Sinking and Resistance

When Zhou Qian woke up, she found Li Binghe lying next to her, still reeking of alcohol, fast asleep, probably having just returned. Zhou Qian had to go to work today, so she hurriedly got up. The first thing she did was change her underwear. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had already masturbated with a perfume bottle while showering last night, and had had erotic dreams all night. Zhou Qian didn't want to recall the details of her dreams, but subconsciously she remembered them. The man in her dreams was sometimes Ah Jun, sometimes that villain, but definitely not her husband.

When she woke up, Zhou Qian felt something strange down there. Reaching down, she realized she had ejaculated, and her underwear was sticky. Zhou Qian was a little worried that she might have talked in her sleep, but seeing her husband so drunk, she figured he wouldn't hear her even if she did. Reassured, Zhou Qian changed into a more conservative pair of cotton underwear to take better care of her private parts.

After some deliberation, she chose a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose. These pantyhose were double-layered, not only providing warmth but also creating the illusion of sheer skin—the inner layer was easily mistaken for flesh, making the pantyhose appear as alluringly transparent as spring/summer styles. The pantyhose waistband was a few inches above her navel, covering her long, shapely legs, flat stomach, and pert buttocks, accentuating her curves and making her look even more alluring.

Zhou Qian twirled a few times in front of the mirror, and apart from her large buttocks that had always bothered her, she was quite satisfied with herself. She put on a base layer, a tight-fitting sweater, a short black blazer, and finally, a burgundy soft leather high-waisted pleated midi skirt over the pantyhose. A typical white-collar professional woman was reflected in the mirror.

As Zhou Qian went downstairs and passed through the building's lobby, she ran into Old Man Gao again. The old lecher was still staring lecherously at her breasts and skirt, but unlike usual, he didn't seem as obsessive; instead, a sly glint appeared in his eyes. Zhou Qian didn't want to get entangled with him and hurried away.

Just as she got into a taxi, her phone beeped. Who would send a text message this early? She opened it and saw a multimedia message from an unknown number, probably an advertisement from some business. She casually flipped through it, and Zhou Qian's face froze—it was a picture she had seen last night, a frozen moment of herself being passionately kissed and touched by Zhao Dongliang. The most ridiculous thing was the caption next to the picture: "Are you wet?" Zhou Qian's face flushed red, her chest heaving violently, and she shouted at the driver, "Stop the car!" The driver was startled, "We're not there yet!" "I told you to stop, so stop!" Zhou Qian had no time for further arguments. She hurriedly got out of the car, found a quiet spot by the roadside, and dialed Xiahou Dan's number. "Sister Dan, could you give me Duanmu Yang's phone number?" Xiahou Dan was a little surprised. "Hmm? You're looking for Duanmu?" "Yes, do you have his number? He said I could ask you for it if I needed it." Zhou Qian was in a hurry.

"I don't know if he's awake yet... Wait a moment, I'll give it to you." Xiahou Dan hesitated for a moment, but still gave Zhou Qian the number.

Zhou Qian didn't waste a second, but although the call connected, no one answered for a long time. Zhou Qian continued dialing, muttering to herself, "Damn it, answer it already!" Just as she was muttering to herself, the call suddenly connected, and a lazy voice came from the other end: "Hmm? Who's looking for?" Zhou Qian immediately launched into a tirade: "You filthy scoundrel! You said you'd call me if I needed help, and this is how you help me? If you want to bully me, just say so, don't be so hypocritical!" Duanmu Yang seemed bewildered. "Please! My dear lady, what are you talking about?" Zhou Qian was most annoyed by his feigned ignorance. "Are you still pretending? What do you want? Is this cat-and-mouse game fun...?" "Wait! Grandma, can't you just explain yourself? What did I do to offend you?" Duanmu Yang interrupted her.

Zhou Qian was naturally bad at swearing. She had wanted to say something harsher, but instead, she started sobbing uncontrollably. "I really fooled you last night. I thought you'd let me off the hook. I was so stupid..." "Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Duanmu Yang still sounded clueless. Zhou Qian didn't have the energy to argue with this guy who was pretending to be stupid any longer, and she hung up the phone with a "click." The phone rang immediately after she hung up. Zhou Qian thought it was Duanmu Yang calling back, but when she glanced at the phone, it was a landline, and it looked like the police station's number. Could it be that Li Binghe's colleagues couldn't find him and called here?

