug me? "There wasn't anything drugged in the drink , was there?" "Never mind, I'll just go home. My wife's calling." Shang Rong stood up lazily. Sun Xiaoyu stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm, saying, "What do you mean? I've already bought everything, I'm not letting you leave today." Sun Xiaoyu's voice sounded both pleading and coquettish. Shang Rong chuckled inwardly, *I really can't resist your tricks. I'll stay and see what kind of schemes this little brat has up her sleeve. * "Alright, it's hardest to resist a beautiful woman's kindness."

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him and went out to prepare. Shang Rong watched her pretty back and suddenly felt like he was in a movie, both of them playing their roles, except he was originally an idiot, and now he was playing a sane person. Xiaoya, on the other hand, was clearly a sane person, but insisted on pretending to be an idiot. How damn interesting.
Meanwhile, Yu Yongming had just walked out of the prison bureau's office building. The announcement at the meeting had shocked him. Zheng Gang had escaped! This kid was unbelievable; he actually had this ability.
Yu Yongming weighed the impact of Zheng Gang's escape on himself. He thought about the things he had done for Zheng Gang, which, although not in accordance with regulations, were not directly related to Zheng Gang's escape and shouldn't be enough to get him caught.
Suddenly, he remembered that Shang Rong had visited Zheng Gang in the detention center. Could he be involved in Zheng Gang's escape? Thinking this, he took out his phone to call Shang Rong, but then remembered that Director Yang had repeatedly emphasized at the meeting that the news of Zheng Gang's escape was not to be leaked. Yu Yongming subconsciously felt he should let Shang Rong know this news. He couldn't explain why, but providing Shang Rong with information was his duty. Since meeting Shang Rong, he hadn't treated him unfairly. As the saying goes, "One prospers, all prosper; one suffers, all suffer." If anything happened to Shang Rong, he wouldn't escape responsibility.
"Old Yu, Zheng Gang and Shang Rong are old classmates. Do you think Zheng Gang will go looking for Shang Rong after he ran away? Shang Rong is a very loyal person; he absolutely can't do anything foolish!"
The meaningful words of Deputy Director Wu before he left echoed in his ears again, and Deputy Director Wu's tone seemed to imply the same thing. The problem was how to leak this news to Shang Rong. Yu Yongming pondered this as he walked, suddenly thinking of his elementary school-aged son and the public phone by the door, and a surge of secret joy welled up inside him.
Shang Rong had witnessed Sun Xiaoyu's drinking prowess at the Wild Wolf Bar and knew she had a good capacity for alcohol. Perhaps she had specifically trained to deal with men like him.
"You seem troubled today."
Xiaoyu's face was already red. This liquor was too strong; she really couldn't handle it. Why did this man like drinking such strong liquor?
Shang Rong slid off the sofa onto the carpet, sat down against the sofa, grabbed a chicken wing from the coffee table, took a couple of bites, and said, "A man in front of a beautiful woman like you, even if he has no feelings for her, he has to pretend to. The goal is to arouse her curiosity or gain some sympathy. You're asking me now because you're curious. As for whether you have any sympathy, I don't know. But I've at least achieved half of my goal."
Xiaoyu also slid off the sofa and sat next to Shang Rong on the carpet, looking at the man and saying, "So you have no feelings for me, and you're just trying to gain my sympathy?"
Shang Rong wiped his hands with a napkin and said, "Do you have any?"
Then he picked up his glass and said, "Come on! Let's drink until we drop. Life is short, so let's not worry about who we dream about tonight!"
Xiaoyu clinked glasses with Shang Rong again and quickly picked up some food and put it in her mouth. Seeing the girl's distressed appearance, Shang Rong felt a little sorry for her. "
Don't force yourself to drink if you can't. I didn't force you."
Xiaoyu tilted her head back and said, "I want to drink. No one can force me when I don't want to."
Shang Rong looked at the girl's stubbornness and thought, "Isn't this asking for trouble? I never tell the truth when I'm drunk. You're dreaming if you try to get information out of my drunken ramblings. But I'm a pro at messing around with women when I'm drunk, and it doesn't affect me at all. If you make me drink again, I'll take you tonight."
