Jade Tree 1-2

The Heart Sutra says: Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form.

Beneath magnificence lies decay, and within decay arises magnificence; yesterday, today, and tomorrow are all like this, all are as they
are.

The teacher then told us that one can glimpse winter snow in the heat of summer, and see the vibrant spirit of spring amidst the desolation of autumn.

These words are difficult to understand and profound, but when we saw that beautiful masterpiece, we understood that the teacher was practicing his own profound truths
, creating something extraordinary in the world.

The tree was entirely verdant, its trunk and twigs so thick and powerful, its bark and tender leaves so smooth and clean. Standing
there, from afar it seemed like a glass sprite, its cut surface rough and bold, clear and crystalline; up close, the veins were as dense as silk, the knots and
broken bark as if naturally formed. Sunlight shone through one side, reflecting countless other faces, a moment of solitude, as if seeing the universe itself. The onlookers
paced back and forth, their reflections in the dense foliage like the hurried, bustling masses of life.
The onlookers were bewildered and astonished, all saying that the tree resembled a deity or a Buddha. I alone disagreed. The gentleman asked why, and I said:
A tree is just a tree. Even if it's made of jade, it's not a deity. A deity resembles wood, not the other way around. The gentleman smiled and
nodded.

"Pfft—"

Dong Yuan almost lost her composure and spat out her coffee.

She wiped her rosy lips, feeling that it wasn't her fault. What era is this? How can there still be such "masterpiece
" advertorials? If newspapers publish such vulgar advertisements, wouldn't they be encouraging their already dwindling readership to unsubscribe?

"...Master Balabala's masterpiece 'The Divine Tree,' which won the Balabala Award, will
be exhibited at the Balabala Solo Art Exhibition held at the Binhai Grand Hotel, ha~"

Dong Yuan's face showed disdain. She was somewhat sarcastic, but she was the kind of cool woman who, even in early autumn, wore dark leather
boots and a leather jacket. Her unruly expression actually made the coffee shop's customers take a second look. Putting aside her personality, one must admit
that Dong Yuan was indeed quite pretty. In her thirties, while not exceptionally tall, she had a shapely figure. Her neatly styled shoulder-
length hair and striking features, especially her delicate, expressive eyes and brows, combined with her aloof attire and the way her beautiful legs
were accentuated by her trousers, made it no wonder that not only the office workers around her but even young female office ladies would steal
glances at her. These days, even women can be aroused by other women.

A short while later, the doorbell rang, and another strikingly tall woman entered, heading straight for Dong Yuan.
This tall woman had a curvaceous figure, her long, black hair styled in a bun, wearing a soft white linen shirt over a khaki skirt
, a blazer and a leather handbag with a metal chain slung over her fair, sexy arm. She walked with an
air of sophistication, undoubtedly attracting even more attention. However, most of the young men and women in the shop dared not look at her directly; some had already discreetly
covered their faces with their phones and documents and quietly left their seats. The woman paid no attention to these unruly employees who were slacking off during work hours
, and hurriedly approached Dong Yuan.

"What are you doing here?!"

she whispered, her expression anything but calm. Her thick, arched eyebrows were furrowed, her high-bridged nose and delicate face were
sweating, and her lipstick seemed to have spilled out from her full lips.

Caught off guard by this tall, beautiful woman's question, Dong Yuan was momentarily stunned, only thinking to herself that after so many years, this woman was still
so beautiful, and her fragrance was still so delicate and lovely. Please don't misunderstand, she's not a lesbian; on the contrary, she's
filled with jealousy. She bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm. "Why can't I come?"

She paused, taking a sip of her iced mocha. "Gu Zitong, Sister Gu, we're old classmates.
"

Hearing the title "Sister Gu," Gu Zitong's lips twitched. Tall and assertive, she certainly had the air of a big sister
, which was why those employees who came to slack off had reluctantly left. However, she was most averse to the title "Big Sister
." Because of her family's poor circumstances in her early years, her parents worked in the city while she lived in the countryside. She was only brought to the city later,
starting school more than a year later than others. Objectively, she was older than her university classmates. What was originally a playful nickname for her appearance and behavior
actually struck a chord with her true experiences.