Zhou Qian wiped away her tears, cleared her throat, and answered the phone. A woman's voice came through: "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Li Binghe?" "Yes, what's the matter?" The formal tone of the other party made Zhou Qian a little nervous.

"Hello, Mrs. Li. This is the Green Sea Police Station's surveillance room. We have received some complaints against the families of police officers and need you to come in and explain." This was a formal notification. Zhou Qian felt a little strange. She had nothing to hide; she had never interfered with her husband's work, nor had she asked the police for help beyond their authority. She should have discussed this with her husband, but considering he had just gotten home and was catching up on sleep, she felt a little reluctant. She called Du Yingying again, but the beautiful woman's phone was off; she must have been causing a ruckus at the place she had booked last night. She should at least go check on her first.

Just then, the phone rang again, and this time it really was Duanmu. Zhou Qian was full of worries, so she simply turned off her phone. She had already guessed from Duanmu Yang's unpredictable actions and inscrutable expression that this was going to be a long game; this guy's ambitions were far more despicable than those of Huang Zhiwei. She didn't have time to worry about any of that now.

She took the morning off from work and rushed to the police station. The female officer in the investigation room was very polite, constantly saying that complaints like this were inevitable, and that the case could usually be closed after questioning, nothing serious. Besides, they were all colleagues; why would they make things difficult for each other? Zhou Qian felt a little relieved, but hearing that the person who wanted to talk to her was that fat bastard Huang Zhiwei, she couldn't help but feel uneasy again. The policewoman led Zhou Qian to Huang Zhiwei's office and then closed the door and left. The short, fat Huang Zhiwei leaned out from behind his desk, staring at Zhou Qian carefully before speaking, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Finally, the fat man's gaze stopped on Zhou Qian's thighs, and he clicked his tongue in admiration: "Mrs. Li, although your diamond bikini was more dazzling last night, I still prefer you in stockings." Zhou Qian had already suffered a great humiliation yesterday, and she wasn't completely unprepared. She immediately protested, "Director Huang, since this is an investigation, I request that other officers be present!" Huang Zhiwei was taken aback. Zhou Qian's request was completely legitimate. If he ignored her, she could use this alone to bring him down later. However, he chuckled, leaned back in his chair, crossed his short, chubby fingers in front of his chest, and said leisurely, "Mrs. Li, are you really going to do this? I was originally going to save you some face!" Zhou Qian asked angrily, "What kind of complaint is it? Please, Director Huang, don't play games." "What kind? Mrs. Li should know perfectly well. It's naturally about her personal conduct. Although the law doesn't stipulate that police officers' wives must especially adhere to traditional virtues, once a police officer's wife commits adultery and it affects his work, that's no longer a private matter. Besides, this police officer is a young sergeant with an important position and a promising future!" Huang Zhiwei suddenly became serious.

Zhou Qian felt a chill in her heart. "You? That MMS?" "Haha! Mrs. Li is a sensible person. There's no need to be so explicit, is there?" Huang Zhiwei glanced smugly at Zhou Qian's pale face.

"You've been following me!" Zhou Qian was somewhat incredulous.

Huang Zhiwei chuckled, "Everyone says Mrs. Li is the most beautiful woman in the Green Sea Police Force. Even if a famous woman is taken, it's inevitable that some people will covet her. As an inspector, it's only right to take precautions." Zhou Qian took two steps back, grabbed the doorknob, and tried to leave, but the door was firmly locked and wouldn't budge.

Huang Zhiwei sneered, "Mrs. Li, this door has an electronic lock. You're not leaving without it! Besides, this is a top-secret office, extremely soundproof. You can shout if you want." Zhou Qian turned around, glaring at Huang Zhiwei. "Don't even think about messing around again. My husband won't let you get away with this!" "Your husband? Heh, you want your husband to see you acting like a slut? Probably not!" Huang Zhiwei suddenly stood up from behind the desk, his eyes flashing with malice. "Mrs. Li, you're relying on someone else, aren't you? Your lover's got connections everywhere! He stole my phone and even sent a hacker to break into my computer and delete my files. If I hadn't kept a copy online, you really would have gotten away with it!" "What?" Zhou Qian felt a buzzing in her head. So Duanmu Yang really didn't mean any harm. Not only did he not mean any harm, he even helped her quietly! If I had been a little more patient with his explanation, would I have fallen into this wolf's den?