Xiaoyu saw the man swaying and staring straight at her, and she felt a surge of nervousness. It seemed she couldn't escape tonight, and she couldn't let him go no matter what. "Come on then, stop drinking. I want you to possess me soberly. I don't want to lose my virginity in a daze. Didn't you say I'm not a virgin? Come and prove it. In your eyes, I'm a bar girl, a girl who runs out to meet men in the middle of the night, a girl who's already not virgin. I want you to see what kind of girl I really am."
Seeing the girl remain silent and lost in thought, Shang Rong lowered his head, breathing heavily, feeling a burning sensation in his stomach.
Xiao Yu glanced at the man, seeing that he didn't seem to intend to violate her, yet couldn't resist teasing him. "
What did you mean when you said I wasn't a virgin last time? How did you know?"
she asked, her face burning even more.
Shang Rong looked up at her and said, "Sitting on the sidelines all the time, how can you not lose your virginity!"
Suddenly realizing something was amiss, he changed his words, "You must be a virgin, otherwise... otherwise why would Buddha be so kind to me?"
He just didn't know if someone used by Buddha still counted as a virgin.
Xiao Yu was completely confused, not understanding what the man meant. She was truly drunk. Being drunk was fine. But... suddenly, she felt the man pull her into his arms. Instinctively, she struggled, about to resist, when she saw the man put a finger to his lips and shush. Xiao Yu stared at the man, frozen in place. "
I only need one look to know if you're really..."
he said, lifting the girl's cashmere sweater to reveal her bra. Xiaoyu's body twisted again, and the man hissed once more. In the brief moment of Xiaoyu's surprise, her bra was lifted up.
Xiaoyu felt a chill on her chest and knew that her breasts were now exposed to the man. At this moment, she no longer wanted to resist. Since it was going to happen sooner or later, there was no need to deliberately choose the time. Besides, wasn't now the perfect time? But would this man cherish her? Was he really a criminal?
The girl's pair of youthful, tender breasts trembled slightly before Shang Rong's eyes. He opened his drunken eyes as if trying to find some flaw to prove his judgment. As he looked, Shang Rong felt that something was wrong with the breasts. He couldn't see nipples on the two rosy points of the breasts. This discovery aroused his great curiosity. He couldn't help but extend a finger and gently touch the delicate red spot. He felt that there was only a small protrusion, the size of a grain of rice, invisible to the naked eye and only felt with a finger.
This discovery filled Shang Rong with shame. Looking at the girl in his arms, her eyes tightly shut, he said, "I was wrong. You really are a virgin, because you haven't even grown nipples yet."
Hearing the man's inappropriate words, Xiao Yu was filled with shame and indignation. She opened her beautiful eyes, glared at the man, pulled down her clothes, and shoved him flat on his back.
Shang Rong got up angrily and said, "What do you mean? You don't like it when I say you're not a virgin, and you still don't like it when I say you are. What do you want from me? It seems nothing I say will satisfy you."
He sighed and went to drink again.
Xiao Yu felt that the man's words seemed to have a hidden meaning, but having just had her virgin breasts exposed, she was flustered and unable to concentrate. Blushing, she tidied her clothes, glanced at the man sideways, and said hatefully, "I knew you weren't a good person, you just bully people."
What kind of person was this man? If he really had that huge sum of money, why did he seem so nonchalant? Could he really appear so flawless?
Shang Rong chuckled. "
To show fairness, to prove I didn't bully you, I'll show you now."
He then started to take off his sweater.
Xiao Yu, unsure what to do, heard Shang Rong's phone ring.

Chapter 43: A Cunning Rabbit with Three Burrows
. Hearing the phone ring, Shang Rong struggled to stand up, but Xiao Yu moved as nimbly as a rabbit. Before Shang Rong could react, she had already pulled the phone from her coat hanger. "
Hello! What did you say? You dialed the wrong number."
She then hung up. Holding the phone, she sat back down in her usual spot.
"Who called?"
Shang Rong seemed oblivious to Xiao Yu's absent-mindedness and casually asked
, "What's wrong?" Xiao Yu snapped out of her daze and said, "A little kid, dialed the wrong number." Shang Rong picked up the phone and looked at it; he definitely didn't recognize the number. No kid had ever called him before. "
Hey! Are you going to look at my…" Before
he could finish, the phone rang again.
Shang Rong saw it was the same number and laughed, "Little kid, I'll have him call me 'Dad.'" He answered
the phone.
"Hello…"
Before Shang Rong could speak, a child's voice came from the phone: "Zheng Gang escaped! Zheng Gang ran away!"