"Didn't I hear you've found a better job and become a senior executive at Qi Hai Group? Look, all those
exhibitions in the newspapers are being held at hotels under your group. Bohai Chai family, you've really hooked up with a powerful patron,
a major group that even the president of the North and the party leaders of the South have to look up to. And I'm

not even allowed to drop by and see you?" Gu Zitong was annoyed by Dong Yuan's rudeness, her fingers still swirling in her cup.
She suppressed her anger and said politely, "This isn't the place to talk." She glanced around,
then leaned down on her bare, high-heeled legs, leaning close to Dong Yuan's ear. This position made her unconsciously stick out her round,
firm buttocks, the fabric taut from the cleft of her buttocks. "This isn't appropriate, Officer Dong
."

The woman in the leather jacket glanced at her and nodded. "Quite a few people do recognize you, Officer Meng.
"

Meng Zitong didn't argue, bought a mocha, and led Dong Yuan out of the coffee shop.

"You're being too careless with your words."

"You are, big sister."

The working woman, Meng Zitong, gripped the takeout coffee cup with visibly increased force, but her tacit
agreement revealed that this woman was no delicate white-collar worker; like Dong Yuan, she was a police officer, or more precisely, an
undercover agent planted in the Qi Hai Group by the Bohai Provincial Public Security Criminal Investigation Brigade.

They walked and talked, soon arriving at a nearby old residential alley. "Where's Lao Liu? Why are you
meeting me?"

"Something happened, a car accident."

This was an urgent rendezvous, not only for Gu Zitong's side, but also for Dong Yuan's.

"Car accident? How?"

"Dead."

The sound of high heels fading into the alleyway. Meng Zitong turned around, her face
still showing disbelief despite her efforts to control her expression. "How could this be? He hated chasing criminals in a car the most."

"It wasn't a mission. He's almost retired, how could he still be on fieldwork? It was
when he was in a taxi—"

"How could that be? He never drives, he walks if he can't take the bus or subway, he would never take
a taxi…no, we all try our best not to, that would leave traces, how could this be? What about the driver?"

Dong Yuan lowered her head. "He's dead too, along with his wife, completely dead."

"This is murder…he was murdered!"

"Do you have any evidence?"

Gu Zitong grabbed Dong Yuan's shoulder with such force that even a trained policewoman like Dong Yuan felt uncomfortable.
"When did the incident happen? Where?"

"You still want to investigate?" Dong Yuan pushed away the somewhat frantic, mature woman opposite her. "Don't forget your current
identity!"

"Yes...yes," Gu Zitong suddenly took a step to distance herself from Dong Yuan. "If Lao Liu is in trouble
, then I'm already exposed."

"Hmph, you're still like this, Sister Gu. Do you think everyone else is stupid?" The petite
policewoman, who had been questioned all along, spoke with a vengeful glint in her eyes. "No one in the team knows about your situation.
He told me privately when you decided to infiltrate a year ago. He died, and I'm covering for him. Don't worry, I'm the team's spies in the
food and tourism group. No one will suspect that I know Lao Liu's work, and those who know my identity will certainly not
suspect me. Lao Liu has already made all the arrangements."

"Then..."

Gu Zitong hesitated, smoothing the hair that fell across her face. "What about Lao Liu's matter—"

"I don't know. Maybe it was an accident, maybe it wasn't. I can't investigate, and you shouldn't either... To be honest, I'm
more suspicious of your situation. You were just coasting along at the Police University before. Can you still hold on now?"

"...Of course I can. I'm safe now. Nobody suspects me."

After only a moment's hesitation, Gu Zitong steadied herself and met Dong Yuan's questioning gaze head-on.

"Then report your fabricated identity, your undercover situation, and the information you currently possess."

To be honest, Dong Yuan somewhat enjoyed the thrill of commanding her former boss. Leaning against the dilapidated gray wall,
she listened to the report with her arms crossed. But halfway through, her expression turned strange. "So you're not actually a department manager or office
director, but the secretary of that newly appointed young CEO?"

At this point, Gu Zitong's eyes darted around, her throat bobbing. "Not a secretary, an assistant, essentially
his deputy."

"No, no, no, isn't that just a secretary… Ha! I was wondering how you became a high-level executive so quickly. Was it because
that young man took a liking to you that he hired you?"

