Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

After completing the formalities, Chen Feng went to the largest auto city in Donghai City.

He wandered around inside for a while, and finally stopped in front of a black Santana 2000.

"This is the one."

The salesperson exclaimed with delight, "Sir, you have excellent taste! This is our store's prized possession, with a total price of 168,000!"

Chen Feng pulled a wad of cash from his bag and slammed it on the table: "Cash, take the car."

Half an hour later, a brand-new black Santana drove out of the car city, gleaming in the sunlight.

Chen Feng sat in the driver's seat, touching the steering wheel, his heart filled with boundless pride.

I no longer have to drive that beat-up van that rattles everywhere except for the horn.

"Chen Feng, you're really a big boss now." Liu Yu looked at him in the rearview mirror, her eyes full of admiration.

"Of course." Chen Feng's lips curled into a smile. "You won't regret following me."

……

Meanwhile, the Donghai Daily.

Hao Mei sat at her workstation, staring blankly at the computer screen.

On the screen was a half-finished manuscript, but her mind had already wandered far away.

The bouquet of dried red roses still sat in the vase on the windowsill. Although the petals had long since withered and turned yellow, she couldn't bear to throw them away.

"You are the wind, I am the sand; you are the honeydew, I am the melon..."

Remembering the card she had hidden at the very back of the drawer, Hao Mei couldn't help but chuckle.

But as she smiled, her face fell again.

It's been a month.

A whole month.

That jerk, ever since that day when he sent her flowers and treated her to dinner, he's vanished into thin air. He hasn't made a single phone call or sent a single message.

Is it... just a simple thank you visit? And that's it?

She had considered contacting him, but every time she picked up the phone, her fingers would press and put down the dial key repeatedly.

I, the daughter of a high-ranking police chief, have to actively seek out a man?

That's ridiculous!

But... why doesn't he come to find me?

Don't you like me?

That's not right. The way he looked at me during dinner that day...

"Hao Mei! What are you daydreaming about!"

A voice interrupted her thoughts; it was her colleague, Xiao Li.

"Why hasn't your 'mystery boyfriend' been sending you flowers lately? Did you scare him away?" Xiao Li asked with a gossipy look.

"What boyfriend! No!" Hao Mei blushed and said irritably.

"Tch, still won't admit it." Little Li winked. "I saw those ninety-nine roses with my own eyes, and you even secretly kept that card, didn't you?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Hao Mei blushed even more, grabbed a stack of manuscripts and threw them at Xiao Li.

Xiao Li ran off laughing, leaving Hao Mei sitting alone at her workstation, sulking.

That bastard.

Where did you go?

She cursed inwardly, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the window.

……

Three days later, one evening, the old restaurant where Chen Feng had once brought Hao Mei was dimly lit.

Hao Mei sat alone by the window, with two empty bottles and a glass full of baijiu in front of her. Her eyes were red, her hair was disheveled, and her face showed signs of drunkenness, but even more so, a deep-seated despair.

"Boss, another bottle, please." She shook the empty bottle in her hand.

"Young lady, you've already had quite a bit to drink, perhaps..." the shopkeeper said with some concern.

"I said, another bottle!" Hao Mei slammed her hand on the table, her voice trembling with tears.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door.

Chen Feng had just finished negotiating a business deal at a sand pit when he remembered the braised pork at this restaurant, so he stopped by on his way.

The moment he pushed open the door, he saw that familiar figure from behind.

"Hao Mei?"

Hearing the sound, Hao Mei turned her head groggily and saw Chen Feng's face. She was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes reddened even more.

"You... what are you doing here?"

Chen Feng strode over, his brows furrowing as he looked at the wine bottle on the table and her disheveled appearance.

"I was just about to ask you that, what brings you, Reporter Hao, here drinking alone?"

Hao Mei didn't answer, but instead picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp.

Chen Feng grabbed her hand and said, "Don't drink anymore, it'll hurt your health."

"Harm your health?" Hao Mei gave a bitter laugh, tears finally streaming down her face. "Chen Feng, do you know? I only realized today that there really are things in this world that defy all reason... and I, this so-called reporter, can't do anything about it!"

Seeing her like this, Chen Feng felt a pang of anxiety and sat down opposite her.

"What exactly happened? Tell me."

Hao Mei took a deep breath and recounted the story in fits and starts.

……

The incident occurred three days ago.

Hao Meizheng was in her office reviewing the press release she had written yesterday.

Assistant Xiao Ma rushed in, panting, carrying a half-eaten jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), her face flushed: "Sister Mei! Have you heard? Something happened at the hospital."

Hao Mei raised her head listlessly: "Which celebrity has cheated again? Or which leader went on an inspection tour?"

"No! It's a medical dispute! No, it's a medical malpractice incident!"

Xiao Ma swallowed hard and said urgently, "It's at the Second Municipal Hospital! I just passed by, and it was packed with people, dozens of them were crying, and there were even banners! I heard... I heard it was a five-month-old baby who was literally killed on the operating table by the doctors!"

"Five months?" Hao Mei's heart skipped a beat. With the sensitivity of a journalist and the unique emotions a woman has for babies, she felt that this matter was not simple.

"Let's go! Let's take a look!" He grabbed his camera and voice recorder and walked out of the office.

"Ah, now, I've just gotten back!" Xiao Ma was pulled out by Hao Mei with his mouth still full of unfinished pancakes.

The two drove straight to the Second Municipal Hospital.

The hospital lobby was in complete chaos. A white banner with large, blood-red characters read: "A life for a life! Justice for my son!"

A young couple collapsed to the ground, the mother clutching a small baby outfit tightly in her arms, her voice hoarse from crying, and she fainted several times. The onlookers pointed and whispered, their emotions running high.

Hao Mei squeezed through the crowd and, after identifying herself, the young father, as if grasping at a straw, trembled and cried to her.

"Reporter...you must help us! My child, Xiaobao, is only five months old! It's just a simple intussusception surgery, a minor procedure!"

"The surgery itself is not complicated, and the success rate is over 95%."

The man wiped away his tears, his eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred.

"That Dr. Zhou Liren... he's a beast! He was halfway through the surgery, and he actually went out to answer a phone call, talking for over ten minutes! When the nurses urged him to hurry up, he started swearing! My son was crying in pain inside, and he was outside chatting about what lottery numbers to buy!"

"In the end...in the end, because of the delay in treatment, the child's intestines became necrotic and perforated...he died on the operating table!" The man wailed. "When he came out, he actually told me that the surgery was 'successful'."

The couple collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably. "I didn't even get to see my child one last time; they wouldn't let me in."

Hao Mei listened, tears streaming down her face. She felt a chill run down her spine and was consumed by rage.

"Zhou Liren? Is he even human?!"

She took Xiao Ma straight to the inpatient department, wanting to confront the surgeon named Zhou Liren.

Several security guards stood like gatekeepers at the entrance to the head of surgery's office.

"Get out of the way! I'm a reporter! I have the right to conduct interviews!" Hao Mei shouted sternly, holding up her press pass.

"Get out! What reporter? Don't cause trouble!" a security chief shoved, "Director Zhou is resting and doesn't have time for you fly-like troublemakers!"