Then it hung up. "
Hello… Zheng Gang escaped. Zheng Gang ran away. A little kid." Shang Rong looked at the girl and saw the panic in her eyes. Why did she lie to me? Why did she hide what the little kid said? So it's true, little kid. That was just a signal, it had nothing to do with the child's age. A signal, an adult's little trick.
Shang Rong's mind gradually cleared. He lit a cigarette, smoking and sorting out his thoughts, as if he had forgotten the girl's existence. Old classmate. "Did you really run away? Why are you so restless? I can't blame you, who doesn't want to live? Who would willingly wait to be shot? I would have done the same, but you're just too lucky. What are those bastards in the detention center doing? They let such an important person escape. What am I supposed to do? Aren't you just trying to tie me to the same rope? You wouldn't be stupid enough to come looking for me now, would you? From tomorrow on, I'll be surrounded by police, in fact, there's one in my house right now. You're not coming to die, are you? It's fine if you die, but you've made me suffer. I've become your bank now. There's only one way now, either send you, this god, far away, or make you disappear completely. Where is Zhang Ming? He needs you now, you've got something to do, haven't you always wanted to do something big?
" "Are you alright?"
Xiaoyu looked at the man's reaction and felt extremely disappointed. Seeing his distraught appearance, he was most likely involved with Zheng Gang. There was no need to doubt it anymore; Qi Shundong's judgment was correct. What should I do? Should I really arrest him? Why can't I bring myself to do it? Could it be that I've fallen in love with him? Why didn't I resist when he looked at my body like that? If I had resisted, even if he were sober, he wouldn't have succeeded, let alone when he was drunk. Now it seems that work is just an excuse to cover up my shame; deep down, I crave his intimacy. This criminal has deeply attracted my heart. I have to do something, for him and for myself.
Shang Rong chuckled a few times upon hearing the girl's question and said, "One of my old classmates escaped from the detention center, didn't you know?"
After saying that, he stared into the girl's eyes and saw a hint of panic. You still haven't mastered the art of self-cultivation; you're still too young. That bastard sent you not because of your experience and talent, but because of your beauty, because he believes in the cliché of heroes being unable to resist the charms of a beautiful woman.
"How should I know? You didn't tell me. Does his escape have anything to do with you?"
Xiao Yu deliberately pouted.
Shang Rong pulled her into his arms again, this time the girl lay motionless in his embrace. "
Of course it concerns me. We're old classmates. What if he comes looking for me?
" Xiaoyu felt the man holding her tightly, her breasts pressed against his chest. "
That's easy, just call the police and report him.
" "If he were your husband, would you do the same?"
Shang Rong stared into her eyes.
Xiaoyu avoided his gaze, muttering, "Then I'd try to persuade him first..." "
You really won't help him? Don't you have any feelings for him? Is someone who has no humanity even human? Only a machine would act like that."
Shang Rong said softly.
"But he's a criminal..."
The girl seemed to be losing control, her body trembling in the man's arms.
"Only being caught by the police can prove he's a criminal. If the police can't catch him, who can prove he's a criminal? Besides, don't criminals love their wives? Would a woman who loves her husband consider him a criminal?"
"Stop talking, I don't want to hear it,"
Xiaoyu weakly resisted, her voice already trembling with tears.
Shang Rong suddenly kissed the girl's small, red lips, kissing her until they were both breathless. "
Okay, I won't say anymore, you're tired, go to sleep. I'll stay with you tonight. You're still a little kid, your breasts haven't even developed yet. "
After saying that, he carried the girl towards the bedroom.
Zheng Gang got out of the car in front of a supermarket about 400 meters from the prison. The two guys were so enthusiastic about offering to take him back, but Zheng Gang refused. I finally got out, I'm not going back even if you kill me. Watching the car drive away, Zheng Gang went to a dark corner of the supermarket, quickly ripped off his white coat, got his bearings, and started running in the dark. Halfway there, he remembered he was still wearing a white hat, so he took it off and threw it into a trash can.
How long would it take them to realize he was missing? An hour? Two hours? At most, no more than three hours. Hopefully, those two are sound asleep, preferably sleeping until dawn. But there are two little... That was enough time.
Zheng Gang had a primary school classmate named Jin Sheng. Their families used to live in the same building, but after primary school graduation, Jin Sheng's family moved to the cement factory area, and Jin Sheng transferred to the cement factory's affiliated middle school. At that time, Zheng Gang and Jin Sheng occasionally visited each other and played together, but later their contact gradually faded. Zheng Gang had almost no memory of his childhood playmate.
