Chapter 113 Everything is under control

Private room on the third floor of the Grand World.

Bai Junqi was half-reclining on the leather sofa, with a beautiful woman in a cheongsam on his left and a curly-haired woman on his right. He had a cigar in his mouth and his face was flushed.

Qingfu squatted on a low stool in the corner, cracking sunflower seeds with practiced ease.

He had absolutely no interest in wine or women.

They're just here to make up the numbers.

Bai Junqi glanced at him, then reached out and pushed the big-breasted woman in his arms toward Qingfu.

"Hey Fatty, wanna have one? She's really soft."

The woman screamed and stumbled forward.

"Hey, sister, you're standing firm now." Qingfu quickly reached out to support her and then politely pushed the woman back.

"Young Master Bai, you know I'm not interested in women."

Bai Junqi burst into laughter, his cigar nearly falling out of his mouth: "You kid, is there something wrong with that thing?"

Qingfu chuckled, cracked open a sunflower seed, and casually changed the subject.

"Young Master Bai, you're back from Suzhou today. Did you receive any surprises?"

Bai Junqi pushed the two women aside and sat up straight.

He raised his index finger and shook it.

"I'm not bragging."

"It won't be long before you see a secret service agency that is at least three times the size of 76."

As he spoke, he couldn't hide his smugness.

"Do you know why I went to Suzhou this time?"

Qingfu quickly chimed in, putting down his melon seeds and clapping his hands: "Young Master Bai is a womanizer, he must be out looking for girls."

Bai Junqi raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

Snapped.

"fart!"

He stood up, hands on his hips, his ambition undisguised.

"I've gone to Suzhou to attend a Japanese intelligence training course."

"With this identity, I can finally establish my own business in Shanghai!"

Qingfu rubbed the back of his head, his eyes widening: "An intelligence training class? That's the Japanese's elite training program!"

Bai Junqi smugly picked up a cigar and took a deep drag.

He was able to become the head of the Ideological Section of the Special Higher Police Department only because of his godfather Zhang Xiaolin's influence.

But that's the end of the road.

He has bigger ambitions.

The Japanese army planned to establish a special "pacification committee" in Suzhou to coordinate the deployment of military and police forces, and it was estimated that this would be implemented in one or two years.

Once the Wang Jingwei government is established next year, he will first take up a position in the Special Affairs Committee and accumulate experience over a year or two.

The biggest obstacle in his path now is Li Shiqun's No. 76.

"So, in that case, Young Master Bai is the second Li Shiqun in Shanghai," a henchman chimed in, trying to flatter him.

The voice just fell.

Qingfu glared at the man, his tone filled with disdain:

"Can't you even speak human language?"

"Li Shiqun is nobody!"

"An early Special Branch traitor, not highly senior in the Green Gang, and not much money."

"It was only with the support of Ji Yunqing and Qing Qiqingyin that No. 76 was created."

"Even with this, we still need to find Dingmo Village to put on a good show, making ourselves look foolish."

He gestured to Bai Junqi, praising him enthusiastically:

"The Bai family is at the height of its power in the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, and Bai Shao's godfather, Zhang Xiaolin, is the uncrowned king of Shanghai, with an excellent relationship with Sakurai, the chief of staff of the 13th Army stationed in Japan."

"They have both money and manpower."

"In terms of connections, strength, and status in the Green Gang, he is far superior to Li Shiqun."

"Crush Li Shiqun?"

"It only takes one finger."

This flattery struck a chord with Bai Junqi, who put his hands on his hips, tilted his head back, and laughed heartily.

"That's it, that's it!"

"You're so good with words, you understand me!"

As he spoke, he casually pulled out a few silver dollars and tossed them to Qingfu.

"The master has a reward for you."

"Thank you, Young Master Bai." Qingfu accepted it with a grin and put it in his pocket.

Bai Junqi was not talking nonsense while drunk.

In fact, Zhang Xiaolin's biggest regret was that he had let Ji Yunqing win the first round from the Japanese and fund Li Shiqun to establish No. 76.