Huang Zhiwei, a shrewd man, immediately saw through Zhou Qian's inner struggle. Seizing the opportunity, he approached her and demanded, "Speak! Who did this? Was it that bastard who kicked me yesterday?" Zhou Qian, filled with regret and despair, roared, "I don't know what you're talking about!" A sharp "slap" rang out, and five finger marks appeared on Zhou Qian's face. Zhou Qian covered her face, looking at Huang Zhiwei in fear. She had only ever seen Huang Zhiwei's sleazy side; she had no idea he could be so fierce.

Huang Zhiwei grabbed Zhou Qian's long hair, dragged her onto the sofa, and slapped her again. "You filthy bitch! Stop pretending to be innocent! How many men have you been with? That doctor couldn't possibly have done this! Tell me, which reckless bastard did it!" Zhou Qian's hair was practically falling out of her scalp, tears streaming down her face from the pain. She raised her head and replied, "How would I know anything about you!" "Still so stubborn!" Huang Zhiwei lifted Zhou Qian's skirt and pinned her to the sofa. Zhou Qian kicked her legs desperately, struggling in vain.

Actually, Huang Zhiwei's original plan was to molest Zhou Qian before taking any physical action. After all, he had been eyeing this woman for almost a year, and just seeing her stockinged legs made him painfully aroused. However, the situation developed unexpectedly. He never expected Zhou Qian to fight back, and to be so defiant even after he exposed her. It seemed he had underestimated this woman all along. To completely control her, Huang Zhiwei decided to utterly destroy Zhou Qian's will to resist.

The office phone on Huang Zhiwei's desk rang incessantly, but he refused to answer. Zhou Qian's skirt was already pulled up to her waist, her white panties barely visible beneath her flesh-colored stockings, arousing Huang Zhiwei's lust. He pressed his fat face tightly against the crotch of Zhou Qian's stockings.

Zhou Qian screamed, desperately trying to move Huang Zhiwei's head away from her crotch. But Huang Zhiwei's left hand was still gripping Zhou Qian's long hair; he forcefully pulled her hair back, causing her head to snap back in excruciating pain, rendering her unable to resist.

Huang Zhiwei's fat face was now pressed tightly against the crotch of Zhou Qian's stockings. Instinctively, Zhou Qian desperately tried to close her legs. However, this only pinned Huang Zhiwei's head down, pressing his face even closer to her genitals. Zhou Qian was exceptionally clean, and her genitals smelled wonderful, making Huang Zhiwei feel as if he were in paradise. His lewd tongue couldn't resist sticking out and licking the center of her pantyhose with a "smack, smack" sound.

"No, you bastard!" Zhou Qian felt a warm, wet object brushing against her most private area. Even through her underwear and pantyhose, the strange sensation was intense. What made her even more ashamed was that her body was incredibly sensitive to Huang Zhiwei's lewd intrusion. After a while, her vagina became wet and began to secrete fluid.

"You slut, you're already flooded! How many times have you cheated on Li Binghe? You probably can't even count them yourself!" Huang Zhiwei was overjoyed. He took a breath and then pressed his tongue against the wet patch on her pantyhose, savoring the slightly pungent fluid.

"Mmm…" Zhou Qian tried hard not to moan aloud. She had to admit, the feeling of having her genitals licked was incredibly strange. If only it were someone else! How could she have been played by such a scoundrel? How could this happen?

"Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Huang Zhiwei reached out and ripped Zhou Qian's pantyhose, revealing her white cotton underwear. The underwear wasn't thin, but the crotch area was completely soaked with her juices. Huang Zhiwei pinched Zhou Qian's private parts through the underwear and laughed, "Now it's my turn to have some fun!" With that, he pulled down his pants, revealing his short, thick penis, and was about to press down on Zhou Qian again. Zhou Qian, who was already curled up in a corner of the sofa, reached out to push Huang Zhiwei away, her voice becoming hoarse: "Director Huang, please, no, no!" "Really no?" Huang Zhiwei grinned maliciously.

"No, Director Huang, don't come any closer! I'll do anything for you, please don't do this!" Zhou Qian cried and begged.

Huang Zhiwei actually stopped, calmly returned to his desk, and simply unplugged the constantly ringing phone. Zhou Qian hurriedly straightened her clothes; her pantyhose were no longer wearable, and she really didn't want to take them off in front of Huang Zhiwei. Just then, Huang Zhiwei took something out of a drawer—a large, barbed, realistic-looking dildo, several sizes larger than the usual size!