One summer evening a year ago, Zhang Yan insisted on going to the night market to eat snails, so the two of them went to the Starlight Night Market. While Zhang Yan was enjoying her snails, Zheng Gang noticed a man squatting near a small stall who looked familiar.
Zheng Gang left Zhang Yan to continue eating his snails and slowly approached the man. The stall displayed some socks, fake pearls, and other odds and ends. The man wasn't soliciting business; he just kept his head down, smoking. "
How much are these socks a pair?"
Zheng Gang asked.
The man looked up, and both of them froze. Zheng Gang reacted first. "
Jin Sheng! It really is you! I thought you looked familiar!"
Jin Sheng recognized Zheng Gang, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, but it quickly faded as he blushed and stammered, "It's you! I never expected this..."
He then stood up.
Zheng Gang looked up and saw that his childhood friend had grown into a burly man. Seeing Jin Sheng's embarrassed expression, Zheng Gang knew what was going on. He reached out and shook Jin Sheng's large hands, saying, "Where have you been all these years? When I was in high school, a few of my classmates and I went to your house to look for you, but you had moved again."
Jin Sheng, holding Zheng Gang's hands, didn't know what to say for a moment, and let out a long sigh as his reply to his old friend.
That night, Zheng Gang and Jin Sheng sat in a small restaurant and drank until late. Zhang Yan, feeling sleepy, went home first.
It turned out that when Jin Sheng was in his third year of junior high school, his father was hit on the head by a crane cable and died in the hospital. A year later, his mother remarried, but his stepfather hated Jin Sheng and would beat him frequently. Finally, one day, he kicked Jin Sheng out of the house. Young Jin Sheng hung out with a group of delinquents in the neighborhood, doing petty theft. Later, during a gang theft, he was caught by the police because he was clumsy and sent to a juvenile detention center for three years of re-education through labor.
Three years later, upon returning to society, he learned that his mother had passed away from illness a year earlier, and his stepfather had disappeared. Jin Sheng never imagined that he would see the light of day again as an orphan. To survive, he soon returned to his old trade with some acquaintances, and as he grew older, his business expanded. He drifted through society for five or six years before finally running into the police. This time, his age was no longer an advantage; a court sentence placed him in prison for eight years, and he only returned a year ago from a prison hundreds of kilometers away.
The neighborhood committee had arranged a job for him cleaning a garbage station, paying four hundred yuan a month, but Jin Sheng felt he wasn't cut out for that and preferred to set up a street stall. Unexpectedly, he ran into an old friend from his childhood.
Zheng Gang had already started his shady business back then. After hearing Jin Sheng's story, a thought flashed through his mind: this old buddy had been to prison twice, harbored deep resentment towards society, and was incredibly audacious; who knew he might need him in the future. Besides, childhood playmates are naturally different from others; from my perspective, there's still a bit of emotional connection involved. "
Where do you live now?"
Zheng Gang asked.
"My aunt has an old house in the north of the city. She went back to her hometown this year, so I'm staying there temporarily.
" "When can I visit you? Since we've met today, it means our connection isn't over yet.
" "I'm just afraid you won't look down on your old friend. You're a man of status now, unlike me, a pathetic fellow,"
Jin Sheng said dejectedly.
"Damn it! If you keep saying things like that, we're not drinking anymore. What status? As the saying goes, fortunes change. Who knows when I'll be down on my luck? Would you abandon your brother then?"
Zheng Gang said chivalrously.
Jin Sheng patted his chest and said, "Damn it, what kind of person do you take me for? Even though I'm a bachelor, I still value friendship. It's just that all my old brothers have scattered, otherwise I wouldn't be in this situation today."
The two parted ways around midnight, and Zheng Gang gave Jin Sheng the more than 1,000 yuan in cash in his pocket. Jin Sheng didn't refuse, but shook his old friend's hand for a long time.
Zheng Gang started sweating all over, only his bald head was still cool. At most half an hour until they arrived. Jin Sheng, you damn well better not move again, you're my only hope now. Just then, Zheng Gang seemed to faintly hear the sound of police sirens. His heart tightened and he immediately quickened his pace.