If Li Shiqun were his protégé, he wouldn't have lost the race for mayor of Shanghai to Fu You'an.

Zhang Xiaolin is currently lobbying the Japanese and Zhou Fohai to help Bai Junqi establish a new intelligence agency.

Everything is ready.

We are just waiting for the east wind.

Two east winds are needed.

One of them is Miyako.

Marrying Miyako and becoming Fujita Hajime's son-in-law meant he was definitely one of the Imperial Army's own people, and would receive support from the Japanese military intelligence system, including the Special Higher Police and the Military Police.

The second stock is money.

Lots of money were spent on cultivating relationships with the upper echelons of the Japanese army.

This is why he went into smuggling behind Zhang Xiaolin's back—every little bit helps. Otherwise, relying solely on his stingy father, it would be too difficult to earn enough.

Bai Junqi held his wine glass, his eyes turning sinister.

Li Shiqun, oh Li Shiqun.

Holy crap, your wife's!

He had seen Ye Jiqing before at the municipal party; she was both flamboyant and glamorous.

We'll get rid of those good-for-nothings like Lao Li and Wang Xuesen later.

Sooner or later, this woman will be left with poison and offspring.

No need to say anything.

Having contracted syphilis, Bai Junqi was overjoyed and felt even happier.

Wherever I go, I want to tempt any pretty girl I see.

The thought that the virus my thing could spread could infect ten people, and then a hundred, is more exhilarating than earning ten thousand dollars.

Hey.

If I don't get better, then no man in Shanghai will get better either!

It's really beautiful.

boom.

The door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Liu Fabao strode in, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Young Master Bai, you're finally back!"

Bai Junqi glared at him, then slammed the dice into the dice cup: "What's wrong?"

He paused, then raised his index finger.

"Let's make it clear from the start: don't say anything unpleasant."

"I'm not in the mood to listen."

Liu Fabao was stunned for a moment.

He said "oh" and turned to leave.

Grass!

That's really a bad thing.

Bai Junqi's face darkened, and he slapped the sofa armrest to stop him.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"You think you'll just stay silent because I told you not to?"

"What is it!"

Liu Fabao stood at the door, speechless.

This guy's probably got syphilis all over him; his "crazy behavior" has been getting worse lately.

As Zhang Laoda's prized disciple, he was transferred here to help Bai Junqi establish himself in the Special Higher Police and solve many cases.

According to the rules, Bai Junqi should call him "senior brother".

But this jerk always acts like a "princeling," treating him and his men like dogs.

They would resort to physical violence and verbal abuse at the slightest provocation.

This is infuriating!

A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he turned around and put on a fawning smile.

"Young Master Bai, it's like this."

"Hu Junhe, along with the military police, took Peng Sanhu away."

Bai Junqi slammed his wine glass onto the coffee table, splashing wine all over it.

He jumped up and slapped Liu Fabao across the face.

Snapped!

"Fuck you!"

"Didn't I tell you, no one is allowed to release him without my order?"

Liu Fabao covered his face, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

But he still forced a bitter smile:

"It was Captain Okamura who personally called and asked the section chief to release it."

Bai Junqi frowned.

"Okamura?!"

He paced back and forth with his hands on his hips, getting angrier the more he thought about it.

"What does he want? The military police robbed my goods, can't they even leave one person for me to vent my anger?"

Liu Fabao lowered his head and said, "That's not something I can ask about. I can't understand what the section chief is saying."

Bai Junqi was furious and kicked him.

"Get out! You useless piece of trash!"

Fuck you...

Liu Fabao cursed under his breath, then quickly slipped away with his head down.

Qingfu, standing to the side, secretly took in Liu Fabao's expression.

dissatisfied.

To endure.

resentment.

This man is Bai Junqi's most capable confidant. If we can persuade him to work for Brother Sen, he will be a powerful tool to betray Bai Junqi in a critical moment.

Thinking of this, Qingfu quietly got up and followed him out.

In the corridor, Liu Fabao was kicking the wall in frustration.

"Brother Liu."

Qingfu called out to him.