Dong Yuan's words made the woman in the business suit across from her turn ashen-faced. "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"How can you say that's nonsense? You may be two years older than me, but you've got the figure you're looking for... Speaking of which,
I've noticed you've put a lot of thought into your outfit lately, haven't you?"

Gu Zitong understood her subtext; this was clearly an attempt to frame her. She was furious, her chest heaving, and was about to
retort when her phone rang. She took it out and saw it was the young man Dong Yuan had been teasing
—Chai Qufei, the acting president of Qi Hai Group.

Gu carefully gestured to Dong Yuan, who could no longer mock her.

"Hello... Oh..."

Gu Zitong seemed to be receiving orders unilaterally, nodding and agreeing repeatedly. "Hmm, hmm?
... I'll be right back, what?" She seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and actually
turned away, swinging her bag. "You have to go now? Wasn't it all arranged? And just now—... um
... um, I understand, I'll go over later too... yeah, and there's business in Fusang, um, okay, that's all for now
."

After hanging up, she sighed, thought for a while, and then said to Dong Yuan, "Something came up in Qi Hai,
I have to go back. That's all for today. Give me your contact information, I'll arrange it next time."

Dong Yuan reluctantly handed her an envelope. "It's all written in here... Hmph, you're quite the CEO
's good secretary, always available."

Gu Zitong, who was already planning to leave, stopped in her tracks upon hearing Dong Yuan's last words. "What do you
mean?"

"What do you think?" Dong Yuan's eyes, no longer as casual and unrestrained as before, became sharp. "Don't forget
why you went undercover in Qi Hai."

"How could I forget?!"

Gu suddenly leaned close to Dong, the two glaring at each other mercilessly, not at all like colleagues. "
I will never forget Kang Ming's matter. Do you think I don't know why Lao Liu would look for you? In this world, besides you, me, and
Lao Liu, who else would care about Kang Ming!"

Dong Yuan raised her chin and glared back fiercely. "You better remember, according to Lao Liu, the Qi Hai case is
an unprecedented major case since the liberation of Bohai. Senior Kang Ming died under mysterious circumstances, and Lao Liu is now just
like Senior Kang Ming!"

After glaring for a while, Gu Zitong gave up first, looked at her watch, and turned to leave.

Dong Yuan stood coolly in the shadows of the alley. "Remember to give me a copy of the information I gave to Lao Liu.
"

"Got it! Pay close attention to Zhao Mingyi regarding the smuggling," Gu Zitong said, pausing for a moment
, "Remember to send a wreath to Lao Liu and his wife for me."

After the clatter of high heels faded into the distance, Dong Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to see this old acquaintance
, especially since she had later married Kang Ming.

He had ultimately chosen her, while Dong Yuan remained unmarried, living the life of a spinster. Thinking about her颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, decadence, or颓废) middle-aged
police life, she forcefully kicked away the metal can beside her and slowly walked into the dilapidated old residential area. Suddenly,
she was grabbed by two figures and dragged into deeper darkness. Who subdued her, where she was going, Dong Yuan
had no idea. However, Gu Zitong wasn't having an easy time either. She quickly walked back to the group building, thankful that Dong
Yuan was an old maid who had never experienced a man's touch and couldn't smell her scent.

"Secretary Gu!"

"Secretary Gu!"

The receptionist and passing employees were intimidated by her imposing presence, not daring to skip any formalities towards the president's favorite,
ignoring her slightly disheveled hair and awkward posture. No one even noticed that her
stockings under her skirt from that morning were missing.

She took the elevator to the top floor, her legs pressed together, and strode briskly across the secretary's office into the president's office.
She didn't even acknowledge the intern secretary calling her. "Um, the president has already—"

*smack*—the door slammed shut, leaving the intern outside.

The ignored recent graduate, though annoyed, was still impressed by the woman's decisiveness.
With a lithe figure, she thought to herself that only a woman of Gu's age could handle that unreliable rich second-generation CEO.

Na?ve and inexperienced, she had no idea that this eager, mature secretary was solely after the young CEO.
As soon as she entered the CEO's office, she pulled an egg-shaped object from her skirt suit. This egg-shaped object had a long, thin tail attached to
a strap at the base of her thigh. Her fair thighs were covered in dark down, revealing that her smooth, plump buttocks were completely unprotected
by underwear.

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