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

The Lunar New Year is just a few days away, and firecrackers are going off everywhere. Most shops are closed, and many people have gone back to their hometowns for the holiday.

Chen Qing simply closed his shop and would reopen it after the Lantern Festival.

Just as I was tidying up and getting ready to close the door, the landlady arrived.

The landlady lowered her voice and said, "I'm sending Xiaobao to his maternal grandparents' house for a few days. You can come to my house tonight."

Chen Qing looked at her slender waist and plump hips, his nose was almost bleeding, and he quickly nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go over tonight."

Chen Qing quickly locked the clinic door, walked around for a bit, and arrived at the landlady's house.

He knocked gently on the door, and then heard light footsteps from inside. The door was carefully opened a crack, and the landlady's wary eyes peeked out first. When she saw that it was Chen Qing, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and stepped aside to let him into the house.

After locking the door, Chen Qing said with dissatisfaction, "What are you afraid of? Your husband is gone, and we're both unmarried. Why are you acting like we're having an affair?"

The landlady turned around and glared at him: "What do you know, young man? There's always gossip around a widow's house. The gossipy women in this alley are just waiting to stir up some trouble. I don't want to be talked about behind my back."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing chuckled, a hint of roguishness on his face. Before the landlady could say anything more, he stretched out his arms and picked her up.

The landlady gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushing slightly. She lightly punched him, but didn't actually struggle.

Chen Qing carried her into the bedroom, and the two fell onto the bed, entwined in each other's arms. Chen Qing was getting aroused when his gaze inadvertently swept over the low cabinet by the bedside.

They stopped abruptly. There, neatly placed, was a black-framed portrait of the landlady's deceased husband, Mr. Hu.

The person in the photo seems to be staring directly at the bed.

Chen Qing froze, as if he had been doused with ice water, and most of his previous romantic thoughts vanished instantly.

"Why did you put Mr. Hu's photo here?"

The landlady followed his gaze and scoffed, "Is there a problem? I often can't sleep at night, and looking at him makes me feel more at ease, like someone is with me."

"I always felt like he was staring at me, and it made me very uncomfortable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the landlady's snow-white arm wrapped around him, her soft fingertips gently tracing the back of his neck.

She leaned close to his ear, her breath warm: "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Chen Qing gently bit her earlobe and chuckled, "What are you afraid of? I've seen the Widow series too."

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The two of them made love for more than two hours. Like a parched land receiving rain, the landlady curled up lazily in Chen Qing's arms, her cheeks flushed with satisfaction.

Chen Qing took out his watch and checked the time. It was past ten o'clock at night. He quickly got up and got dressed.

"Don't leave tonight." The landlady hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go.

"No, if someone sees this tomorrow morning, they might gossip about it."

Just then, there was a loud knocking on the door, sounding very urgent.

"It's the middle of the night, I'll go see which scoundrel is knocking on a widow's door in the middle of the night?" Mrs. Hu grumbled, slowly getting up to see who was doing it.

The landlady went out cursing and swearing. Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw that the person standing outside was none other than her deceased husband, Mr. Hu.

The landlady turned pale and ran towards the bedroom.

"Oh no! Get up! My damn bastard is back!"

Chen Qing jumped in surprise: "Who did you say came back?"

The landlady pointed to the portrait: "My deadbeat, he's back. He's standing at the door, but I didn't dare open it."

"You mean your man came back alive?" Chen Qing jumped up from the bed with a start, frantically searching for her clothes.

"Yeah, standing right at the door is really dangerous."

"This is troublesome. It really looks like an affair. Quickly tidy up the room." Chen Qing put on his clothes and hurriedly left the bedroom, not knowing how to get out. He was as anxious as a headless fly.

"Here, climb over the wall and get out," the landlady said in a low voice, pointing to the top of the wall.

Chen Qing hurriedly tried to climb over the wall, but it was too high for him to reach. The landlady quickly helped him up, and Chen Qing managed to climb over the wall and run away.

The landlady then tidied her hair and clothes, and went to the door again to ask, "Who is it?"

"I'm your man back," the man outside called out.

The landlady opened the door, saw Mr. Hu, and froze on the spot.

"Weren't you dead?"

Mr. Hu was extremely upset: "Don't even mention it! I was swept downstream by the mudslide and rescued, but I broke several ribs and it took me a month to get out of bed. I rushed back for the New Year, so why didn't you open the door for so long? Are you hiding someone inside?"

"Who am I hiding? Everyone says you're dead. In the middle of the night, I'm a widow. How dare I open the door when someone knocks?" Mrs. Hu said, her face full of grievance, covering her face and sobbing.

"Where's Xiaobao?" Mr. Hu asked his son as soon as he entered the room.

"Xiao Bao's school is out for holidays, so he's going to his grandma's house for a few days."

"That's perfect!" Mr. Hu locked the door, picked up Mrs. Hu, and rushed to the bedroom.

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Chen Qing climbed over the wall from the bed, feeling utterly frustrated. What the hell was going on? But it seemed like he hadn't really lost out.

He turned and headed home. As he passed Zhongshan Park, he suddenly remembered that he should check the dead mailbox.

It was the middle of the night, cold, and deserted in the park. He walked over, lifted the stone bench, and easily found a note in the dead mailbox.

Chen Qing sat on the stone bench, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. By the light of the match, he could see the words on the note.

"The Emperor's special envoy, the Polish Eagle, has arrived in Shanghai and is staying at Room 603 of the Peace Hotel to carry out the assassination plan."

This is information sent by "Squirrel".

Chen Qing hurriedly took the note and ran towards Ping'anli. Once there, he drove his small truck for over ten miles, found a deserted street, parked the truck on the side of the road, climbed into the truck bed, took out the transmitter, plugged it in, and began sending a message to headquarters.

After sending the message, Chen Qing didn't dare linger. He immediately drove back to Ping'anli, parked in the same spot, and went home to sleep.

Not long after he left his post, a large number of Special Higher Police agents and agents from No. 76 arrived at the location where he had been sending the message, blocked off the surrounding streets, and began searching house by house.

The headquarters received the telegram and quickly delivered it to Wang Tianfeng.

Wang Tianfeng instructed: "Send a telegram to Viper, instructing him to plan the assassination."

That night, Minglou received the assassination order from headquarters. After a moment of contemplation, he instructed Mingcheng, "The assassination operation will be carried out by the Poison Scorpion Team."

Mingcheng asked, "Any other instructions for Mingtai?"

Minglou said bitterly, "That's all. The thought that all orders have to go through Mingtai makes me want to kill that poisonous bee."

"Brother, don't be angry. Mingtai has no way back now. By the way, Mingtai sent a telegram saying that he wants to hear the teachings of his superior, the Viper, in person."

Minglou snorted: "He's dreaming. Tell him he's not seeing me."

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