Liu Fabao was startled. He turned around and saw that it was Qingfu. He quickly straightened his suit collar and straightened his back.

"It's Xiao Fu."

Qingfu smiled and took out a cigarette case, shook out one, and handed it to him.

"Brother Liu, have a cigarette."

Liu Fabao took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and Qingfu lit it for him.

"That's just Bai Shao's temper."

"Don't be angry, I'll buy you a drink."

The two of them went downstairs one after the other and entered the noisy lobby.

Qingfu chose a corner table and ordered the best drinks.

Pour the wine and clink glasses.

Qingfu took a sip and casually asked, "Brother Liu, what exactly happened?"

Liu Fabao downed half a glass of wine and slammed the glass down on the table.

"Don't even mention it."

"Captain Okamura released Peng Sanhu, so Bai Shao's plan to blackmail Li Shiqun with him has now been completely ruined."

He touched his slapped cheek and said angrily, "Damn it, even the section chief couldn't stop it, what could I do?"

Qingfu clinked glasses with him and sighed in agreement.

"Yeah, with Bai Shao's temper, not to mention you."

"I get slapped on the back of the head several times a day; it's so slapping I'm dizzy."

Liu Fabao glanced at him, a hint of camaraderie flashing across his face.

He took another swig of wine, put down the glass, stared at the table, and said coldly, "Hey, if you can do it, do it; if you can't, I'm leaving."

Qingfu quickly refilled his cup and said seriously, "Brother, please don't, drink a little longer."

He leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Isn't Boss Zhang going to help Young Master Bai establish a new organization?"

"If Young Master Bai... is gone."

"You might just fill his vacancy in the Special Higher Police."

"It's so nice to get something ready-made."

He was pointing at Liu Fabao.

"Him?"

Liu Fabao shook his head and smiled disdainfully, picked up his wine glass and took a few sips, then said nothing more.

He was afraid that Qingfu was just a platitude.

However, what the chubby boy said makes sense.

If Bai Junqi... is no longer here.

Wouldn't that give me a chance?

He glanced at Qingfu.

This guy seems to be quite dissatisfied with Bai Junqi as well, and he's quick-witted, well-connected, and a capable person.

Thinking of this, he tentatively asked in a low voice, "Your younger brother seems to be dissatisfied with Young Master Bai as well?"

Qingfu put a finger to his lips and shushed him.

"Brother, watch your words."

He smiled and poured Liu Fabao another full glass of wine.

"Brother Liu, to put it simply, I truly respect you from the bottom of my heart."

"You belong to the Tong generation, and so does Li Shiqun."

"You are Zhang Ye's favorite, and Li Shiqun is Ji Yunqing's favorite."

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

He raised his wine glass and gestured towards Liu Fabao.

"This bottle of wine is on me tonight."

"What we say is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me."

After saying that, Qingfu drank it all in one gulp and put the empty glass on the table.

"Young Master Bai can't be left without someone."

"They're gone, they're gone."

He dusted himself off, stood up, and left.

Liu Fabao held his wine glass without moving, staring at Qingfu's departing figure, his brows furrowing slightly.

He could probably taste some of the flavor.

Damn it.

Bai Junqi, a shameless good-for-nothing.

If Boss Zhang really chooses this good-for-nothing, he will be a hundred times dissatisfied.

……

Upstairs private room.

Qingfu pushed open the door and walked in, and Bai Junqi glanced at him coldly.

Where did you go?

Qingfu laughed and said, "I'm just trying to comfort Brother Liu a bit."

"Shut up, I'm so angry! I'm lucky I didn't shoot him." Bai Junqi said, still fuming.

Qingfu sat down opposite Bai Junqi:

"I just found out."

"It was Li Shiqun who negotiated directly with Okamura's side. Okamura ordered the release of the people, so it's normal that Brother Liu couldn't stop him."

Bai Junqi slammed his wine glass heavily onto the table:

"Damn it!"

"I knew Hu Junhe had no ability to promote people from the Special Higher Police!"

"It's someone surnamed Li again!"

"They stole my goods and even took people away right under my nose!"

"You son of a bitch, you've gone too far!"