The alley was pitch black, and the private properties that had developed at varying heights were hidden in the darkness. They all looked similar, giving the impression of a beehive. Zheng Gang fumbled around for a long time, relying on his memory, until he spotted the tattered lantern hanging on the door. This old lantern, weathered by time and witnessing countless changes, now served as Zheng Gang's locator.
He looked around; all the windows were dark, only the howling of the cold wind could be heard. He went up the open-air steps to the second floor, looked at the lantern, and gently knocked three times on the door. Silence. He pressed his ear against the door. Not a sound. He knocked a few more times with more force; the thumping sound seemed to carry far in the darkness. The light in the window came on, and the door opened. When that tall figure appeared in the light, Zheng Gang felt a surge of warmth. It was right not to come looking for him back then; otherwise, he might be knocking on a door right now. Where is Caixia's door?

Chapter 44 Secret Weapon
As the saying goes, starting a business is difficult, but maintaining it is even more difficult. Similarly, creating wealth is difficult, but preserving it is even more difficult. Once you have accumulated a certain amount of wealth, all sorts of people will appear around you. They will be constantly surrounding you. Some will offer their services or talents to share in your wealth; some will follow you around hoping you'll accidentally slip a little money through their fingers; some will flatter you on the surface, but are actually calculating the money in your pocket every moment; even worse, some will hide in the dark corners, ready to smash you with a brick at any time; finally, there are those in power. They are the most direct, constantly asking for sponsorship, and if you don't give it to them, they will live in constant anxiety.
Shang Rong made a fortune in the stock market. From then on, he felt he was a wealthy man. After all, in this city, only a handful of people possessed hundreds of millions in assets. Even if he tried to keep a low profile, he would eventually attract attention. Moreover, the source of his wealth was unclear, making it exceptionally dangerous. Shang Rong seemed to have an ominous premonition that the money he controlled would eventually cause a bloodbath. Making preparations early was beneficial; it was better to be safe than sorry.
Not long after Zhang Ming joined the company, Shang Rong had him find three people, all demobilized soldiers, each possessing a skill from their military service. When Zhang Ming asked what kind of work these three people would do, Shang Rong said they shouldn't be given any work, just kept on the payroll. He also gave Zhang Ming 300,000 yuan to open a shop on Kunming Road. The three men lived like the owners of a small restaurant, self-sufficient. But they knew the owner wasn't a philanthropist and would eventually make them work for him.
Now was their turn. Shang Rong dared not act rashly; he knew that Zheng Gang's eyes were also watching his every move. Everyone he met, every place he went, every phone call he made was being recorded. Ideally, he should stay home and not go anywhere, but there were a few things he needed to settle before he could lie low and observe how things unfolded.
Shang Rong still trusted Zheng Gang's intelligence; he wasn't foolish enough to contact him now, much less go to Zhang Yan. Shang Rong wasn't sure if Zhang Yan would report him to the police if she saw Zheng Gang. Since he... He wasn't even sure if Zheng Gang would take that risk. If he wasn't mistaken, Zheng Gang should already have a hiding place. If he dared to loiter in public places like train stations and docks, news of his recapture would come within 24 hours. Once he had a hiding place, he could lie low for months, even half a year, exhausting the police force. Only then could they assess the situation and do what they could. Thinking this, Shang Rong felt he was being a bit too hasty; things weren't urgent yet. He believed Zheng Gang wouldn't easily expose him; after all, he was now Zheng Gang's bank. If he were to die, what would be the point of Zheng Gang keeping his own life?
Originally, Shang Rong had planned to have a private talk with Zhang Ming at the entertainment center this morning, but now... Having decided not to go for now, it was best to stay with Xiaoya. With her around, he could reduce the amount of surveillance he was under, and she could also act as a shield, proving his innocence if necessary.
Although he felt his analysis was correct, Shang Rong still opened his computer and sent an email to Zhang Ming. This was the first time he and Zhang Ming had used this method of communication; he had previously thought it unnecessary, but now, in these critical times, it was better to be cautious. Shang Rong's email to Zhang Ming contained only a few words: Restaurant closed for rectification.
After sending the email, Shang Rong listened intently; there was still no sound from the bedroom. The girl was still drunk. Although he hadn't done anything substantial last night when he carried her into the bedroom, he had still enjoyed her red lips... He then examined her breasts again, intending to continue his exploration, but the girl slapped him out of the bedroom. "Damn it, she's infiltrated my bed!" He had no choice but to spend the rest of the night on the sofa.