"Take this!" Huang Zhiwei tossed the dildo onto the sofa.

Zhou Qian refused to pick it up, pleading, "Director Huang, please! Let me go!" "Hmph, so you want my real penis!" Huang Zhiwei laughed, "What a slut!" He stood up again, and Zhou Qian shuddered, quickly picking up the dildo and curling up in the corner of the sofa, saying, "Don't come any closer! I... I'll do what you say, okay?" "That's a good girl! Come on, turn around! Take off your panties! Or do you want me to help you take them off?" Huang Zhiwei remotely controlled her from two or three meters away.

Zhou Qian, her face filled with sorrow, slowly turned her body to face Huang Zhiwei, and then slowly began to take off her underwear.

Little did she know that her reluctant, writhing movements were a huge arousal for Huang Zhiwei. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, his breathing rapid. "Quick! Take off your underwear! Hurry up, or I'll come and fuck you!" "Ah, don't come closer..." Zhou Qian had no choice but to lean forward and peel her underwear off her shapely buttocks.

Zhou Qian's legs were together, and Huang Zhiwei actually had time to see clearly, but the clumps of pubic hair on Zhou Qian's private parts were enough to make this fat man's imagination run wild. He was masturbating with one hand and took a digital camera from a drawer with the other, his voice trembling as he said, "Hurry up, put your big cock into your cunt!" Only then did Zhou Qian realize what he was going to do! Once he took such obscene photos, wouldn't she be even more at his mercy in the future? Zhou Qian was so frustrated she couldn't even cry anymore! Huang Zhiwei's penis trembled, his fat face turning a liverish color from congestion. He yelled, "You filthy bitch, spread your legs!" Zhou Qian slowly opened her thighs, glancing at the strange, thorny thing in her hand, thicker than a rolling pin. Good heavens, if this thing goes in, won't my insides turn into a sack? Is it really like Duanmu said, that I've become a piece of rotten flesh that anyone can bite into? Zhou Qian's mind went blank, while Huang Zhiwei's voice was hoarse with excitement. It might

seem strange, but having finally gotten to enjoy her company, why would Huang Zhiwei let Zhou Qian masturbate instead of doing it himself? It turned out Huang Zhiwei had his own unspeakable secret. Last night, while he was molesting Zhou Qian, he was pushed against a stone pillar, his glans throbbing with pain. When he got back, he discovered the skin at the tip was chafed, making even urination excruciatingly painful, let alone sex.

But then again, there would be plenty of opportunities to have sex in the future. Watching this most alluring beauty in the Green Sea Police Force masturbate now seemed to have a unique appeal. Besides, with these erotic photos, he could not only use them as blackmail, but also enjoy them himself. Such a promising prospect—how could Huang Zhiwei not feel his heart flutter and his mind wander?

"Ring ring!" The phone rang urgently. Even though he had already unplugged the phone, there was another phone nearby. Huang Zhiwei stopped masturbating and stared at the incessantly ringing phone with an incredulous look. This was a top-secret phone known only to a select few, used to directly report top-secret surveillance information to superiors. This phone almost never rang. Refusing such a call would have serious consequences. He hesitated for a moment, but the phone continued to ring stubbornly.

"Damn it!" Huang Zhiwei cursed under his breath, answering the phone. "Hello!" A pleasant female voice came from the other end, but the content of her words instantly changed Huang Zhiwei's expression.

Zhou Qian covered her lower body with her skirt, not even daring to put her underwear back on. But after Huang Zhiwei hung up the phone, he was completely deflated, telling Zhou Qian, "Get out." Zhou Qian glared at him, wondering what he was up to. Huang Zhiwei jumped up, roaring, "I told you to get out!" Zhou Qian straightened her clothes, stuffing her pantyhose into her handbag. By this time, Huang Zhiwei had also finished dressing. He sat at the table muttering to himself, seemingly having completely lost interest in Zhou Qian.

Zhou Qian tossed her hair to one side, covering her left cheek where Huang Zhiwei had slapped her twice, and hurriedly left, ignoring the curious gaze of the female police officer at the reception desk. She seemed to encounter several familiar police officers in the lobby, but Zhou Qian ignored them all, rushing to the roadside downstairs from the police station to hail a taxi.

An SUV pulled up in front of her, blocking her view. She took a couple of impatient steps forward, then suddenly realized something, turned around, and sure enough, saw a guy inside the car grinning at her.