Qingfu nodded repeatedly, indignantly saying, "That's right, it's too arrogant and outrageous."

"He's treating you like a clay figure."

"It's hard to tell who's in charge in Shanghai."

Bai Junqi paced back and forth, cursing under his breath, his chest heaving violently.

After taking seven or eight steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to stare at Qingfu:

"If the Li family does it on the first day of the month, we'll do it on the fifteenth!"

"Xiao Fu, you're smart, give me your worst opinion."

Qingfu patted the sunflower seed shells off his hands, pondered for a few seconds, and said:

"That's easy."

"He cut off our source of income and set up roadblocks to target us."

"We can also turn the tables on them."

He leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"Young Master Bai, think about it, where is the biggest source of profit in Unit 76?"

Bai Junqi frowned: "A sentry post."

Qingfu slapped his thigh.

"That's right! The sentry post is Li Shiqun's money bag!"

"We suggested to the military police that each checkpoint must have a military police inspector from now on."

"With the military police standing there, how can Li Shih-Chun possibly pluck any feathers?"

"Who would dare to grope someone under the nose of the military police?"

Qingfu made a throat-cutting gesture.

"This cut will not only sever one of his sources of income."

"It was his head that was severed."

"Let him know that we're not to be trifled with."

Bai Junqi's eyes lit up.

He paused for two seconds, then clapped his hands hard.

"Haha! Great idea!"

"No wonder he's Lao Tzu's Kong Liang!"

Kong Liang?

What the hell?

Shouldn't it be Kongming or Zhuge Liang?

It's terrible to be uncultured!

Qingfu chuckled twice, speechless, and didn't correct him.

Bai Junqi was so excited he couldn't sit still.

He grabbed a hat from the coffee table, put it on his head, and pushed the other two away.

"I'm not drinking anymore! Let's go visit Captain Okamura right now!"

He grabbed the car keys from the table and strode out of the private room.

Qingfu quickly grabbed a handful of melon seeds and followed him out.

Awesome!

The task that Brother Sen assigned to him has taken another step forward.

Cutting off the sentry post was indeed a vicious tactic.

Zhang Xiaolin is now arresting Li Shiqun and Zhang Deqing for their dealings in the Green Gang and the black market.

The outpost is one of the few sectors where Li Shiqun has maintained a stable growth.

This slash was tantamount to cutting a major artery.

The next step is to see whether Li Shiqun will follow suit.

He had to lie low and not follow, but he still had to stay by Bai Junqi's side, that idiot, and continue to carry out Brother Sen's next plan.

Leaving the nightclub.

Qingfu took a deep breath of fresh air, and looking at Bai Junqi's figure in front of him, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

This is just a piece of junk, rubbish.

I don't know where he got the courage to challenge Brother Sen.

Is Brother Sen overestimating him?

……

21:37 minutes.

Inside the small villa.

The lighting was soft, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

Wang Xuesen sat leaning against the headboard, with two pillows behind his back, his eyes half-closed.

Li Lu knelt at his waist, her long hair cascading down, as docile as a cat.

Compared to Wanjia, Li Lu was far more obedient and compliant.

They are always there to help, no matter the time or place.

She's the kind of sweet girl who'd accompany you to the fitting room for a quickie even if you're just going out for a meal or to buy clothes.

Unlike Wanjia, who is always finding fault with everything, saying this won't do and that won't do.

For something like this, a lover is the best solution.

Moreover, Wang Xuesen could sense that she genuinely considered him her only one.

As long as she has it, it's fine.

She would go along with whatever Wang Xuesen suggested.

At least, the second round won't be interrupted, and there's no need to take a shower and then continue.

At least……

Ugh!

moment.

Wang Xuesen let out a sigh of relief, leaned back on the pillow, and felt completely refreshed.

Li Lu got up, turned her head, quickly picked up the teacup on the bedside table, and took a sip.

Wang Xuesen's eyes widened in astonishment.

That's fine.

Li Lu's pretty face flushed red, and she covered her mouth shyly as she whispered, "I...I want to cherish everything you've given me."