Shang Rong idly browsed the internet, and after reading a news article, he instantly exploded with rage.
The news reported that the embassy of a certain country where he was staying had been hit by a missile from a superpower, reduced to ruins, and suffering heavy casualties. "
Damn it, these bastards are too arrogant. This time they should really get serious, or will it just end in a war of words again?" Shang Rong paced back and forth in the room like a national leader, cursing every now and then, completely forgetting about Zheng Gang. Not satisfied with just cursing, he shouted, "Xiao Ya! Xiao Ya! Get up!"
A while later, Xiaoya finally entered the living room, her hair disheveled and socks off. She stared in astonishment at the man's mad dog-like expression, wondering who had provoked him again. Seeing Xiaoya staring at him with dazed eyes, Shang Rong went over and pulled her hand to the computer, saying, "Look at you, look at you! You're pushing your luck! What do you mean by 'accidental hit'? You always brag about how your missiles can accurately hit flies! The embassy is such a big place, how could it be so easily hit? And it just happened to hit ours, why didn't it hit Russia, Britain, France…"
Suddenly, he noticed the girl staring blankly at him, as if he were a complete stranger who had suddenly appeared before her. "Why
are you looking at me like that? You don't think I did it again, do you…"
Xiaoya rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're crazy, having an attack first thing in the morning."
Then, she awkwardly wiggled her little bottom and went back to her bedroom. "
Damn it, what kind of attitude is this? Don't you have any patriotism? And you call yourself a police officer? Bullshit!" Shang Rong cursed inwardly. Suddenly, he felt incredibly bored, so bored that no one wanted to talk to him. He paced around the room a couple more times before collapsing onto the sofa. "Isn't their embassy in Beijing? I'm going to buy a missile tomorrow and launch it at their embassy!"
After venting his frustration, Shang Rong seemed to regain some of his mental capacity. He suddenly thought, since this city wasn't exactly friendly to him, why stay in this hotbed of trouble? Why did the Red Army embark on the Long March? It was to escape the encirclement and suppression of the Kuomintang reactionaries, to break free from that circle of conflict. And what happened? They grew stronger with each struggle during their breakout, eventually returning to the city to seize power. Right! He needed to break out of this encirclement first. Calculating the dates, there was still some time before that damned spring equinox. If necessary, he'd take a trip to Shanghai. He had to bring the fake Xiaoya with him, otherwise Qi Shundong would bring a group of people with him, making it inconvenient to go anywhere. He just didn't know if the girl would come with him.
Thinking of this, Shang Rong perked up again, jumped off the sofa, and ran to the bedroom to find Xiaoya. The girl was still lying in bed, curled up, seemingly asleep or awake. The blanket clearly outlined her shapely figure, especially the curves of her hips and waist, making Shang Rong unconsciously swallow. "
You're not planning to get up today?"
"My head hurts,"
Xiaoya said, placing a hand on her head.
Of course she'd have a headache after drinking so much strong liquor. "
Are you catching a cold?"
Shang Rong said, squatting down beside the bed and pressing his face against the girl's.
Xiaoya sat up abruptly, saying, "Ugh! Weren't you done last night?"
Her face flushed.
Shang Rong forgot about flirting and told her about his idea of visiting Shanghai.
"Shanghai!"
Xiaoya exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy.
Seriously? Going to Shanghai isn't like going to New York, why the fuss? "
Aren't you starting school soon?"
Shang Rong teased.
Xiaoya said shyly, "This semester is just social practice, there aren't any classes."
Shang Rong chuckled, "Then it's settled. I need to go home and say a proper goodbye to my wife. You probably need to say goodbye to someone too. Let's split up."
Xiaoya snorted and lay back down on the bed. Shang Rong sighed, looking at the girl's exposed white waist. It's true what they say, a good horse is ridden, a good man is bullied by a woman. How dare she be so arrogant, she doesn't even consider me a man!
Zi Hui woke up in the morning and saw Zhang Yan already sitting at the table eating breakfast. She thought to herself, "This little girl got up early today." "
Yan Yan, are you going out today? You're up so early."
Zhang Yan turned around and said, "Sister Zi Hui, you're supposed to be the company's CEO, how can you be such a sleepyhead!"
Zi Hui came over and pinched Zhang Yan's cheek, saying, "If Shang Rong had been home last night, I don't know how late you would have gotten up."
