Chapter 114 Zheng Pingping's Determination

The next morning.

As soon as Wang Xuesen opened his eyes, he felt a wave of comfort spread throughout his body.

He looked down.

Wanjia was already working hard with her head down.

Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"Are you a fairy?"

"They're making me suffer so early in the morning, are they trying to kill me?"

Wanjia raised her head and reached out to brush away the long hair that had fallen across her forehead.

She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest. Red lips began to complain.

"There's nothing I can do; it's your fault for coming home so late every night."

"I stayed up half the night and still couldn't catch you."

"We can only make up for it in the morning."

Looking at her self-righteous demeanor, Wang Xuesen secretly groaned inwardly.

Sooner or later, he'll be drained dry by these women.

He cursed inwardly, but his body betrayed him and cooperated.

There's no way around it; the Empress must be put first.

Moreover, she was a real, fair-skinned, and beautiful tigress, which Wang Xuesen quite liked.

……

10:00 AM.

76 Jesfield Road.

Wang Xuesen opened the car door and walked towards the office building.

My legs felt slightly weak.

As soon as I entered the lobby on the first floor, before I even had a chance to go up the stairs, a figure suddenly cut in front of me.

"Good morning, Director Wang."

Liu Zhongwen stood with his hands behind his back, a forced smile on his face, blocking the way.

Wang Xuesen stopped and looked at his watch.

"It's getting late."

"It's already 10 o'clock."

Liu Zhongwen's fake smile vanished instantly, and his expression turned stern.

"Director Wang, you actually realize it's getting late?"

"You were late three times this week."

"And each time it was later than the last."

He leaned slightly forward, his tone carrying a sarcastic, accusatory undertone.

"The director's rule has always been based on strictness."

"You know the rules of our 76th Division."

"Don't take this for granted and make things difficult for the director."

Wang Xuesen stared intently at the "poisonous devil" before him.

He sneered inwardly, but immediately put on an apologetic and serious expression.

"Director Liu is right to reprimand me."

"This is indeed my fault."

"I will definitely correct my mistakes, abide by the rules and regulations, and ensure that I arrive at work on time in the future."

Seeing that his attitude was fairly proper, Liu Zhongwen nodded in satisfaction.

"You've been making headlines lately."

"Many eyes are on you."

"Brother, you'd better watch yourself."

Wang Xuesen nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for the reminder, Director Liu."

"You're welcome."

Liu Zhongwen turned around, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked away.

Watching Liu Zhongwen's retreating figure, Wang Xuesen couldn't help but spit inwardly.

What the hell?

They deliberately hide behind others, fanning the air and lighting ghost fires.

I'll kill you sooner or later, you bastard.

But despite the criticism, I admit that being late was indeed my own oversight.

Liu Zhongwen was merely a mouthpiece; this was clearly Li Shiqun's intention.

When it comes to enforcing discipline, Lao Li has always been impartial and extremely strict.

Otherwise, how could the 76th Special Agent's den have developed so quickly?

It seems I'll have to have a serious talk with Wanjia later.

Let's avoid this kind of thing this morning if possible; the bigger picture is more important.

I entered the office.

Wang Xuesen took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.

He made himself a cup of hot tea, picked up the newspaper on the table, and began to kill time.

Anyway, Ma Laosan and the others in the interrogation room are on holiday.

I don't have anything important to do.

Time slipped by and it was already 10:30.

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine came from the courtyard downstairs.

Wang Xuesen carried his teacup to the window and looked down.

What a rare guest!

It was Zheng Pingping!

He turned and walked back to his desk, glancing at the calendar on it.

December 20th.

Wang Xuesen touched his chin thoughtfully.

He put down his teacup, opened the office door, and pretended to go to another department to handle some business.

Follow the corridor to the second-floor stairwell.

They bumped right into Zheng Pingping, who was walking up.

Zheng Pingping's makeup today is extremely exquisite.

She was wearing a short navy blue fur coat over a fitted Western-style suit.

Her wasp waist was on full display.

She exudes a sophisticated yet glamorous aura, befitting a top-tier socialite from Shanghai.

Wang Xuesen stopped and took the initiative to greet him.

"Pingping, what brings you here?"

When Zheng Pingping saw him, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"Brother Sen."

"It's been a while since I've been here, so I came to see Director Ding."

Wang Xuesen's lips curled slightly, his tone casual.

"There's no rush to see Director Ding."

"He's probably busy right now."

"I'm free right now, why don't you come to my office?"

On ordinary days, Wang Xuesen, following Ding Mocun's orders, often accompanied Zheng Pingping to go shopping and attend social gatherings with celebrities.