Wang Xuesen reached out and pinched her cheek: "Thank you, go ahead."

Li Lu nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll go take a shower and wash up now."

She slipped on her slippers barefoot and jogged into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water filled the air.

A moment later, the two returned to bed.

Li Lu, having washed herself clean, nestled obediently into his arms, resting her head on his chest and whispering sweet nothings:

"Last time we played cards at the club, White Rose said you had excellent calligraphy and liked to write on her body."

As she spoke, she looked up at him curiously:

What did you write?

Wang Xuesen was stunned. Bai Meigui was such a gossip. How could she just talk about such private matters?

She's not ashamed.

I still have a sense of shame.

Li Lu pinched him lightly and said coquettishly, "Write something for me too."

Wang Xuesen was speechless.

That's not the same.

White roses are a way to make use of waste, but you are my treasure.

She's not ashamed.

I still have a sense of shame.

Li Lu pinched him lightly and said coquettishly, "Write something for me too."

Wang Xuesen was speechless.

That's not the same.

White roses are a way to make use of waste, but you are my treasure.

Wang Xuesen coughed lightly: "Who practices calligraphy on a person's body? She's a pervert, don't listen to her nonsense."

He grinned mischievously and said:

"You can write it if you want; I'll give you four words: 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'!"

Li Lu glanced at the bed sheet, so embarrassed she could hardly bear to look at anyone: "You're making fun of me again."

"Are you getting used to working at the hospital lately?" Wang Xuesen knew she was shy, so he quickly changed the subject.

Li Lu brushed her still slightly damp hair aside and nestled back into his arms: "It's great. Dean Yang arranged for me to work as a cashier in the pharmacy. I know exactly how much stock I sell and at what price I buy it."

"With my fourth brother helping me, I have plenty of free time."

"I study foreign languages ​​whenever I have free time. Didn't you say that you'll inevitably have to do business with foreigners in the future?"

Wang Xuesen leaned down and kissed her: "My darling is so smart."

He paused, then said casually, "By the way, you should go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow, for syphilis."

Li Lu immediately pouted.

She propped herself up, glaring at him: "What do you mean? Are you disgusted with me, or do you suspect that I'm having an affair?"

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "Then I'm not worried."

Li Lu snorted in dissatisfaction: "Then why didn't you let Wanjia have a physical exam?"

"She needs to be tested too."

Wang Xuesen pulled her back into his arms.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself."

Damn it.

I was careless with White Rose last time; who knows if that woman is capable of anything?

Anyway, he knows for sure that Ye Jiqing and Yu Aizhen don't exist.

Yesterday, he saw Ye Jiqing take Yu Aizhen to get a medical check-up again.

It can only be said that Lao Li values ​​his life highly and is very strict about risk protection.

Of course, it's unlikely that I got poisoned, since so much time has passed and the incubation period is long over; if I were going to get infected, I would have gotten it long ago.

All I can say is that from now on, I'll have to be more patient with these kinds of things when I'm out, and only act after seeing the medical report.

Li Lu then smiled and nestled back in contentment: "That's more like it."

Wang Xuesen rubbed her shoulders and put his arm around her: "Sing me a song."

Li Lu rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly, "I won't sing. Last time I sang, you said it sounded like I was in heat or being horny."

Wang Xuesen quickly raised his hands in surrender: "My mistake, my darling, that's art, elegance, how could it be considered lewdness?"

Li Lu snorted, "That's more like it."

She rolled over, propped herself up, and tidied her disheveled hair.

"Let me sing you 'The Butterfly Lovers: The Eighteen Farewell Scenes'."

Li Lu got up, drank some tea to moisten her throat, and then began to speak.

She sings Yue Opera, a genre popular in the Jiangnan region.

Her eyes sparkled, filled with tender affection.

Her voice was melodious, like a nightingale singing in a willow alley.

Every frown and smile, every flick and tug, is a touch of spring in Jiangnan.

Coupled with that beautiful voice, it infuriated Wang Xuesen, who wanted nothing more than to mess with her.

