Ning Mei had made a special effort with her appearance today.

Her long hair, seemingly casually draped over her shoulders, was exceptionally smooth, clearly just washed.

Her delicate features were adorned with a light makeup, adding an even more powerful presence to her already spirited brows.

This mature, sisterly quality was simply fatal to men's attraction.

And she just had to wear a tank top and short skirt, with black stockings wrapped underneath.

The mature charm was almost uncontrollably wafting out.

"Ning Mei, your coffee."

Wang Dahai, after changing his shoes, took a coffee out of the bag and handed it over.

When Ning Mei took the coffee, her fingers gently traced across his palm, "Thank you."

Wang Dahai's heart rippled from her touch, almost responding.

After entering the living room, Wang Dahai sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, waiting for the right moment.

"Mr. Wang..."

"Ning Mei, call me Dahai."

"Dahai, have you eaten?"

"I have, haven't you eaten yet?"

"I prefer to have small meals frequently, so I eat a little bit every once in a while."

"Then make a little more, Ning Mei, and I'll have some, too."

"Sure."

Seizing the moment while Ning Mei walked into the kitchen to prepare food, Wang Dahai quickly took out a camera.

"Ning Mei, may I use your restroom?"

"Make yourself at home, don't be too reserved."

The great thing about villas was their size; she was in the kitchen, while Wang Dahai had the chance to sneak into her and Hu Quan's bedroom.

Soon, he had installed a camera in the bedroom, study, and living room, very discreet so as not to be discovered.

"Dahai, come eat."

She made two sandwiches, which Wang Dahai devoured in just a few bites.

Ning Mei wiped her mouth and said, "Should we rest a bit before exercise?"

Although Wang Dahai was somewhat eager, he didn't show his impatience.

The two sat in the living room for a good half hour before Ning Mei stood up and said, "Let's go downstairs."

Upon reaching the basement turned gym, the two began their exercises.

Ning Mei barely exercised, just sitting on a bench, lazily lifting the dumbbells now and then.

Only when Wang Dahai, drenched in sweat, stopped, did Ning Mei come over and said, "Mr. Wang, need me to give you a massage?"

"That would be great, Ning Mei."

"Go freshen up first, I'll wait for you in the room."

Ning Mei pointed to a room next door.

Wang Dahai quickly rinsed off, then came to the room wearing just his underwear.

The room had only one bed, and when he entered, Ning Mei was leaning against the headboard, one leg bent, the other draped.

Her posture was incredibly seductive.

"Lie down," she patted the bed next to her, her tone natural, but her rosy cheeks and the faint shyness in her eyes betrayed her inner tension.

Wang Dahai laid down, and Ning Mei drew the curtains, plunging the room back into darkness.

Soon, Wang Dahai felt her climb on top of him.

Each breath she took brushed against his face.

The faint sound of her breaths was pleasing to his heart and mind.

After the curtains were drawn, Ning Mei unleashed her true nature.

She pressed her lips to Wang Dahai's, and he instantly responded, embracing her.

The moment her teeth parted, Wang Dahai's tongue darted in.

"Mmm~"

Ning Mei's mind blurred as their bodies entwined, rolling endlessly across the bed.

Moments later, the two embraced, bare.

With a muffled groan from Wang Dahai, Ning Mei let out a long cry.

Soon after, the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.

Half an hour later, the room returned to silence.

The two tacitly maintained the quiet.

After a long time, Ning Mei got out of bed.

The curtains were pulled back, and she had already put her clothes back on.

But her stockings were torn to shreds.

Dahai also dressed himself and said, "Sister Ning, I'm heading back now."

As he reached the living room, Dahai slipped on his shoes and was ready to leave when Ning Mei suddenly thrust something into his hand.

Looking down, he realized it was an access card.

Dahai paused for a moment, then immediately understood her intent.

She was worried that if he visited too often and left a record at the security desk, Hu Quan would find out.

The woman sure was attentive.

Without a word, Dahai pocketed the access card and turned to leave.

On the way back, he pondered over Hu Quan and Chen Die, uncertain whether the two had known each other before.

Logically, Chen Die shouldn't know him.

After all, Wu Qiangwei's acquisition of the company was random.

"I'm such an idiot, why don't I just ask!" Dahai slapped his forehead and immediately called Wu Qiangwei.

Once connected, Wu Qiangwei's cool voice came through, "What is it?"

"Director Wu, is Chen Die there?"

"She's not."

"Where did she go?"

"Do you need her for something?"

"Just tell me where she went."

"She went to rent a house."

"Is that what she told you?"

"Yeah," Wu Qiangwei asked, "What do you want with her? Fancy her?"

Dahai rolled his eyes—a woman's focus really was different.

"There's nothing attractive about her, I wouldn't take her even if she were free."

Wu Qiangwei wrinkled her nose and hummed lightly in a teasing tone.

"So, why are you asking about her?"

"Heh, it's a secret, not telling, got to go," he chuckled.

After hanging up, Dahai was pretty certain that Chen Die might really know Hu Quan.

Renting a house, was there any need to go to a teahouse with Hu Quan?

He rode his motorcycle back to the teahouse, where he spotted Hu Quan's car in the parking lot.

They hadn't left yet.

Dahai hid from a distance.

Around eleven o'clock, he saw the two emerge, lively and laughing, and get into the car.

Dahai hurriedly followed and soon arrived at a restaurant.

The pair entered and chose a seat by the window, conveniently providing Dahai with a good view.

No doubt these two knew each other, and the relationship was not shallow.

However, it wasn't the romantic involvement Dahai had imagined; it seemed to be just an acquaintance, nothing more intimate.

After eating, Hu Quan drove her away.

He followed them to the company, and after seeing them enter the building, Dahai grabbed a casual bite to eat nearby.

For several days, Dahai tracked Hu Quan and Chen Die, noting the high frequency of their meetings—they were almost daily.

Dahai grew incredibly curious about what these two discussed at every encounter.

That night, Dahai went back to Bai Ruyi's place, had dinner, and then kept checking the time incessantly.

Ruyi asked, "Are you waiting for a call?"

Dahai replied, "I need to head out in a bit."

"Is it your boss's business?"

"Yeah."

"You seem pretty dedicated to your boss."

"Fifty thousand a month—what do you think?"

Around eight o'clock in the evening, Dahai said, "Mrs. Bai, I'm stepping out."

Bai Ruyi said, "I've never ridden on a motorcycle, Dahai, take me for a ride, will you?"

Dahai hesitated, instinctively glancing towards Luo Qin.

He was terrified that her friend would pick up on the unusual relationship between the two of them.

Luo Qin said, "I've never ridden a motorcycle either. Big nephew, take me along, won't you?"

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