The Tempting Road to Becoming an Official

The one startled wasn't Wen Mei, but Gu Jingshu.

At that moment, she was as if wandering blissfully in an ocean of happiness.

Upon seeing Wen Mei's face, she exclaimed, flipped off the horse, and covered her body with a blanket.

"Xiaomei, I... I... I didn't mean..."

She was in a state of panic.

She didn't know how to explain.

She had assumed that Wen Mei would storm off in a huff.

But she didn't.

With a clang,

She actually shut the door with her back.

"Xiaomei, if you need to blame someone, blame me, I was the initiator, it's not Chen Fang's fault."

Watching Wen Mei slowly approach the bedside, Gu Jingshu hurriedly started to explain.

Wen Mei glared at Chen Fang, and then, under the gaze of both, she reached out with her right hand.

A slap seemed inevitable.

Just as Gu Jingshu thought about getting up to protect Chen Fang, Wen Mei's hand instead landed on her own buttons.

Fingers flew deftly.

Four buttons were quickly undone.

Revealing the underwear beneath.

"What... what are you doing?"

Gu Jingshu asked in astonishment.

Wen Mei gave a naughty smile and said, "I'm not doing anything oh, just joining in the fun with you guys..."

"Join in? What do you mean?"

"Sister, we've made a pact, whatever good things we should share, Chen Fang is no exception."

With that said,

Wen Mei had already slipped off her clothes and quickly burrowed under the quilt.

What is the meaning of a blessing shared by all?

Tonight, Chen Fang thoroughly understood the meaning of the phrase.

Initially, Gu Jingshu was somewhat reserved, but with Wen Mei's encouragement, she gradually got more involved.

When daylight came, Chen Fang rose from the bed, and as he left the bedroom, he leaned against the wall to support himself.

He looked back at the two sisters still deep in sleep.

He could only offer a wry smile.

After all his efforts, he turned out to be just a "toy" for the two sisters.

While Chen Fang was still trembling from the experience, at the county hospital, Zhu Xiaojiu, with both hands bandaged, was sobbing inconsolably.

Zhao Shoujiang listened to his entire account with a stony face, his jaw clenched so tight he seemed like he wanted to devour Chen Fang alive.

"Alright, you just focus on healing. I will handle this matter."

Zhao Shoujiang said.

"Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, what about my businesses?"

Zhu Xiaojiu asked urgently.

After some thought, Zhao Shoujiang said, "Wait for my news."

Then, he turned and walked out.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Shoujiang appeared in a teahouse not far from the hospital.

"What's your take on this?"

He asked the man sitting across from him.

The middle-aged man appeared to be in his forties.

Not particularly tall, roughly one meter sixty-five.

He had a very standard square face.

His features were unremarkable, even somewhat ugly.

Especially the pockmarks on his face were quite noticeable, almost like the surface of the moon.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "Deputy County Magistrate Zhao, Chen Fang is quite skillful. I've checked, and he had no prior connections with Old Scar. Managing to persuade Old Scar to take action surely has a reason behind it. And a division-level official daring to utter such threats to a deputy magistrate, this shows he's fearless."

"Are you suggesting he indeed has evidence in his hands?"

Zhao Shoujiang asked with a furrowed brow.

The square-faced man nodded and said, "Not only do we have evidence, it may also be fatal evidence. It seems that a head-on approach won't work any longer, we need to change our tactics."

"Change our tactics? How? Do you expect me, a deputy county mayor, to bow down to him?"

Zhao Shoujiang was clearly displeased.

The square-faced man smiled slightly and said, "Deputy Mayor Zhao, if I remember correctly, there's a vacant position for a deputy director at the Safety Supervision Bureau. How about we give that spot to Chen Fang?"

"Fan Gaoteng, have you lost your mind? You want me to promote him?"

Zhao Shoujiang asked.

The square-faced man was none other than Fan Gaoteng, the owner of Gaoteng Plastic Particles Processing Factory.

In the face of Zhao Shoujiang's questioning, he remained unflustered, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered a few words. Then, a cunning smile appeared on Zhao Shoujiang's face.

"Old Fan, what a crafty move. With this, let's see if Chen Fang can still find a way out, hahaha..."

Zhao Shoujiang burst into hearty laughter.

Fan Gaoteng snapped his fingers.

A creaking noise was heard.

A small door beside the tea room was pushed open.

Following that, a woman dressed in a cheongsam walked out gracefully.

She appeared to be in her late twenties, standing no less than 1.7 meters tall.

The slit of her cheongsam was high, fully accentuating her long legs. With every step, one could catch fleeting glimpses of her shapely behind.

In the presence of such a beauty,

Zhao Shoujiang's eyes were completely captivated.

He swallowed his saliva and pretended to be serious as he asked, "Old Fan, who is this lady?"

"Oh, Deputy Mayor Zhao, this is Jiaojiao, the tea house's proprietress. She said she has some work matters to report to you. I'll leave you two alone then," Fan Gaoteng said.

After speaking,

Fan Gaoteng stood up,

glanced at Jiaojiao with a meaningful look, and then left through the door.

"Miss Jiaojiao, what's the situation you need to report about?"

Zhao Shoujiang was already finding it hard to contain himself, his eyes roaming over her body, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Jiaojiao, with seductive charm, took hold of Zhao Shoujiang's hand and said coquettishly, "Leader, why don't we move to the inner room, and I will report to you personally?"

"Yes, yes, let's go to the inner room," he replied eagerly.

Zhao Shoujiang stood up,

and, with a tight grip, he embraced Jiaojiao's slender waist and hurried into the inner room.

Before long, the sounds of Jiaojiao's work reports came from the room, but those sounds resembled more of a low moan coming from her throat…

On Chen Fang's end,

after finishing a pack of instant noodles, he had just begun to recover some strength.

Just as he gulped down the last sip of broth,

the bedroom door opened.

Wen Mei, nude and stretching languidly, walked out.

It had to be said, Wen Mei's figure was outstanding among her peers.

Thanks to regular exercise, her thighs were straight and firm, her lower abdomen flat and smooth, and perhaps in the interest of cleanliness, she had shaven her dense afro to reveal a White Tiger stance.

"Do I look good?"

Noticing Chen Fang's gaze remained on her,

Wen Mei asked.

"You look good."

"Do I look better, or does my sister?"

Wen Mei pressed on.

What a tricky question.

Chen Fang was suddenly at a loss for an answer.

Seeing his dilemma, Wen Mei chuckled and said, "Amongst three walkers, one is my teacher. I can't compare to my sister in that area; I really should learn from her one of these days."

Is that how the saying 'Amongst three walkers, one is my teacher' is used?

Chen Fang was speechless.

"Stop spacing out, come with me to the prison."

"What for?"

Chen Fang asked in surprise.

Wen Mei's expression became serious, and she said, "The prison called, saying that Liang Abao wants to see me. It looks like our covert video had an effect on him."