No wonder ancient emperors indulged in nightly revelry and neglected court affairs.

Listening to music is bad for your health.

After listening to the song, Wang Xuesen quickly got out of bed, grabbed the shirt from the back of the chair, and put it on.

"Lulu, I have something to do, I have to go now."

Li Lu frowned and snorted, "Do you think I sing badly? You always want to leave whenever you hear me sing."

Wang Xuesen buttoned up his shirt, turned around and hugged her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I have other things to do."

"Didn't you say you were going to die earlier?"

He patted her on the back.

"Take a break and get some rest. I'll come see you again when I have time."

Li Lu blushed and whispered, "Okay."

She hesitated for a moment, then tugged at Wang Xuesen's sleeve again.

"Oh, right..."

"Mao Ziming's younger brother, Mao Ziqing, came to me, insisting that his brother left me an inheritance of 100,000 yuan and demanding the money back from me."

Wang Xuesen stopped fastening his belt.

Li Lu lowered her eyes, her voice growing softer and softer: "Xuesen, I didn't want to cause you any trouble, and I especially didn't want to mention Mao Ziming's name in front of you."

"It's really... he's been causing trouble at the hospital a lot these past few days."

"He is Zhang Xiaolin's man."

"I'm just a woman, I really don't know how to solve this."

Wang Xuesen frowned: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

He sat back on the edge of the bed and squeezed Li Lu's hand.

"Okay, I understand."

"Leave it to me. You can stay at my place for the next couple of days."

Li Lu pursed her lips: "Won't Wanjia...won't overthink it?"

Her voice became even softer.

"Now everyone's saying you're keeping... me as a mistress."

As Wang Xuesen put on his pants, he said, "What do you mean by 'kept woman'? I'm being with you openly and honestly, as your second wife, your second wife."

"Don't worry, Wanjia won't say anything."

"You can go back to work after I've dealt with Mao Ziqing."

At this point, he felt a headache coming on.

Looks like we'll have to figure out how to set up a dedicated security team, otherwise the girls' safety won't be guaranteed.

Li Lu nodded obediently: "Mm."

Wang Xuesen put on his coat, walked to the door, and then reached back to pinch her shapely buttocks.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. Get some rest."

He called out to the inner room, "Hu'er, don't forget to tidy up the room."

Li Lu's pretty face turned even redder, and she muttered under her breath, "How annoying."

She turned her head to look at the bed sheet.

Hey.

I have to change the sheets every day, it's such a headache.

It's all Xuesen's fault; he inexplicably got himself into this condition.

……

The car drove through the French Concession in the night and stopped in front of the old house half an hour later.

Wang Xuesen opened the envelope and took out the letter.

Under the light, Miyako's neat handwriting came into view.

"I'm sorry, I didn't actually want to write this letter."

"Because I've been unhappy lately."

I don't want to pass on my sadness and sorrow to you.

"But I really miss you so much, I can't help it. I'm afraid that if I don't reply to your letters, one day you'll get tired of me and forget about me."

Wang Xuesen looked down.

"My father has been coughing lately. He seems to be sick. The medicine the doctor prescribed hasn't been working."

I'm really worried about him.

Is Fujita Hajime sick?

Wang Xuesen memorized this information and continued reading.

"Remember that seemingly mild-mannered but actually warmonger guy from Unit 76 I told you about last time?"

"He's been coming to visit me a lot lately."

He wanted to teach me to play the piano.

"He wants to teach me calligraphy."

"I admit he is a gifted person, but every time he gets close to me, I feel terrified and so nervous that I feel like vomiting."

I go!

How much do they hate me?

He continued reading.

"He, along with my father's subordinate whom I told you about, and even my father's female companion, have been hunting me down."

"They have woven a giant net, and I have nowhere to escape."

"I'm really suffocating."

"My dear friend, let's meet."

"Miyako has made up her mind. I will give you the most precious thing."

"Even if you are old, or poor, or not tall or strong, I am willing."

"Because you are my only friend in this world."

"I will soon become a prisoner of marriage, and this is the only most precious gift I can give you."

"Is that okay?"