"Duanmu Yang!" This was the first time Zhou Qian had called this scoundrel by his name. Almost instinctively, she took a few quick steps, opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and buried her face in Duanmu Yang's arms, bursting into tears. Duanmu Yang gently held Zhou Qian's shoulders, letting her cry her heart out.

After some time, Zhou Qian, her eyes red and swollen, looked up, wiped her tears haphazardly, and said, "I'm sorry you had to laugh at me." Duanmu Yang didn't say anything, but simply reached out and brushed the hair away from Zhou Qian's left cheek. The delicate skin there was already red and swollen. Duanmu Yang's fingers slid over it, the movement very light, but his hands were covered in calluses, and Zhou Qian couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Duanmu Yang lowered his hand, turned his face away, and looked straight ahead, asking in a low voice, "What did he do to you?" Duanmu Yang's gloomy expression startled Zhou Qian. She timidly said, "It's alright, nothing... thank goodness the phone rang. You were the one who called, weren't you?" Duanmu Yang didn't answer, but softly asked, "Why did you hang up on me? And turn off your phone? What if he hadn't answered?" Zhou Qian's mind was still a mess; she hadn't had time to sort everything out, but she already had a feeling. She had intended to apologize properly, but seeing Duanmu Yang's concern, she felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart and couldn't help but act coquettishly, "You always have a way, don't you?" "Maybe. I know a few people in this building. But it might not be in time," Duanmu Yang said coldly.

Zhou Qian reached out and gently tugged at Duanmu Yang's elbow sleeve, "Duanmu, why are you so good to me?" "You're wrong. I'm not good to you." Duanmu Yang started the car.

"Where are we going?" Zhou Qian didn't really care. After escaping a disaster, she felt a strong attachment to Duanmu Yang, who was practically a stranger. She didn't care where he took her. Although he seemed either bad or cool on the surface, she was convinced that this man had been secretly protecting her. As for his roguish habits? Who doesn't have flaws? Duanmu Yang remained expressionless, just like last night, and answered after a long pause, "Let Miss Xiahou put an ice pack on your face, otherwise it'll take several days for the swelling to go down." "Oh," Zhou Qian agreed, a little aggrieved. She had really wanted to spend some time alone with Duanmu Yang, but how did this get involved with Xiahou Dan again? Couldn't she just go to the clinic and find a nurse? But Duanmu Yang's imposing aura made her afraid to ask further.

Duanmu Yang made a phone call: "Wait for me at the teahouse, I'll bring Zhou Qian over right away." Needless to say, Xiahou Dan answered the phone. Judging from Duanmu Yang's casual tone, he couldn't possibly be Xiahou Dan's subordinate. While she was making wild guesses, the car arrived at an antique-style teahouse. Duanmu Yang led Zhou Qian through a side door into a courtyard where Xiahou Dan was already waiting.

Duanmu Yang said, "I have something to do, I'll be going now. You can take Zhou Qian home later." Before he finished speaking, Duanmu Yang's figure had already disappeared into the courtyard. Zhou Qian suddenly felt wronged and wanted to cry, but Xiahou Dan was leading her inside, so she had to hold back.

The room was as antique as the outside of the teahouse, but surprisingly, it had all the necessary healing tools. Xiahou Dan skillfully applied an ice pack to Zhou Qian's face, then sprayed some unknown medicine on it for a while. Zhou Qian's face gradually stopped burning, but when she looked in the mirror, she could still vaguely see several deep finger marks.

Xiahou Dan said considerately, "It will go away in about half an hour." "Okay, thank you, Director Xiahou!" Zhou Qian suddenly felt a distance growing between herself and Xiahou Dan, and her way of addressing her changed involuntarily.

"Why are you being so formal?" Xiahou Dan smiled slightly, "Have some tea before you go." Xiahou Dan brewed a kind of herbal tea for Zhou Qian. Zhou Qian didn't quite understand the name, but it was said to have the effect of reducing swelling and relieving pain. After drinking it, she indeed felt refreshed. Zhou Qian couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Her hostility towards Xiahou Dan was completely unfounded, even though she had always been very kind to her. She asked abruptly, "Sister Dan, may I ask you a question?" "Of course, go ahead." Xiahou Dan poured Zhou Qian another cup of tea.