The two have always addressed each other as brother and sister in private, and they are already very familiar with each other.

Zheng Pingping hesitated for a moment.

"All right."

She nodded and followed Wang Xuesen deeper into the corridor.

I entered the office.

Wang Xuesen closed the door behind him.

Click.

The door lock is engaged.

He didn't get the tea canister, nor did he pour water for Zheng Pingping.

Instead, he walked straight to the desk, turned around, and stared intently at her.

Zheng Pingping felt uncomfortable under his gaze and a little uneasy.

She reached out and adjusted her collar.

"Brother Sen."

Why haven't you come to see me lately?

Wang Xuesen smiled indifferently.

Forget it.

"Every time I take you out, you seem preoccupied."

"Going shopping with you is the most boring thing ever."

"You seem so absent-minded, I have no idea what you're thinking about all day."

Zheng Pingping lowered her eyes, her tone tinged with resentment:

"yes."

I miss my older brother.

"He recently went to Kunming for training."

"You know he graduated from a Japanese flight school; once he's on the battlefield, his chances of survival are slim."

"I've heard that very few pilots survive."

Wang Xuesen nodded, his expression becoming serious:

"Your brother is a hero."

"Your dad is too."

"Are you?"

Zheng Pingping's expression changed slightly, and she quickly waved her hand, "Brother, you're joking."

"I'm just a woman, what kind of hero is that?"

"Didn't you hear the gossip outside?"

"Those people are talking behind my back, saying I'm shameless and that I'm just trying to get close to Director Ding."

Wang Xuesen walked over to the sofa and sat down. Crossing his legs: "Is that so?"

Zheng Pingping raised her chin, feigning an arrogant expression:

"Of course, hmph."

"That's called sour."

"Do you really think just anyone can be on good terms with Director Ding?"

Wang Xuesen took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Pingping, we've been dating for so long, and I'm still wondering..."

"You come from such a good family background."

"Your father, Old Zheng, was also known for his unyielding spirit."

"What exactly are you after in your relationship with Director Ding?"

He pointed towards the desk with the finger holding the cigarette between his fingers.

"Old Ding is no longer able to make it."

"In terms of his career, he has now lost his voice at No. 76 and is completely controlled by Director Li."

"As for money, his wife Zhao Huimin is extremely strict, and it's difficult for him to even take out a single silver dollar."

Wang Xuesen lowered his voice, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"As for the bed."

"He keeps asking me to buy medicine for him."

"Even if he's not a good-for-nothing, it's hard for him to satisfy a young person like you, isn't it?"

He stared intently into Zheng Pingping's eyes: "What do you want from him?"

Zheng Pingping's almond-shaped eyes sharpened, her expression instantly turning cold, and she dropped her previous delicate demeanor:

"Since you're so eager to know, I can tell you."

"Director Ding himself has value."

"My father's iron will was nothing more than clinging to the old legacy of the Tongmenghui and seeking fame and fortune."

"I'm different."

"I'm still young, I just want to find someone I can truly rely on."

She straightened her back and spoke with certainty.

Even if Ding Mocun can't survive in No. 76.

"Once Wang Jingwei forms a new government next March, he'll at least be a minister."

"That's called investment."

You wouldn't understand.

Wang Xuesen burst out laughing after hearing this.

He leaned back on the sofa and dusted off his cigarette ash.

"I know more about making money and investing than you do."

"Let's not talk about anything else."

"These past few days, when we went shopping together, I bought you clothes and bags—didn't I pay for all of that?"

"How many copper coins has Old Ding given out?"

He stood up and walked over to Zheng Pingping.

"Pingping, believe me."

"There are countless men in the world, why be hung up on just one?"

Don't get stuck on a single point.

"Director Ding, as your subordinate, I cannot and should not comment."

"But his wife, Zhao Huimin, was a notoriously jealous woman in Shanghai."

"If you fall into her hands and she catches you..."

Wang Xuesen leaned closer, his gaze cold and amused.

"Do you believe she can find a lock?"

"Should we just lock that thing up?"

Zheng Pingping felt a surge of warmth in her heart as she looked at Wang Xuesen's concerned gaze.

she knows.

Wang Xuesen was indirectly protecting her and reminding her.

In this hellish place, it's truly rare to find someone who genuinely treats her like a younger sister.

But she has her own mission.

From the day she joined the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and was selected by Ji Boyuan to carry out this assassination mission, she was determined to kill him.

Ding Mocun is finished; he's been sidelined by Li Shiqun.

But he was ultimately a notorious traitor in the Wang Jingwei regime and the face of the 76th Division.

Killing him would have a huge impact.