Wang Xuesen stared at those few lines of text for a long time.

The most precious thing.

The only gift.

Of course he can understand it.

A nineteen-year-old girl, having exhausted all other options, entrusted her last remaining dignity and freedom to a pen pal she had never met.

It wasn't because of love.

It's because of despair.

She would rather give her virginity to a stranger who might be old and poor than to the wolves that hunted her.

This clearly shows the inner turmoil of Miyako.

Wang Xuesen picked up his pen, spread out the letter paper, and began to write his reply.

"My dearest Miyako."

"It's an honor to finally know your name."

"Yes, it sounds really good."

"As far as I know, a cough doesn't necessarily mean a cold. I suggest your father go to the hospital for a viral screening."

Wang Xuesen stopped writing at this point.

He placed the pen next to the letter, leaned back in his chair, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

Holy crap.

Could it be that Fujita Hajime, that Japanese devil, contracted syphilis from Fang Yao?

In his past life, he had a friend who contracted syphilis while posing with a female companion. Early symptoms included a sore throat, mouth ulcers, and a persistent dry cough.

When I went to the hospital for a checkup, wow, I'd won the lottery!

Wang Xuesen still remembers the expression on that guy's face to this day.

Hey.

If Fujita Kazuma gets it.

That would be so interesting.

Wang Xuesen had evidence that Bai Junqi had syphilis.

And now Fujita Hajime has also started coughing, the timeline matches up perfectly.

All that's left is to create some "chance encounters" for him, Fang Yao, and Bai Junqi.

With this plan to sow discord between Fujita Hajime and Shiro Junki, the plan can now take a significant step forward.

Wang Xuesen stopped smiling, picked up his pen again, and continued writing.

"As for that 'refined scoundrel' from Unit 76 you mentioned."

"Miss Masako, after all, he works in that kind of place. Perhaps his 'military agent' persona is just a disguise?"

"He might be a gentle and kind person."

"You should believe that a person with eyes like stars can never be a bloodthirsty executioner."

"Maybe he's not as bad as you think."

"Is his heart very pure?"

"You're too nervous, to the point that you've shut yourself off and your view of people is too one-sided."

"Believe me, this world is rotten, but love will never perish."

When he wrote these lines, Wang Xuesen almost burst out laughing.

That's a bit narcissistic.

But there was nothing they could do.

Miyako is too naive; we must give her a heads-up beforehand.

That way, when they meet in the future, she won't be too resistant to him.

He continued writing.

"As for your statement that you want to see me."

"I want to give you my most precious thing."

With the pen tip hovering above the paper, Wang Xuesen squinted and thought for a few seconds.

To be honest, he wouldn't mind if Miyako gave him her first time.

However, the plan targeting Fujita Hajime and Shiro Junki is still underway.

Miyako is too naive and has little acting skill.

Once they're really together, with her personality, she'll wear her heart on her sleeve.

Fujita Hajime could immediately sense his daughter's unusual behavior if he looked at her a couple of times.

If we follow the clues, our entire plan will be exposed.

The overall situation is of utmost importance.

It's only a matter of time before I lose my virginity.

It can't be rushed.

Wang Xuesen composed himself and continued writing.

"I'm sorry, I can't take advantage of someone's misfortune."

"Okay, I promise you."

"I will definitely come to your birthday party on New Year's Day."

"I'd like to personally wish you a happy birthday."

"Promise me you'll be happy, okay?"

"My ideal partner".

After writing the last three characters, Wang Xuesen put down his pen.

He picked up the letter, blew on it, folded it in half, and stuffed it into the envelope.

He immediately pulled out the second sheet of paper and began writing the next one.

"Madam Huixiang".

"Another bitter and painful day."

"As usual, I walked around the block and looked towards your house from afar, searching for your beautiful and hot figure."

"I've lingered near your house countless times, hoping for a lucky chance encounter."

"I frantically searched the world for information about you."

"Just to brush past you once, and to get a single glance from you."

"That way I'll be happy all day, no, all year."