Zhou Qian looked at Xiahou Dan, "Um, Duanmu is your boyfriend, right?" Xiahou Dan put down the kettle, staring intently at Zhou Qian with a half-smile. Zhou Qian felt that at this moment, she and Duanmu Yang looked more and more like a couple. Xiahou Dan suddenly laughed out loud, "Do you think Duanmu is the type to be someone's boyfriend?" "Oh!" The lewd scene in the sauna flashed through her mind; Xiahou Dan was right. Zhou Qian couldn't tell if she was happy or disappointed.

Xiahou Dan looked at her: "I also have something I'm not sure if I should say." "Ah? Sister Dan, just say it." "Well, Qianqian, I want to remind you: stay as far away from Duanmu Yang as possible." Hearing this, Zhou Qian felt a strange sensation and couldn't help but ask bluntly, "What about you?" "I'm different from you. Besides, you're a married woman." Xiahou Dan stared at Zhou Qian, her gaze piercing.

Zhou Qian's face immediately flushed; if it weren't already swollen, it would have been very noticeable. After a while, she tried to cover it up by explaining, "Actually, there's nothing between him and me. We only met for the first time yesterday." Xiahou Dan nodded. "I know. By the way, Qianqian, you've been married for several years now, right? When are you planning to have children?" Zhou Qian was surprised that the topic had shifted to this. She honestly replied, "My father passed away early, and my mother is taking care of my younger brother on the mainland. Binghe's father also passed away last year. We're both busy with our careers now, and I'm afraid there won't be anyone to take care of us if we have children too early." "If you're planning to have children, the sooner the better!" Xiahou Dan sighed. "That's just how women are." At this moment, Xiahou Dan seemed particularly disappointed, a far cry from her shrewdness and confidence of yesterday. Zhou Qian couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted as well. If interpreted in a normal way, Xiahou Dan was probably trying to prevent her from getting too close to Duanmu Yang, right? It was hard to believe that she and Duanmu Yang didn't have a special relationship. But judging from the way she spoke, it seemed to be from the bottom of her heart.

In fact, wasn't Zhou Qian's own heart also a mess? Although she had always been particularly attractive to men since her teenage years, she was never a promiscuous woman. After an unexpected incident the year she graduated from university, she never entertained the thought of cheating again. Now, Duanmu Yang's appearance did give her a mysterious thrill and a quiet, pampered happiness. But what did she really want? She herself wasn't sure.

She couldn't tell her husband about Huang Zhiwei's blackmail and molestation; without Duanmu Yang, she feared she would have completely succumbed. Now Duanmu Yang had resolved this problem, and he seemed to have no intention of asking for anything in return.

So, like Xiahou Dan suggested, should she let this matter completely pass? Perhaps she should have a baby and become a full-time housewife? Perhaps she shouldn't have gotten involved between Xiahou Dan and Duanmu Yang?

Regardless of Zhou Qian's thoughts, Huang Zhiwei's blackmail incident seemed to have truly become a fleeting episode.

Huang Zhiwei never harassed Zhou Qian again, and when they occasionally met in social situations, he was always polite to her. As for Duanmu Yang, he simply disappeared completely from her life.

The memory of this incident resurfaced because of Du Yingying, who was completely unaware of it. That day, Du Yingying took Zhou Qian to a beauty salon. Normally, annual membership cards couldn't be lent to others, but Yingying was a VIP at the salon, so exceptions were sometimes made.

After a series of routine treatments including aromatherapy massage and ovarian maintenance, two handsome young men in tight tank tops and shorts entered the private room. Although Yingying had previously mentioned that the salon had male beauticians, and that one of her closest acquaintances was male, Zhou Qian's eyes still widened when she saw them in person.

Zhou Qian was still dizzy when Du Yingying had already brazenly unbuttoned her bathrobe. One of the handsome young men walked over and looked at Du Yingying's genitals, laughing, "Sister Yingying, your pubic hair has grown so much!" "You shameless Ah Hua, how dare you say that! For some reason, it seems to grow faster the more I cut it!" Du Yingying said, spreading her legs. "Last time you tricked me, saying you'd cut it into a plum blossom shape! What a joke, it's only been two weeks and it's already lost its shape!" The young man chuckled, "That's because your pubic hair grows too fast, not because I tricked you!" Zhou Qian was dumbfounded. Wasn't Yingying practically exposing her entire private parts to men? How could they talk so calmly! If she were stared at like that by strange men, she would be mortified! Just then, the other handsome young man coughed lightly and asked, "Miss, would you like a shaved head, or would you like a more elaborate style?"