This will surely deter traitors from all sides who seek personal gain by betraying their country and inspire the Chinese people's determination to resist Japan.

To achieve this goal, she was willing to serve thieves, even if it meant being splashed with dirty water and being called shameless behind her back.

Thinking of this, Zheng Pingping's smile vanished:

"Zhao Huimin?"

"Just an old hag."

"Director Ding didn't take her seriously at all."

Her tone became sharp and sarcastic.

"Alright."

"I know exactly what you're thinking about me."

"You always take me shopping for bags and clothes, isn't it all just so you can sleep with me?"

"Can."

"I can stay with you tonight."

"But I know what I want. I'm no different from those socialites in this circle; I'm just after fame and fortune."

"Therefore, please do not use your moral standards to judge or demand anything of me."

Zheng Pingping picked up the expensive leather bag from the sofa, raising her chin even higher.

You didn't understand me in the past.

"You don't understand now."

"You still won't understand in the future."

"Because I am who I am!"

Wang Xuesen shook his head and smiled, then clapped his hands enthusiastically: "Brilliant! Brilliant! 'I am who I am'—that's the perfect description!"

"As expected of a young lady from a prestigious family, she is well-read and has studied philosophy."

"His way of speaking is just different."

Zheng Pingping looked at him coldly and continued to speak hurtfully: "Director Ding is not old. He has just turned forty and is in the prime of his life."

"Also, he's very good at sex."

"I love so much."

"Maybe you have a great reputation, and people outside say you're very capable. Hearing me say this makes you uncomfortable."

"But that's reality."

So stop saying he's no good.

"You're the one who can't do it."

"You're only fit to be a lackey and good-for-nothing to Li Shiqun and Ding Mochun."

Wang Xuesen shrugged and spread his hands: "Hey, feed me."

"They're friends, like siblings. This is going too far."

Zheng Pingping rolled her eyes at him, turned around and was about to leave: "You're getting more and more boring."

"goodbye."

"No."

"Let's not see each other again."

After saying that, she walked towards the door, swaying her hips happily.

Zheng Pingping knew that Wang Xuesen was a good person.

At least during the time they dated, he always behaved properly and secretly protected her.

But she hoped that Wang Xuesen would stay away from her and not waste his feelings and time in this mess.

To assassinate Ding Mocun.

She was prepared for a near-certain death.

Even the King of Heaven can't change it.

"Okay, okay, I won't hinder your bright future."

"Wait a minute, I have something for you."

Wang Xuesen called out to her from behind.

Zheng Pingping stopped walking, but did not turn around.

Wang Xuesen opened the drawer of his desk, quickly walked behind her, and slipped a box into her hand.

"Take this."

"Syphilis is rampant in Shanghai right now. Director Ding is having a lot of fun outside, so you should keep an eye on him."

"Keep this handy in case you get infected."

Zheng Pingping was stunned.

She looked down and saw that it was a box of imported condoms.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her feigned coolness almost crumbled.

"Thanks."

She muttered something under her breath, quickly stuffed the box into her bag, and walked away in her high heels without looking back.

Wang Xuesen stood at the door, watching her slender figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

He turned and walked back to his desk, leaned back in his chair, and silently lit a cigarette.

Zheng Pingping's method is not advisable.

Using one's beauty to ingratiate oneself with others in an attempt to find a weakness is too passive and too dangerous a method of assassination.

But there is no doubt about the strength of her determination to assassinate him.

Wang Xuesen exhaled a smoke ring and sighed inwardly.

This is perhaps a microcosm of our times.

Countless heroes and heroines, both openly and secretly, shed blood and sacrificed themselves one after another.

Even if they don't seem that smart.

Mao Liying is like this.

Zheng Pingping was the same.

They are all fighting in their own way.

Of course, that includes myself.

Different methods, different perspectives.

But the goal is the same; there is no distinction between high and low.

Everyone is struggling in this quagmire, trying to carve out a bloody path.

Of course, Wang Xuesen must admit that he prioritizes pleasure, enjoyment, and making money, and his moral character is far less pure than that of Zheng Pingping and the others.

An hour later.

The sound of a car starting up could be heard downstairs.

Ding Mocun personally escorted Zheng Pingping downstairs and put her in the car.

Not long after, a series of unsteady footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Ding Mocun pushed open the door and walked straight into Wang Xuesen's office.

"Xuesen, I need to discuss something with you."

Wang Xuesen quickly got up and went to greet him.

He knew very well that although Ding Mocun had lost power at the moment, he would still be of use in the future.

Moreover, this person is vengeful and greedy; a typical petty person.

It is something that cannot be openly neglected or offended.

"Director, what are your orders?" he said with a smile.