Zhang Yan blushed and said, "Who knows who wouldn't have gotten up?"
Zi Hui poured some juice into her glass and said, "What did Shang Rong say to you on the phone yesterday?"
Zhang Yan pouted and said, "What else could he say? He was talking to someone at his hideout."
Zi Hui looked at Zhang Yan mysteriously and said, "You'd better keep a close eye on him, don't let him hide in that pillbox all the time. Who knows when he might bring one back for us."
Zhang Yan said, "You're just relying on me, you... " "What does he do? Every time he comes back, he just sweet-talks you, but I've never seen you try to persuade him."
Zi Hui laughed, "Alright, alright, I guess I was worrying for nothing. I have to go to work now. These past few days I've been busy with project settlements and hotel renovations. I'm so busy. Shang Rong is always busy with other things, I never see him. I don't know what he's so busy with."
Zhang Yan said, "Of course he's busy with important matters. He's strategizing, and you're making the decisions. What a great team!"
Zi Hui got up and patted Zhang Yan on the head, saying as she walked away, "Now you're being so smooth-talking, but when he brings back a shrewish wife, you'll be crying. You'd better go check on him. It's good to care about your man. Do you know what it means to be virtuous?"
After saying that, she glanced at herself in the mirror and went out.
Sun Xiaoyu was indeed saying goodbye to her two superiors, just as Shang Rong had predicted. After hearing Xiaoyu's account, the two leaders fell into deep thought. Director Zhang Aijun asked, "Do you think his trip to Shanghai might be related to money?"
Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "It was a sudden decision, like a whim. I don't think it has anything to do with money. But he's been preparing to open a hotel recently; maybe he wants to go out and do some research."
Qi Shundong stared at Sun Xiaoyu and asked, "Are you sure Shang Rong didn't get the news of Zheng Gang's escape?"
Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment but still shook her head. This was the second time she had lied to her superior today.
Qi Shundong frowned and paced around the room a few times. He turned to Xiaoyu and said, "We don't need to speculate anymore about whether Shang Rong knows about Zheng Gang's escape. Xiaoyu, try to get the information out to him. Maybe he'll cancel his trip to Shanghai after learning about Zheng Gang's escape. We should try our best to keep him in the city. Once he leaves, it will be harder to control him. After all, we don't have any solid evidence right now, so it's difficult to ask other units for help. If he insists on going to Shanghai after getting the information, then Xiaoyu will need to go with him."
Zhang Aijun sighed and said, "Yes! Zheng Gang has definitely gone into hiding. If he doesn't come out, finding someone in a city of over ten million people is like finding a needle in a haystack. It's more likely that Li Shangrong will slip up."
Sun Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Is it necessary to make direct contact with Shang Rong? Didn't the bureau say that if he voluntarily returns the stolen money, they won't pursue the matter and will even give him a reward? If Shang Rong has taken the money and now knows about Zheng Gang's escape, he might consider this suggestion out of pressure."
Qi Shundong laughed heartily upon hearing this. "
Xiaoyu, that's your naiveté. It seems you still don't understand Shang Rong's character. Shang Rong once told me that he almost jumped off a building to commit suicide, but he didn't because he was unwilling to die like that. He wanted to keep his life to fight against everyone who opposed him. I basically believe him. Fighting others is what makes him happiest. If he could hand over the stolen money, he wouldn't be Shang Rong. So, it's easy to get him to give up his life, but to get him to hand over the money is like asking a tiger for its skin."
Sun Xiaoyu thought to herself, "How come I've never heard that person say these things before? It seems he doesn't consider himself a..." "
Xiaoyu, I heard your brother also works in Shanghai. If you go to Shanghai this time, be careful and don't let Shang Rong find out anything about you."
Sun Xiaoyu blushed and nodded. He probably already knew everything about me.
Watching Xiaoyu's departing figure, Qi Shundong thought to himself that the girl was acting strangely today. So he said to Zhang Aijun, "Xiaoyu seems a bit absent-minded today. Is something wrong?"
Zhang Aijun looked at him and said, "What? You still suspect her?"
Qi Shundong said with a serious expression, "No, but I'm afraid she might develop feelings for him over time! Shang Rong is an expert in this area; Xiaoyu might not be a match for her. I think we should send a reliable person with them to Shanghai, as a protective measure for Xiaoyu."
Zhang Aijun nodded thoughtfully.

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