"Huh? Me?" Zhou Qian realized she was also about to receive a man's pubic hair trimming service. She instinctively covered her bare nightgown and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Um, do you have any female masseuses here?" The handsome young man seemed quite confused for a moment. Du Yingying covered her mouth and laughed for a while before saying, "Ah Liang, this is my friend's first time here. It's not that she thinks you're not good-looking, she's just not used to it yet." The handsome young man's expression improved a bit. Du Yingying added, "Ah Liang, since my friend isn't used to it, go tell the proprietress to call Xiao Li over." Ah Liang nodded and left, giving Zhou Qian a somewhat resentful look before he left, making Zhou Qian feel quite guilty. After the female masseuse arrived, Zhou Qian wasn't at ease because the handsome young man who had served Yingying was still in the room.

Zhou Qian wanted to change rooms, but since they had been doing all the treatments together, they could chat while getting their treatments done. Asking to change rooms now seemed too abrupt. After much deliberation, she turned around, leaving her robe unbuttoned, and simply lifted it up for the masseuse to trim her pubic hair. The masseuse,

Xiao Li, first disinfected Zhou Qian's genitals with a wash, then applied shaving cream. Zhou Qian didn't want any special shape, just wanted the area of pubic hair reduced. Xiao Li understood, "Then let's cut it into a standard small inverted triangle. Shave the hair around the labia and anus, right?" Zhou Qian guessed that was it and quickly nodded.

Xiao Li's movements were skilled and light, but inevitably, she touched her private area. Zhou Qian's genitals were extremely sensitive, and she quickly controlled herself, trying not to let her mind wander. Even so, she still seemed to have a slight physiological reaction. Fortunately, she had just washed down there, so she was already a little moist, and Zhou Qian hoped she could pretend not to notice.

On the next bed, the handsome young man was chatting animatedly with Du Yingying, while Zhou Qian's side remained completely silent. Perhaps to break the awkwardness, Xiao Li started chatting with Zhou Qian: "Miss, you're probably not married yet, right?" Zhou Qian said, "No, I've been married for many years." "Oh? I can't tell!" Xiao Li seemed genuinely surprised, "Miss, your vaginal opening is very tight, and the color of your vulva is very bright! You must get regular treatments, right?" "No, no, there's no need for treatments?" Zhou Qian felt incredibly out of touch. Moreover, being discussed about her genitals in front of men always made her feel uncomfortable.

Du Yingying chimed in, "Of course I do! I only need to wash it once a month! But our Qianqian doesn't need to, she looks like a virgin!" Ahua also chimed in with a laugh, "It's a pity A Liang doesn't get to see it!" "You rascal, do you want to see it?" Du Yingying slapped the handsome young man.

Zhou Qian, a little mesmerized by their explanation, quickly protested, "Don't make fun of me, I'm an old woman!" After shaving their body hair, Du Yingying and Zhou Qian went naked into the sealed steam room. The two voluptuous best friends couldn't help but joke about each other's bodies for a while. Then, Du Yingying suddenly sighed, "Speaking of which, Brother Binghe is really lucky! He has such a beautiful wife, and his career is booming!" Zhou Qian was a little confused, "Why do you say that? According to that logic, isn't Brother Delun even luckier?" "No way!" Du Yingying lowered her voice, "Qianqian, haven't you heard?" "What happened?" "Sigh, Delun has been suspended from his duties and is under investigation!" Du Yingying looked worried, a stark contrast to her cheerful demeanor just moments before.

Zhou Qian was shocked. "When did this happen?" Du Yingying said, "It happened this morning. I had an appointment with Salon, so I didn't cancel." "You could have rescheduled!" Zhou Qian was very touched. "Brother Delun should be alright, right? There are a lot of people who file false accusations these days!" Du Yingying shook her head. "It's hard to say! As a criminal investigator, you know, if you don't skirt the law, you can't solve a single case! If you insist on being thorough, who can guarantee you won't get caught? Besides..." "Besides what?" Zhou Qian felt that her best friend didn't need to be so hesitant.

Du Yingying said with distress, "I always feel that this has something to do with Huang Zhiwei. He called me in for a talk last time, saying that when I was expanding the company's business, I improperly used my husband's power to put pressure on him. He even tried to take advantage of me for this! I didn't fall for his tricks. Anyway, I reprimanded him without hesitation." "Ah?" Zhou Qian was surprised. It turned out that she wasn't the only police officer's family member who had been harassed by Huang Zhiwei. She asked sympathetically, "That fatso isn't holding a grudge because of this, is he?" "Hard to say! With that kind of character and that position, it wouldn't be difficult to find fault with him." Du Yingying sighed again.