Ding Mocun stood with his hands behind his back, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips.

It's been so long since I slept with Pingping, this feeling is just amazing.

He came to see Wang Xuesen partly because he had something to discuss, and partly because he also had a bit of a desire to show off.

He walked to the sofa, sat down, and cleared his throat.

That's right.

"Isn't Christmas coming soon?"

"Pingping wants to go to the Siberia Fur Shop on Jing'an Temple Road to pick out a fur coat for the Christmas party in a few days."

He looked up at Wang Xuesen.

"Do you have time to go with her for me?"

Wang Xuesen cursed inwardly.

Nima.

I'm fine with buying cosmetics, face powder, and small jewelry for everyday use.

Imported furs in the concessions were incredibly expensive.

It often costs hundreds or even thousands of dollars.

Moreover, Zheng Pingping's attitude showed that she was determined to kill Ding Mocun.

Who knows what grand scheme the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) is preparing behind the scenes, just waiting for Ding Mocun to show up.

If I go with them now, wouldn't I just be cannon fodder?

Wang Xuesen frowned, his face showing difficulty:

"Uncle."

"It's not that I'm unwilling to run errands for you."

"I really haven't been able to get away lately."

He walked to the side of Dingmo Village, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of grievance in his tone.

"Mainly, Ms. Zheng probably thinks I have too much of a reputation for being a womanizer, and feels that traveling with me would damage her reputation and tarnish her image."

"She hasn't been wanting to talk to me lately."

Wang Xuesen pointed in the direction of the door.

"When she first arrived, I greeted her in the hallway."

"They didn't even glance at me, they just turned their backs and left."

"If I go, she'll find it disgusting."

"Doesn't this stop you from trying to make her happy?"

Ding Mocun put his hands on his hips, looked up at the ceiling, and exhaled a long breath.

"I see."

He touched his chin, looking somewhat troubled.

He quickly started calculating in his mind.

After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Wang Xuesen.

"How about this?"

"You'll come with me to go with her."

"At worst, once you get there, just stay away from her."

Wang Xuesen sneered inwardly.

Old fox.

Having worked as a secret agent for so many years, it's impossible for Ding Mocun to be completely unprepared for Zheng Pingping.

He must have suspected Zheng Pingping's motives long ago.

It's just that Zheng Pingping's bait was too tempting, and after fishing for him for so long, it was indeed effective.

Old Ding probably tasted the sweetness this time and couldn't stop, wanting to have it a few more times.

If I don't appease Zheng Pingping, I'm afraid I'll have no future.

Furthermore, she and Zheng Pingping had gotten along quite well before, but now she suddenly becomes distant.

This guy is naturally suspicious; he might be suspecting that I'm in cahoots with Zheng Pingping and is trying to use this opportunity to back out.

In the adult world, without vested interests, how can one simply turn against someone?

No.

I'll agree to it first, and we'll talk about it later.

Ding Mocun's thinking was very simple.

He only wanted to sleep with Zheng Pingping.

At this age, my physical strength is already failing me, so I have no energy to accompany young women shopping and coaxing them.

With Wang Xuesen by my side, at least the conversation wasn't awkward.

Moreover, this guy is usually charming and fashionable, knows what styles young girls like, and can even buy them the bill on the side.

As for the rumors circulating outside, Ding Mocun didn't care at all.

Zheng Pingping wasn't his legally wedded wife, and she didn't come over very often.

Sleep with whomever you want.

As long as I can summon them at any time and they don't cheat me out of my money, that's enough.

Even if we take a step back and assume that he really gets caught by his wife, Zhao Huimin, the "tiger mom" at home.

You could also use Wang Xuesen as a shield.

He said that it was Wang Xuesen's female companion and that he just happened to be passing by.

He certainly wouldn't let Wang Xuesen off the hook, as it was a win-win situation.

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Wang Xuesen had no choice but to accept his fate.

"Alright."

"Since you've already asked, Uncle, I'll be your bodyguard then."

"It's not safe outside. It'll be safer with me with you."

Ding Mocun was very satisfied with his answer.

He stood up, patted Wang Xuesen on the shoulder, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"it is good."

"It's settled then, tomorrow night at seven o'clock."

"See you at Jing'an Temple, at the Siberian Fur Shop."

Wang Xuesen nodded: "Okay, Uncle."

Ding Mocun walked slowly out of the office with his hands behind his back.

Wang Xuesen rubbed his temples, a look of worry creeping over him.

Nima.

How do we counter this tactic?

Zheng Pingping had finally managed to lure Ding Mo Village out, and tomorrow was a golden opportunity; she would never let the old thief go.

No.

We need to find a way to get around this as much as possible.

……

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