The Tempting Road to Becoming an Official

Zhang Cheng's expression did not change much.

He spoke in a very relaxed tone, "Since Hong Qian has made his move, if I, Zhang Cheng, don't respond, it would naturally be unjustifiable."

At this point,

he paused for a moment.

Turning to Chen Fang, he said, "Starting today for one month, a month from now, I want not to hear the name of Hongze Group in Changming County."

He spoke the most domineering words in the most relaxed tone imaginable.

Chen Fang nodded.

It was not his place to prattle about their affairs.

Zhang Cheng found a car and arranged for Chen Fang to go to the hospital for a check-up, seeing as the wound on his arm was still there.

Just before driving off,

Chen Fang suddenly rolled down the car window.

"Director Zhang, we're even with the last incident, but this time, do I owe you a favor again?"

Chen Fang inquired.

Zhang Cheng replied, "Yes, what do you want?"

"I don't want anything; I just hope Director Zhang will stop harassing me. I don't have what you're looking for on me, and even if I did, you'd never be able to find it."

After saying this,

Chen Fang smiled faintly, rolled up the window, and drove away.

Zhang Cheng was left stunned in his place.

He truly hadn't expected his little tricks to have been seen through so early.

He stood there for a good ten minutes as if he was making some kind of decision.

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, have you found the item?"

From the other end of the line came a smooth yet somber voice.

Zhang Cheng clenched his teeth and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, leader, but I haven't found the item you're looking for on Chen Fang."

"Oh?"

The response surprised the person on the other end.

In their view, this was something Zhang Cheng was sure to have accomplished.

"I heard about the incident where he treated your woman. It's not that you've grown a soft heart, is it?"

The other person's words

made Zhang Cheng's heart leap into his throat.

He let out a silent sigh and said, "Leader, you know what kind of person I am. If I have it, I have it; if not, I don't—and that's unrelated to anything else."

That answer plunged the person on the phone into silence for a while.

Then they spoke slowly, "Alright then, you let this go. I'll arrange for someone else to handle it. That is all."

After dropping that statement,

the phone was hung up.

At that moment,

Zhang Cheng felt some regret.

He knew all too well the means of that person. If someone else was sent to handle it, it might be worse than if he had handled it himself. For a moment, he thought to warn Chen Fang.

But he couldn't do that.

Because if he did, the name Zhang Cheng would cease to exist.

...

By the time he returned to the rental, it was already the wee hours of the morning.

Upon opening the door, the lights in the living room were still on.

The table was laid with a lot of food, still steaming slightly.

"You're back?"

Along with a cry of surprise,

Song Lanre came rushing out of the kitchen, delighted.

"Why did you only get home now? I've been so worried."

As she said this, she seemed slightly aggrieved.

"You've been waiting for me all this time?"

Chen Fang asked.

Lanre nodded and said, "Yes, I didn't know when you'd be home, and I was afraid to ask, so I just kept reheating the dishes over and over. They're not even good anymore. Go sit down and have some tea; I'll make you something fresh."

After saying that,

Lanre began to fuss around.

Chen Fang grabbed her hand,

and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I haven't yet. I was waiting to eat with you,"

Lanre said.

"Are you hungry then?"

"Not really, I'm not very hungry."

Hearing that sentence...

Chen Fang's hand wandered to the area of her lower abdomen and suddenly slipped past her waistband, touching her lotus above and beginning to play with it.

"I think you're hungry," he said.

After a few moments, dew had gathered on the petals, and Lanre's breathing grew rapid.

"Stop it, you're so bad!"

She said with feigned anger.

With a chuckle, Chen Fang struck home, his fingers lightly stirring, and said, "The mouth above isn't hungry, but the one below is starved. It seems I need to satisfy the hunger of this lower mouth before we eat."

By now, Song Lanre had already collapsed into Chen Fang's arms.

She nodded feverishly.

Chen Fang withdrew his hand, supported Lanre by her hips, and with a strong lift, he hoisted her onto the dining table.

With a swift tug...

The loose pajama pants lay discarded on the floor.

Surprisingly, she wore nothing underneath.

He took hold of her breasts with both hands.

Chen Fang asked, "Do you want it?"

"Mhm."

Song Lanre nodded shyly, a blush on her face.

"What 'mhm'? I asked if you want it. If you don't, I'm going to sleep," he said, pretending to want to leave.

Lanre's fire had been kindled and was impossible to extinguish now.

She wrapped her arms around Chen Fang's waist in haste.

"I want it, I want it..." she implored urgently.

He'd been waiting for these words.

Mounting his steed, right there in the living room, they staged a scene as vivid and fragrant as an erotic painting.

They clashed in close combat, furiously and boisterously.

...

Although they had battled for three hundred rounds last night,

the next morning came early.

Chen Fang still got up at the crack of dawn.

He had an important task for the day.

To visit someone at the Changming County Rest Home.

Someone who could help him get Xing Yu sorted.

The Changming County Rest Home sat at the foot of Changfeng Mountain, alongside Lake Jiming.

It was said that the name "Changming" originated from here.

Especially Lake Jiming, shaped like a crowing rooster, was quite characteristic, with the Rest Home located precisely atop the "rooster's head."

After registering at the guard house...

Chen Fang didn't go inside the building but strolled leisurely along the lakeside instead.

About five minutes later, under a huge banyan tree, Chen Fang saw a white-haired old man sitting peacefully by the lake, fishing rod in hand.

Chen Fang didn't disturb him.

Instead, he took out the pre-prepared spinning rod from his bag and cast his lure only five meters away from the old man.

The lure pierced the calm surface of the lake, creating ripples while Chen Fang reeled in, unconcerned about the nearby elder.

"Hey, young man, don't you have any manners? Can't you see I'm fishing here?" the white-haired elder finally couldn't stand it and frowned at Chen Fang.

Chen Fang acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.

He cast again for the second time.

The elder's temper flared.

Dropping his fishing rod, he strode over to Chen Fang, said indignantly, "Didn't you hear what I said? Go fish over there!"

He pointed a few meters away.

Chen Fang turned, asking disdainfully, "Hey old man, do you own Lake Jiming or something? What business is it of yours where I fish?"

"You... you…" the old man trembled with rage.

He stormed up to Chen Fang, snatched the fishing rod from his hands, and with a snap across his thigh, the rod broke.

"Fish now! I want to see you fish!" he said, still not satisfied.

After tossing the rod to the ground, the elder stomped on it, utterly destroying it.

"What's the matter with you, old man? No reason at all! You've broken my rod; you need to pay me compensation!" Chen Fang said, slightly angered.

The elder, equally enraged, retorted, "Compensation then! If I dared to break it, I dare to compensate. Tell me how much, and I'll pay."

With that, he reached for his wallet.

Chen Fang snorted coldly and said, "Easy for you to say. I'm worried you can't afford it, old man!"