Li Weiyang opened the door.

As expected, it was Pei Zilai at the doorway.

Pei Zilai, 32 years old this year, was a section-level official in Shaohe County.

As mentioned before, his parents had also retired from the system, and although their ranks were not very high, they were nonetheless officials of the second generation.

Pei Zilai was a decent-looking man, 177 cm in height and proportionally built. If there had to be a flaw mentioned, it was his beer belly, which had only developed over the recent years.

He stepped in.

He started searching Li Weiyang's room right away.

He checked under the bed and inside the cabinets of the bedroom.

Then he ran into the bathroom to take a closer look.

Finally, he returned to the living room, lifted the curtains, and searched again.

"What are you looking for?"

Li Weiyang asked somewhat displeased.

Pei Zilai, frowning, glanced at Li Weiyang in her pajamas and asked, "Why did you bolt the door?"

"I was taking a bath, should I not have locked the door?"

"Then why did you only come to answer the door now?"

"Didn't I just say, I was taking a bath. When I heard the knocking, I put on my clothes and came here,"

Li Weiyang said.

Pei Zilai still felt that something was off.

Eyeing his wife, he said, "Take your clothes off."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'? I'm telling you to take your clothes off. Is it okay if I fuck you?"

Pei Zilai snapped.

Li Weiyang no longer wanted to deal with him and muttered that he was sick before preparing to return to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Pei Zilai suddenly grew energetic, and grabbing Li Weiyang's arm, he said, "Stand here, I'm asking you, it's been over a month since you last visited me in Shaohe County. Before, you visited every week. Also, lately, when I call you, you barely respond. Do you have someone else on the side?"

"Are you sick?"

Li Weiyang angrily retorted.

Pei Zilai nodded and said, "I'm sick? Am I the one who's sick, or are you? Take off your clothes, let me check!"

Of course, Li Weiyang dared not strip.

The tighter she covered herself, the more suspicious Pei Zilai became.

He simply reached out and started undressing her.

Li Weiyang tried to cover up.

But she was no match for a man.

After a struggle, the robe pajamas she was wearing were forcefully removed by Pei Zilai.

"What's this on your body?"

Pei Zilai asked.

Although Li Weiyang was somewhat panicked inside, she managed to maintain her composure and said, "I had an intestinal inflammation a few days ago, someone gave me cupping therapy."

"Cupping? You got cupped all the way up to your chest, and also on your butt? Is there such cupping?"

Pei Zilai coldly snorted.

Li Weiyang sharply retorted, "Who says you can't get cupping on the chest and butt?"

Pei Zilai, seeing she still wouldn't admit it,

pointed at her genital area and said, "Fine, cupping. Take a good look at yourself. You're still in a congested state. Could it be that came from cupping? You whore, you obviously just came back from meeting with some other man. How was it, does it feel good being fucked by another man?"

"Yes, it feels good!"

Having been exposed,

Li Weiyang no longer wished to hide.

Pointing to her genital area, she said, "Just a few hours ago, a handsome man visited and made me feel very comfortable. How about that, are you satisfied now?"

Smack!

Pei Zilai slapped her across the face.

The slap was brutally hard.

Li Weiyang spun around on the spot, a red handprint emerging on her face.

"Shameless bitch, you dare to say that, you are utterly shameless."

Li Weiyang gripped her face and retorted, "I have no shame? Fine, since you've brought it up, I won't pretend anymore."

After she spoke those words.

Li Weiyang walked into the bedroom.

She pulled out a thick envelope and slammed it on the coffee table, saying, "Open it and see if I'm the one without shame."

Pei Zilai angrily tore open the envelope.

A stack of photos fell out, scattering across the floor.

Picking up a couple at random, the images were of Pei Zilai embracing women—some involved kissing, some touching, and there were even a few of him walking arm in arm with a woman out of a hotel. A quick count revealed there were at least a dozen women in these photos.

"You had someone follow me?"

Pei Zilai asked.

Li Weiyang sneered and said, "Since last year, over the course of six months, I had someone take all these photos. Director Pei, you've been quite busy these past six months. Just the ones my private detective caught amount to 16 people. You're quite a playboy. It's not that I have someone else outside, but I find you too disgusting to touch. You still have the nerve to come here and accuse me? Where's your shame?"

His secret exposed.

Pei Zilai was momentarily at a loss for words.

He sat down on the sofa, thought for a moment, then said, "Fine, let's not fuss over this. Just tell me who that man is, and I'll let you go."

"Then you don't need to let me go; I'm ready to face the consequences."

Li Weiyang said coldly.

Pei Zilai nodded and said, "Alright, you won't tell me, huh? No matter, I'll find out myself. And if I do, I'll kill him."

After dropping those words.

Pei Zilai opened the door and left.

Leaving behind a mess and Li Weiyang sitting collapsed on the floor.

But she didn't cry, instead, her eyes took on a resolute look.

The next morning.

With Qin Yi's help, Chen Fang had just moved a number of personal items into the office and hadn't had a chance to tidy up when Ding Mengxiang appeared.

"Good morning, Commissioner Ding."

Chen Fang hurriedly set down what he was holding and respectfully addressed Ding Mengxiang.

Ding Mengxiang's smile was affable as he asked, "Comrade Chen Fang, are you satisfied with this office?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied,"

Chen Fang responded eagerly.

Ding Mengxiang smiled and said, "Glad to hear that. This office was specially prepared by Director Yan Jixian for you. We haven't changed much, it's pretty much as it was."

"Thank you, Commissioner Ding, you are very considerate."

Chen Fang said.

Ding Mengxiang waved his hand and said, "We're colleagues now, no need for formalities. You shouldn't thank me, you should be thanking Comrade Pan Youde."

After saying this, he looked towards Yan Jixian and asked, "Director Yan, where did Pan Youde die?"

Yan Jixian pointed to the desk beside Chen Fang and said, "Pan Youde probably killed himself sitting at that desk."

"Oh? And when the body was found?"

Ding Mengxiang continued.

Yan Jixian, knowing full well what Ding Mengxiang meant, said, "When the body was found, it had fallen under the desk, surrounded by blood and fragments of brain matter."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's quite gruesome."

Ding Mengxiang feigned alarm.

Then, smiling at Chen Fang, he said, "Comrade Chen Fang, I recall it was you who drove Pan Youde to his death, wasn't it? Tell me, if you work in this office, and if there's overtime or night duty, might Pan Youde come looking for you? Hahaha…"

His words were clearly meant to mock.

The others in the room also laughed along.

After all, Ding Mengxiang was the head of the county government, and although Chen Fang was a deputy county official, he wasn't even a standing committee member, plus not many in the county government liked him, so this scene was somewhat expected.

His aim was simple.

To provoke Chen Fang.

However, Chen Fang didn't take the bait but smiled and said, "Commissioner Ding, I'm a staunch materialist; I've never believed in ghosts. But hearing your words, it seems you've studied the matter? Or are you perhaps a closet idealist within the system?"

With that statement.

The atmosphere suddenly tensed.

The laughter of everyone around instantly ceased.

Ding Mengxiang's face darkened, and though he seemed on the verge of anger, he forced it down and continued with a smile, "Comrade Chen Fang doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humor. It was just a joke, and he took it seriously. Haha... Still young, just too young..."

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