It turned out that her earlier cheerful laughter was all an act in front of her, and Zhou Qian felt extremely guilty. She suggested, "Since that's the case, why don't you go and beg that fatso?" "Beg him? That's like handing yourself over to the chopping block!" Du Yingying smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid he'll eat human flesh and then not perform his duties!" "That's true..." Zhou Qian shared her friend's worry.

Du Yingying suddenly nudged Zhou Qian with her elbow, "Qianqian, I heard they say you're good at dealing with Huang Zhiwei!" "Where did that come from?" Zhou Qian panicked. She had really wanted to complain to Du Yingying about being harassed by Huang Zhiwei, but this matter involved her own "scandal," so she kept her mouth shut. Now that Du Yingying brought it up, she felt extremely embarrassed.

"Don't lie to me!" Du Yingying said, "At the last party, I saw him being very respectful to you." "Well, it's not like that..." Zhou Qian really didn't know how to explain.

Du Yingying took Zhou Qian's hand, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, "Qianqian! I know this has nothing to do with you, but I'm really worried about Delun! Huang Zhiwei is so lewd to everyone, but he's so polite to you. You must have some connections to keep him in check, right?" "This..." Seeing her best friend's tears and thinking about her own experience, Zhou Qian blurted out, "Yingying, I have a friend who seems to have some connections at the police station. But I don't know if he can handle this." "Ah! I knew Qianqian was the best!" Du Yingying hugged Zhou Qian and kissed her on the cheek.

The two beautiful women were completely naked, and both were very busty. Hugging like this, their chests pressed together, their four mounds of flesh like steamed buns squeezed together, grinding against each other. Zhou Qian was a little embarrassed. "I don't know if my friend will be willing to help." "Oh, a beautiful lady like you is asking for a favor; he might be more than happy to oblige." Du Yingying clearly saw a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Qian didn't want to disappoint her best friend. "Okay, I'll call him later." Besides helping her best friend, Zhou Qian had another ulterior motive. She really wanted to see Duanmu Yang again; if they couldn't meet in person, she wanted to at least find an excuse to call him. After being warned by Xiahou Dan, Zhou Qian had actually tried to contact Duanmu Yang. Her reason was quite plausible: she wanted to treat Duanmu Yang to dinner because of his help. However, Duanmu Yang flatly refused.

After receiving Zhou Qian's call, Duanmu Yang remained calm as ever. "There are many shady characters among the police. Your friend is most likely not innocent." Zhou Qian disagreed. "It must be Huang Zhiwei framing him! You know who he is! Besides, I already promised my best friend!" Duanmu Yang said, "Okay. Silly girl, don't promise people things so easily next time." Duanmu Yang's straightforwardness surprised Zhou Qian, and hearing him call her "silly girl" made her feel sweet inside. "I know!" Seeing Zhou Qian's sweet expression after the call, Du Yingying felt reassured. "How was it?" Zhou Qian was overjoyed and blurted out, "He promised, so it should be fine. He's very capable!" "That's great! Should I treat your friend to dinner?" Du Yingying asked excitedly.

Zhou Qian quickly said, "No need to be so polite!" On one hand, she wasn't sure she could get him to come. On the other hand, Zhou Qian didn't want her best friend to know him. This was her secret, and if she were to treat him to dinner, it should be hers alone.

Since the series of strange encounters on her birthday, Zhou Qian's mood had never been better than today. However, as the saying goes, extremes meet. Zhou Qian's mood plummeted as soon as she got home.

There was a strange letter lying in her mailbox.

Seeing the crooked handwriting on the envelope, Zhou Qian felt uneasy. When she opened it at home, she froze, her mind going completely blank, as if struck by lightning! The letter contained only a few lines: "Chief Li, Mrs. Li, do you remember Mingyue Mountain five years ago? If you haven't forgotten, please transfer 500,000 Singapore dollars to the account below before noon tomorrow. Remember, don't try anything funny, or I'll expose your deeds to the whole world!" The letter had long since fallen to the ground. After a long while, Zhou Qian, who had been staring blankly, suddenly covered her face and cried.

A long-buried memory had been reopened in the way that Li Binghe and his wife least wanted to see.

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