At this point, Wang Xuesen paused, gave a mischievous grin, and continued writing:

"Last night, when I was with my lover, all I could think about was your snow-white, voluptuous figure."

"I almost called out your name."

"I think you've probably gone mad, you've gone insane."

"If I ever get you, I swear I'll torture you madly."

"Ten hours."

"No, I won't get out of bed all day."

"Endless demands, until the last drop of sweat and strength is squeezed out."

"I miss you, Mori!"

Damn it.

That's so cheesy.

When Wang Xuesen finished writing the last character, he got goosebumps.

But no way.

Lady Huixiang is different from Miyako.

Miyako is a naive young girl; you can win her over with gentleness and romance.

Lady Huixiang was very knowledgeable and experienced; she had seen more of the world than she had eaten rice.

It's useless to talk to this kind of woman about poetry and painting; she only responds to one thing.

Suddenly.

Straightforward.

The more shameless she is, the more obsessed she becomes.

After finishing writing, Wang Xuesen kissed the letter and put it in an envelope.

He folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and tucked it into the inside pocket of his coat along with Miyako's letter.

Stepping outside, the night wind chilled me to the bone.

Wang Xuesen turned up his collar and walked more than 200 meters along the alley before stopping at the street corner.

Under a plane tree, there is an inconspicuous tin mailbox.

Wang Xuesen squatted down, turned on his flashlight, and touched the hidden lock at the bottom of the mailbox with his finger.

There is a tiny scratch on the lock face.

His eyes darkened.

really.

He discovered a few days ago that his mailbox had been tampered with.

The angle of the metal lock was off by two millimeters, which was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

They must be Li Shiqun's people.

He can get assassination lists delivered by secret agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau, so what's checking envelopes?

Those guys must have secretly opened his letters, found they were all love letters, and then put them back as they were.

Wang Xuesen chuckled.

It doesn't matter.

It's a love letter anyway.

After watching it a few times, Lao Li felt it had no intelligence value and, out of boredom, naturally stopped watching it.

Just send it out when you feel like it.

He slipped the two letters into the hidden compartment, fastened the lock, put his hands in his pockets, and swaggered away.

……

It was past ten o'clock at night when we got back to the old house.

Wanjia is already asleep.

The lights were off, with only the bedside nightlight casting a dim yellow glow.

Wang Xuesen fought off his sleepiness, took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and returned to his bedroom.

He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, put one arm around Wanjia's shoulder, and pulled her into his arms.

Wanjia groggily hummed, turned over, buried her head in his chest, and continued sleeping.

Wang Xuesen reached for the telephone receiver on the bedside table with his other hand.

He dialed a number.

It rang three times.

He hung up.

A moment later, Qingfu called back.

It rang five times and then hung up.

Confirmed via password.

That idiot Bai Junqi finally targeted Li Shiqun's sentry post.

This was a signal that Qingfu had arranged beforehand.

Three dials are for inquiring about the progress.

Five rings indicate that the plan is progressing smoothly.

He leaned back on the pillow, put his arm around Wanjia's waist, and closed his eyes.

I went through the whole situation in my mind.

Okamura is greedy and lustful. As long as Bai Junqi's money arrives, he will not hesitate to use official rhetoric and the pretext of "strict management and prevention of corruption" to send military police to inspect or even directly take over all of Li Shiqun's sentry posts.

The sentry post was one of Li Shiqun's most important sources of income.

Hey.

That was a ruthless strike.

Even if Old Li is the most composed and patient person in the world, he probably wouldn't be able to sit still and jump up in anger.

But Wang Xuesen didn't put all his bets on this one move.

If Li Shiqun doesn't move, there's no need to panic.

They even prepared a second and a third cut.

Until Li Shiqun was driven mad by his beheading.

He will not rest until he destroys the Bai family.

By then, Bai Junqi and Li Shiqun, two vicious dogs, will be biting each other.

They watched the show from the sidelines and reaped the benefits without lifting a finger.

Wang Xuesen glanced down at Wanjia and pulled the blanket over her shoulder.

There's going to be a good show tomorrow morning.

I can finally get a good night's sleep!

……