If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

The two then fell silent, and Wang Tianfeng urged them to get married and have children as soon as possible.

Neither of them wanted to bring it up, and there was nothing to talk about, so they remained silent the whole way.

When I got home, Xing'er had already prepared a meal: a stewed ginseng chicken soup, a plate of green vegetables, a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, a plate of stir-fried green peppers with meat, and rice.

After the three finished eating, Xing'er went to the stove to wash the pots and dishes. Suddenly, Yu Manli said to Chen Qing, "Come to my room, I have something to tell you."

The two entered Yu Manli's room. Chen Qing raised an eyebrow and said, "What is it? Tell me."

"You saw Wang Tianfeng today, didn't you?"

"Yes, he was the one who gave the order to assassinate him."

Yu Manli turned her head to look at the wall and said, "I've seen him too. Did he say anything to you?"

"It's just an assassination attempt, what else could it be?"

That's not what I meant.

"Oh, there's one more thing. He told us to get married quickly and have a child. Look at my memory, I completely forgot." Chen Qing said awkwardly, her toes practically digging out a three-bedroom apartment. She lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.

"So I'm going to make a three-point agreement with you!" Yu Manli turned her head and stared intently at him.

"What three rules? Tell me, I'm listening."

"First, we can have a wedding, but you have to remember, we're a fake couple. We can sleep together after we're married, but we can't have sex."

"So I can't touch you? No problem, I agree."

"Secondly, I will have a child because it is the teacher's order, and I am just following orders."

"No...you won't let me touch you, but you still want to have a baby, could it be...?" Chen Qing understood what Yu Manli meant and suddenly felt as if a hat had fallen on his head.

"That's right, just as you guessed. When Mingtai comes back, I'll have a child with him," Yu Manli said expressionlessly, as if she were talking about something trivial.

Chen Qing suddenly felt annoyed: "You mean you're having a child with Mingtai, and that'll make me a cuckold?"

"Think what you want. I'm just following orders. We're just a fake couple. You have no right to interfere in my affairs," Yu Manli replied coldly, turning her head away again.

"And what's the third one?" Chen Qing sneered.

"Third, you have to raise this child. When he grows up, I will tell him who his real father is and let him recognize his ancestors. You must not stop him, because he is not your child and you have no right to decide his future."

Chen Qing flew into a rage, pointing at Yu Manli and yelling, "Yu Manli, have I given you face? Wang Tianfeng tells you to have a child, so you have one? His word is law! What rule in the Military Intelligence Bureau states that you have to have a child while on a mission? Do you think Mingtai really likes you? Do you think he'd be so willing to have a child with you? Would a rich young master like him even look at a prostitute from a brothel? You're despicable!"

After yelling, she turned around, slammed the door, and left. Yu Manli's face flushed red and then turned pale. She then buried her face in her pillow and began to sob.

Xing'er rushed out of the kitchen and asked, "What happened? Why are you arguing?"

"It's nothing, go about your business." Chen Qing went back to her room to sleep, feeling sullen.

The next day, the two barely spoke during breakfast, and Yu Manli didn't go to the clinic.

Chen Qing didn't bother with her. Luckily, a telephone had been installed at the clinic, and he spent the whole day there.

In the French Concession, the initial installation fee for a telephone was 150 yuan, the monthly fee was 10 yuan, and you had to pay extra to make calls. It was even more outrageous than the three major telecom operators.

But he didn't care. He had plenty of money; the money would come from the budget. In case of any trouble, it would be much easier to contact him.

Just in case, he even had Yu Zheng open it up for inspection, fearing there might be a listening device inside.

The landlady was the first to know the phone number, and soon her best friends found out too.

Two days later, the phone rang in the shop, and Chen Qing hurriedly answered it.

"Chen Qing," came Mrs. Liang's soft voice from the other end of the phone.

"I'm in room 402 of the Jinjiang Hotel, playing mahjong with some girls. My back and waist are aching from sitting for so long, could you come over and give us a massage?"

Chen Qing's eyes lit up. Mrs. Liang and her group of wealthy ladies were always generous; they had given double the tip last time for a massage. He immediately replied, "Okay, Mrs. Liang, I'm coming right away!"

After hanging up the phone, he quickly stuffed the essential oil and towel into his canvas bag, grabbed his coat, and rushed to the Jinjiang Hotel.

The marble floors of the Jinjiang Hotel are so shiny they reflect light like a mirror.

Chen Qing found room 402 according to the door number and gently knocked.

The door opened quickly, and Mrs. Liang stood in the doorway wrapped in a silk bathrobe. The collar of the bathrobe was loose, revealing a section of her fair neck. Her wet hair was still dripping water droplets, and the water droplets on the ends of her hair slid down her collarbone and into the bathrobe, exuding a somewhat indescribable allure.

"Come in." Mrs. Liang stepped aside to let him into the house, her voice even more gentle and charming than on the phone, with a faint smile in her eyes.

Chen Qing stepped inside, and Mrs. Liang locked the door behind her.

Chen Qingcai realized that there was no one else in the room. There was only a soft cashmere blanket on the sofa in the living room and an exquisite tea set on the coffee table. The wisps of steam mixed with the scent of incense, making the whole space feel warm and ambiguous.

He asked instinctively, "Mrs. Liang, where are the others?"

Mrs. Liang walked up to him step by step, the hem of her bathrobe swaying gently with each step. Her gaze fell on his face, a half-smile on her face, her eyes almost overflowing with hunger: "Oh, don't even mention it. We were just saying we were going to start, and then everyone had something to do and left. Today, it's just me."

Chen Qing's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and his palms felt inexplicably damp.

He took a half step back, his tone somewhat hesitant: "Mrs. Liang, this...this isn't quite right, is it? A man and a woman alone together, it won't sound good if word gets out."

"Get out?" Mrs. Liang chuckled, her voice full of disdain. She stepped forward, her fragrance wafting over you. "I'm not afraid, what are you, a grown man, afraid of? I haven't touched a man in a year. Good brother, have pity on your sister, I'll agree to anything you ask."

As she spoke, she hugged Chen Qing without saying a word, her body burning hot…

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It was getting dark when Chen Qing returned to the shop. He was exhausted from giving Mrs. Liang a massage, but afterwards he was given an Omega pocket watch worth several hundred dollars. He said that the customs inspection department had seized several boxes of smuggled watches, and Liang Zhongqiu had taken a box of watches worth more than a hundred dollars home.

Wow, Liang Zhongchun's younger brother is really rich.

Just before closing time, Yu Zheng returned, nervously closing the door behind him. He said to Chen Qing, "I've observed him closely enough. I know Xu Yan's daily routes and schedules perfectly. We can make our move now."

Chen Qing said, "Yu Manli is in charge of this matter. Call her over for a meeting."

Soon, the group held their second meeting in the back room of the grocery store to assassinate Xu Yan.

Chen Qing asked, "Have you chosen the code names I asked you to come up with?"

Yu Manli said, "I guess I don't need to get up."

Chen Qing glanced at her, his words laced with sarcasm: "I know, your codename is Black Widow."

Yu Manli smiled at him and said, "That's right. Do you know how I got this nickname? I married three men, and I dismembered them all on my wedding night. I cut off their hands and feet, cut off their genitals, and watched them wail under me until they bled to death. That's why I got this nickname."

Chen Qing suddenly felt a chill in his lower body; this Black Widow was not to be touched.

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